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School Dances - Richie Tozier

Originally posted by agent-69

word count: 4311
warnings: swearing
a/n: yes i know it’s mileven but they’re my babies and it was a good gif so politely fuck off.  also i’m sorry this is a lame title,  and it’s been so long since i’ve posted


[ love is arguing, but not attacking ]

You had your feet up on the couch, using your legs as a makeshift table as you sketched away in your notebook.  Everyone was at Bill’s for a sleepover, and you and him were currently sketching while the others were playing Atari.  You were never one much for video games.

“What do you think?” You asked quietly, leaning over to show Bill your pencil sketch of the quarry you’d all been to countless times.  Bill smiled and nodded.

“I-I like it” He told you, and you went back to your sketching again.

“Thanks-”

“You should draw me sometime sweetheart” You jumped slightly as you spun around, eyes narrowing at the boy leaning over the back of the couch.

“Damnit Richie you almost made me mess it up!” You scolded, but he just grinned before hopping onto the rug between Eddie and Ben.  You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

Yeah, you and Richie were friends.  You were both in the Loser’s Club, and always shared good times and awesome adventures.  Not including the whole Pennywise fiasco last summer.  It was just that he was such a trashmouth, and you were so introverted, that the connection was hard.  So most of the both of your time spent together was either arguing, or really great and fun.

It was 90% arguing.

“y/n? Earth to y/n” You blinked to see Eddie was snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“Sorry what’d you say?” You asked again.

“I asked if you were going to homecoming” He repeated, eyes flicking to the screen momentarily to see Bev’s character dominating over Richie’s.  Richie yelling and whining about how he ‘was the professional here’.

“Thanks Ed but you’re just a friend… I’d rather be asked by someone interested-”

“Oh no no no no no no I didn’t mean it like that y/n I wasn’t asking you ou-”

“You’re asking y/n out?” Richie abandoned his game to glare over at Eddie, but you missed it after being too focused by her drawing.

“Fuck no!” Eddie screeched, now gaining your attention again.  Eddie went on this rant about your friendship and all that, but you just sat there quietly.

Were you really that unideal of a homecoming date? Maybe you didn’t have the body of a senior, maybe you weren’t perfect, but you thought you’d at least suffice.

“I’m gonna get a drink” You muttered, tossing your sketchbook carelessly to the side of the couch.  You stood up without another word, walking to the kitchen and blinking hard so you wouldn’t cry.

“Fuck Tozier” Eddie grumbled.  “You made your girl sad”

“She’s not my girl” Richie replied in a quieter tone, paranoid you could still hear him from the kitchen.

“Ri-Richie you should t-talk to her” Bill said, but Richie shook his head, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“I can’t” He said, feeling as pathetic as he sounded.  Bev rolled her eyes, standing up and going after you.

“You’re a pussy” She called back to him before consoling you quietly in the kitchen.


It was late,even for you, and you had quite the night owl tendencies.  But you didn’t care, preferring to lean over the kitchen counter with your second cup of cocoa as you worked on a sketch.  A different one from before, this one you’ve been adding to for months, and still, it just doesn’t seem perfect.  You didn’t like to share them until they were perfect.

You groaned softly, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.  Your eyes briefly flicking to the little candle you had on the counter, wondering briefly if you should just scrap the whole page.  Then shook your head, not liking the destructive thought.

“y/n?” Your head snapped up, hands propping you at your chin.  “What’re you doing up it’s like… two in the morning” Richie spoke, voice tired and a mumble.

“Was I loud?” You whispered, and he shook his head, messy hair flopping in front of his face.  You watched him pull his glasses from where they were folded to slide into the neck of his shirt, fitting them onto his face and pushing them up his nose.  You found yourself smiling at this, even though it was a simple action.

“No I just… couldn’t sleep” He said lamely with a shrug.  He wandered over to where you stood, peeking down at your notebook.  You pulled it towards you anxiously, flipping the pages so he couldn’t see what you’d been working on.

“Me too” You finally responded, drawing his attention away from the book.  But it didn’t work.

“What’re you drawing?” He asked, and you felt the nervous butterflies fluttering relentlessly in your chest..  Your fingers curled tighter around the pages.  “What? Scared I’m not gonna like my sexy portrait?” He smirked at his own comment and your eyes narrowed.

“Why would I want to show you anyways, you’re just gonna make fun of it” You said, holding it against your chest.  Richie’s smirk pulled into a frown instantly.

“I won’t” He said quickly.

“I don’t believe you” You mumbled back.  His frown deepened.  You set your book back down on the counter, keeping it closed as you reached to drink from your mug.

“y/n… come on… what do you think I’m gonna do?” He tried to keep his voice quiet, soft.

“I dunno…” You murmured out again.  “Make fun of it?”

“I promise I won’t” He responded fast, truly trying to persuade you to show him.  You bit down on your lip, glancing anxiously around before picking up the book again, sliding it over to him.  Richie grinned, his cheek a pink hue illuminated in the candle light.

You wanted to draw that.

He opened up the cover carefully, seeing your name and information printed neatly on the inside cover of it.  He turned the page, and you awaited his reaction to your first sketch.  It was simple, just a night sky.  You remembered how you spent forever shading in the different patches of the sky, and perfecting each point of the little stars you added.  Richie almost reached out to brush his fingers over the perfected crescent moon you’d drawn, but pulled away at the last moment, not wanted to ruin your masterpiece.

“It’s not… it isn’t perfect it was when I was first starting to draw-”

“It’s beautiful” He cut you off.  “And this was when you were an amateur?” Your teeth sunk into your lip again.  “y/n you’re so fucking talented!” He smiled up at you before flipping the page, seeing an arrangement of flower sketches all over it.

“That was uh.. That was practice for something else” You said, fingers wringing together.  Bill was the only one you shared your work with, the both of you critiquing and admiring each other’s pieces.  But this was… this was different.

“They’re nice” He commented quietly, then moved on to another page.  This one was the one he’d briefly saw earlier, of the quarry and it’s sparkling waters, the morning sun giving it this effect.  He smiled, being reminded of countless memories spent there with the Losers.  Another page turn, and this time he paused.

His eyes scanned over your most secreted drawing, the one that’s seemed to take you an eternity, every detail needing to be at absolute perfection.  A slow grinned tugged his lips open, a pearly white smile being flashed your way before back to the notebook.

Inside was a sketch of the whole gang, arms linked over everyone’s shoulder.  Mike, then Stan, Ben, then Eddie, then Richie, Bill, Beverly, and you.  There wasn’t any scenery yet, so far just the basics of each person.  Facial features, clothing, hair.  Richie looked at his own character, his grin in the sketch lopsided, glasses crooked and eyes large.  His hair was even messier than usual and his tee shirt read Loser.  All the shirts had the same logo on it.

“y/n this is so…” He breathed out heavily, for once, not having anything to say.  “It’s fucking amazing, it’s perfect” You blushed deeply and darted your eyes away from his.

“I was going to give it to Bill for Christmas… I mean it’ll probably take me that long anyways and I thought after… last summer it’d be kinda… you know?” You trailed off, not wanting to say the words.  Richie nodded, glancing once more at the page before closing the book.

“I’m really glad you showed me” He said, and you only nodded your head in response, taking the last drink of your cocoa and setting the mug in the sink.

“I should go back to bed” You said, taking the notebook in your arms once more.  Richie opened his mouth, maybe to protest and ask you to stay, or to say he wasn’t tired yet, he wasn’t even sure.  So he sighed inwardly and gave up on finding the right words.

“Yeah, it’s late” He said, and you both trudged on your tiptoes back to the living room where the arrangement of sleeping bags were strewn all over the place.  You looked back at him as you sat down in yours, holding onto your pillow as he settled in again for the night.

“Goodnight” You whispered, and he looked over at you as he took off his glasses and folded them up.

“Night y/n” He replied, and you smiled gently before laying down and getting comfortable.  Richie smiled to himself as well while he laid down and went to sleep.


The next day at school you were all groggy from staying up so late, especially you and Richie.  Which the others commented about numerous times.  But you brushed it off and ignored their ongoings as you put in your locker combination.

“I’m too tired for this” You hummed to Richie, who nodded, eyes shut as his side leaned against the locker next to you.  Only hearing pieces of Eddie yelling at Beverly for her smoking habits.  Not that she cared, but it was funny to get him riled up.

“Oh look! It’s my favorite girl!” Suddenly your locker was slammed shut, and you jumped to see Henry Bowers had wedged himself between your now closed locker and yourself.  You backed up immediately, finding his aroma to be absolutely ghastly.

“Take a shower fuck-bag” Richie groaned

“Fuck off loser, I’m only here for y/n” Henry stroked an oddly gentle hand down your cheek, and you winced with disgust.  “How are ya y/n? I missed school yesterday… did you miss me?” You gagged aloud.

“No Henry, I didn’t miss you” You uttered, yanking your face away from his hand.  “Don’t touch me” You added, hiking the strap of your backpack higher on your shoulder.  Henry smirked, an eyebrow arching tauntingly.

“Come on sweetheart, don’t be that way” He leaned forward to meet your eye level.  “I know all I gotta do is ask you to lift your skirt a little, isn’t that right boys?” Your face fell at the horrible and untrue accusation.  “But that’s alright, it’s nice when they’re easy” His hand was back on you again, toying with the collar of your shirt and trailing over your throat.

“Hey!” Henry was shoved away, toppling to the ground.  “She said not to touch her you fucking pervert!” Your eyes widened at Richie, and your fear only increased as Henry stood up, grabbing the boy by his shoulders and pinning him to the row of lockers.

“You better fucking watch it four eyes!” Henry yelled in his face.  “I’ll fucking gut you-!”

“Mr Bowers?” Richie fell to the floor as Henry dropped him as soon as the scolding voice of a teacher rang in the air, silencing the hall.  “You wouldn’t want a call home would you?”

Henry took off, leaving the Losers alone in the hallway.  Whoever the teacher was, simply turned and walked away as well, not saying another word.

“y/n are you-”

“What the fuck?” You cut off Ben’s almost question as you whipped around to look at RIchie.  “What was that!?” Richie, confused by your sudden burst of anger stood up and scrunched up his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry?” He said sarcastically.  “That asshole had his hands all over you, the disgusting mullet wearing-”

“Well I didn’t need your saving” You said, adjusting your bag, your face fallen as you turned to head away.

“y/n-!” He called but you didn’t even so much as glance over your shoulder.  Just kept on going.  His lips fell to a frown as he looked at his friends, who all seemed confused.

Except Bev, who frowned herself as she shook her head.

“”What’s going on what happened? She.. she’s actually mad at me?”

“No Rich, she’s just embarrassed” The girl said, but his expression didn’t change.

“But she… but I’m…” he sighed, defeated.  His shoulders slumped as he began to walk away as well, wanting to follow after you, but instead heading to class.

He hadn’t meant to hurt you, or offend you.  He was only trying to keep you safe.


Three days passed and you’d done everything you could to avoid Richie, even though you still saw him everywhere.  Walking past your classes, which you were sure was on purpose, in the lunchroom, in your gym class, and you swore that every time you turned your head, he was darting away somewhere.

“n/n? You gonna show me your dresses or not?” Beverly asked you.  You blinked, looking up from where you were sat on the floor against your bed.

“Bev I don’t really wanna go to the dance… do I have to?”

“Of course! Come on it’ll be fun” She said, already opening up your closet to look through your things.

“But… Richie’s gonna be there” You said weakly.  Beverly just laughed, and pulled a dress from your closet.

“This one” She said, and laid a dress off the side of the mattress.  You looked at it for a moment, not remembering having worn it except for your aunt’s wedding.  That seemed so long ago.

Ever since the events last summer, a time before that just seemed like another era altogether.

“Beverly just… no thanks” You mumbled, looking back at her.  She only crossed her arms.

“Come on.  It’s in one hour y/n” She pleaded softly.  “You and I will hang out, and if you want….” She sighed deeply.  “I’ll even make Richie to swear to stay away from you”Your eyes widened a little bit, but she still noticed.  “Even though I don’t even understand why you two are so… I don’t even have the word for it.  Being stupid?”

“I’m ashamed Bev, someone else had to come and save me.  Again.  I’m so sick and-and tired of needing to be rescued!” Your friend frowned.

“Sweetheart, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.  It’s what good friends do, we help each other out.  And quite frankly, Richie was right.  Henry was being a creep, even more than usual.  Of course he was in a jealous and protective rage”

“Jealous?” You repeated in a whisper.

“Well duh, the boy digs you” Beverley brushed it off like it was obvious.  “He was just trying to keep you safe is all.  He wasn’t trying to make you feel like a damsel in distress”

You chewed on your lip, now staring at the dress she’d picked out for you as your thoughts ran wild with this new information.

“Fine” You huffed out after a long period of silence, standing up and snatching the outfit aggressively.


Richie did what he usually did at school events.  Or most events for that matter.  He found a seat, and began counting down the minutes until he could go home.

Did he want to be at the school dance? Not really.  Had his friends pretty much persuaded him to come anyways? Yep.  But there he was, sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair at a black and white (and pink? What was this fucking valentine’s day?) themed school dance.  His friends all gathered on the gym floor and dancing obnoxiously to some song he hadn’t heard of before.  All the while he just sat and watched.

All Richie could think about was how maybe if he hadn’t been a dumbass, he’d at least be sitting here with your company.  Knowing that you weren’t one much for getting up and dancing in front of your peers.  His night could’ve been filled with fun conversation and the stupid game of pointing out the best and worst outfits of the night.  But he hadn’t even seen you arrive.

And he was pretty sure that you wouldn’t be.

He’d watched the clock till it was ten minutes into the dance. The boredom was weighing down heavier and heavier and soon he was slumped over his seat, his elbow propping his chin up and his glasses sliding down every now and then from slouching.  Eleven minutes.  Twelve.  Thirteen.  Fourt-

Richie nearly jumped out of his seat when the gym doors swung open, this time not revealing one of the chaperones coming in, but you and Beverly.

And wow, you looked perfect.  And Richie thought you looked like an angel on a normal day.  But this was… this was a fucking occasion he should’ve planned for.

She walked in looking nervous, like she felt out of place.  And to him, she was, she blew away any of the other girl’s who even tried tonight.  Her hair was in curls, some of it pinned back behind her head.  Her dress was a pale pink color that fell to her ankles, sleeves that came almost all the way down her arms, and something in him wanted to touch it to see if it felt as soft as it looked.

Richie blinked, eyes growing even wider behind the thick frames.  He wasn’t even sure if she was real.  He watched as Bev pushed on your arm gently, then nodded towards him.  He almost didn’t redirect his gaze before you’d looked to where she pointed.  Luckily, you hadn’t caught him openly staring.

“Damn it” You whispered, hoping to have gone the night without an interaction.  But it was already too late for that.  “Bev let’s go-”

“No way! You promised me you’d at least try” She reminded, and you winced, glancing back over to Richie secretly.

He was staring straight at you, and was completely obvious about it.  He must not have been able to tell that you were looking out of the corner of your eye.  Because he was still staring at you.

Well, you were staring at him too but that was different.  You couldn’t help it.

“He looks beautiful” Was the first thing you said, and Beverly made a weird sound as she turned to see where your eyeline had fallen.  Her brows rose when her sights landed on Richie Tozier.  Moping like a four year old but staring at you like an old lover.

“Beautiful?” She questioned, her surprised face scrunching up with confusion.  You nodded, turning back to face her, a gentle smile on your lips.  He was in a suit, sort of.  It was a dark grey, but the collared shirt underneath it was white, and his tie was black.

You were pretty sure he’d worn it to Georgie’s funeral, minus the tie.

“Yeah” You answered Beverly, who was now grinning ear to ear whilst you blushed at the sight of Richie all dressed up.  “Nice, he looks nice” You stammered out, and Beverly rolled her eyes good naturedly.

“He does.  You should go tell him”

“I don’t think he’d like to speak to me” You whispered, scared he’d hear, even from thirty feet away.  Your fingers began to twirl and intertwine with themselves out of nervousness.

He still hadn’t looked away.

“I beg to differ” Your friend told you.  But before you could ask her why, Bill and Eddie had walked up to the both of you.

“Hey what the hell’s up with mopey McMoperson over there?” Eddie asked, nodding off towards the glasses wearing boy who was now looking fascinated by the floor.  Bev glared at the short boy, a sigh falling from her lips.

“Could we be anymore discreet?” She muttered sarcastically.

“What? I was just wondering if he’s still all hung up over y/n”

Bill smacked his hand against his forehead, and Bev glanced over at you.  Your face had fallen, lips parted, eyes saddened and staring down at your hands, still locked together in a knot.

“n/n I didn’t mean it like tha-”

“I’m just gonna go sit and drink some punch” You cut off Eddie’s apology with a small mumble, and headed off towards the beverage table.  You swiftly poured a plastic cup of punch then made your way to the empty seats along the side of the gym.  Opposite of where Richie had sat himself.

You passed the time watching the girls twirl around in their pretty dresses and fancy hairdos.  Some wearing makeup you were sure they stole from their mothers vanities.  You picked out the dress you liked best, something blue and frilly.  Pretty, but not over the top like some of the others.  After all, it was just a school dance.

“Why aren’t you dancing out there with them?” You looked up to see Richie standing in front of you.  Your mouth opened, but you were in such a shock that no words came out.

“I-I… I don’t know” You said pathetically, mentally slapping yourself for saying something so lame.

“Well do you want to dance with me?” Again, your brows rose as you were thrown for another loop.  What!?  “I know I’m not ideal” Richie continued.  “But pretty girls shouldn’t sit through an entire dance and watch everyone else” A small smile pulled on your lips at the compliment, and you nodded your head slowly, and he reached his hand out to you.  You took it, ducking your head down so that your blush wouldn’t be seen.

“Thanks” Was all you managed to say.  Your eyes still glued to the gym floors, not realizing he was staring directly at you, with a soft intensity.

“I’ve missed you” He blurted, without thinking, as he always did.  But this was different.  You looked up at him, eyes round as a doe’s, a look of pure innocence and curiosity held in them.  “I’ve missed you a lot” He continued.  “I’ve missed talking to you and messing with you and seeing you draw and even just seeing you in the hallway”

While what he was saying was true, he couldn’t stop speaking.  And he began to freak that this would lead him somewhere ugly, telling you all this.  But at the same time… he didn’t care.

“And after… after all that shit with Pennywise and you and I… we… we got closer and I really fucking loved that because let’s face it! You’re great!” Your lips felt sewn shut, though they had dropped open just slightly.  “ANd you get shit and I don’t… I don’t get it! You get shit from your parents because they think you aren’t good enough but y/n you’re fucking perfect and if you ever believe otherwise I’ll… well I’ll off myself! It’d be the end of the world!”

“Rich…” You said softly, hoping he’d quiet down seeing that other dancing students were now watching this scene unfold.

“No I-! I don’t care! Let them watch I don’t care!” He looked around at all the prying eyes, most of them shooting to look away before being caught.  “And y/n I’m sorry, I’m sorry for what I did, and I swear I only did it because I… well I wanted to protect you” He sighed, defeated, and finally quieting down a little bit.  “And I know you don’t need my protection… hell you barely even need me but dammit I need you

Your eyes widened impossibly further, surprised by this confession.  You sniffled, your hands around his neck tightening a little, pulling yourselves closer together.

“Look I… I’ve never done this before, I’ve never even felt this way before but you… you just make it seem natural.  Like I’ve been doing this for ages” Your eyes, wet with tears, crinkled up as a smile tugged your lips upwards.

“Richie you-” Your quiet voice was cut off again.


“y/n I think I’m in love with you” He said, head ducking down so it was ensured only your ears would hear it.  Your noses nearly touched, your head tilted back to properly meet his eyes.  You sniffled again, quickly rubbing your fist under your eyes to stop the tears from falling before holding onto him again.

“Richie” You said, voice weak with a wet laughter.  Cheeks rosy pink with a bashful blush.  “You’re the sweetest trashmouth I know” You whispered.  He smiled lopsidedly, one of his hands on your waist raising to tuck a loose strand of  hair out of your eyes and behind your ear.

“And you are a beautiful stubborn angel” He replied.  You blinked, licking over your lips and biting your cheek to keep from smiling too much.  WIth that, he leaned into you, you barely standing onto the tips of your toes to meet his lips in a soft kiss.

You’d been kissed before, by your parents, a fleeting boyfriend once a long time ago, but this felt so, so different.

Perfect, right.

And when you parted, eyes wide for a moment out of the shock it left you in, Richie smiled at you, leaning his forehead down against yours.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too, Richie Tozier” You mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as you swayed softly to the music with him.

He just smiled with delight, staying silent.

It was comfortable to be silent with you there.



k but in real life he’d be runnin’ his mouth about how hot you are and how much he wants to shove his tongue down your throat, but let’s be real, he’d still be a sweetie

xoxo ~ jordie

morning; shawn mendes

a/n: another blurb from blurb night october, also another re-upload, here’s why!
synopsis: the morning after the time first [masterlist]


The sun cascading through the curtains wakes you before Shawn does. 

He’s entering from the bathroom, running his hands through his matted hair, trying to give it some volume – trying to make himself look the least bit presentable before you wake up. 

He’s in nothing but his boxers, having slugged them on this morning when he woke up before you. Had to drag himself from your bare frame, meeting the mirror with a glare because it wasn’t you staring back at him. 

There’s a permanent blush on his face, the red blossoming over his cheeks like a rose blooming. It’s cinematic, almost poetic the way he sun finds his features, but the picture only develops when he sees you watching him from your duvet encrusted position. 

Keep reading

Memeteen guide to Seventeen

S.coups: 

  • carats make fun of his stage name holding a couple s.coups of icecream and a S.cup of noodles 
  • chicc
  • the poor man between jeongjicheol
  • papa coups 
  • embarrasing dad
  • wings it at choreo sometimes
  • has 12 children 
  • wants to c h o k e jeonghan
  • the type of dad that would challenge his 5 yr old child to a game of soccer and then gets too competitive and swerves that bitch to get goals
  •  his smile and his smile alone gave one of Seventeen’s stages a crap ton of views
  • say the name!
  • camel
  • piggy bank
  • beagle leader
  • “eyes look like 9:15″
  • eyelashes for ddaayyyysss
  • Everybody SCREAMM
  • fireworks are the only enemy
  • My EGG YOLK T-T
  • members rebel against him at times
  • someone save him


Jeonghan:

  • John-Oops I mean Jeonghan
  • Laying down is his preferred physical state
  • swindler
  • long hair majestic unicorn and short hair majestic prince. He majestic no matter what fam
  • “Joshua was the first one to approach me”
  •  toucher of asses 
  • shamelessly feeds off of members’ love 24/7
  • Makes members have couple wallpaper and phone cases with him 
  •  "angel"
  • the mother of Seventeen
  • “Dino, nugu aegi?”
  • All members are under his spell
  • giraffe running
  • Jeonghan’s warm cup of milk
  • sa-sa-say the name seventeen 
  • Doubts OFD pds
  • bitter smile of betrayal 
  • vernon crushed his balls once
  • athletic with no stamina
  • creator of the Carat mating call: *incoherent screaming*


Joshua:

  • Gentleman
  • fukn weeaboo
  • the b e s t freestyle rapper in Seventeen. Dont @ me
  • ded meme(?) “Jisoos Christ”
  • The ‘normal one’-SIKE bitch
  • That poor waterbottle
  • When-one-of-the-members-wear-a-shirt-with-questionable-english-words-everyone-blames-me-lol  guy
  • I pledge allegence to the flag of the united states of amerca and to the re-
  • dRinK WaTeR
  • pin drop and worm master +uncle dance
  • pingpong vlive 
  • “EAT THIS” signature move
  • “over here”
  • The english teacher everyone wants and deserves 
  • white cap
  • Chicken can heal the heart
  • L.A motherfuckerss
  • piggy bank
  • “Ïm part of vocal unit too! T-T”


Jun

  • Heechul’s reincarnated body that was too early bc he aint ded lol
  • chinaline
  • child actor 
  • nyeac nyeac 
  • logos are out to get him 
  • eyeroll king 
  • punny and awkward
  • king of china
  • 404 lines not found
  • My I now
  • “Ice ice froze.” (that crazy in love Wonwoo lyric) moments
  • sexy expression
  • convinced he is the number one visual 
  • shy vlives
  • proceeds to tell members to call him handsome in chinese
  • ofd positivity boy


Hoshi: 

  • naega hosh + pose
  •  What time is it? 10:10 bitches
  • ‘ten hour ten minute’
  •  shinee’s biggest fanboy
  •  from soft 1 to hipthurst 100  real quick.
  • HAM HAM. HAMHAMHAMHAM
  • My name’s soonyoung call me soon
  • hamster cheeks
  • suffers with spicy food
  • beurora hurricane
  • Coco his chicken 
  • his love for the angsty teen makne 
  • “HEy MIDDLE" 
  • glitter face
  • pretty u first win cry face
  • Mounteen
  • kwon fire
  •  making dances out of things that inspire him; ex: crab, octopus, noodles, street lamp, backpack
  • kwon edward soonyoung 
  • refuses to be bottom visual 
  • rivalry with seungkwan and wonwoo 
  • claps like a child
  • KWON SOONYOUNG FIGHTING *wakes up* 'YYEEEEAAAHHH”
  • Grandma


Wonwoo:

  • lowkey highkey loves his own visuals 
  • beanie bro 
  • garden fairy 
  • voice so deep adele’s rollin in it 
  • “life is hamburger”
  • cheese burger aegyo 
  • emo 
  • let him sing fam
  • fukn nerddd 
  • sick wonwoo days with the plushy
  • Tsundere™
  • make him an actor pls 
  • got hit in the balls with a ball one time 
  • nose crinkle 
  • specs 
  • lack of highfives
  • middle school’s dance machine
  • him vs. Hoshi in ofd japan
  • bag of luck


Woozi:

  • Smol bean that would kill for a single cornchip 
  • Reminds me of a old grandpa teddy bear idk lol 
  • Done with life, hates aegyo and human contact, but will accept it when he wants to
  • members mock his crying from pretty u first win every chance they get 
  • if he does anything out of character they tease him about it till no end tbh
  • Suga’s son
  • his need to grab and hit people when he laughs
  • guitar is his greatest weapon
  • ccrriinnggeee & finger ccurrlll
  • producer-nim
  •  adore u is a funky pop song that has fun and fresh lyrics that match seventeen’s age on top of an addictive melody 
  • members exposing his ass in project svt


Dk:

  • the actual sun
  •  built in speakers bc he loud as shit 
  • sacrifices his beautiful face to make people laugh
  •  smile that can cure all the worlds sickness
  •  stop eating cds
  • woojoos_daddy
  • ‘come to daddy’ tee
  • horsemin MAL
  • pigeon
  • GRILLED PPPORRKK
  •  chicc
  •  pure and goes along with jokes the best 
  • heLL0 mY naMe Is LeE SeOkMIN my moTheR’S naMe Is
  • hightone rap
  • wat is basketball? 
  • do it from your heart 
  • Jeonghan’s fool 
  • mosquito 
  • Happy birfthday broo
  • orange peel king
  • wow, unbeliebable  
  • Grandpa
  • Two-teen


Mingyu:

  • MingEW and all his sneezin
  • flowercap boi 
  • tol and clumsy
  • If Seventeen doesnt drop somethign, Mingyu certainly will 
  • actually very organized and neat 
  • Minghousewife 
  • was a cheeto for a split second
  • proud father of OG BongBong 
  • Mingyu sunbaenimmm
  • Seventeen cant live without their swiss army knife 
  • Akita sound
  • oh. my. god. Oho My GOD
  • ‘Your name is bob’
  • Where Is Your Tag???
  • squeals 
  • “Seventeens official visual" 
  • oooo000OOO yEAh 


The8: 

  • got7 bambam taught him how to dab and he never looked back since
  •  thughao
  • IMMA
  • before: Yeah I’ll have her home before 10 ^-^ 

          now: she’ll spend a night at my house ;)

  • nunchuuk daddy
  • 404 no lines found pt.2
  • now My I
  • his predebut pictures are  e p i c
  • side-eye king
  • arms for days
  • fashionista
  • rolled thin porkbelly hair
  • learns more korean to roast bitches
  • flipping is his preferred transportation 
  • dirty dirty jamjam ^-^ *svt flipps out in cringe* 
  • Kermit is his bitch

Seungkwan: 

  • fresh baked buns bebe
  • divaboo
  •  just put boo in any word and it gets 100 times better
  • supports AND hates aegyo
  • Beyonce who?
  • MCboo, talk talk talk. 
  • "Thomas the train” omg rip XD 
  • Vernon’s number 1 fan
  • OHMYGOD JASMIN
  • cries in jeju accent
  • John?
  • Boonon, svts rapper 
  • Oh Laaaddiieesss~~ this is your story 
  • red 
  • haunted house screaming 
  • volleyball fanatic
  •  kimbap kidding? 
  • Crab walks away 
  • Son of Jeju 
  • fashTion 
  • '13th visual’ (fuk nah)
  • Im the BEST quality 


Vernon:

  • child actor but never fukn talks about it
  • attempts vocal runs
  • looks confused most of the time  
  • iconic rap lines “pull up on you wacks with a mac fuly loaded”, “i’m only seventeen i only got a few dollars” “Chili Chicken in the microwave”
  • fortune cookie hair 
  • headlines headlines ( HaJiMAaaaAa, dont mention smtm4)
  • his obsession with hotline bling
  • “speaks english, but forgets that one english word” (bilingual problems)
  • Person: h- 

          Vernon: I was born in america but moved to korea when I was five 

  • Kidney function is not a right its a privilege
  • woke af
  • His mom is my bias
  • teeth
  • bubble pop
  • *slightly lifts glasses* 'ding' 
  • sofia
  • Leonardo Dicaprio AND Leonardo Divinci
  • Dont take him fishing
  • stitch
  • Dat laugh tho
  • lotto
  • My favorite part of Seungkwan is-


Dino:

  • Michael Chanson
  • “Im growing!”
  • not Jeonghan’s aegi
  • we will now forget mansae era duck ass hair
  • Diamond makne
  • “he’s going through puberty now”-Hoshi
  • a new born savage
  • Makne’s visual ranking
  • GloUp of the century
  • “michael jackson version" 
  • bitter smile 
  • loud laugh 
  • *runs over hoshi’s toes with scooter* 
  • *scrolls through phone and half-heartedly says*  I love you.

The whole vid can’t fit! Go here to see the full ver ^^

OMG GUYS!!! Do you know how long I’ve been working on this????? I am SCREAMING.

Luckily @redsketches took pity on me and helped me finish it off. In the process, I pulled her into our fandom, fufufu

But seriously, mad props to her! Thank you!!! Go check her out guys!

In the meantime, PLEASE ENJOY THIS. I love Magnus Chase and I am so sad to see it end (no spoilers pls only halfway through the last book ^^) I hope we see Magnus and his crazy world(s) again! In the meantime, we still have Star to fall back on :)

Credits and thanks to both Rick Riordan and Daron Nefcy for creating these two gems!! Thanks to Disney for helping them!!!

Ps: here are some extra char that I drew for this! May update this post with more later ^^

 @therealjacksepticeye

Happy 17 million Jacksepticeye!! Congratulations!!! I’ve always enjoyed your videos and you’ve always have a lot of positive energy through each of your videos. It was especially funny when you play multiplayer with Markiplier, Bob, and Wade with prop Hunt!!! I hope you enjoy this Speedpaint if you see this and the Illustration I’ve made!! It’s phone wallpaper size!!!

Not sure if this counts as a request but..

I just have this idea involving crankiplier that won’t leave my head.

Basically, Mark is completely aware of the fact that Ethan has a crush on him, he just never mentions it.
One day, after a particularly good video shoot Mark casually congratulates Ethan by playfully ruffling his hair
(somewhat expecting fake irritation in return).
Ethan’s reaction is quick & subtle, but Mark could tell how much he liked it.

And Mark can’t help it, he wants to get another reaction, a better one.
Over the course of several weeks, he pushes a bit farther.

(More frequently ruffling Ethans hair, casually playing with it, twirling it around his fingers, brushing it back with just his hand, lightly tugging it)

This goes on for a month & with each antic Ethan’s resolve is silently crumbling.

Then, one night, Mark starts pestering him while he’s in the middle of editing a particularly long playthrough
(he’s been at it for hours & is just so tired)
He does his best to try & tune the older man out, but Mark isn’t satisfied and resorts to twirling Ethans hair inbetween his fingers yet again.

It doesn’t take long for the yonger to loose focus.
Instead he reminds himself to be calm, to act professional.
But this has been going on for ages now & he’s so damn /frustrated/.

Eventually he gets up, turns to Mark and just flat out kisses him.
It’s angry, messy, and all kinds of desperate.

He knows he’s going to regret this as soon as its over, so he just wants to get it out of his system, /needs/ to get it out of his system.

When they finally pull apart, its all heavily breathes & silence.
Ethan can’t even bring himself to apologize.

The only thing he can say is
“You’re a dick you know that?”
Mark can only manage a quite
“I’m sorry”
Before initiating another kiss, but this time around its slower and sweeter.

Does this lead to fluffy smut?
Most likely.

anonymous asked:

Tiny bitter rant incoming, but why does this fandom want Lance to be their m|m rep when he's the usual character made gay in every piece of media ever (flirtatious, loud, hilarious) when there's a character who would break so many stereotypes if he was gay since he's the "hero," a ptsd ridden soldier, the golden boy, the one who has a huge heart and is willing to always take people in but for some reason never talks about his own family ever (which hits straight home for lots of lgbt) (cont)

(Cont) especially when the sad reality is that lots of lgbt escape to the military to escape bigoted home situations (and of course lots of little boys are gonna be watching this and I’d rather have lance be the gender role breaking stereotype saying you can like shopping, face masks, and other traditionally femme things and still be likable and get the girl, while shiro can show that you can be the hero and being gay doesn’t change that at all, especially with how lgbt are always side props)

anon I 100% agree, you made SO MANY good points, I really don’t have to add anything else to this just…thank you  🙏 🙏

Comfort Inn Ending | 7  (FINAL)

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: smut, angst
wordcount: 10k

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