Piggy Piggy

The Pig Prince {yoonjin fanfic}

With all the recent crap that’s been going on concerning Jin, and then after watching his vlive, I just had to write something. I wanted to do something to show my love and appreciation for this prince, and being a writer, this was the best way I knew how. I realize it’s a little rough, and I’m currently very tired from staring at a screen for so long, but - what can I say? - anything for my darling. 

I should say that Jin has helped mend my relationship with food immensely. I owe him so much, and I just want people to know how amazing he is. I know that I’m completely lacking, and my abilities as a writer do not even begin to do him justice, but I sincerely hope this gives some idea as to what Jin is to me, and to a lot of people. Please show him love and support, let him smile, and let him know how much he means to you 🙏🏻✨

I finally enjoy food now, and I owe it all to Jin. I know that no matter what, I am proud to be a pig 🐷🌹🌸

Seokjin wasn’t eating. Which meant Yoongi wasn’t eating.

It wasn’t like he didn’t try, but every time he sat down at the table, the food looked less and less appealing. He knew it was stupid, that it was a ridiculous thought, but he couldn’t eat without his hyung. After all, it didn’t make any sense. How could he sit down for food without Seokjin?

And why was Seokjin not eating? Yoongi had no idea. Technically, he did, but reasonably, there was no explanation for it. He’d gotten the vlive notification for his hyung’s broadcast when he woke up, and he was surprised by his confession. My confidence has been really low recently. I feel ugly. I don’t look as good anymore.

Yoongi was actually surprised. Him. The roommate, the one that was supposed to know everything there was to know about Kim Seokjin. How many roommate references had the two made so far? He was sure he’d seen it somewhere on social media; roommates was actually copyrighted, for God’s sake! And all the while, it turned out Yoongi had no idea that his hyung, his Seokjin, was feeling so low about himself.

“Uh- n-no, thanks,” he had replied (too often) when Yoongi asked him if he wanted to help him finish his portion of food.

He didn’t know why, but for some reason, he thought it’d be a good idea to go make the same offer. Maybe, this time, Seokjin would finally accept it.

“Hyung,” he said, walking into the room with more than half a container’s worth of Chow Mein. Seokjin had had his headphones on, and he was busy looking over the music sheets when he saw the younger member. His lips formed a tired smile, and pulled the headphones off. He held up the delivery box, “I couldn’t finish this, can you have it?”

Almost immediately, Seokjin’s smile faded. His eyes glanced between the food and Yoongi, and the younger realized he’d done something wrong. “Why don’t you just put it in the fridge?”

The look on his hyung’s face left an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Why did he look like that? Since when did he look like that?

Yoongi fidgeted where he stood. He didn’t expect Seokjin did get angry at him. “I just thought I should ask you in case you wanted it-”

“Why?” Seokjin snapped. “Do I look like a trash can to you? You think you guys can just dump your crap onto me when you’re done with it? I do more in this group than just eat, Yoongi.”

When he was done, Yoongi was left with his mouth open. He stared at him with disbelief. “H-Hyung, I know that. You- you haven’t eaten in days, and I was worried about you.” He walked towards Seokjin, opening the white container. “Look, see, it’s not because I couldn’t finish it. It’s still completely full, I just wanted you to get some food.”

Seokjin’s face softened as he stared at the delivery, then he swallowed and looked back down at his sheets. “Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”

Yoongi’s shoulders slumped. “Yes, you are.” Seokjin didn’t look up, and Yoongi could feel himself getting angrier. Could his hyung not see how ridiculous he was being? “What are you doing, hyung? I saw your vlive, since when do you talk about yourself like that?” He didn’t reply, and the boy’s fingers clenched. “Tell me.” Still, Seokjin didn’t respond, and Yoongi forcefully turned his head so that their faces were mere inches apart. “Tell me.”

He knew he was being tough, but damn it, Seokjin was supposed to belong to him. They were supposed to belong to each other, and though Yoongi wouldn’t say that out loud, he still had a right to know what was bothering him.

Seokjin stared, then his eyes glistened as he said, in barely over a whisper, “Since always.”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

Seokjin gently pulled away, wiping at his eyes as he sighed, “I’m BTS’s visual, Yoongi. Do you know what that means? It’s a fancy word to describe somebody who has nothing going for them but their looks.”

He shook his head, unable to process what he was telling him. “Hyung, that’s not true.”

He chuckled sadly, dabbing at his eyes that had already gone wet again. “Isn’t it? Think about it; I don’t get any lines in most of our songs, I don’t get much screen time, I don’t get taken seriously in acting, I have to train seven times as hard as Hoseok and Jimin to be a decent dancer- I mean, aside from my looks, what exactly do I contribute to BTS?”

“Everything,” Yoongi automatically replied, like he’d known the answer and was just waiting to use it. “You’re everything, hyung.” And it was true. He couldn’t begin to describe what he meant to him, what he meant to BTS. Only Seokjin, Yoongi thought. Only Seokjin could take away his ability to form words.

He laughed again, shaking his head and wiping at the tears that were escaping. “Yoongi, I’m so glad I have you… but that answer’s just not going to cut it anymore.” Yoongi shook his head, his mouth open with nothing to say. What was wrong with him? Seokjin was upset, he needed him, why couldn’t he talk properly? Why now?!

He waved it off with one hand, wiping at his face again. “It’s okay. It’s not the first time this,” he gestured to his puffy face, “has happened. It comes and goes, I deal with it for a few days, and then it’s gone. I can handle it, Yoongi, I’ve always handled it. Don’t worry.”

But he couldn’t not worry.

I can handle it, Yoongi, I’ve always handled it. The more Yoongi thought about it, the more his memory revealed. He suddenly remembered all the days that Seokjin had been locked in their room, his face buried in his pillow for hours on end. He remembered the days when he would sleep in, even far past Yoongi, and not get out of bed except for an hour or two. He remembered the days Seokjin would stare at his photoshoot images, then silently walk away without a word, and he’d miss meals for the rest of the day. Yoongi almost wanted to hit himself. How could he never have noticed? He claimed to care about his hyung, and yet he’d let him silently suffer on his own.

On his own. Now, that was another scary thought. Yoongi tried thinking about how to fix this, then he realized that it was completely out of his territory. This wasn’t like writing songs, where he could just consult Namjoon or the other BigHit music producers. This was different.

And yet, even as he knew that, Yoongi couldn’t help but think of the rumbling in his stomach.

“Hyung,” he said, suddenly realizing something, “if this was me, if I was the one upset, you’d… you’d hug me, wouldn’t you?”

Seokjin looked up from his music sheets, his eyes narrowed. “Huh?”

“If I was upset,” he continued, ignoring the heat quickly rising to his neck, “y-you’d hug me. You’d be nice to me, and say something sweet, and you’d pet my head, a-and… and maybe kiss me.”

He looked down, his cheeks also reddening. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Yoongi thought about it, and before he could talk himself out of it, he shrugged, “I’m not you. I don’t think like you do, and I think… I think that’s why we work so well together. It’s because we’re complete opposites, hyung.”

He blinked. “Opposites?”

He nodded, then he sat across from Seokjin and took both his hands in his, a gesture Yoongi was not so generous with. “Yes. And that gives me complete access to tell you; you’re a total dumbass.”

He stared, then, “What?”

“Yeah! You’re a stupid, ridiculous, piggish dumbass!” He kissed his hands once, then again. “Don’t you get it yet? You’re not everything to BTS because of your looks. You’re not everything because of your singing or acting, either! Hell, none of us are! Anyone can sing and dance, but you’re different. You really think people love Taehyung so much because he can reach a low note? It’s because he’s a goddamn freak of nature, and fans love that. They love that they have someone they can identify with. They love having someone that tells them it’s okay for them to be themselves and act however they want to.”

“But what does that have to do with me?”

He huffed a chuckle. He couldn’t believe Seokjin didn’t see what he saw. He brought his hands to his lips, and snuggled his face against the older boy’s palms for a moment before he said, “That’s what you do. Do you have any idea how many fans love themselves because of you? You tell them eating a lot’s a good thing, and they listen. You tell them to take big bites, and they do. You make crappy jokes that are not funny – I’m not kidding, they suck – but they’ll laugh anyway because you’re so confident with the way you talk. You’re not just everything to BTS, hyung. You’re everything to the fans.” He put his hands back on Seokjin’s face, holding his gaze steady. “So, for the love of God, come have dinner because I’m starving, and I can’t eat unless you’re eating.”

“Yoongi…” he trailed off, his eyes watering quickly, and the younger began to panic. It looked like his tough love approach hadn’t worked as well as he thought.

“H-Hyung, I wasn’t trying to make you cry, I was only-”

Before he could finish, Seokjin moved forward, his arms around the younger’s shoulders as he pulled him in for a tight hug. He buried his face in the crook of his neck, and he silently cried.

“Hyung…” he let him cry for a few minutes, his hands running softly over the older boy’s back.

“Yoongi,” he said after a while, his voice raw and deep from sobbing.

“Hm?”

“I’m hungry.”

10

Chapter 8 of American Horror Story: Roanoke references the Murder House episode “Piggy, piggy”:

“Piggy Man. It’s, uh- It’s terrifying. Okay, story goes, um he was a hog butcher in Chicago during the World’s Fair of 1893. And before he would go into the slaughter pen he would put on this mask- this pig mask- that he’d made from one of his other kills. And he would snort- You know, like a pig. Make ‘em think he was one of them. Then one day he slipped, and he fell. The pigs, hogs, tore him apart. And they didn’t find one piece of him anywhere. So everyone assumed. Because not too long after, his former customers- they started turning up dead. Gutted, skinned and hung upside down in a bathtub to drain, like a hog in his shop. And they say if you stand in front of a mirror and say- Here, piggy pig-pig. “Here, piggy pig-pig” that he’ll return for the slaughter.”

Image: AHS Murder House, “Piggy, piggy”

peachykeen-piggy-prattles  asked:

ok, here's a question that's been with me for years now: so uh, what exactly is the history of the tfwiki? why is it comedic in nature? im not complaining, its just that the tfwiki is so different from all other fandom wikis that i'm curious how it got that way. did it start as a regular wiki before someone added a funny caption as a joke, and it just went from there? or was it always going to be comedic? who created it? why? forgive me if this has been asked before, but google is useless here.

“Teletraan I, the Transformers Wiki” was originally founded on Wikia (then called “Wikicities”) back in May 2005 by a user named Nova81426, with the intention that he and a friend of his would work on it as a hobby. The week after opening up the site, however, the pair were offered a big job opportunity (to take over the running of a comic book store), so their planned project had to be shelved so they could devote their time to that.

Nothing much happened to the wiki for a while, until April of 2006, when it was discovered by longtime Transformers fan David “@itswalky“ Willis. The editing of Transformers articles on Wikipedia itself had been increasingly troubled for some time thanks to the efforts of one particularly terrible editor, so Willis determined to turn “Teletraan I” into the “proper” Transformers wiki as a way to have a good online resource free of that nonsense. He chose to make it a little humorous, and the first few editors who joined him in working on the site - being from a similar era of fandom as him, and sharing a similar sense of humor from being in the same fandom circle - rolled with it.

And y’know, it might’ve ended there, with the site being somewhere these guys had fun while documenting Transformers, but instead it just kept growing and growing as more people joined up to contribute. And as popular as we are for our tone now, back in the early days, whee-OOOH, there were some folk that HATED it, and were really out to get the site! But as our main talkpage still says, “THE FUNNY STAYS,” and eventually history got on our side. :)

To complete this recap of our history and answer the other big question that’s often asked - “why are there two wikis?” - we’ll jump ahead to 2008, when Wikia was in the process of redesigning itself to look less like Wikipedia, leading to the incorporation of an increasingly ridiculous number of ads. You’ve seen what Wikia (or “Fandom,” as they’re call now) looks like these days, right? This was the move toward that. The Transformers Wiki had no time for the talking auto-play adverts that were being shoved into their page layouts, forcing text and images off the screen, and as the Wikia administrators were not willing to compromise on the issue, it was decided that, in order to preserve itself, the site would go independent, moving to its own server, owned by Willis. That was when we were rechristened “TFWiki,” and where we remain today, while the previous Wikia wiki still exists in a largely-abandoned state.