Seventeen Fics ♡

Yeah! It’s a full 90~ish page movie script, but I haven’t even looked at it since I turned it in. Got an A though. (Maybe if I ever start writing again I’ll revisit making it a series but *big shrug*) It was kind of rushed, but if anyone wants, I might put the file up on a google drive link. 

Honestly idk I think I found it on instagram. it might not even be him LMAO

Seungcheol:

Jeonghan:

Joshua:

Jun:

Hoshi:

Wonwoo:

Jihoon:

DK:

Mingyu:

The8:

Seungkwan:

Vernon:

Dino:

Sorry, no! The author of that series doesn’t write for the blog anymore :(

Not really!!! Sorry!! I hope that once the summer ends I’ll be able to write more, but it seems like people just haven’t had time or motivation. We suck.

Member: Joshua Genre: Angst Word Count: 712 Warning: death mention

Joshua was certain that you couldn’t break his heart anymore that you already had.

Granted, he was pretty sure that things wouldn’t have worked out anyway, since the both of you were fighting more than you ever had and just simply couldn’t see eye to eye. He felt awful about the way you seemed to slowly fall apart. About the way your eyes lost their light. He never wanted it to end like this.

He couldn’t bring himself to remove you completely from his life. He still lived in the apartment you once shared. The pictures of the both of you were still littered on the wall. Things you left behind had stayed in their place, long forgotten. Your favorite mug still sat in its place in the cupboard. He still kept those cheesy notes you would leave around the apartment. The goldfish that you had taken home one day still swam around in its tank, which reminded Josh that he needed to clean it more often.

Joshua hadn’t loved anyone more than he loved you. More than he still loves you. He knew you were probably happier, were in less pain now that you had gone, but he was selfish. He wanted you here with him.

He remembered that the two of you would go down to the river and watch the sunset every once in a while. He remembered your favorite drink from the local coffee shop. He remembered your favorite flowers, and how you would always keep them on display much longer than you should have, with the petals browning and the stem weakening.

But Josh knew that he wouldn’t get the chance to go to the river with you again. He knew he couldn’t buy your favorite drink for you again. He knew that if he brought your favorite flowers home, there would be no one to surprise them with. Death is permanent, after all.

The sickness came unexpectedly. Who could predict cancer? It tore you apart. You and Josh fought often. Money was a common topic. Sometimes it was about you dying, something Josh would never want to talk about.

Joshua couldn’t think about losing you. He tried to make you happy, tried to pretend that everything was alright. He knew more than anyone, though, that time was running out.

So when the day finally came, and you left the world one smile less, Josh couldn’t let everything about you die. He kept all of your things. He took care of your goldfish. He stayed in your shared apartment. And occasionally, he would go visit you.

He made sure that he got you a spot facing west so you could see the sunset. He would stop by the coffee shop, where they knew his and your orders by memory. They would ask him where you were, they hadn’t seen you in a while. Josh would just nod and leave. He stopped by the flower shop, picking out the most beautiful flowers he had ever seen in his life. And then he would go see you, at the top of the hill where you could see most of the city, including the river. 

The vase of flowers next to you had wilted, nothing more than a brown and crunchy mess. True to character, you had kept them long past their expiration. The drink he had left for you last time was gone, probably taken by some animals. Josh didn’t mind. He replaced the flowers, and put the drinks in between the two of you.

Sometimes, Joshua felt like he knew why you kept those flowers. He, too, tried to hold on to something beautiful long after it had lived its time on this planet. But his flowers were a part of him, something he couldn’t let go of, even though they were gone. He had to learn how to, though, since he knew that you wouldn’t want him to keep them this long.

The sun had started to grow heavy in the sky, and Josh could hear your voice in the wind.

“Beautiful sunset, isn’t it?” He said into the empty air. He knew you had heard him.

And together, you watched the sunset dip behind the buildings of the city below you, and vanish under the horizon.

Member: Joshua Genre: Fluff Word Count: 735

“What do you mean you’ve never been to the beach?” he asked you, his eyebrows crinkling in disbelief. His whole face scrunched like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.

“I mean...yeah. I haven’t. Growing up my parents liked going to the city for vacations and we kind of lived far from the coast so...” you shrugged. It didn’t feel like such a big deal to you, but it was easy to see that something like this would come to a pretty big shock to your California-raised boyfriend.

And that was how Joshua made up a grand plan to take you to the beach for the first time. He loaded up his car with towels, folding chairs, snacks, and anything else he saw fit for your very first beach trip. As you drove the couple of hours to the coast, he tapped his fingers excitedly on the steering wheel. He babbled on about the beaches in Malibu that he visited in high school. It was rare to see him this excited over something. Especially something as trivial as a day trip. You enjoyed it, though, because seeing him happy like this was heart-fluttering. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he talked. When he smiled at you, you couldn’t help but return the grin with equal enthusiasm.

It was midday when you two arrived, and it was crowded on the beach. This didn’t dull Josh’s enthusiasm in the slightest, though, and he squeezed his way through the crowd quickly. He managed to find a nice, open spot that had a great view of the water. You tried your best to help him put up an umbrella, but he nicely asked you to just set out the towels instead (you didn’t disagree. He definitely knew what he was doing and you...didn’t).

Once everything was set up just the way he wanted it, he sat down in his chair like a king would sit upon a throne. He breathed in a deep breath through his nose, inhaling the salty air, and exhaling through his mouth in a powerful sigh.

“So how do you like it?” He asked, turning his head towards you expectantly. You didn’t really know how to tell him that you hated it. When you didn’t immediately proclaim your love for the experience, though, he knew something was up. You felt strangely guilty as you watched his face fall. “What is it? What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”  he asked, an anxious lilt to his words.

“It’s fine! I don’t dislike it,” Liar. “I just...it’s a lot to take in.” you said, putting on a smile and reaching out to touch your boyfriend on the arm. “There’s a lot of people, it’s hot, I think I already have sand in my mouth…” you blinked a few times, “and in my butt.”

“That’s all just part of the experience!” Joshua said, waving his arms to gesture around him. “It’s always kind of uncomfortable! That’s the point of a public beach!”

“I don’t follow?” you said, horribly confused.

“Listen. It’s not perfect. But look at the ocean for me. Just for a second.” He gently used two fingers to turn your face forward. “It goes on...forever. This body of water covers so much of the planet we live on. That ocean holds the biggest animals on the Earth, pirate shipwrecks, and remnants of civilizations that existed before you or me were even so much as a thought. It’s not just a pool to play in, it’s the source of all life. Right there in front of our eyes.” he said, his voice passionate.

“And a whole lotta fish pee.” you added, quietly.

“That too.” he laughed, turning to look back at you. “Still not impressed?”

You looked back over the ocean and thought about the things he had said. It was impressive, but none of that really sunk in. What did actually impact you, though, was the sun that danced off of the waves. It glittered magnificently, and it was almost too much to look at without having to squint and shield your eyes. It reminded you of a certain someone. You looked at him.

“I am. It’s lovely, Josh.” you smiled. His lips twitched up into a little grin of their own. He leaned forward and kissed you softly.

“Next time, we can just go to the park.”

This is old, but I found it in my Evernote files and laughed really hard.

S.Coups: "T just like,,, dropped this bomb and left me in its destruction”

Jeonghan: "Let’s all settle in for today’s talking point: doctors took some guys dead penis and glued it to another boy”

Joshua: "A Testicle is wearing scrotum armor"

Jun: "How quickly must you harvest a scrotum before it don’t do what it do no more”

Hoshi: "If he has kids since the baby shot through a dead penis would it be a zombie"

Wonwoo: "They just dissected that sucker like it would a middle school frog project, huh?”

Woozi: "I’m not quite sure what’s happening rn”

The8: "Its better than fucking a corpse, marcy”

Mingyu: "If new penis boy has babies won’t they just be old penis boys”

DK: "CAN U IMAGINE HAVING A DEAD BOYS SCROTUM GLUED TO YOUR BROKEN ONW”

Seungkwan: “*I am forcibly removed from Johns Hopkins*”

Vernon: "Do u think the dead guy knew his penis would be jacked”

Dino: "Oh my god this surgery happened 20 minutes from my house"

-t

MOST

Woozi: Matching onesies and sleep shirts/outfits noclothes?

The8: #8fashion isn’t just a tagging system, people. Think of those posts on the IG explore page, of those attractive couples in matching outfits, just slaying away. Sigh, makes you want a stylish s/o, doesn’t it. (T is lonely, rishta me asap)

Mingyu: Gyu is an adorable giant and all I see him and his s/o wearing are those dorky “I’m with idiot” shirts. The catch is that his s/o’s would have the arrow pointing towards him, while his shirt would have an arrow pointing up towards his face.

Hoshi: Matching sweatbands. Time to bring back Adore U era style.

Joshua: You know those cute IG couples with the matching fandom hoodies? Yeah, you lil nerds.

Jun: I actually can’t explain this. Not-so-much matching outfits, but couple outfits. Like, maybe he’s wearing a tie that matches your underwear.

Vernon: I can’t explain this either, but his signature style is really cool and might produce some pretty sweet couple-y outfits. 

DK: Maybe some pranking outfits or funny shirts?

Jeonghan: I don’t really see him matching too much. Like, a photo op or on vacation, maybe. But otherwise? Probably not. 

S.Coups: I don’t know, same reasoning as Jeonghan I guess.

Seungkwan: Please see Jeonghan and S.Coups. These three are my questionable ones.

Wonwoo: He’s got this comfy boyfriend style with the solid color shirts, sweaters, and jackets. It’s not hard to accidentally match with that wardrobe, so I guess it would end up being normal? *shrugs*

Dino: It’s like this situation with my mom: we have the same dress and it looks great on both of us! I just don’t want to wear it the same day as her. That idea. 

LEAST

okay anon I just googled and you’re not wrong.

but consider the following:

tag urself I'm hoshi 

Member: Woozi Genre: Drama/maybe angst if you squint Word Count: 2,355

The only way to describe frustration was playing a particularly annoying video game. You make your moves and all goes well until your plan is foiled by the next bigger and stronger enemy. And then comes the final boss, the biggest and strongest enemy, that sends you running, wishing for the previous enemies.

As it turns out, the current situation was just as frustrating.

In the two months since their sudden confession, Jeonghan and Woozi were relentless in their advances. Constantly trying to one-up each other. It was like a bad romance novel.

They would even go as far as stupid gifts, once even competing to see who could get you a bigger bouquet of flowers. You eventually had to intervene and bam them from buying you flowers. Then they moved on to teddy bears.

Needless to say, it was a weird mix of pleasant, and repulsive.

You still saw Jeonghan and Woozi almost as much as you did before they met up with you in that cafe (which, by the way, you tend to avoid, fearing it would bring up weird memories, and then you would have to face the problem all over again).

Eventually, though, things just got awkward.