At first you tried to stay awake, wanting to be there for the prince when he returned, but you finally gave in to the much-desired need to sleep.
Loki wandered the camp, casting a charm of invisibility on himself. A number of Jotuns were said to be skilled with seidr, but he didn’t know how skilled. It wasn’t as if he was spying or eavesdropping, though it would be hard to explain to anyone who caught him what he was actually doing: even he didn’t know.
I really want to start writing a gafou fic but I'm scared cause I've actually never wrote one before and english isn't my first language and idk why but I'm kinda scared?
Hello! I don’t know if you mean your first gafou fic or your first fic ever, but either way, I absolutely feel you. We all start somewhere! :) If you feel you have a story to tell, and you want to put it into words, then you should. afterwards you can decide whether or not you want to publish it (if you have friends into the ship, you can always share it with them first to get their opinion and support, even while you’re working on it!)
now, publishing it, that’s the scariest part. I’m not an english native speaker either, so I get it. for very small works I sometimes post without editing, but otherwise, it’s all about getting a beta. find one (maybe you have a native speaker friend who would be up to do it, or you can make a post asking for someone’s help) and you won’t have to worry about it anymore. it’s a bit intimidating at first, but trust me, particularly if you mention it, your beta will understand. if anything, most native speakers are admirative of people writing in english despite it’s not their first language! I’ve had a few betas over my two years of fanfiction writing, and most of them always said that to me when I expressed I was sorry for my ‘stupid’ mistakes.
then I guess publishing it in itself is scary. what if people don’t like it? what if no one wants to read it? the thing is, there are always people who won’t like it, because we all have different tastes. but the other thing to really focus on, is that there will also always be people who will love it, and be it in Kudos and/or comment form, they will let you know!
then, the more you’ll write, the better you’ll get at it!
(if I have one advice to give about posting a fic, it’s that many people decide whether or not they’re going to read it from a quick look at how it looks. as in, if they see one big block of text or lots and lots of big paragraphs, they’re more likely to nope out of it and not even try reading it, even if the writing is alright. so, the advice is to let your text breathe. you can always take looks at other fics (one of mine if you want xD) as examples!)
I hope this was at least a bit helpful? ;w; either way, good luck!! :D
I havent actually read many one direction fics, the ones I have read have mainly been zarry or ziam, and the ones I liked enough to rec were all written on one blog and the person deleted so I don't have anything to rec, sorry! I've mainly read fics from tv shows and your fic blogging got me interested in reading more 1d fic, and you seem to have read quite a lot so I trust your judgement :) I'm fine with any rating and I like a bit of angst tbh but I prefer if it ends happily or at (cont)
least optimistically! fluff is cool too tbh. I actually read a fair
amount of horror fics but that’s because of the tv shows I’ve read fic
for, they’re easy to write horror fics for and I’m not sure if that
would happen with 1d haha. but generally i like a nice balance of
angst/fluff. I’m on a single parent!au thing atm and historical type
fics and fantasy but I’ll read anything if it sounds interesting. I love
fake dating fics too! honestly if you think it’s worth reading I’ll
a go and I could let you know how I find it if you want? but
yeah I trust your judgement and I’m trying to get into 1d fics more.
Abuse/trauma is fine as long as it’s dealt with appropriately, I avoid
fics that have assault in them, I don’t mind if it’s mentioned as a past
event that the character is dealing with but I can’t read it if it
happens during the storyline (if that makes sense?).
I also like summery kind of fics if that makes sense? it’s a bit vague
but fics that take place over summer or feel like they could, and they
can be really angsty or anything but still summery in a way. ALSO
anything with some kind of adventure! Again a bit vague but if that
helps? This is so long lmao I got a bit carried away
[I cut out a bit at the end since it went with the ask I just answered separately but otherwise your asks should all be here!] Okay, so with that criteria in mind I have a list of things I think you might like. I tried to keep it short (top ten-ish read forever, 1000/10 would die for this author/fics only, no second-tier nonsense) but obviously there are a ton I couldn’t put, so if you read and like these let me know and I’ll do another list! I also tried to vary the length of the fics here so you don’t get bogged down by a list of all 100+k fics. Also they’re all Larry since that’s what I read, but a good amount of them have some side Ziam too.
Under a cut bc this was always going to be a ridiculously long post, and in no particular order except the first one:
Selfish. Jeon Jungkook had always been peculiarly selfish, despite him having a brother. You guess it was due to the fact that Jungkook had always been the younger one, though.
But besides selfish, Jeon Jungkook was also cocky.
“How long do you think it’ll be before she comes over and asks if we’re a couple?” You looked up from your bowl of jjajangmyeon to look at him. He fixed his hair to cover his forehead perfectly. You hated that he always wore it like that. But he always claimed that it brought along the ladies.
Abstract: Luke Hemmings becomes known as your typical rich kid who gets away with everything until [Y/N] learns that he’s more than just his money when she starts to fall with him, acting on her feelings when drunk.
Word Count: 4622 words
Request part 2
“Did you hear about the new kid in town?” Your friend, [Y/F/N], snorted at her own remark as you laughed with her.
“What new kid?” You asked in confusion as you both calmed down from her earlier remark.
“Luke something, I think.” She said as she bit into her sandwich causing a chunk of egg salad to spill onto her tie, “fuck.”
“No, I haven’t heard about this kid but clearly everyone else has.” You laughed as you watched her struggle to clean the mess on her tie.
“Well I’m just gonna have to smell like egg for the rest of the day.” She groaned as you laughed, offering her a few of your napkins which she gladly took.
“What’s so special about this Luke kid?” You asked trying to get her back on track.
“Apparently he’s psycho.” She beamed excitedly as you gave a very confused look not really seeing the correlation between his supposed crazy her happiness.
I want to share this letter someone sent me about their concerns about the implications of my pregnancy in light of my public asexuality, as well as my reply and their subsequent response, just in case there is anyone else out there who might have similar concerns or questions.
I am always open to LGBTQIA-related discussions, and am proud to represent my place in humanity’s spectrum!
They both looked amazing and Dan was so smiley and it made me remember why I miss the radio show so much.
Their banter was great- so many adorable discussions. Watching Wimbledon all day together, Dan saying it meant a lot that Phil sat through the entire Kanye set with him, Phil being all cute and needy of Dan’s attention and compliments, Phil teasing Dan about looking like a funeral all the time. Adorable.
And the knowing laughter from them both after Phil was like “The 7 second challenge. I invented it.” So good. Seriously, they are so good together and it’s a joy to watch the show every month. I NEED MORE.
You Attend The Late Late Show With Him (Request)- Harry Styles
“Love, get out of this bed,” Harry says from above you, pulling the covers away gently from where you held them above your head. He had been dressed and ready for a well half hour, but couldn’t bring himself to wake you up, considering the night you had before.
“H, leave me the hell alone. I’m so exhausted,” you groan, turning over and covering your face with the pillow as your fiancé
“We’re going to miss the flight, and then the Boys are really going to ream our arses’. They still haven’t given up on the last time,” he says, taking the pillow and turning you over forcibly but gently, climbing on top of you and kissing your lips as your eyes open. “Mm, you awake now?” he asks, lips still red from the night before.
“I guess so, but I might need another to truly wake up,” you smirk, looking up at him from your place on the bed, his shirt just barely covering your panties that you’d slipped on when you went to use the toilet after spending most of the night awake making love to your boyfriend. You thought he was leaving by himself to go to L.A. for The Late Late Show with James Corden, but he had already packed your suitcase and told management you would be joining him. “You know, we spent the whole night up, when we could’ve very well saved some for when we got to the hotel, but no, someone was a bit too excited, if I say so,” you laugh as he leans back down to kiss you, your arms wrapping around his neck, until he starts to tickle your sides, that when you jump out of the bed, swatting his arm and running to get in the shower.
“We could just sleep on the plane and still have time at the hotel,” he says hurriedly, cursing at himself for not just containing himself a bit more the night before. He quickly makes up the bed, grabbing your suitcases and putting both by your bedroom door. He walks to the mirror, fixing his hair and putting on the rings by his nightstand, fixing his shirt and jeans before going to make you and himself a tiny breakfast.
You quickly get out of the shower, freshly bathed, shaven, and had used Harry’s favourite scent on your body. You pop in front of the bathroom mirror and sink, brushing your teeth and drying your hair with a towel, quickly tying it into a top knot and throwing the towels in the laundry bin. You walk into the wardrobe, putting on a matching hot pink bra and panties set, then throwing on black leggings, a black t-shirt, and a sweatshirt, one that you had stolen from Harry before he left for tour, but it was ironed and nice enough to wear out of the house. You sprayed perfume on yourself, another one of Harry’s favourites, and grab your converse before walking down the stairs to meet Harry in the kitchen.
“Thanks, baby,” you say, placing a quick kiss to your
fiancé’s lips and taking the toast and eggs from his hand. You both eat fairly quick, putting the pan in the sink and checking your carry-on to make sure that phone and computer chargers had been packed, alongside your phones and computer, itself. You hear a car beep outside the house, meaning that Niall had arrived to pick you up and drive all three of you to the aeroport together. Harry sets the house alarm, taking both suitcases behind you, whom carried the carry-on and made sure that the house was locked up afterwards.
“Look who made it on time,” Niall laughs from the driver’s spot, you sitting passenger, Harry insisting that he would sit in the back. Your left hand was laying on your lap and Harry couldn’t help but smile at the diamond sitting on your ring finger. You said yes, and you were going to marry him, and everyday Harry seems happier and happier just knowing that the three letter word was your answer. “Mate, you listening back ‘dere?” Niall asks, looking at Harry from his mirror.
“Yeah, yeah, what’s up?” Harry asks, drawing his attention back towards his best friend, who had been apparently trying to get his attention for the last few minutes.
“We ‘ave to go straight to ‘de hotel, and ‘den we only have like an hour before we ‘ave to head back to James’ studio,” Niall says, turning his attention back to the road. It was early in London, awfully early, but by the time you arrived in California, it’d be the night and time for another interview.
“Okay. Baby, do you want to just grab a bite to eat in the hotel, or meet up with the Boys at the studio and find something closer to there?” Harry asks, turning his attention towards you as you contemplate your answer. You have this little dimple, not one as deep as his own, but one that is visible and stuck out most when you were concentrating or laughing, and he could see it at this very moment and it made his heart flutter.
“Why don’ we just eat at the hotel, this way we can all leave together and we won’ have to worry about getting back to the studio,” you say, turning your body around and facing Harry. “What’re you smiling about, hmm?” you ask watching as he shrugs but the smile never fades. You grab his hand and squeeze it, before placing a small kiss to the back and letting it go.
“You two make me sick,” Niall says from next you, shaking his head and chuckling as you two both laugh at his commentary. “But if you two could hold on the loving-on-each-other, it’d be great so we can just get on this damn aeroplane.”
You laugh and get out of the car, taking your bag and the carry-on whilst the pilots load the luggage on board and you walk hand-in-hand with Harry to board. Harry sits across from you at first, but just long enough for you to take your phone out and quickly take a picture, before moving over to his side and snuggling against him. “I love you,” you say, taking your phone and editing the picture, readying it for you to post.
“I love you more. But I also love you in my clothes. And you’re wearing my favourite perfume. What’re you trying to do to me, love?” Harry says, head resting against your own, placing a few kisses there and then placing a lingering one on your lips.
“Okay, okay, you two. There are other people on this plane,” Louis jokes from the seat next to you, already putting in earphones and humming the melodies to the new songs off the album.
“What do you think James is goin’ to ask you ‘bout?” you ask, looking up at him and adjusting yourself so you could place your legs in his lap and head on the pillow.
“Probably ‘bout Zayn leaving, the new album, I think he might ask about that “No Control Project” the fans are doing, and possibly us. I know once we posted the pictures about us being engaged, people have been tweeting questions and I’m pretty sure he’ll take some of those,” he says looking down at you whilst drawing circles on the palm of your hand. “Do you wan’ me to answer the questions or just leave it private?” he asks, looking at you intently, waiting for your response. You both had been not completely private with your relationship, but did keep certain aspects away from all to see.
“I mean, we already posted the pictures online, so answering the questions can’t be too bad. Just don’t say too much about the proposal, I mean if it’s asked, you could talk about what you did, but what you said to me I want to be completely private. Your memory and my memory only. It was the best thing you have ever said to me and I want to cherish it all by myself,” you say, leaning back up to kiss him, smiling as he wraps his arms around your waist. “I love you.”
“I love you so much, babe. You don’ even understand. But c’mon, we need sleep before we get there, it’s goin’ to be a long night. And not just because of the reasons you think I’m thinking of,” he smirks, planting a kiss on your forehead before wrapping the blanket across your bodies, and laying his head on yours. You smile and quickly upload the picture to Instagram before closing your phone, cuddling into Harry, and falling asleep.
@Mrs.StylesOfficial: Look at my handsome man. Whatcha doin’ over there, H? #fiancé
“Baby, I’m sorry to do this to you, but the plane is landing. We got to get up to go to the hotel,” Harry whispers from beside you. He’d only woken up ten minutes ago when we heard the pilot’s voice on the intercom. He watched you for a few minutes, amazed that this sight was what he has to look forward to for the rest of his life, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “My love, c’mon, we can go eat and then the interview and then go back and sleep,” he says, brushing stray hairs that had gotten loose from your bun, away from your face.
“Ugh,” you groan, wiping your face and opening your eyes, adjusting to the darker surroundings that you had arrived in. “I want a pizza,” you say, wrapping your arms back around his waist, trying to wake yourself up, and his cologne was surely doing the trick. It was your absolute favourite and got it for him every year, both as a selfish gift and non-selfish because you both completely loved it.
“Okay, babe, I’m sure I can arrange that,” he chuckles, rubbing circles on your back as he pulls his phone back out of his pocket, checking his mentions on both Instagram and Twitter, smiling at the new post you had uploaded whilst he was sleeping. He quickly responds to Twitter and leans back over to you. You had managed to get up from your seat and grab your carry-on and backpack. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips, kissing you multiple times before you could respond.
“I love you, too. Where’d that come from?” you giggle.
“I can’t just tell you that I love you?” he asks, hand interlocking yours as he hears the wheels meet the road beneath the plane.
“You can. Always. I love hearing you say it,” you say, leaning in to kiss him.
“I love to say it. But I also see that you changed your name already,” he smiles. You swear that the minute you said yes to his proposal, anytime you would speak his smile would grow larger and larger.
“I did, I did. You know we are getting married in six months, I think it’s time,” you laugh, standing up from your seat and grabbing Harry’ hand to interlock your fingers and you walk off the plane and into the car that waited to bring you all to the hotel.
The ride was quick compared to the 14-hour long plane trip. Once you got checked in to the hotel, everyone dispersed to their own rooms to drop off luggage and then went to wherever they wanted for the remaining hour-and-a-half before the car came back to take the crew to the studio. You and Harry stayed in the room, ordering a pizza, ready to just relax for the time you had.
You were laying on the bed, hands on your stomach as an unknown program played on the TV. Harry climbed on the bed, leaning over to turn the box off, and then pulled you to the middle of the bed. He climbed on top of you, kissing you deeply, running his hands down your sides as you hands attached themselves in his hair. He moaned as you pulled lightly on the hair, creating a massaging sensation, and as soon as he pulled off you shirt, already leaving love bites on your neck, there was a knock on the door, signalling the arrival of your food.
“Fuck,” he whispers whilst climbing off of you, “Stay right there.” He finds his wallet on the dresser, grabbing twenty dollars out. He opens the door, says ‘thank you’ to the delivery man, pays him, and shuts the door as fast as he possibly can. He walks back over to you, climbing back on top, kissing you again. “Killed the mood, didn’t it?” he says as you giggle from underneath him.
“Yeah, little bit,” you laugh, getting up, pushing Harry onto his bum as you pull your t-shirt back on. “Later, baby. Later on, when we get back, no one will interrupt us. Okay?” you say, giving him a quick kiss before going to eat the pizza that had just arrived.
You two made your way downstairs just in time to meet with the rest of the band and avoid any embarrassment. The car pulled up a few minutes after you all had gathered together, and everyone piled in, ready to just arrive at the studio. “I’m surprised we didn’t have to come up and get you,” Liam says, laughing alongside the other two members.
“Oh shut up, Liam,” Harry chuckles, knowing that that is exactly what happened the last time.
As soon as you and Harry had your first time together on your one-year anniversary three years ago, it has been quite hard to keep your hands off each other. Especially on one occasion where Harry was almost late for sound check because you both had stayed at the hotel for a bit too long.
“C’mon, Liam, leave us alone for one night?” you ask, pretending to pout for a minute, and then everyone is laughing. The rest of the time was spent discussing bits of your wedding that is set in stone and fully prepared, and what else needed to be done in order to be ready for the wedding in November.
In a mere ten minutes, the whole entourage was being ushered into the studio, the Boys going to meet James backstage whilst you, Lou, and Sophia stand around by the side where you would watch the show.
“There’s the better half,” James says, walking over to give you a hug.
“How’s it going, Cordo?” you ask after giggling, feeling Harry come up and wrap his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.
“I’m well, and you? The wedding’s coming up soon, yeah? November, right?” he asks, taking a sip from his mug.
“Yeah, we only have a bit left before we’re done planning, as well,” you add, pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek quickly, feeling his smile grow as he places a kiss to your shoulder.
You and James talk a bit more until he’s being called out, in order for him to start the show and introduce the Boys. You and the girls watch from the side, listening to the men talk about their fans and the new “No Control Project” and you swear you can see all of their faces light up. There are questions about Zayn and how the tension is between the five, quickly dismissing any rumours that there was fighting continuing, and other nonsense. But towards the end you hear James say your name, and you look over to see Harry’s smile grow as big as possible.
“Harry, we’ve seen that you have a bride-to-be, if I’m correct?” James says, leaning forward to speak directly to your fiancé.
“You are, James,” he says coolly, trying not to let himself burst with every detail that he would like to share, just not particularly on camera.
“I’ve met your missus, she’s quite lovely,” James says, flipping through note cards, assumingly the ones that have his questions.
“Y/N is wonderful, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, besides One Direction,” he says, seeing a picture of you and him from Instagram appear on the screen.
“I have a few questions here from fans, and I am going to ask the more vague ones, this way you don’ have to give anything away that you don’ want to, okay?” James asks, looking intently at Harry waiting for his nod of approval. As soon as Harry nods his head, James starts to ask the questions. “When is the wedding exactly?”
“The wedding is the 16 of December. The day we met three years ago,” Harry answers, taking a quick peek at you on the side, mouthing ‘I love you’ before answering the next questions.
“Okay, here are two. How did you propose? And, I want to know, have you thought of letting me be the best man?” James asks, and Liam, Louis, and Niall shake their heads, laughing quietly.
“Well, Y/N and I don’t want to reveal too much about the proposal, but basically I did it when we were in a bit of a rift. She had no idea and the best part was that she was mildly irritated at me when I did it,” Harry says laughing. “My sister actually helped me pick out the ring, because her and Y/N are best friends and she knew what she wanted. I already had an idea, but that really helped. And for the second questions, no. I already have my best men.”
“Really? Are you sure? I would make a great best man,” James says, earning laughs from everyone in the room.
Harry just shakes his head, waiting for the final question to follow suit.
“Did you ever think that maybe you two were too young to get married right now, I mean you’re both in your twenties,” James says, sitting back in his seat and drinking from his mug.
“No, not at all. We love each other, and the people who love us, support our decisions completely,” Harry says, smiling and finishing the interview before walking off stage and sneaking up behind you, and hugging you tight.
“Hi, baby. You did great up there,” you say, leaning up to kiss him, your arms locking around his neck loosely.
“All because you were here,” he says, kissing you back, foreheads resting against each other.
You had finished UNI within the first year of you and Harry dating, so ever since then you’d been on the road with the team. Management paid you in bits to just keep everything in check, seeing as though you basically acted like a mum to the group, even with Liam being the responsible one. It was really nice being able to spend time on the road with Harry and not have to be away for a long time.
“Alright you two, are going to come back to the hotel with us or not?” Louis asks, looking behind waiting for you to follow.
“Yes, yes, hold on,” Harry says, taking your hand and guiding you out to the car. The ride seems shorter back to the hotel and as soon as you were let out, both you and Harry walked straight up to your hotel room.
You unlocked the door, feeling Harry push you in lightly, closing the door behind him and locking it. You quickly take off your sweatshirt and shoes, giggling when you feel Harry pull you up close to him.
“What do you want from me, mister? Is it was I think it is, hmm?” you ask, leaning up against his ear and kissing down his jaw and near his lips, but never touching your mouth to his.
“You know what I want, missus. Now stop teasing me,” he whines, grabbing your cheeks gently and connecting your lips to his. You two strip of your clothing and fall on the bed, spending the night professing your love to each other in more way than one.
“You know, I know we say it, but I can’t describe how happy you make me,” you whisper, fingers tracing the butterfly on his abdomen lightly.
“And I know I say it quite often, but I am so in love with you, that I can hear you breathe in the morning and I feel like I fall more in love with you,” he says, the pads of his fingers resting lights on your bare back.
He’s so in love with not only you, but this moment. You’re both lying underneath the blanket, bare from making love just hours before, and now you’re professing your love for one another in whispers, as if you want no one else in the world to know why you are so deeply in love with each other.
The wedding was not too far off, and he couldn’t wait for moment where, this, right here, would become his forever.
Here is another request. I am trying to get as many as I can done before I go to dance later on, and then once I get back, I will finish up.
Feel free to send in requests and I will respond back as soon as I can.
A Night Of Regret And A Lifetime Of Joys (Yugyeom)
Type: Angst Fluff
Request: Yugyeom imagine?.. you two get pregnant after one night stand and he’s in shock and breaks down but u like comfort him and tell him you guys can do it. Xx
Yugyeom was at the the peak of it all when you two met. It was a friendship before it was physical and after a drunken night of pleasure. He found himself in a panic when he realized what you two had done. The phrase ‘lets not talk about this. It didn’t happen’ left his lips and then you two began to drift with the boys noticing what was happening to your friendships.
“Why did you want to meet in private?” Jaebum asked as you played with your fingers. You stood up and undid your jacket revealing the small but noticeable bump. His jaw dropped “well damn. You and I didn’t do anything- Yugyeom? Is that why you two aren’t talking. He knocked you up. Did he leave you to take care of your baby by yourself?” he asked you as you shook your head no. “It’s easier to tell you than it is to him” you say as he sighs. “I want you to tell him about that baby and if you don’t I will. Do you understand? I’m not gonna let you two be stupid teens about this” he told you as you nodded. “Thank you JB” you tell him as he smiles lightly “I call godfather also” he informed as you chuckled. “Deal” you say as he gets up “I better see you over in a few days” he says as he put money onto the table and headed out.
Yugyeom sat across from you eyes glued to your stomach “are you sure it’s mine?” he asked as you gave him a look. He let out a deep breath as he ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry” you hear as he lets out a sob “I’m sorry” he repeated as he looked up at you with a teary face. He got out of his seat and sat down in front of you “I’m so sorry I did this to you” he cries as he feels your hand in his hair. “I’m not mad” you promise as he rests his head onto your knees “I’m such a bad person though. I told you not to talk about that night. We didn’t use anything and I, I-” “shh” you cooed as he sniffled.
“I promise I’ll be there” he said quickly “I won’t let you raise it-” “her” “her? You know the gender?” he asked as excitement filled him. “It’s the reason I talked to Jaebum. I was scared to talk to you but the thought of her growing up without a dad worried me more” you tell him as he sat up. “May I?” he gestured to your stomach as he rested his hands onto your stomach. They ran around your stomach touching every side of it. “It’s not much yet” you say as he looks up at you with a red face “it’s enough to know we have a daughter. It’s enough to know there’s a baby there. Our baby” he spoke as he smiled down at your stomach.
Hi, I was wondering if I could have hc of the RFA (And Saeran if you can) conforting MC after a fight with her mother, that resulted in her mother saying she should have never been born (sorry if this is to specific, I just need some cuddles rn (´△｀)
you dare apologise for this being too specific. >< It’s not, so it’s
fine. ^^ And I hope you cheer up soon! You’re amazing, alright?! If you need to vent or just
talk, drop me a message, okay? ^^ I’d hate for anyone who looks at my content
to feel upset by any means. Anywho, I decided to do this one first since you
sound like you could really use the hugs right about now. ^^” I hope this helps
you’re mood pick up! Also, I didn’t know if you wanted V included since he’s
technically a part of the RFA, so I added him anyway;;; I hope you don’t mind~
^^ *sends anon a virtual hug* Cheer up soon, friend! (V and Saeran under the cut~)
He was in a meeting at the time of
When he got the phone call and
heard you in tears he just upped and left the meeting right there. Jaehee was left to clean up the mess
He came home as fast as possible.
Of course he doesn’t quite know how
to comfort people – he’s not the best at emotions.
But he hugs you and fetches
Elizabeth for you to cuddle while you explain – if you feel up to explaining at
the moment. If not, he’ll wait patiently.
Once you do explain, he looks as
blank faced as ever, but he’s seething
on the inside.
He doesn’t get when parents say
that sort of stuff to their kids.
But he holds you tighter to him,
fingers running through your hair.
“Ignore anything she said. She’s
just blind by anger at the moment.”
“She didn’t mean it.”
“You belong in this world as much
as anyone else. I need you in my world.”
Anything like the above, he will
tell you all that and more.
Buys you anything you need to calm
But you probably just need lots of
affection for now
He’ll convince you to talk things
out with your mother at a later time
But for now, you get his and
Elizabeth’s undivided attention.
Yes, even the cat is comforting you.
He happens to have just returned
from work when he hears your fight.
He’s hovering nearby through your
phone conversation and when you hang up?
Bam, instantly in his arms.
You start crying.
He asks what’s wrong.
When you tell him, god you have to
stop him from going out the door and finding your mother.
Family or not, no one should tell
you that you shouldn’t have been born.
He’ll reassure you a whole bunch
that you deserve to be on this planet.
He’ll talk about all you’ve done to
make him a better person, how much you inspire him.
“Darling, I literally can’t live
without you. You’re like the air I need to breathe.”
“What do you mean that’s cheesy? It
made you smile, right? Honestly, that smile puts the sun, moon and stars to shame.”
He’ll make you a warm drink to help
calm you down and put in a movie.
Cuddles on the couch.
He may try and sing you to sleep.
If you do fall asleep…. Expect him
to send a ‘nice’ text to your mother without your knowledge.
He’ll be pleased the next day when
she phones you to say she’s sorry.
After all, he plans to be the best husband in the world for you someday, right?
She’s returned late from work,
having missed a phone call from you which she felt guilty about.
She feels even more guilty to see
you curled up on the couch watching programs she knows you watch only when sad.
So she takes a set next to you and
pulls you into her arms.
Immediately stroking your hair, she
turns off the TV and quietly apologises for not answering the call and would
like to know why you’re upset.
When you explain, she’s not quite
sure how to act.
She doesn’t have her parents around
anymore, hasn’t for a while. She keeps quiet and keeps you close.
Soon enough, she will speak. Tell
you that your mother was probably just having a bad day; that she didn’t mean
what she said.
And even if she did mean it, you
shouldn’t listen to her. Jaehee doesn’t regret your existence, she doesn’t
regret meeting you.
“You’ve changed my life around.”
“I couldn’t get to where I am now
without you beside me.”
“Please don’t take her words to
She’ll offer to cook dinner that
night and you can bet it’s your favourite.
Probably watch some of Zen’s stuff together
and will give you extra cuddles in bed tonight.
The following morning, she’ll make
sure you’re alright and phone you regularly throughout the day.
When you’re ready to talk it out
with your mum and patch it up, she’ll make sure she’s right there beside you,
holding your hand or holding you in her arms while you make the phone call.
Was probably playing games when the
fight took place.
Telling a quick ‘brb’ to his guild,
he’ll leave his room to find you and see what’s up.
It only takes one look at your face
before the puppy envelopes you into a tight hug and starts to ask what’s wrong
and what can he do to help.
Will rub your back to help calm you
down, offer to cook you something.
If you want to let off some steam,
he’d be happy to let you play on his account and do a raid or something. He’s been meaning to introduce you to his
guild mates for a while now anyway
Will probably do anything in his
power to distract you from the fight. Take a walk, play some games, bake
something. Anything he can think of. You
guys will have probably baked enough cookies and cake to stock a café
Once you’ve calmed down, he’ll ask
you to explain what happened in more detail.
“She said that? But MC, if you hadn’t of been born, I’d still be shut up in
my room and not care about my college work! I’d be a mess!”
“Plus, I wouldn’t have my adorable
partner next to me!”
Honestly, he’s gonna shower you
with cute stuff.
Maybe talk a bit about some random
“Why do people say house wife and
house husband? Why not house spouse? That’s us, right? We’re some house
spouses! Or, er, we will be in a few
Expect lots of cuddles when you go
He’ll even stop gaming early that
night to make sure you know you’re loved by him and the rest of the RFA.
Puppy just wants to see you happy.
“She said what?!”
Honestly…. Do you expect this boy not to get mad? Because if you do, you
are poorly mistaken.
He is so mad.
I mean, he never had that great of
a relationship with his mother.
And he knew how bad those words
stung first hand.
Hell, he believed them most of the
time which I still cry foul to! Seven,
let yourself be happy
But no one, and I mean no one tells his MC that they shouldn’t
have been born.
Lock his computer room, he will hack your mother.
Of course he will give the biggest
hugs in the world! Squeeze you tight until you’re begging to breathe again.
If you comment that ‘Maybe she’s
right’ oh you stop right there and sit down because Seven is about to lecture
you on how he wouldn’t even be alive right now if it weren’t for you.
You are the best thing that
happened to him and he’s going to be damned if you don’t believe it by the end
of the night.
“Listen, if you didn’t exist, who
would I marry at the space station?”
“Haven’t I told you how much I love
you more than I love Elly?”
He’ll tell lots of jokes to make
Try – and fail – at cooking you a
proper meal for a change.
SO MANY COMPLIMENTS! Mostly in the
forms of puns – still attempting to make you laugh.
Work? What work? Unless work is
making you smile again, then yes he’s doing that all night long.
Seriously, this guy is gonna stop work for the day and night to cuddle
you and reassure you.
SNSD reaction to a heated makeout session with you
Taeyeon’s hair was a mess and her pupils were so dilated that you could barely see the brown in them. Her breaths were heavy, her face flushed. When you’d dragged her back into the girls’ dressing room she’d been slightly confused, but hadn’t complained when you’d lifted her up on the table and kissed the living daylights out of her. “I figured you could use a break,” you whispered in her ear. Taeyeon let out a laugh, still slightly out of breath. “I guess you could say that,” she said before hopping down from the counter. She shoved you into one of the chairs and locked her lips with your neck, sucking on your pulse point so hard that you almost saw stars. “Oh, fuck me,” you muttered, making Taeyeon laugh again. She practically tore your shorts off and propped your legs up on the armrests of the chair, nipping at the skin on the inside of your thighs as she kissed her way down to your crotch. “That’s the plan.”
Tiffany was drunk. Not that you were in a better state than her. You’d taken at least three shots of tequila with Tiffany and Sooyoung, the latter of which had disappeared a long time ago to a booth in the back with Sunny. “You think they’re going to be okay?” you yelled at Tiffany, trying to get your voice heard over the music. She handed you a glass of water, which you gladly accepted. “They’ll be fine,” Tiffany replied. “They’re probably just banging somewhere, so I don’t think we need to worry.” You nodded and took another long sip from the glass. Tiffany looked at you with a nearly predatory look on her face, her lip between her teeth and eyes dark. As soon as you finished the water she put her hands on your cheeks and pulled you into a sloppy kiss. You backed away from the dancing crowd and into a more secluded corner. She sucked on your lower lip, pushing you against the wall. You didn’t even have to ask her as she was already hiking your dress up your thighs.
Sooyoung had planned your date from start to finish. Every detail had to be and had been perfect. After a long day of dinners, surprise gifts and a movie you were both sitting in a car on an abandoned parking lot, watching as the sun was setting. Nobody else was around so it was very quiet, the only noise coming from the car’s radio as it was playing a soft song you hadn’t heard before. You were both sitting in the backseat, your head in Sooyoung’s lap. She brushed her fingers through your hair, humming along to the music. When the song was over she pressed a soft kiss on your lips. It was sweet and slow, fitting to the atmosphere around you. The kiss grew more heated when you grew hungrier for her, licking her lips and biting her tongue. Sooyoung helped you get up and sit on her thigh, her mouth never leaving yours even for a second. You felt her smile as you moaned when you ground on her leg. “You’re beautiful,” she said.
Yoona’s choice in movies had always been good, so you were a bit surprised when she took you to see something that neither of you were really interested in. Thinking back she’d probably done it on purpose, knowing that there was going to be a nearly empty dark room that was just public enough to give the both of you the thrill of getting caught. Halfway through the movie you gave up the pretense that you could ever finish watching it and decided to entertain yourself in another way. You took Yoona’s face in your hands and kissed her. She wasn’t even surprised. Yoona smiled into the kiss when you dragged your tongue along her lips. You dragged a finger down her jawline before tangling your hands in her hair, pulling hard enough to make her moan quietly. You bit her lower lip and moved on to her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin as you went. Yoona bit her tongue to keep herself quiet, which was turning out to be a rather difficult task. You left a soft kiss between her collarbones, then on her chin and finally on her lips again. “Definitely better than the movie.”
Seohyun had honestly been serious when she’d asked you to come with her to the music store just to shop. As if any trip anywhere ended with just shopping. The back room that had the grand piano sounded like bad news to you the minute the clerk told you about it, but Seohyun had taken the risk and gone in anyway. Seohyun played a song or two while you waited patiently, keeping your hands to yourself. It was mostly out of fear that someone was going to walk in the second you even dared to touch the girl in front of the piano. During the third song you were getting pretty sure that nobody was going to bother the two of you so you snuck up behind Seohyun and dragged your hands along her arms. “Really?” she asked, but didn’t resist as you sat in her lap. You kissed her softly at first, still wary of a possible interruption. Seohyun wasn’t so patient. Biting your lip she lifted you up and put you down on the piano keys, grimacing at the horrible sound the instrument made. She tried to ignore it, reaching down to unbutton your jeans. “I always wanted to fuck someone on a piano, you know.”
Hyoyeon’s hair was all over your face, her body pressing down on you. The floor felt cold against your bare back, but Hyoyeon’s body heat made up for the loss. A closet for cleaning supplies wasn’t exactly what you’d meant when you’d said that you wanted to go somewhere more private, but it did it’s job for the time being. It was better than the hallway, anyway, because your excessive lip-locking seemed to drive other people off. You figured it would be better to move things somewhere more quiet. “You okay?” Hyoyeon asked, her voice even huskier than usual. You nodded, encouraging her to pull down your jeans. You stopped her hand as it reached for the button, a mischievous look on your face. “Your turn this time,” you said. Hyoyeon looked surprised, but moved up your body as you grabbed her hips. She positioned herself above your face and shivered when you moved aside her underwear beneath her skirt.
Yuri was smiling. It was a sweet, kind smile. The kind that made you go crazy for absolutely no reason in particular. When you kissed Yuri she let out a small yelp. She hadn’t been expecting you to jump on her without a warning. She let her left hand rest on your cheek, while her right reached around to stroke the small of your back. You let your tongue run along her upper lip and she opened her mouth with a long, throaty moan. She left small crescent shaped marks on your back as she held onto you, nails pressing into your soft skin. You didn’t mind one bit. Her tongue slipped inside your mouth as she tasted every bit she could, burning the way you felt into her memory. Your breaths were heavy and hot, hands roaming each others’ bodies trying to touch as much skin as was possible. When you finally pulled away, Yuri looked dazed. “What was that for?” she asked, panting. “Love you, that’s what.”
Sunny licked her lips as soon as you moved away from her. Her lip gloss was long gone by now, as could be seen from the stains all around her mouth, not to mention the ones on your lips, jaw and neck. You were both out of breath and blushing, eyes locked onto each other because you couldn’t look away. Sunny let her fingers ghost over each mark left on your skin, looking almost proud of herself. She smiled as she moved stray hairs away from your face and behind your ear, kissing your earlobe as she did. “I can’t believe I actually got this lucky,” she said, kissing a different part of your face between each word. Sunny tried to wipe some of the red marks off your chin, but couldn’t for the life of her get them off. You giggled and moved in to hug her. She wrapped her arms around you, covering you with her coat to make you as warm and cozy as possible.
“Evans, let me just say that you look especially –“
“Stop it. I don’t want to hear it Potter. So stop
talking, stop leering at me, and walk your merry way.”
“But I am
walking my merry way,” James Potter grinned, slowing his long strides to match
Lily Evans’ pace. “I just happen to be headed in the same direction.”
“Of course you are,” Lily rolled her eyes.
“So, since you’re the expert here, I’ve got to ask…”
“No, you really don’t.”
“What do you think about our chemistry?”
“In my expert
opinion, Potter, we don’t have any chemistry.”
“Oh, now that right there is a big fat lie, Evans,” he
countered with easy confidence. “I know you can feel it.”
“What subject did you teach again, Potter?”
“Citizenship. Want a private lesson?”
“No thanks. I just wanted to check since I was starting
to think it was wishful thinking.”
They reached the teacher’s lounge and Potter suddenly
stepped ahead of her. He opened the door and then dipped into a ridiculously
The corner of Lily’s lips twitched, but she quickly
caught herself. She was about to walk right into the teacher’s lounge but then
stopped. For a few seconds, she hovered in the doorway, then she turned to