#I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE

[marypsue]

merry almost Ides of March ya filthy animals

[veradragonjedi]

@positivityjediprince @airlocksandaviaries

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

The albatross x dancing with our hands tied

Aaaaaah this is another wonderful thematic parallel!

First of all: Girl and Her Guitar Doing A Bit At A Coffee House. I LOVE THE WAY SHE SOUNDS IN THIS. She's adding a little country twang/bluesy drawl to The Albatross and I am liiiiiiiiiiiiiiving! I enjoy The Albatross on the album, but I absolutely love it performed this way. Her little strummy strums make me so happy, especially as she builds to them at the end of the song.

The theme is: I'd kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down, I'd hold you as the water rushes in, and when that sky rains fire on you and you're persona non grata, I'll tell you how I've been there too and that none of it matters.

This is suuuuuuuuuuch a good story, and I've come to realize over the last few months that Dancing With Our Hands Tied kind of plays into so many of the songs on TTPD, but that is a whole other discussion.

When you think about it, both songs kind of tell the same story: falling in love amidst chaos, and the pressures from the outside world trying to throw a wrench in it.

In The Albatross, the outside forces warn the lover to stay away from her, but at first he stands firm and shoots them down, e.g. ignores/fights back against the people telling him this is a bad idea-- which is echoed in Dancing With Our Hands Tied and People started talking, putting us through our paces / You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, i.e. outsiders tried to put down what they had, but he stood up to them because they couldn't stop the way he felt for her.

In both songs, she wants to protect her lover from the oncoming storm. Whether it's spreading her wings like a parachute or holding him as the water rushes in, she wants to keep them close as the world closes around them, because that is their salvation. And it's really interesting to go from DWOHT where she's riddled with anxiety about what will happen to them, but dancing through it anyway because it was worth the fight, to The Albatross where she knows they're surrounded on all fronts, but she knows how to weather the storm if he'll let her guide them.

I also like the connection between I knew there was no one in the world who could take it / I had a bad feeling and I'm the life you chose and all this terrible danger. Just the idea of fearing that this person couldn't take the heat, to knowing that they chose this life with you, knowing full well what it would entail.

An interesting lyric parallel I just noticed between the two songs: And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis // You were sleeping soundly when they dragged you from your bed and I tried to warn you about them

This was a great trip down memory lane, anon! Loved this one.

[duckapus]

*in the meme factory, the smgs have been toiling away making stronger and stronger memes for the last couple weeks. since they still have JOBS to do and very much mortal bodies they've been doing it in shifts, but are still all So Very Tired. here we have smg3 nearly at the end of his most recent long shift*

SMG3, very tired: *holds a glowing Pingas head with very spiky gold hair in one hand and a tape recorder in the other* Test four thousand, six hundred and ninety-three. We are now up to Super Saian 3, according to SMG24, aaand I can no longer feel my eyeballs. Beginning test now. *unceremoniously crams the head down Reset Franky's throat*

Franky: *for a few seconds it seems like nothing's going to happen, but he's suddenly floating in midair with a beam of light bursting from his chest (you know the animation I'm talking about) and his model starts changing back into its redesigned form. once it's finished, he falls to the floor face-first with a comical splat*

3: *after a few seconds of Franky just lying there he starts poking him with the tape recorder* Uh, Franky? You good kid?

Franky: *suddenly jumps up with enough force to knock 3 back several feet* I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!!!!

3: Finally! Now we just need to set the machines to make a few dozen of those and maybe I can go home and actually get some sleep before they find the place and we have to get ready.

Marcy: *kicks in the door* THEY FOUND THE SERVERS! ALL HANDS ON DECK, WE'VE GOT A WAR TO WIN!

3: OH COME ON!!!!

[vernonverse]

everyone's like freaking out but i am LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVING for the angst n lowk praying it gets angstier 🤓🤓

SEE this is the energy i want 😭👏🏻 you're one of the brave ones!!

[youngmoviemaker]

I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE! CHAPTER EIGHT LETS GO MERRY XMAS YOU PEEPS

[psn-stalling]

ya know what screw you

PELLIPER MAIL

WEIRD ASS PURPLE MOCHI. THAT YOU ARE FORCED TO EAT. AT LEAST ONE.

I KNOW WHERE YOU LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE~

THIS SHIT TASTES FUNNY.

I spat that out. Gross. I do not NEED that while I'm cleaning this glitter mess!

[arcane-vagabond]

I liiiiiiiiiiiiiive for the drama as you know.

Jake is definitely turned on by how well Guppy handles a sword.

Fool's Fare: Chapter Eight

Fool's Fare: Chapter Eight

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Captain Jake "Hangman" Seresin had come close to swinging from the gallows more times than he would care to admit. He's stolen, cheated, even killed. The worst thing he's ever done? Broken the heart of a woman. Having broken the heart of the woman whom Davy Jones himself had fallen for six years ago, Jake is now cursed to live as something not dead, but not alive. He's doomed to live a half-life for the rest of his existence unless he manages to obtain the treasure Davy Jones deems most valuable. The problem? He has no idea what it is, and he only had seven years to obtain it.

Content Warning: Cursing, Talks of a curse, Arguing, Feelings of Betrayal, Feelings of being used, Mentions of broken hearts, Verbal abuse (kinda), Mentions of death of a parent, Talk of the supernatural, Mentions of abandonment, Suicide mention, Reveals. I think that's it, but please let me know!

Word Count: 3.2k

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Guilt was almost never rational. It was the monster that crept into your emotions, turning sorrow into pain, anger into wrath. It didn’t care for things like logic or forgiveness. It fed on the destruction it created, leaving behind ruin and sometimes even catastrophe.

You felt guilty for the disappearance of your father. Maybe if you had begged him to stay that last day, had pleaded for him to not go like your instincts told you to, he would still be around and things would be better. Your mother would never have died of a broken heart, your brother wouldn’t be suffering the effects of a curse that were not his to bear, and the ache that lay inside your chest wouldn’t be throbbing from your conversation with Captain Jake Seresin of the Hangman.

Water lapped against the rowboat as two of the men pulled and pushed the oars through the water. You sat in between Mickey and Bradley, refusing to meet the gaze of the blond who sat across from you. His green eyes bore into your profile, willing you to turn and look at him, but you stubbornly looked out at the dark waters that surrounded you, the mist not allowing you to see very far, not that there was much to be seen.

Mickey fidgeted uncomfortably next to you as his gaze darted between you and the captain, his fingers tugging on his sleeves as he chewed on his bottom lip. You could feel Bradley’s eyes on you as well, drilling a hole into the back of you head. You let out an annoyed huff, tapping your foot gently against the floor of the boat as you crossed your arms.

You wished a rogue wave would come and swallow you whole.

The shore grew closer and closer with each passing moment, and soon the men around you were hopping out into the shallow waters, still eerily dark and murky despite being so close to land. Mickey and Bradley got out on either side of you followed by Jake and Javy, leaving you the last one to exit. You stood to get out, a hand coming into your line of sight. You paused to look at it before glancing up to see Jake still looking at you, eyes shining with something you couldn’t place. You scowled at him, batting his hand away and taking one step out of the boat and into the water. The sand shifted, causing you to stumble, and Jake’s hands wrapped around you to keep you steady. He helped you onto firmer ground before you pushed him away from you with a glare.

“I’m fine,” you snapped, brushing your clothes off, “I had it.”

“Sure you did,” he muttered, not taking his eyes off of you. His brow creased as he frowned, and you let out a huff, stomping over towards where Bradley and Mickey stood. His gaze lingered, but you didn’t turn look back at him, instead choosing to watch as the men dragged the boats further up onto the shore, weighing them down with nearby stones so that they wouldn’t float away once the tide came in.

It was then that you allowed yourself to look around, taking in the jungle scene around you.

Loud cries from the different birds sounded all around you, some squawking and others chirping as they hopped along the branches. You heard the chattering of other creatures as well, watching as shadows darted about above you as well as in the brush surrounding. The mist clung to your skin, and the air was surprisingly cool for what should be the tropics. Perhaps the ship had been blown farther off course than anyone had previously thought.

Rustling sounded from behind you, and you whirled around. Your hand flew to the sword that lay strapped to your side, unsheathing it a few inches as you waited for whatever was there to show itself. Your muscles tensed as more rustling sounded, the large leaves moving, and you sucked in a breath as your eyes widened, the creature revealing itself in one quick motion.

The sound of your sword unsheathing all the way and swinging in the air filled the small clearing, and Jake was met with the business end of the sharp weapon, tip stopping just shy of his chin. His own eyes widened as he stared at it, quickly darting up to meet yours. It took you a moment to process what was happening before you, and you scowled at him, lowering the sword and sheathing it once more as he let out a nervous chuckle.

“Little jumpy, huh Guppy?”

You ignored him, face still set into a scowl as you took a few steps around the clearing. A strange energy filled the air, one that set your heart hammering inside your chest and the blood in your veins zapping with energy. Your fingers twitched at your sides, everything becoming intense around you. The air started to feel almost suffocating, the noises becoming louder, the foliage becoming brighter. Your eyes darted around as an overwhelming sense of dread gripped you, your chest starting to rise and fall rapidly as the sensations grew. You took a few tentative steps around the clearing, willing the sensations to stop, to slow down. It was all so much.

“Guppy?”

A hand grabbed yours, and the steadiness of it grounded you. Your head whipped around to look at Jake, uncertainty coloring his features as he studied you. The colors faded back to normal, the sounds became quieter, and the energy swirling around you became less stifling. Your breathing returned to normal, and it was then that you realized that tears prickled at your lash line. You wiped them away quickly, clearing your throat and pulling away from the blond to inspect the far side of the clearing.

“Are you okay?” He pressed, taking a hesitant step towards you. You waved him off, schooling your features as you heard the sound of a river nearby.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, refusing to meet his eyes. Of course you were still mad at him, who wouldn’t be after what you found out in the cabin? He had been using you for months, getting closer to you only to relieve the effects of the curse that plagued him. He had wormed his way behind your walls and into your heart, and you hated him for making you care about him. You had been played for a fool, and the very thought had you clenching your fists with rage.

“Guppy, please-”

“What do you want from me?” You snapped, whirling around to face him, nostrils flaring and eyes blazing. “What? Are you upset that you let your little secret slip out? That I’m basically just some kind of pain relief for you, and that’s the only reason you’re interested in me at all?”

A frown tugged on his lips, brow pinched in distress as he shook his head.

“That’s not what I meant at all, sweet girl,” he murmured, stepping closer and reaching out a hand to you. You took a step back, face guarded as you watched him. He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he regarded you.

“Listen to me,” he said firmly, eyes set in determination as he finished crossing the distance between you two. He made no move to touch you, but you sucked in a breath at the proximity. “I know you think I’ve been using you, but I haven’t. If I wanted to use you, don’t you think I would have gone farther than we ever did? I know what I’m saying may not mean much to you right now, but I swear it, Guppy. I swear on everything that I care about in this world, I was not using you.”

You studied him for a moment, mulling over his words. Perhaps he had a point. If he was using you, surely he would have done a lot more than just hold you? You pressed your lips together firmly, frowning at him.

“I’ll tell you what,” he murmured, eyes shining as they looked at you, “I won’t touch you again unless it’s to protect you or because you want me to.”

Your brow furrowed, frown growing deeper as you regarded him. He swallowed thickly, nodding more to himself than to you.

“I mean it,” he whispered, backing away just a step. “I won’t touch you unless absolutely necessary. When-if you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

Before you could answer, the leaves began to move again, and both of you turned to watch as Javy stepped into the clearing. Jake stiffened next to you, a look of irritation flashing across his face before he schooled them into one of cool indifference.

“What is it, Javy?” He drawled, sounding almost bored as his first mate glanced between the two of you, a look of knowing mixed with annoyance plastered on his own face.

“You’re going to want to check this out,” he said finally, fixing Jake with a hard look. Jake nodded, looking back at you and gesturing for you to follow as he walked after Javy back towards the beach. You moved to leave, stopping when you heard a strange noise, almost like a song. A shiver ran up your spine as you looked back, dread filling the pit in your stomach as the sound happened again, closer to the beach this time.

“Guppy, let’s go!”

You jumped at the sound of Jake’s stern voice, whirling around and following quickly after the two men.

The men were all gathered in a clearing of trees along the water, a wooden hut on stilts sat above the water, a set of steps leading onto firmer land while another set led directly into the water. You would never have known the structure was there unless you stumbled upon it. The trees hid it from view of the beach, the foliage packed so densely that you had to really push your way through it. You stumbled out onto the other side, Bradley reaching out to steady you as you tripped over a tree root.

You wondered why he never told you that your presence brought him relief like Jake said it did.

Jake inspected the structure, walking along the side of it before looking at Javy.

“Any of you been inside yet?” He asked, frowning at the surrounding men. The first mate shook his head, hands clasped behind his back as he surveyed the area.

“No,” he answered. “No one has been in yet. I wanted you to be the first to see it.”

Jake nodded, turning his attention back to the group.

“Where’s Benedict and Joshua?” He frowned.

“No one’s seen them since just after we landed,” Javy replied. Jake cursed, shaking his head.

“Alright, let’s check this place out,” he muttered, already heading up the steps. Javy was close behind followed by two more men, then Mickey, then you, and finally Bradley brought up the rear.

“We’ll keep watch out here,” one of the men called out nervously. Jake glanced over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow before shrugging.

“Suit yourself,” he drawled, waving a hand dismissively at them.

The hut was tiny, but still somehow contained item after items along the floors, the shelves, and every other surface that was available. A strange hum filled the air, not unlike what you felt in the clearing when you were with Jake. Several bottles held mysterious items suspended in liquid, and you found yourself clutching onto Bradley, fingers twitching nervously as your heartbeat picked up.

“It looks abandoned,” Mickey muttered, eyeing a spider as it crept across a dusty, old book.

“I wonder who lived here,” you whispered, worried that something might be listening. A floorboard creaked from the far side of the room, and all of you turned to see a haggard-looking woman standing in the doorway. Hands flew to swords, and the woman let out a low chuckle.

“You won’t be needing weapons here, sailors,” she purred, her voice surprisingly pleasant sounding despite her outward appearance. Her hair was matted, crawling down the length of her back in black strands. Her skin was pale like moonlight, skin pulled tight against the bones that lay underneath. Her eyes glinted dangerously in the light, like the eyes of a predator ready to strike at the first opportunity. Despite all of it though, you could see that she had once been a beautiful woman.

“Who the hell are you?” Jake snapped, voice gruff with warning as he glared at her. She flashed him a sharp smile, lips pulled back almost too far as she regarded him with predatory eyes.

“I am one who watches over this place,” she said sweetly, hands gesturing all around her. Javy took a half step forward to stand at Jake’s back.

“Where are we?” The first mate asked, eyes hard as they watched the woman glide around the table that occupied the center of the room.

“You find yourselves at the isle where broken hearts go to rest, the poor dears,” she smiled, dark eyes shifting to stare straight at you. You stiffened in your spot next to Bradley, shuffling to try and hide behind him as best you could. The woman’s smile grew even wider, skin stretching in a way that it shouldn’t as her eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Your heart is so heavy,” she crooned, moving towards you, and your hands latched onto the back of Bradley’s shirt as her eyes danced with glee. “You’ll make a fine addition to my brood.”

“Not happening,” Bradley hissed, reaching an arm back to push you further behind him as he puffed out his chest, eyes narrowing at the woman in warning.

“It must be so lonely,” she continued, ignoring Bradley and the way they others shifted around the room, “to know that soon it will be just you who stands in this world. Those around you have fallen, left you for either the hereafter. And soon what you have left will fall to a curse that has nothing to do with you.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, your heart lurching in your chest as the weight of her words hit you, the familiar prickle starting in your eyes as you pressed your lips firmly together.

“That’s not going to happen,” you whispered weakly.

“Oh my sweet girl,” she cooed, reaching a hand out to touch you. “It will. When it does, I will be here to comfort you along with the others.”

“Who are the others?”

Her finger stopped only centimeters from you, her head turning slowly to lock on to Jake who still glared at her. She cocked her head to the side, the smile fading from her face as her features morphed from friendly to cold and calculating.

“Were you not listening?” She rasped, eyes narrowing dangerously. “The ones who live here have all suffered broken hearts.”

“We didn’t see anyone else on the island,” one of the crewman muttered towards Jake, but the woman ignored him. The smile slowly crawled across her face once more, though this was held promise of malice rather than the half-baked attempt at comfort she had given you.

“You are also one who is familiar with disappointment and heartbreak,” she sighed, walking slowly towards the captain. “You almost remind me of my son, the poor boy that he was.”

She stopped when Jake’s jaw clenched, glee returning to her dark eyes as she continued.

“Look at you,” she cooed at him, her saccharine tone sending another wave of chills down your spine. “What would your mother think of you now? The poor, bastard son she raised in his father’s house. Working night and day to earn her place as well as her son’s, your father never once acknowledging you as his own despite his lack of an heir.”

Jake’s nostrils flared as he glared at the woman, her lips curled into a dangerous smile as she let out a low chuckle.

“Your kind, loving mother doing everything she could to protect you from the reality of your situation,” she cooed. “But then she fell ill, didn’t she? And then she passed, and there was no one left to protect the child that you were. You were cast out of the only home you had ever known at only seven years, forced to wander the streets with any scraps you could find as your meals. It wasn’t until that old captain took you under his wing that you had a place to call home again.”

Jake said nothing, but if looks could kill, you were sure the woman would have died ten times over already. The woman clucked at him, smile once again fading, lips turned downward into a disappointed frown.

“Nothing to say about your poor, dead mother, hm?” She taunted, looking mildly put out at his lack of a reaction. Her eyes lit up suddenly, the smile returning once more.

“But that wasn’t your first encounter with heartbreak, was it?” She mused. “Not only have you suffered your own, but you’ve inflicted it on another, haven’t you?”

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Jake spat, fists clenched at his side, fingers twitching with restraint.

“Broken hearts are my business,” she huffed, eyes slowly shifting back towards you. “Has he ever told you why he was cursed?”

“He slept with the woman that Davy Jones was in love with,” you replied uneasily, glancing at Jake. The color had drained from his face as he watched the woman contort with laughter, the sound echoing through the room as she cackled.

“Is that all he told you?” She grinned, eyes shining wildly.

“Be quiet,” Jake snapped, stepping forward with a warning on his face. Fear ensnared his features.

“Why should I?” The woman grinned. “I think the truth deserved to be spoken. Her story deserves to be told.”

“Please don’t,” Jake begged, eyes darting between you and the woman now. “Please.”

“Davy Jones is not the kind of man to curse another because his affections are spurned,” the woman continued, ignoring the captain. “No, he wouldn’t be so cruel as to curse someone with no just cause. Jones was in love with the woman, yes, but he respected her choice enough to let her run into the arms of the man she had chosen.”

“Stop,” Jake murmured quietly, leaning against the table for support as he hung his head.

“So you do feel shame after all,” the woman cackled, though no humor was laced in her tone. “You know what you did was wrong. You knew she loved you, and like the vain, prideful youth you were, you threw her to the side once you had had your fill. No regards to the love she gave you, nothing in your heart for that woman. Tell me, did you feel anything for her before Davy Jones cursed you? Or is it the curse that made you see the error of your ways?”

“Enough,” he whispered, eyes pressed tightly shut as his shoulders hunched in on himself.

“Or perhaps,” the woman hummed thoughtfully, “it was the moment she threw herself off the cliffs into the water below that changed your heart.”

A/N: Wow, what a reveal! Can't wait to hear what y'all think of that one lol Anyway, gentle reminder that I no longer do tag lists! If you would like to receive notifications on when I post, please follow my sideblog: @sailoraviator-library and turn on post notifications! As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! You can also find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator. Until next time!

[caturrday]

I’m not dead I promise

[mandysimo13]

so. i watched the movie Holidate on netflix 

and 

this has been the first time in this god forsaken year where i’ve actually felt like writing because for realsies, y’all 

this movie is a fanfic come to life and i need to adapt it to good omens

i need someone to talk to me about this cause i can’t get it out of my head and (no promises) but i might actually write something this year 

[lovelyelbowleech]

WAR GAMES COULD UPDATE TOMORROW????? I'm so so so fucking excited right now its not healthy I am liiiiiiiiiiiiiiving for Zukka rn and I cannot wait for hugging and crying and "I love you and I'll tell you everything but we are being *chased* by the fire nation right now and we need to get the fuck out of here" oh my fuck I hope Ro doesn't get close enough to shout taunts again and we unwanted trauma reveals!!! I trust you more than most every professional author ever, it slaps every fucking time and I'm OBSESSED

War games will indeed be updating shortly! Thank you for the lovely ask - And I hope you enjoy the next chapter! Everyone has a lot of expectations for it 😂

[engekihaikyuu]

Ami and Shizune playing around with the SNOW app~

(x) 

[netherite-sword]

DAWNPATH NETHERITESWORD welcome back to Hermitcraft, in recent news uuuuh moon's big, Mumbo is terrifying, Doc is also terrifying but is showing some restraint for once, Tango tried to sacrifice Impulse to the Void, honestly not sure what else is going on I've been no thoughts only Last Life for a month

I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE (sorta)

I have seen the moon. I am shaking hermitcraft for stealing my future sona lore plans /J and, as I have not watched Doc but know his power and also literal mini update suppressor he's made for funnies I'm SURE he's only doing worse. I've heard about the lag bomb and eagerly await its arrival HEY WAIT TANGO DID WHAT

[angelontheradio]

Six but it's hazbin hotel. Aragon: Vaggie, maybe. Boleyn: Husk Seymour: Charlie Cleves: Alastor Howard: Angel Parr: Charlie

Somehow Charlie’s in here twice fjdjksks but I get it I got the spirit and now I desperately want to draw a group shot of them in the outfits doing the LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE~ pose

[enthusiasticmusicalquotes]

AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIII AIN’T WAITING NOOOO MOOOOOORE YOU JUST WAIT FOREVEEEER IF YOU CAAAN’T SAAAaaAAY WHAT FOOOOR THE DAAAAY COMES SOOOOOOOOOOOOOON I’LL PACK UP THE NOTHING I OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN AND I’LL LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE IN MY HOUSE AND I’LL MAKE IT OKAAAAAYY BY MYSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELF

[jihyosforehead]

nayeon, who’s been in love with jeongyeon since pre debut, finally gathers enough courage to confess. she just doesn’t expect to open jeongyeon’s room to find her on top of dahyun

the angst I liiiiiiiiiiiiiive 

…

“hey what’s your name?”

nayeon looks up to study the tall, lanky girl in front of her. brown hair abruptly ending at her shoulders, high cheekbones, wide eyes, baggy clothes over a lean frame. easily the prettiest person nayeon has ever seen.

“nayeon. im nayeon,” nayeon says, and then closes her eyes for a second, ears heating up with embarrassment.

“okay, nayeon, im nayeon,” the girl says playfully. she offers her hand, “i’m jeongyeon,” jeongyeon says, eyes dancing.

nayeon feels weirdly comfortable with this stranger, and allows jeongyeon to pull her to her feet. jihyo watching them from the corner, curiously.

it’s been jeongyeon and nayeon ever since.

…

nayeon’s been working hard on her dancing but her stamina isn’t the greatest sometimes. she’s biting back the sob lodged in her throat after failing her evaluation.

she finds herself in jeongyeon’s bed at two in the morning, nudging herself into jeongyeon’s arms; tears running down her cheeks and ruining jeongyeon’s hoodie. and jeongyeon is wrapping her arms around her, holding like she’s shielding her from the world; telling her their instructor was mean and no one liked him anyways. and that she should probably stop crying because going to get wrinkles and a soft laugh escapes her throat. nayeon feels a kiss pressed to the crown of her head, and soothing noises in her ear.  

i’ll tell her one day, nayeon thinks, feeling safe and warm; jeongyeon falls asleep and instead of her grip loosening, she’s pulling nayeon closer.

…

chaeyoung and dahyun were telling jeongyeon a story and giggling wildly at something that no one else found funny. nayeon watches as chaeyoung shoves at jeongyeon’s shoulder when she says something equally as unfunny.

the rest of their members are sighing exasperated, but involuntary smiles are pulling at their lips because of how obnoxious dajeongchaeng’s wheezing laughs are.

i’ll tell her soon, nayeon thinks as jeongyeons laugh fills the room, her eye smile catching nayeon’s heart again and trapping it.

…

everyone’s a little in love with jeongyeon, and she is no exception. it’s been that way since they were trainees.

how could anyone not be?

she doesn’t miss how momo goes out of her way to buy jeong’s favourite snacks. sana holding back her kisses and hugs to make jeongyeon feel comfortable and instead, settling for holding hands. jihyo allowing jeongyeon to squish her cheeks in the middle of bickering. how mina openly lets jeongyeon to ruin whenever she plays games with how terrible she is at them. dahyun seeking jeong out instead of isolating herself. chaeyoung and jeongyeon sharing the exact same sense of humour, constantly laughing each other to tears. tzuyu letting her guard down around jeong and allowing herself be babied.

when did she let herself fall so deep, nayeon wonders, as she allows jeongyeon’s laugh to firmly lodge itself in her heart.

she should probably tell her.

…

nayeon’s winded on the last couple of steps to reach the top of the mountain. she and jeongyeon decided that a hike together over their break was a good idea. it was not a good idea. nayeon is so winded and sweaty and she thinks she feels a stitch in her side when she breathes.

it isn’t fair, nayeon thinks, for jeongyeon’s side profile to be even prettier against the backdrop of lush green forest surrounding them. it’s definitely unfair because jeongyeon is just drinking some water and nayeon is in love.  

i’ll tell her, nayeon thinks, as she and jeongyeon watch the sunset over the mountain, pulling the light down with it, jeongyeon’s thumb rubbing tiny circles into her hand.

…

i’m going to tell her, nayeon thinks determinedly, jaw working furiously as she talks herself into the idea.

i’m going to tell her today, nayeon thinks, a surge of courage steeling her nerves. she climbs out of the car, and power-walks into the dorm.

i’m going to tell her, i’m going to tell her, i’m going to tell- ”

she’s not going to tell her.

she’s not going to tell her because jeongyeon is straddling dahyun’s hips on jeongyeon’s bed and jeongyeon is kissing dahyun like she’s made of glass. and none of them have noticed nayeon at the door because they’re so wrapped up in each other, in their own little bubble, like they’re in their own world.  

and she’s not going to tell her because jeongyeon is cupping dahyun’s cheeks so gently; in the way nayeon knows how gentle only jeongyeon can be. and is wrapping her her arms around her like she’s shielding her from the world.

and she’s not going to tell her because she would much rather her own heart break than jeongyeon’s any day. she just doesn’t expect it to feel like she’s dying.

so.

she doesn’t tell her.