Phichit: Wedding vlog!! Come see my best friend marry his childhood crush in the extravaganza of the century! And with me today is my main man Chris!
Chris, sipping martinis at 11am: I’m so proud of Victor for finding a man ready to accept his receding hairline.
Phichit: Let not male pattern baldness stand in the way of true love! Let’s go!
Priest: Look, you’re going to have to shorten your vows. I’ve got another wedding at 3.
Victor, holding a five inch thick wad of notes, outraged: This is the abridged version.
Yakov: Ladies and Gentleman, I give you the grooms!
*Victor and Yuuri walk out of the church arm in arm, beaming.*
Yurio: *aims his flower petals directly at JJ’s face*
Phichit: Hey handsome, I caught the bouquet! Want to be in my video?
Seung-gil, off camera: Did you specifically ask to sit next to me?
Phichit, whispers: It was fate.
Chris, to Seung-gil: I saw him texting Yuuri.
Phichit, sliding in close to Seung-gil: Fate…
Yuuri: Oh my god who installed a pole at my reception??!
Chris, toasting Victor: You’re welcome.
*Victor, tearing up* *
Chris winks at the camera like he’s on The Office*
Yuuri: I thought that was a bachelor’s night special!
Phichit, handing him champagne: It’s too early to say.
Phichit and Chris: As joint best men for our speech, before we got on to embarrassing university stories, we thought we’d talk about the qualities that make Victor and Yuuri such a great couple.
*brings up a powerpoint*
Phichit: The male form.
Chris: Now as we can see from this shot, Yuuri is blessed with ample…
Yuuri: I don’t know what else I expected tbh. Victor, more champagne please.
Victor, lovestruck, bewitched, missing Yuuri’s glass and pouring it on his lap: Yes darling!
Yuuri: Have you seen Victor? After we cut the cake he was crying and said he had to go thank Jesus or something??
Yurio, coming into the room: … you guys are not going to believe this.
*cut to outside shot of Victor clinging to the church spire, pants off, waving his cake at the sky*
Victor, screaming: I’M GAY! THANK YOU JESUS!!!
Yurio, yelling: YOU’RE DRUNK.
Victor: Good point. I’m gay AND drunk, THANK YOU JESUS!!!!!!
Yuuri, tears in his eyes: I love him so much.
Phichit: Ok I may have had a little too much and flirted with that fireman.
Chris: You asked him to douse you with his special hose. It was incredible.
Phichit: At least they rescued Victor.
Phichit, crying softly: Don’t forget me on your honeymoon!
Yuuri: Don’t worry, I’ll think of you every time I ask Victor to douse me with his special-
Victor: I’m not sure how to feel about that.
Chris: Well he did just promise you a blow jo-
Victor, blushing, visibly excited, grabbing Yuuri and slamming the car door: WE’RE GOING NOW BYE.
Phichit: So, how was the wedding for you?
Milla: The open bar was great except… Yurio got in.
*Yurio runs past on all fours, growling and spitting*
Seung-gil: … how did this ring get on my finger?
Phichit: Don’t you worry your gorgeous head about it, you lily soft love muffin.
Michele: I think Victor went on his honeymoon pants-less…
Chris: We should’ve asked the firemen to help clean…
*pan out onto an empty room, tables messy with plates and glasses, streamers everywhere, Yurio is asleep on the ground, there is a small fire in one corner and Victor’s pants flutter from the chandelier*
Remember the last time we saw each other? In your little blue car…. We poured our hearts out to one another. We cried on each other’s shoulders. I confessed my love to you. You confessed your love to me. But you didn’t confess that this night was going to be your last.
You stopped by to pick up your (very) late Christmas present. You knew how bad I had been, and asked what was wrong. We walked to your little blue car, put the windows down on that cold chilly moonlit night, and talked. I told you everything that was happening to me: My ex-boyfriend and his new guy. A friend that I thought I could trust. And a lover that broke my heart. I also told you I was in a very dark place. Do you remember what I said to you? I’m too ashamed to confess what I did to myself. Please don’t make me say it. I don’t want to see you cry again. Your beautiful emerald looking eyes don’t deserve to have tears in them. They need to keep sparkling and smiling.
After we cried together, I confessed my love to you. I didn’t expect you to say anything. I didn’t expect you to feel the same way. I just wanted you to listen. I remember looking into those dazzling green eyes, holding your hand, and telling you: “I know this sounds cheesy. And I know that it may not seem true. But this is the truth. I promise. I love you. I love you so much. And I want to let you know that I will always love you. No matter what. I don’t care if you’re with someone new. I don’t care if I’m with someone new. I don’t even care if I haven’t talked to you in months, or even years. I will always love you.” You didn’t say anything. You just nodded as tears fell down your cheek from your watery green eyes.
Then, I asked you what you wanted from me. You said: “I honestly don’t know. I don’t know what I want. I never know what the right choice is. I never know what the right thing to do is. I always hurt you. I don’t want to keep hurting you. We had a lot of fun. And that’s all I wanted at first. And that’s what happened. I liked you. I really did. A lot. Then things changed. I wanted to hang out with you every day and be with you every day. And we did that. I wanted to be closer to you. And we did that too. Then stuff happened, and I got scared. I don’t know. I was scared to be happy. I didn’t want to be in a relationship. I wasn’t prepared at all for how I felt about you. I didn’t know how to take it to the next level. I didn’t know how to be your boyfriend.”
These words still bring tears to my eyes. It’s as if we are star-crossed lovers; forever living different paths in our lives that don’t have any connection in the end, denying us of any chance of living a life together. But how can that be when we are existing at the same time? You’re alive. I’m alive. And I have never felt more alive with anyone else than when I’m with you. Just the way you look at me with those alluring eyes is what convinces me that you are in love with me too. So why aren’t we together? Why are you with someone else? Why are you with her? Is it because she can give you a family? Is it because you want to believe she’s the one for you? Not just you though, for your whole family. She’s someone they will accept. Nobody would accept me into your family. I think we both know that for sure.
Two hundred and twenty-one days have passed since that night happened. I’ve gone through many stages of: Hating you. Worrying about you. Wondering if you’re dead. Wondering if you’re alive. Pretending you’re dead. Wishing for your presence. All while still loving you. It’s torture.
I don’t know if I should give up. Or if I should keep waiting for you. Because a part of me feels that I will never find anybody like you.
Nobody’s going to look at me the way you did. Nobody’s going to touch me the way you did. Nobody’s going to care about me the way you did. And nobody’s going to understand me the way you do.
Every time I talk to someone new, I compare them to you. I know that’s wrong, but it’s true and I can’t help it. That’s when I start to believe that they’re not good enough for me. Because I need to find somebody that’s so good that they make me forget about you… I know that’s not fair and I think that’s what keeps me from letting people in. I put this steel cage around my heart when you left me, and you’re the only one with the key to open it. I just wish you would talk to me. I wish you would tell me to move on, but your silence speaks louder than words. It drives me crazy; leads me to believe that I did something wrong, but I didn’t. Maybe it’s your way of keeping me in the sidelines when things get bad with you and her. I don’t see how that’s fair, but I love you so much that I don’t care. I’ll take any excuse you give me to come back, so long as I get to see your face again.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for getting close to you. I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems. I’m sorry for loving you. I’m sorry for all of this. Maybe things would’ve been simpler if we just didn’t meet. But as people say, “Two souls don’t just meet by simple coincidence.” I start to wonder why you came into my life. Or was it I that came into yours? I wonder if you’ll ever come back to me, even as a friend. I miss you. I miss you so dearly. Please stay alive while I exist. Whether it’s a year or ten, I will wait for you. Because I love you, and I want to believe that we are meant to be together. I want to wake up every morning to those lovely green eyes of yours.
I forgive you. I forgive you for pretending that I don’t exist. I forgive you for leaving me with no explanation. I forgive you for choosing her over me. I forgive you for falling for me. I get it now. We are just simply not meant to be. But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with that.
You know me… You know I always have so much to say to you. You know I could write books about my love for you. But I have one more important thing to say….
Love always and forever, The boy with the brown eyes
Aries: Funniest rants, trust me; Seems like a badass, but they’re harmless until you seriously piss them off; Do not piss them off, their limits are usually reasonable and they will fight you; Unafraid to act, especially to defend you; Always thinking about what’s coming up next; Great at starting projects they never completely finish; Sincere friends.
Taurus: Big, sweet cow eyes; Honestly just hug them and never let go, it’ll be the best decision you ever make; Warm aura; They’ll embarrass themselves, but it’s endearing instead of cringe-worthy; Calm presence; Naturally reserved, but they will let you in if you genuinely care; Unintentionally funny; Some quality of theirs makes people look up to them.
Gemini: They try so hard, bless their hearts; Cutest clothes; One of you is going to have a crush on the other; Awkward in a way that makes tension disappear; Unintentionally attracts trouble; It doesn’t occur to them to not put up with your shit; Not very considerate to your emotions unless they’re helping you with a specific issue; Super passionate about their fandoms and interests; Someone you can always talk to.
Cancer: Fucking dweebs that will laugh over the most bizarre things; Will always love you; Messy; They genuinely want you to do your best; They deeply care about all of their friends, too; Give great hugs; Take everything personally and fully invest themselves; They might get too wrapped up in something that doesn’t seem important to you, but just be patient with them, they’re worth it.
Leo: Simultaneously the most self-absorbed and caring people; Lucious locks; So intimidating, but it’s all a big, fat lie if you’re friends; Would kill for you; Childish and immature; Can actually be very practical minded; Really wants you to like them, but they’re not going to try hard for your approval; Let them have the last word because they’re going to have it eventually.
Virgo: Sad eyes that know the dark secrets of the world; They don’t feel in control, yet they try to be; Organized and methodical; Outwardly cynical (but they secretly hope for the best); If you meet their standards, consider yourself lucky; Big sister who will always help you with your problems; Feels most comfortable in a dark movie theater; Listen to them because they know what they’re talking about; Surprisingly patient.
Libra: They have a story for everything; Loves to go out with their loved ones; They spend a lot of time thinking over ideas and concepts; DILF; Lifelong friend that you can always turn to; Confidence booster; Can be surprisingly selfish sometimes; Indecisive as fuck; They’re going to win you over before you even realise it; Silently judgemental, but this doesn’t mean they take sides.
Scorpio: 10/10 would bang; Could destroy you effortlessly; Lifelong struggle bus ticket holder; Romantic love is not their strong suit; Darkly magnetic; Shared looks and inside jokes will be abundant when you hang out; Do not fuck with their friends; I repeat: do not fuck with their friends; seriously; avoid this at all costs; These are the type of people who will burn your house down and steal your boyfriend; If you fuck them over, they will cut ties forever, even if they still love you.
Sagittarius: They’re best friend material; Lots and lots of friends but few close friends; Attractive/ Magnetic; You’re going to find yourself thinking about them later; Can go literally anywhere and fit in; Histrionic; Will not put up with your bullshit at all; They seem like an open book, but this is not the case at all; Take themselves a little too seriously; More loyal than you could ask for.
Capricorn: Sassy as hell; Sarcasm actually flows through their veins; You will admire them; Always seemingly stable; They have the soundest advice; Tend to think they’re always right, and they aren’t exactly wrong about that; If they love you, it’s true; Good listeners and friends; Grouchy is their default emotion; Lowkey SUPER competitive, just let them win because they will literally never let it go ever.
Aquarius: You will fall in love with them, even if it doesn’t last; They’re going to make you laugh; They try to be forgiving creatures; Lowkey super stubborn about things they believe to be right; Really, really good at one area of expertise; Detail oriented; They downplay their emotions; It’s hard to completely understand what they’re thinking about unless they explicitly tell you; Trust their gut because they’re going to be right.
Pisces: Hug them, please, they’ll really appreciate it; They’re probably going to fall in love with you, too; Trusting and trustworthy; Watch what you say around them because they’re very sensitive; Encourage them to trust their intuition more; They’ll be able to understand your feelings more deeply than any of the other signs; Insecure but so, so, so worthy; Would die for you; Sneaky; Need a favor? Call this babe.
❛ My power over you grows stronger yet. ❜
❛ Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind. ❜
❛ Your part is silent, little toad! ❜
❛ Perhaps it is you who are the toad… ❜
❛ Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! ❜
❛ Seal my fate tonight. ❜
❛ I hate to have to cut the fun short, but the joke’s wearing thin. ❜
❛ Let the audience in. ❜
❛ God, give me courage to show you you are not alone! ❜
❛ Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? ❜
❛ I heard as I’d never heard before. ❜
❛ What you heard was a dream and nothing more. ❜
❛ Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore… ❜
❛ That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. ❜
❛ And do I dream again? ❜
❛ You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. ❜
❛ I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge. ❜
❛ In your mind you’ve already sucummed to me. ❜
❛ Now you are here with me. No second thoughts. ❜
❛ Past the point of no return. ❜
❛ What raging fire shall flood the soul? ❜
❛ What rich desires unlock its door? ❜
❛ What sweet seductions lie before us? ❜
❛ Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. ❜
❛ Did you think that I had left you for good? ❜
❛ Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair! ❜
❛ You’ve past the point of no return. ❜
❛ You try my patience make your choice. ❜
❛ I gave you my mind blindly. ❜
❛ Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance. ❜
❛ Have you forgotten your Angel? ❜
❛ Wildly my mind beats against you… ❜
❛ Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigne. ❜
❛ Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. ❜
❛ Can I ever forget that sight? ❜
❛ Can I ever escape from that face? ❜
❛ Past the point of no return - no going back now. ❜
❛ When will the flames, at last, consume us? ❜
❛ When will the blood begin to race? ❜
❛ I remember… there was mist. ❜
❛ Who was that shape in the shadows? ❜
❛ Whose is that face in the mask? ❜
❛ Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! ❜
❛ Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! ❜
❛ Now you cannot ever be free! ❜
❛ Come. We must return. ❜
❛ Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you. ❜
❛ No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! ❜
❛ Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. ❜
❛ Lead me, save me from my solitude. ❜
❛ Say you’ll want me with you here beside you. ❜
❛ Anywhere you go, let me go too. ❜
❛ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me? ❜
❛ Have you no pity? ❜
❛ Your lover makes a passionate plea. ❜
❛ Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world! ❜
❛ Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! ❜
❛ Only then can you belong to me… ❜
❛ You alone can make my song take flight. ❜
❛ It’s over now, the music of the night. ❜
❛ Twisted every way, what answer can I give? ❜
❛ Say you love him/her, and my life is over! ❜
❛ Now, let it be war upon you both! ❜
❛ See you later, because I’m going now. ❜
❛ This haunted face holds no horror for me now. ❜
❛ It’s in your soul that the true distortion lies. ❜
❛ For the past three years, these things do happen! ❜
❛ And did you stop them from happening? No! ❜
❛ Why have you brought me here? ❜
❛ We can’t go back there. ❜
❛ I can’t escape from him/her/them… ❜
❛ Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! ❜
❛ Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! ❜
❛ Go now, don’t let them find you. ❜
❛ I fought so hard to free you! ❜
❛ Say you love me. ❜
❛ Your chains are still mine! You belong to me! ❜
❛ Wait! I think my dear, we have a guest. ❜
❛ I had rather hoped that you would come. ❜
❛ Free him/her! Do what you like only free him/her! ❜
❛ Does that mean nothing I love him/her! Show some compassion! ❜
❛ The world showed no compassion to me! ❜
❛ Did you think that I would harm him/her? ❜
❛ Too late for prayers and useless pity! ❜
❛ You little demon - is this what you wanted to see? ❜
❛ Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend. ❜
❛ Look around, there’s another mask behind you! ❜
❛ Please promise me that sometimes, you will think… of me! ❜
❛ Where in the world have you been hiding? ❜
❛ I only wish I knew your secret. ❜
❛ Who is your great tutor? ❜
❛ Why you spray on my chin all the time, huh? ❜
❛ The final threshold! ❜
❛ They say that this youth has set my lady’s heart aflame! ❜
❛ Go away, for the trap is set and waits for its prey! ❜
❛ There is no phantom of the opera. ❜
❛ Look, your future bride! Just think of it! ❜
❛ Please don’t, they’ll see. ❜
❛ But why is it secret? What have we to hide? ❜
❛ It’s an engagement, not a crime! ❜
Summary: Lawyer!AU ~ In which you triumph over the infamously powerful prosecutor, Shin Hoseok, in court, so he finds another way to get what he wants in the courthouse bathroom.
[disclaimer] All of my knowledge about courtroom/legal procedure is wholly derived from my love of legal dramas and shouldn’t be taken as factual, lol.
“Isn’t it true you killed your son, Ms. Choi? You were angry
that he planned to abandon you for the woman you had strongly opposed, tainting
the family reputation you hold so dearly to yourself. He was going to ruin
everything for you, wasn’t he? He was going to ruin that crystalline reputation
you had spent so many years perfecting for the public, had spent and sacrificed
so much to preserve, and he was going to throw it all away, am I right?”
The mousy woman in front of you wailed, face contorting and
twitching in anger and indignation. Tears spilled out of her swollen eyes . “I WOULD
You continued relentlessly, raising your voice to be heard
over hers. “And so you carefully plotted his death, didn’t you, Ms. Choi? You
were so driven by your anger that you felt the only way to resolve it was to
kill him yourself and to pin it on your maid-”
“OBJECTION!” The tall, broad-shouldered prosecutor shot
upwards from his seat, eyes blazing as he stared incredulously at you, fists
slamming into his table. “HEARSAY!”
“-AND YOU POISONED YOUR OWN SON, YOUR VERY OWN FLESH AND
BLOOD, THE CHILD YOU RAISED WITH YOUR OWN HANDS FOR 20 YEARS AND 5 MONTHS, WAS
IT, MS. CHOI, AND YOU USED THOSE SAME HANDS THAT CODDLED AND FED HIM, SHAPED
HIM INTO THE PROMISING, KIND YOUNG MAN HE WAS, TO POUR THAT ARSENIC INTO HIS
VERY LAST MEAL, THAT LAST MEAL THAT HE ATE HAPPILY AND INNOCENTLY, FULLY
BELIEVING IT WAS PREPARED BY A MOTHER THAT LOVED HIM.” You were shouting now,
passion boiling in your veins as you rained the onslaught of attacks on her as
she sobbed messily into her hands. The jury gaped at the scene with a unanimously
shared look of muted horror.
“I heard you the first time, Mr. Shin.” The judge silenced
him with an abysmal wave of his hand. The prosecutor snapped his mouth shut in
anger, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenched it. “Overruled. Ms. (Y/L/N)
elicits a crucial development that is integral the proceedings of this court. As
for you, Ms. (Y/L/N), I would thank you restrain yourself and to get to your point.”
You nodded tightly, shooting a defiant half-smile at the
prosecutor, stomach flipping as you watched his eyes darken. “You fed your son
a meal laced with arsenic with your own blood-covered hands as he looked on at
you with nothing but love and ignorance. You watched the bright light fade from
his eyes as he convulsed on your living room floor, and now you sit here, still
refusing to take responsibility for your abhorrent actions. Instead you choose
to not just end one life, but even more. Instead, you place the blame on the
maid who has been employed by your family for a decade, the maid who is a
single mother with 3 young children that depend on her for their living. So, I’ll
ask you one more time, Mrs. Choi. Isn’t it true that you killed your son?”
The prosecutor had his fists balled at his sides, muscles
coiling under the fabric of his tight fitting suit, his full lips drawn
straight in a tight line. You did your best not to think of those hands on you,
pinning you against a table. Your thoughts were scattered and incoherent under
his gaze. He stared at you intently, wondering exactly who this new lawyer was
that had broken his reputation as the shark of the prosecutors. It was
guaranteed, or at least it had been before you, that the defendant would be
jailed whenever they were pitted against him. He’d never seen anyone or anything
like you before, so terrifying and formidable in the courtroom. Not to mention
how perfectly your pencil skirt hugged every curve on your body, how your
blouse enunciated the curve of your chest and highlighted the graceful curve of
your neck. A match for him. More than that, even. When your tongue had darted
out to wet your bottom lip as you concentrated on your papers, he had
practically dropped all his papers, only barely playing it off as a slip of his
You did your best to ignore his burning eyes, focusing
instead on the disheveled woman in front of you.
“I-I-I only wanted to protect him,” she gasped brokenly, entire
body shaking in the effort to speak clearly. “I wanted to protect my h-husband.
He killed my son,” she slurred, “he killed him.”
The jury inhaled sharply at her confession, a cacophony of murmurs
breaking out in the group.
You released a small breath of relief, turning to give your
client a warm smile. She had collapsed against her chair in disbelief, tears of
joy welling in her large eyes as she returned it.
The jury barely needed any time to converge, returning after
only a few minutes. Despite your confidence in your argument, you found your
leg bouncing nervously, jostling your robes. You bit your bottom lip subconsciously,
wanting nothing more than for the judge to hurry up and call the case.
“Nervous?” mouthed the prosecutor across the room, cocky
smile twisting his full lips.
You tried to ignore how his broad chest pulled the fabric of
his suit tight across his body, clinging to every muscle, outlining his godly
figure. How was it even legal that someone like him was a prosecutor? You could
feel the weight of his gaze on your body, burning and heavy, and you suddenly
felt as if your mouth was very, very, dry. All you could do was scoff and turn
to face pointedly away from him.
The corner of his mouth lifted as if he knew what you were
thinking. Cocky bastard.
Both of you straightened as the judge cleared his throat. “Members
of the jury, have you reached a verdict?”
The jury spokesman stood hastily, dotting the sweat beading
at the edges of his receding hairline. “Y-yes, your honor.”
The judge glanced upwards. “Members of the jury, on the Case
of Korea v. Park, what you say?”
“Your honor, the members of this Jury unanimously find the defendant
NOT GUILTY of first degree murder.”
You let out a loud breath, lungs burning, but it was drowned
out by the appreciative cries of your client as she threw her arms around you,
tears of joy streaming down her face.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she shouted, voice
muffled by your hair. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She repeated it over
and over again like a mantra, no amount of words able to truly encapsulate the euphoric
feeling. She hugged you one last time before running out of the courtroom,
undoubtedly to tell her family the good news.
Despite having won your first big case, your thoughts kept
wandering back to that sinfully attractive cocky prosecutor; you kept thinking
about those long fingers digging into your hair, those full lips pressed
against your throat, and that tousled mess of hair that you wanted nothing more
than you thread your fingers through while pulling him closer, deeper into your
body. “Agh,” you hissed to yourself, fingernails digging into your palm as you
walked down the hall. You could feel your cheeks reddening. Couldn’t you have
been attracted to anyone else? You reached up and pulled your hair out of the
restraining bun so it cascaded down around your shoulders.
“Good,” a voice behind you said, “it looks better down.”
You whirled in surprise. Speak
of the fucking devil. There he was, godly proportions, signature arrogant
smirk and all, right in front of you. Why do bad things happen to good people? “Shouldn’t
you be off somewhere mourning the case you just lost?” you asked, trying to
ignore the insidious thoughts invading your mind as you drank in his
appearance. He was even more attractive up close like this, the musky scent of
his cologne filling your senses.
His eyes darkened slightly, smile a bit more wolfish. “Beginner’s
Anger sparked in the pit of your stomach, burning from the
inside. “Or was it your incompetency as a prosecutor?” you asked lightly,
cocking your head to the side and feigning innocence. “It seemed that way when
I destroyed your argument in court.”
He growled, low in his throat at this response, eyes
glinting. “Destroyed? I don’t remember that happening when I refuted the majority of your claims. Call it…” he paused, pretending to think, “a happy coincidence?”
Your blood boiled at his arrogant smile, crimson tinting your vision as he flashed that infuriating smile at you as he crossed his muscular arms across his chest. “A happy coincidence? When your arrogant, entitled ass couldn’t even figure out the simple, underlying story of who killed whom? It was a simple case, prosecutor. Some shallow black and white case college students are given to analyze. Yet you still lost, unanimously.”
His eyes flashed darkly, and you knew you had gotten under his skin. “Who are you, Ms. Public
Defender?” He stepped forward, voice low. You refused to step back, eyes
trained on his. “I’d never lost a case before.” Another step forward. “Until
you.” The smell of his cologne was all around you now, your thoughts clouding.
You were close enough to grab the lapels of his tailored suit, if you wanted to, and you wanted
nothing more than to rip it off his body, immediately.
You had to tilt your head back slightly to look up at him
now, his frame taking up most of your view. You were glad there wasn’t anyone
in the hall anymore. You wrapped a hand around his tie and yanked him forward,
teeth grazing his ear. “Don’t take what I’m about to do the wrong way, prosecutor,” you hissed, spitting his
title as if it were a curse. Then you pushed him back, your eyes drifting down
to his full, soft lips as blood roared in your ears.
He blinked, a small smile crawling along his lips. “Take
what the wrong wa-”
And then you were kissing him, furiously taking out all the
anger you had bottled up in court when he refuted nearly all of your claims out
on his lips now, nipping at his full bottom lip. His lips were as pillowy as they looked, you thought, your hand
reaching up to fist in the fabric covering his chest. When he began to say
something, you took advantage of his open mouth, sweet peppermint breath mixing
with yours, and slipped your tongue in to tangle with his, teasing him until he
began to reciprocate with just as much fervor.
When you finally broke the kiss he was panting and
breathless, pupils blown with lust. Just as you began to step back, his arm
caught you behind your back, pulling you into his chest. His lips, swollen from
your violent kiss, grazed your ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you first
stepped into the courtroom,” he growled, jaw clenched in restraint. “Don’t
continue to do this to me unless you want the consequences.”
You could feel his bulge through the layers of clothing,
throbbing against you. There wasn’t anything you wanted more. “Bathroom. Now.”
He didn’t hesitate, lifting you immediately and crashing
through the doors of the bathroom, setting you harshly down on the cool marble
of the counter. You pulled him in for another passionate kiss, heels digging
into his back to push him closer into you, his bulge pushing deliciously into
your crotch as your hands pushed his jacket off of his broad shoulders. An
inferno grew in the pit of your stomach, growing uncomfortably warm, heat rushing
down in between your legs. He moaned into your mouth, fingers gripping the
edges of your blouse and ripping it open. The buttons flew and pinged against the
floor but you had no patience to even complain.
“Hoseok,” he groaned in between needy, sloppy kisses against
your jaw, your neck, “my name is Shin Hoseok.”
You pushed him backwards and slid off the counter, turning
him with you so that your places were reversed, his back to the counter, and you
dropped to your knees. “(Y/N),” you replied breathlessly as your fingers undid
the buttons of his shirt, fingers grazing down his broad chest to the defined
ridges of his abs. He shuddered under your touch, fingers gripping the edge of
the counter so tightly his knuckles whitened. You fumbled with his belt for a
second, and he let out a noise of impatience that traveled straight down to
your core. Finally, you got that damned belt off of him and hurriedly yanked
his pants down with his boxers, which pooled around his ankles.
He was big. Much bigger than you had expected. It sprang
loose from the confines of his boxers and he hissed from the sudden feeling of
cool air. Tentatively, you took him in your hand, your thumb and middle finger
only barely able to touch one another. He bucked against your hand, groaning as
he threw his head back. You looked up at him through your lashes. His head
was thrown back, neck muscle tense and jaw clenched tightly, fingers digging into
the counter as he swelled in your hand. You hadn’t even done anything yet. You
licked a long, experimental stripe from the base to the tip, lapping up the
beads of precum that had gathered there, tonguing at the slit. He tasted salty,
a distinct edge to him that you had never tasted before. You licked another
long stripe, from his balls to the tip.
“Fuck,” he hissed
darkly, hips canting. You hummed against him, licking and teasing, working your
way up and down the curve of his thick cock, until finally he couldn’t take
anymore, his fingers fisting almost painfully into your hair. “Did you forget
how to suck cock, (Y/N)?” he asked, pressing the tip against your swollen,
glistening lips. “I can remind you.”
You smirked, satisfied with his response, and opened your
mouth wide to take him into your throat, sucking him down deep. You looked up
at him with wide eyes, fingernails digging into the skin of his muscular thigh
with each downward suck, your cheeks hollowing. A string of curses fell from
his mouth as he watched you, your full, glistening, ruby red lips wrapped tight
around him as you sucked obediently. His fingers threading their way into your hair so he could guide your head as you bobbed.
But you were still going too shallowly. He fingers tightened in your hair and shoved himself as far back into your throat as he could. You choked at the sudden intrusion, air escaping your lungs as he forced your head all the way down, groaning loudly. You
moaned as the tip hit the back of your throat and gaggedas you relaxed
your throat so he could slam you back down again to the base.
“Shit, you look so good with your lips wrapped around my
cock,” he groaned, as you took him in again and again, your cheeks flushed
pink, drool and precum dripping down out of the edges of your mouth as he
fucked your face. The lewd sounds of him sliding in and out of your mouth
echoed in the empty bathroom. “Just like that,” he hissed, hips bucking as you
hummed against him, “so fucking good for me.” Just as you began to feel as if
your throat could take no more abuse, Hoseok released you. You pulled off with
a wet pop, breathless and wrecked.
A shiver of pleasure worked down to his groin upon seeing
you like this, your clothes torn and ruined, lips swollen, hair mussed, with
drool and his precum leaking from the corners of your mouth. “As much as I
would like to finish in that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said as he
yanked you up and bent you over the counter, switching positions again, “I know
how much you must want me to fuck you.”
You could only let out a coarse mewl in agreement, pushing
your hips outwards desperately.
He pushed your pencil skirt upwards and yanked your panties
down impatiently. You let out a heady moan in response, wanting nothing more
that for him to be fucking you until you forgot your name. He positioned
himself at your dripping core, barely pushing the tip in. You cried out in
“Tsk, tsk, so wet already?” You could hear the smile in his
voice as he leaned close, his muscled chest pressing against your bare back. “Who
knew you would be so submissive to me?”
You almost cried in desperation from the lack of anything. “Please,”
you begged hoarsely, “please.”
Hoseok nipped at your shoulder, chills erupting every place
his full lips ghosted over. “Please what?” he murmured, pushing half an inch
You moaned at the feeling of being spread so infinitesimally
wider, juices pooling between your legs, but he refused to move. Not even an inch. “Please fuck me
already, Hoseok, fuck me!” you gasped, in almost a sob of sheer frustration.
He plunged his full length into you without warning, giving
you no time to adjust to his large size. You swallowed a sharp cry of pain at
the sudden fullness. The euphoric feeling of being so completely filled overrode all your other senses. He
pistoned into you relentlessly, every thrust rocking you against the counter,
the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “God, you’re so unbelievably
tight,” he snarled, his hips smacking into yours with force that had you
screwing your eyes shut, mouth gaping in a silent cry of ecstasy. Hoseok shoved
three of his fingers into your mouth and you sucked on them gratefully, as they
were the only things keeping you from screaming.
“What?” he growled, watching him fuck into you in the
reflection of the mirror, your chin against your chest as your breasts bounced
with each one of his deep thrusts. “Are you afraid someone will hear us?
Someone will hear you mewling for me, begging for me to fuck you?” He continued
to pound into you, almost animalistically, feeding the growing inferno flaming
in the deep pit of your stomach, growing almost unbearably hot. “But you want
to get caught, don’t you, (Y/N)? You want people to see you getting fucked like this in public, don’t you?”
He rolled his hips into yours deliciously. You felt delirious, only capable of moaning incoherently as you watched him fuck you. He was right, the high chance of the two of you getting caught and the thought that everyone could hear you only served to increase your arousal. As one of your hands drifted down to your
clit, he grabbed it and pinned it behind you. “Only I am allowed to make you
cum. Don’t touch yourself.” He pressed his cheeck agaisnt the side of your head, still maintaing eye contact with you in the mirror as he rammed himself into you, over and over. “I’ve wanted to fuck your pretty little ass since the second you stepped into the courtroom,” he rasped, “with that tight little skirt teasing me.”
You could only gasp as he continued to push into you, impossibly faster.
“I couldn’t even focus on my arguments, thinking about how pretty your pink mouth would look like wrapped tight around my cock.” He groaned lowly at his own words, sending vibrations throughout your entire body.
“Deeper, Hoseok, harder!” You were wrecked, your hair
tousled, your cheeked pressed against the countertop as you arched your back
for him to hit even deeper inside of you.
“Fuck,” he managed, snapping his hips. He pressed into the
small of your back, forcing you to arch even further.
He hit a place in you that caused
black to dance in your vision, sight blurring in front of you. “FUCK! HOSEOK!”
You were sure the whole courthouse could hear you now, but you couldn’t care
“Found it,” he whispered. Hoseok repeatedly
thrusted into the same place, over and over, and you felt the telltale prickles
of your orgasm building, the coil in your stomach tightening even more.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you
cried, “harder, harder!” Hoseok released the hand he had pinned behind your
back to grab onto your hips, lifting you and slamming you back down on him with
every thrust. Low groans rumbled from his chest at every noise you made. You
ruined him. He lost focus every time you clenched around him, desperately
trying to milk out his orgasm.
Hoseok fisted a hand into your
hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to look at your reflection. You
barely recognized yourself in the mirror, eyes rolling back into your head in
pleasure, drool trailing down the corner of your mouth. Hoseok caught your eyes
in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you,” he snarled, his face next to yours in the
reflection, hips slamming against yours and muscular chest pressed flush against
your back as he fucked into you. A thin sheen of sweat covered his god-like
body, jaw clenching in concentration as he buried himself into you again and
again, never breaking eye contact with you the mirror. “You like watching me
fuck you, (Y/N)?” He pulled your head to the side and sucked gently on the
sensitive skin on your throat, causing chills to travel down your entire body
and your knees to buckle.
“Hoseok-” you managed through
breathy moans and gasps as you approached your high, “Hoseok, I’m going to
Another wave of heat shot
straight down to his groin upon hearing you say those words, your voice so
breathy and needy for him. He reached down with one arm to rub circles on that
sensitive nub. You cried out, your hand reaching up to dig into his muscular
forearm, fingernails pressing in so deeply the nearly broke the skin.
“Scream my name,” he demanded,
his own rhythm faltering as he neared his own orgasm, “I want to hear you.”
You screamed, white
exploding in your vision as the coil in the pit of your stomach unraveled completely,
pleasure igniting every nerve in your body, your entire body writhing in
absolute euphoric satisfaction.
It was the strongest orgasm you had ever
experienced, rocketing throughout your entire body in waves. Your finger nails
dug so deeply into his forearm you drew blood. You don’t know how many times
you screamed his name.
Hoseok stiffened behind you, body
going taut like a bow as he released his heat into you, yanking your hips flush
against his as he came. Ribbon after ribbon of his cum filled you and leaked
out of your abused hole as he thrusted shallowly to ride out the rest of his
orgasm. He groaned your name into your ear, dark and sexy. It sounded so right
coming from him in that deep purr, claiming you as his.
You remained trembling against
the cold surface of the countertop for a few seconds before regaining
any of your senses. The bathroom was silent except for the sound of your combined heavy
breaths. Hoseok pulled out slowly. You heard him step away and reach to the side to pull out a wad of
paper towels to soak up the cum dripping down your thighs.
His fingers were so gentle now.
He was slow and careful, fingers trailing softly against the places where his
hands had gripped you so tightly you bruised.
“I’ve got it,” you whispered,
even though you wanted him to continue. You pushed yourself up from the counter
as he stepped back.
The two of you redressed in a
comfortable silence. Hoseok leaned back against the countertop as he buttoned
his shirt and folded the cuffs back, a teasing smile on his lips.
You tried to ignore that flashing
bright smile, sure that so many other girls had seen it before, instead busying yourself with the your ruined blouse. “Ah,” you
whispered to yourself as you fumbled, “there’s really nothing
I can do about these buttons…” You sighed, glancing at what remained of your
blouse’s buttons scattered haphazardly around the floor. “You owe me a new
shirt.” You glared pointedly at Hoseok, who choked out a surprised laugh.
He pushed away from the counter,
reaching out to pull you in close again. All the breath escaped your lungs as
he draped his suit jacket around you, buttoning it up slowly, his head bowing
above yours as he fastened each button. “There,” he said, satisfied.
“Thanks,” you muttered drily, “but
it doesn’t make up for a blouse.”
Hoseok laughed again, a sweet,
gentle sound that contrasted so greatly with the rough sex you had just had. “Ok,
Ms.Public Defender, I promise I will next time.”
Next time? Your chest
constricted at his words. But before you could open your mouth to make a snappy
response, he cut you off.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I guess I ‘took
this the wrong way’.” His words may have simulated an apology, but there was nothing apologetic about his
blinding smile. “Let’s not meet again like this. I want a date instead. How
about I pick you up at 7 tomorrow, from where ever it is you live.”
You responded before you even realized. “8, and I’m going to your place.”
Hoseok’s grin widened. “See you
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Is the show foreshadowing Sansa as queen in the North?
We all know Sansa is the true Queen in all hearts but there were some very interesting lines the last few episodes that lead me to believe she’s going to became Queen in season 8.
“How many queens are there now?”
This line from Tormunt makes us think about the “ 3 queens” Littlefinger said in the books. But Jon answers “two” not three. And all I could think was “two for now” because this scene was right after we see the Lord Glover talking about how Sansa should be ruling the North. But this is just the beginning:
“My people [the northmen] won’t accept a southerner ruler. Not after everything they’ve suffered”
“The northerners are proud”
We know Sansa is growing each episode as a good ruler and she’s doing great as Lady of Winterfell during Jon’s absence. At 7x6 Sansa told us a very important thing:
“Many of them [20.000 men fighting for Winterfell] will be happy to find a good reason to go home”
And for a proud people, finding out your King is not a true Northerner seems to me a very good reason to go home . When Jon’s true heritage comes out next season, it would be VERY problematic. Not only for Jon, who will face an identity crisis for sure, but also for the North. The northeners are proud. They won’t accept a southener ruler after everything they’ve suffered. Jon was born in Dorne, son of a Targaryen Prince, no matter how much we love and understand his care for the North, the North will not accept it. Sansa knows best about politics she’ll see that as soon as she finds out about Jon’s heritage. Sansa knows the loyalty to Jon is already fragile. This is what she told Littlefinger about the Lords of the North at 7x6:
“Yes, they turned their backs on Jon when was time to retake Winterfell, then they named him their King and now they’re ready to turn their backs on him again.”
And this is the naked truth. The northerners are all pissed off because Jon decided to go south, since they “need the King in the North in the North”. At 7x6 Sansa recieves an invitation to King’s Landing and decides to send Brienne to represent her, not only to put Brienne out of Littlefinger’s reach but also cuz she doesn’t want to go to such a dangerous place again.
“If they want another Stark prisioner they can come and take me. ‘Till then I’ll remain where I belong. I have work to do here. […] I am the Lady of Winterfell and I am home. This is the safest place for me.”
She is doing what the lords think Jon should!
“Rule you have. Wisely. Ably. They see that.They respect you. Some even prefer you”.
And Littlefinger is right. Episode 7x5 Lord Glover and Sir Royce said this to her:
“We didn’t choose you to rule us milady. But perhaps we should have”
“The Knights of the Vale came her for you, Lady Stark”
But the important thing about this scene is that the northerners Lords agreed. They do see her as a good replacement for Jon, but Jon is still their King as she reminds them. She’d not take his throne in order to have one for herself.
But the thing is, when the North faces Jon is not a northerner, he’ll loose his army and support. Sansa will have to do something in order to get people together fighting for Winterfell, to keep the North together and garantee their survival. Taking a crown would be an easy solution. And the TV show always goes for the easiest solution.
I don’t think this is a coincidence. The lines mean a lot this season. We had the War of Five Kings and now it seems to me they are heading to this Clash of Queens route. We know very well the North is different. Hard to conquer, its people are proud. They would not accept a king aside from the King in the North. They wouldn’t accept a queen aside from the Queen in the North.
This storyline would set Jon loose to develop his claim to the Iron Throne. I don’t think either Jon or Sansa would want to be Queen and King but I do think season 8 will force them to do so somehow. “Those who want power do not deserve it. And those who deserve power do not want it”
And for those who say “Jon will bend the knee for Dany and the Northerners will have to accept it” all I have to say is:
And don’t you dare to burn this kid alive, Danielle. I will protect her with my life.
You go on by doing the best you can. You go on by being generous. You go on by being true. You go on by offering comfort to others who can’t go on. You go on by allowing the unbearable days to pass and allowing the pleasure in other days. You go on by finding a channel for your love and another for your rage.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
I keep seeing @misterpoofofficial’s super hero au and I love it so much ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️and it got me thinking.
Au where shiro is ex military turned supervillion to get back at the government for not helping/silencing him and countless others after their return from literal capture and torture. Keith, who’s a super hero, is the nice person who let’s him stay at his house.
The two butt heads quite a bit and it doesn’t take long for them to figure out the others ‘occupation’. Instead of making things awkward they try to work things out. Shiro becomes more of a anti hero/vigilante while Keith rallies people and lawfully try’s to get justice for the veterans silenced. In the middle of all the planning the two start dating, all of Keith’s allies are shook when they show up unannounced at Keith’s place to see him cuddling his most iconic enemy.
The Good Ol’ Baton: A Bellamy Blake & Bellarke Meta
It still depresses me that the baton is completely empty when Bellamy gets to space.
The baton is a symbol of power, a nod to the “youth inheriting the earth” and becoming leaders in their own rights as suggested by Kane in Echoes (4x01).
The last time we saw the baton was in late season one, when the Arkers have returned to earth and Jaha is left behind. He opens the bottle, forgoing the original wishes of “opening it on earth.” I suppose he thought that it was good enough. His people made it, they’re safe. So why not crack open the bottle to celebrate or cope with being all alone?
Cut to Praimfaya (4x13). The 97 year-old bottle of scotch is now empty. Bellamy Blake picks it up, looking at the burning earth from a window on the Ark’s last ring, deep in thought, reminiscing.
One thing that I want to make clear in all of this is that Bellamy’s always been a leader.
He’s fallen in line behind some of Skaikru’s elders over the seasons, namely Pike and Kane, but he’s always had a spark that encourages people to follow him. He sways opinions and inspires, encouraging people to take action when they may not have otherwise. It’s a powerful albeit dangerous trait to have, especially because Bellamy tends to act on impulse, being more of a feeler than a thinker.
“People follow you, you inspire them because of this (your heart),” Clarke tells him with a smile, placing a hand on his chest. She reaches up and touches his temple. “But in order for us to survive, you need to use this (your head), too.”
It is my personal opinion that him placing a hand on the baton is meant to demonstrate a transfer of power. In that moment, he becomes a true leader and accepts that responsibility wholeheartedly. He’s going to try his best to take care of the people he loves, like always. He’s determined that they’re going to find a way to survive together- to ride out five years in space and find a way for all of them to get back to earth alive.
But there is also significance of the baton in relation to Bellarke.
In Blood Must Have Blood, Pt. 2 (2x16), there’s a scene that all Bellarke shippers remember clear as day:
“I think we deserve a drink,” Bellamy says, watching as their people reenter camp. They’ve won the day. They’ve saved everyone. They can be at peace now.
Clarke shakes her head. “Have one for me.”
Needless to say, they still haven’t gotten that drink.
The fact that the bottle is empty when Bellamy finds it has more significance than we give credit, in my opinion.
He picks up the baton and accepts his role as a leader, but it all feels surprisingly empty (pun intended). This isn’t what he wants, not completely. Something- or someone, moreover- is missing. I think that this moment in particular does an excellent job of demonstrating who:
“I left her behind,” he says, looking through the window at a dark space station. She couldn’t do it. Something must have gone wrong. His eyes shift to the floor of the cockpit, speaking mostly to himself despite all of the people around him. “I left her behind and we all die anyway.”
The station lights up seconds later. They’re going to make it.
He stands in front of the window for a few moments, and Raven joins him.
“She saved us again,” she says. “You think we can do this without her?”
“If we don’t, she died in vain, and I’m not gonna let that happen.”
It becomes clear that all he’s going to do is for Clarke, to honor her name and memory. He’s going to lead. He’s going to protect. In five years, he’s going to get them all back to earth. And he’s going to do all of it for her.
It just makes him sad that the one thing he can’t do now is what she asked him months ago; “have one (a drink) for me.”
“I am not paranoid Lydia! You’re the ones who are totally fucking with me- with us! You can’t say that this last month has been a series of weird, random happenstances!” Lydia ignores him, moving to open the car door, but before she can reach it Stiles hits the driver’s side lock. “No. No getting out of the car until you admit that you’ve had a hand in this.”
“Fine,” Lydia says, arms crossed, leveling Stiles with her glare that effectively says I could crush you under my heel and I don’t know why I like you. “We’ve been trying to set you and Derek up in time for Valentine’s Day.”
“What?!” he shrieks. “I mean- what?” he repeats, in a more reasonable tone.
Minseok would be so excited. He’ll scream, shout, and jump around with the boys but that would increase tenfold if he found out directly from you. If he found out directly from you, he will hug you so tight and scatter your face with so many kisses and not let you go for the rest of the day. Miseok won’t be able to stop talking it either.
“(y/n) likes me back! I can’t believe they like me back!”
“Minseok… I know. I am (y/n).”
“But still! You like me back!”
“And these are the times I question why I do.”
Lu would claim he wasn’t surpised but whe all know he practically died inside when he heard that you liked him back. He’d just look at you with a smal eyebrow wiggle and is just “well, who wouldn’t like me back?” You’d roll your eyes and the moment you show him affection, like a kiss on the cheek or a hug, he’d melt and get all giggly and squirm against you.
“You’re such a girl Lu.”
“What? No, I’m a manly man (y/n).”
“You giggled and blushed like a schoolgirl when I held your hand.”
“I don’t remember that. You must be mistaken.”
When Kris finds out you like him back, he will try and do something sexy or try and seem seductive but it ends up making you laugh. He’ll laugh out of embarassment and wouldn’t be able to face you, wondering why he even did that. The embarassment would increase when you walk over to him, motion him to lean down to your height, and kiss his cheek. R.I.P Kris Wu.
“Kris. I need to tell you something but you have to look at me.”
“Is it that I’m an idiot?”
“Well, if you come closer maybe you’ll find out.”
He leans down and you kiss his cheek.
“Yes but you’re my idiot though.”
Junmyeon would be absolutely speechless to find out you like him back. You’d probably confess yourself instead of someone else telling him and you’d have his hands in yours as you look at your feet. You’d have to repeat it because you muttered it the first time and when you look up, you’ll see his jaw open and his eyes wide. It took him a minute before he cupped your face and kiss you everywhere he could minus your lips(he wants to make that one special).
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Well, if you were the one leaving me all those love letters then I know just how long.”
“You have no proof that those were me though.”
“I know your hand writting Junmyeon. Don’t lie to me. Besides, they were sweet.”
Yixing would hear that you like him and would go to you to ask you out immediately. He’d do it with flowers and everything, becuase you only deserve the best and sweetest. He’ll take your hand and place a kiss on the back of it before pulling out the flowers and asks you to be his. He’s been waiting a long while for a hint that you like him back and he’s not going to let you go now that he has you.
“Yixing, I-! What are you doing?”
“(y/n), I heard that you liked me so I was wondering…”
He rubs the back of his neck shyly as he pulls out the flowers.
“Will you be mine?”
No matter where he heard it, Baekhyun will just end up grabbing you and just cuddle you on a couch or a bed. He won’t let you go for the rest of the day, just burying his face in your neck and gushing about hou much he loves you and how glad he is that you like him back. Baekhyun will just be a needy puppy after finding out you like him so don’t expect to be going anywhere or doing anything that day.
“Baekhyun? Where did you come from?”
“I love you too jagiya!
“What? Where did you even hear that?”
“Doesn’t matter becuase I know it’s true and I’m not letting you go now.”
Jongdae being Jongdae, he will yell at the top of his lungs in victory of winning your heart. He will get just as excited as Minseok did and would soon be bouncing off the walls. The moment he sees you after he finds out, he’ll be so excited that he’d just grab your face and kissing you then and there. You would be hella confused but wouldn’t object in the slightest.
“I heard yelling, is everything okay in here?”
You didn’t even find out why you heard yells but you coud care less at that point.
Chanyeol would be beyond happy and would end up doing an excited little dance. You’d find it the cutest thing it the world and end up wrapping your arms round his waist, burying your face in his chest. You two would end up just standing there, hugging each other.
“You’re too cute for you’re own good Yeolie.”
“That’s not a bad thing is it?”
“No. No it is not”
Kyungsoo gets all flushed and blushy around you. He’s good at hiding his crush from you and everyone when he was unsure of your feelings towards him but now he can’t even stop smiling when someone mentions your name. It’s even worse when he’s around you. Kyungsoo won’t be able to even make eye-contact with you.
“Kyungsoo, are you okay? Why won’t you look at me?”
“I couldn’t hear you, what did you say?”
“I said I like you too (y/n).”
“I’m glad the feelings are mutual but I’m going to kill Byun…”
Honestly, it’d be surprising that you two wouldn’t be a couple already because Tao makes his feelings as obvious as he can. He has no shame about having a crush so he’d be surprised it took so long for your feelings to be returned. Even so, he’d be ecstatic to hear that you like him back after so long.
“Took you long enough.”
“Tao, don’t make me regret liking you back.”
“You know I’m joking with you. But I have been waiting a long time to hear that from you.”
“Yeah, you’re very bad at hiding that you like me.”
“I wasn’t trying too.”
Jongin will get all flustered and shocked, taking a few steps back as his face gets all red and he gets all giggly. He’ll try and tell you that he likes you back but he’s so happy that he keeps stumbling and shaking from excitement. You’d get concerned and ask him what’s wrong and the only way he can figure out to show you what he’s trying to say is to give you a quick but sweet kiss.
“What is it Jongin?”
“Are you okay? You’re shaking.”
He cups your face and places a small kiss on your lips.
Sehun, being the child he is, will get so happy that you like him back. He won’t be able to sit still at all after he found out and woud justcling to you. He will do anything to keep your attention on him, getting all whiney when you start talking with someone else or won’t pay attenton to him.
“Sehun… I’m happy you like me back but you don’t have to be this clingy.”
“Yes I do.”
“I was texting my mom and you threw my phone into my closet.”
“You’re suppose to only pay attention to me.”
“It was my mom.”
“I don’t care. No one takes my jagiya’s attention from me.”
Based on this post here. This post is part 1 of 3.
Don’t get me wrong. Stephen King is a god of writing. He is the
Homer of America, and I mean the Greek Homer, not the Simpson Homer. Every one
of you should acquire a copy of On Writing and read it multiple times
over the entire rest of your lives.
But in an effort to punch you in the face with the rules of good
writing, God King Stephen skips some of the subtleties of the craft that will also make you a better writer. Not because these ways of breaking the rules become
rules themselves, but because they help you analyze and edit your own work.
So let’s meet under the troll bridge and discuss the scary
monsters that are adverbs.
What He hath said:
3. Avoid adverbs.
“The adverb is not your friend. Consider the sentence “He closed
the door firmly.” It’s by no means a terrible sentence, but ask yourself if
‘firmly’ really has to be there. What about context? What about all the
enlightening (not to say emotionally moving) prose which came before
‘He closed the door firmly’? Shouldn’t this tell us how he closed
the door? And if the foregoing prose does tell
us, then isn’t ‘firmly’ an extra word? Isn’t it redundant?”
What King points out is not the evil of adverbs, but the
evil of throwaway adverbs.
“He closed the door firmly” isn’t terrible, but the poor
sentence can barely hold onto the word “firmly,” leaving it hanging over the
reader’s mental cliff. Especially when they come out of nowhere, adverbs stand
out, crying for attention. They leave your readers wondering why you used them.
There are two ways to avoid the dangling adverb here. As
King suggests, your readers should know that your character – let’s call him
Barry – is going to shut that door with physical and emotional strength and
finality. Let’s assume your readers already know Barry is a chiropractor with a
booming practice and a loving extended family who demand more of Barry’s time
than they should.
“If you were so unhappy, why didn’t you leave sooner?”
Barry said the words, but he already knew the answer. He knew David stayed
because Barry was a good dog father and a solid citizen type that everyone
envied. It had made coming out and announcing the marriage that much easier,
especially to David’s conservative parents.
Now, they’d both have to admit failure. Barry’s family
would understand. They’d seen enough of their own marriages go awry. He could
already hear his mom: “Take time to heal and then get back out there. You’ll
find your true love, I know it. If you sell the house, you can always come back
But this was the end of true love for Barry. At least
he’d get to keep Duck (the dog).
David would have a much harder time by admitting defeat.
His mother would claim her prayers were answered; his sister would give him the
name of a good therapist – one of those who would subversively try to “cure”
him of his “destructive” desires. Yet David was going to go home to them
“Bar, you know why I’m leaving. You’ve always known.”
David turned and walked out the front door.
“I do,” Barry whispered when David was halfway down the
front walk. He fought off the urge to call him back, because he knew David was
right. Then he closed the door.
And we know he closed it firmly. Barry has seen the end of
the marriage, and he knows why. He knows David isn’t coming back. We know he
has the physical strength to shut the door. He fights off his last urge to
stave off the inevitable.
When that door closes, everything changes. It has to be done
Suppose, however, you don’t have that much lead in before
you get the itch to write a dangling adverb. There are ways to deal with that,
too, depending on the scenario and the characters. Maybe you’ve already laid
out their personalities; maybe closing that door is how you’ll telegraph
characterizations to come.
“Barry closed the door, then jiggled the knob to make sure
the latch had caught” or “He closed the door and pushed on it to make sure it
stayed shut.” These say something about the character. He needs surety,
“He closed the door, then opened and closed it again to make
sure it stayed shut.” The door represents Barry’s reluctance to let David go,
then his acceptance that he’s going to leave regardless. Unless of course the
door is broken and it needs to be shut multiple times to stay shut, and Barry
had promised David he’d fix it, but he was always working and came home tired
and spent the past two weekends with his sick father, etc …
“Barry took a deep breath to calm himself, then closed the
door.” He shuts it while still harboring anger or agitation.
“He slammed the door shut.” If you need the direct approach.
In these examples, the door, and the act of closing it, have
become an important symbol for the relationship. In your writing, it might not
always be this obvious … but when it is, you’ll want to make sure you avoid
using throwaway adverbs.
But if it helps, write “He closed the door firmly” on your
first draft. THIS IS WHY WE TELL YOU FIRST DRAFTS ALWAYS SUCK.
Next up: dialogue tags, aka, “she said, adverbially.”
here’s a little one i did while i was sick. i hope you enjoy!
Working at the BAU was no piece of cake. But some days, were excellent. When you save someone, when you catch a serial killer. It felt like you were on top of the world.
And today was no different. So, to celebrate, Rossi decided to invite the team and their families to his mansion for some authentic Italian cuisine.
Your boyfriend, Spencer, was ecstatic about it. If there was one thing he loved more than chess, books, and random facts, it was the team’s kiddos. The whole way home from the office, that was all he talked about. The magic tricks he was going to show them, the stories he was going to tell them. It was so funny watching him ramble on and on about them.
When you got to your apartment, you skidded into living room, followed by your true love. You went into the closet to find something classy, yet casual, to wear to the dinner. You slipped on a black dress that was pretty snug, and fell just above your knees. You slipped on some matching heels and some pearls. You looked in the mirror and delicately put on some red lipstick. When you walked out, you saw Spencer wearing a white button up and some black shoes and slacks.
“Wow. You look exquisite.” he beamed. You chuckled and sat your hand on his shoulder.
“I would kiss you, but I don’t want to leave a stain.” You said as you drifted your fingers up his neck, onto his jawline, onto his face, and let them linger on his lips. You gave a small smirk as you sashayed out the door.
You pulled up to Rossi’s elaborate home, with JJ’s car pulling in behind you.
"Uncle Spencer!” came a small voice. He bolted out of the car to little Henry, who stood with his arms up, waiting on Spencer to lift him up. Spencer did just that. You smiled and began to walk toward the door to the house. You heard a whistle from behind you.
"Dang, mama! Who’re you trying to impress tonight?!” Derek laughed. You turned to face him and shook your head as you walked away.
When you walked inside, you were greeted with hugs and peppered with kisses. Penelope was already drunk and Emily was pretty buzzed. It was quite the show. The party was great. But while everyone was out dancing and eating, you and Spencer had drifted outside with some whiskey.
You didn’t remember too much. You were stumbling all over the place. Spencer laughed at your drunkenness. You got less than an inch away from his face. You didn’t know whether the whiskey smell was coming from him or you. You began to plant sloppy kisses all over his face. He pulled you closer and began grabbing around you. This went on for what seemed like only minutes.
"Getcha some, Pretty Boy!” you heard Derek yell, drunkenly. You began to laugh really loudly, with some snorting. Spencer shook his head.
"I think we are going to head out!” he yelled toward Rossi, who was now at the door. He nodded his head and lifted his glass.
"To the lovebirds!” he cheered. Glasses that belonged to JJ, Penelope, Emily, Hotch, and Derek raised around. Spencer rolled his eyes and began to carry you to the car.
"Hey, Spence? Baby?” you mumbled.
"Hm?” he said, stopping to look at you.
"I love you, my handsome man.” your words spilled out, drunkenly. He chuckled and nodded his head.