i am starting my poem with roses are red violets are blue

All I really want to do is mend
Every soul that needs a friend
Each and every beating heart
Can I spread peace and joy through art?
Chaos proliferating all around, There’s hateful protesting in every town
The earth is trembling & voices too
Signs held high
They loved once, just like you
Don’t give up, Mama said
How blessed you are to read the news from your bed
I’m crying in bed wrapped in my silky duvet
600 thread count, who am I to complain? I’m living in euphoria amidst the chaos that remains
I spent last Tuesday beneath the rising sun
While a terrorist was online shopping for a gun
I ask for your forgiveness. Because I know I can do more
There’s children in Aleppo who don’t know life without war
While bombs went off and families said their final goodbyes, I was at peace, under cotton candy skies
Waves crashed as I sipped red wine
While rates of violence, terrorism, and human suffering took a massive incline
It’s time I turn my prayers into actions. Damnit, please stop bombarding civilians
Let us plant seeds of peace and love for generations to come
And if we all start accepting and understanding our differences, one day those seeds will blossom
Let us cherish the times we hear “Honey, I’m home” Before we’re forced to face the true meaning of being alone
Teach your mind to only look for the similarities. Show empathy and be a precious jewel through your rarities
If you spread anything but light, then why are you here? In a world with too much sadness and not enough cheer
In the Buddha’s words, “Happiness never decreases by being shared.”
I pray to god one day you can stop feeling scared
You have a purpose. You are the change you seek. You matter, you really do; and I dedicate this poem to you
Wherever you exist in this beautiful world, let my words be a hand to hold, reminding you, be brave and be bold
Harmonize love. This I know is the key. Everyone with a decent heart deserves to be free
It’s not about win or lose
Your strength and courage can do wonders when you try walking in someone else’s shoes
Don’t you ever forget the power of love
And may you live for the angels kissing you from up above
How do you want to be remembered? 
What will your legacy be?
To inspire one human to rise above hate, 
that in itself is enough for me
Prioritize your education.
When your knowledge on the world expands, your potential can only strengthen
Because through education the resources to make a difference are provided
To someday live in a world that’s not so divided
What makes you passionate, my dear?
Answer this question and infinite potential is near
I know there’s something within you. 
A match that’s waiting to be lit
And once it’s sparked the journey you’ll embark on will be one you’ll never quit
Roses are red
Violets are blue
America’s got a new president
And dear god I hope he’ll practice empathy too
—  “We Are All One” by Riley Burke

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could I request a Ikon reaction/scenario (whatever format u prefer 😊) to them confessing to their friend? - like if they would plan everything or if they would just randomly say it or would it be when they're drunk - like the situation and what would they say! *sorry if it's too specific!* really like ur blog 💕 thank u 🌼

I never realized how long these ones could be and I accidentally made mini scenarios but oh well :,) And I swear I wasn’t being biased towards anyone, I worked from top to bottom all day so the length of every member became longer as I got closer and closer to the maknaes :,( – As usual, I hope you enjoy :D - Erikah<3

Jinhwan is a romantic, honestly. But he’s a pretty casual guy. He would plan his confession for sure, but it would be a simple one. It a night where all the boys are out somewhere and you just happened to be free that night. Of course, he would invite you over to the dorms to eat some ramen and watch a drama series with him. How could you say no? Of course, you come over comfortable and ready to sit on the floor. As the drama started, you noticed that it was your favorite romantic comedy where it got steamy at times. It sometimes even made you flustered just watching it. How did he know it was your favorite drama? Who even knew that you watched this? As you turned to ask him, he was staring at you with a small smile starting to pull on the corner of his lips. “How did I know?” *nod* “Well, if I recall correctly, a little birdie told me that you had a crush on me. But wanna know what else?” “What is it?” “I like you too, ____.” The expression on your face said it all. You were a blushing mess, covering yourself up from him as he chuckled and reached over to remove your hands from over your face. And there it was, he gave you a simple kiss on the lips. As much as you wanted to pull away, you lingered longer. And soon enough, you felt his hands travel to your waist, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled away. “So, how about we reenact the scenes from the drama hm?” oh my god i’m so inlove with this concept tho so simple and ifalwirhbvfqherjb

Yunhyeong strikes to me as an unusual confessor. He would try to find all the unique and kinda weird ways to confess his crush on you. He was 100% ecstatic to find that you felt the same way about him. And so, the way he confessed to you was time consuming, but it was all worth it. It was maybe about ten days before your birthday and everyday leading up to your birthday, there was a random bouquet of flowers along with a card that said a sweet poem on it (things like the “roses are red, violets are blue. even if it’s winter, these flowers bloom beautifully like you” sappy shit). The card would even countdown on the days to your birthday at the top, but it would never have a name on it. But on the day of your actual birthday, there was no bouquet but card that gave you a location for your birthday dinner. It wasn’t a place you recognized as you searched it up. So instead, you went off to the restaurant. It seemed so pricey and expensive, who is even able to afford all of this for you? It’s your special day after all, as one would say. But you noticed that the mysterious person wasn’t there as you gave a name to a hostess who didn’t recognize the name in the reservations, but offered to reserve a table. The person left a phone number on the card, recognizing that this was Yunhyeong’s phone. And so, you called the number, tapping your foot as you waited for the line to connect. Just as it connected, Yunhyeong came through the door, a bouquet in hand with his other holding the phone close to his ear. He was smiling widely at you and as he held the phone close to his ear. “Hey ____?” “Huh?” “I really like you.” And to say the least, that was the best birthday ever.

Bobby is the type to just say it when he feels it’s right. The mood doesn’t have to be romantic or “perfect”, but when it’s the right timing. After a long and absolutely horrid day at work/school, you just wanted to stay home and rest up trying not to write an angry email, worst Friday ever. However, Jiwon wanted to change that. It was starting to get dark that day, but you got comfortable and walked over to meet him at a random corner of the park. You two started to just take a walk, talking about the day you’ve had and why it sucked. It eventually went off to going to convenience stores and snacking on whatever you bought to walking in the streets of the city, screaming and having fun like you were back in high school. By the time the fun started dying out, it was late, maybe 4 am. You took a train home, and luckily there was no one else in the car with you. You were half asleep on the ride home trying not to fall asleep on the bench, seeing as Jiwon is still clearly awake. He wasn’t trying to keep you awake at all, instead holding you up against his shoulder so you wouldn’t bang your head against the glass. He wouldn’t even hesitate to compliment how pretty you looked falling asleep. “____, how dare you look so beautiful.” “What do you mean…” “You being half asleep is the cutest thing in the world.” “So am I not cute when I’m not half-asleep?” “You’re more than just cute, ____. You’re smart too. And pretty hot.” “Jiwon!” He would only chuckle, giving you a kiss on the temple of your head. “I really like you so much, ____. You know that?” OK I MADE THIS MORE INTO A DATE THING THAN CONFESSION BUT OH WELL KIM JIWON 

Hanbin is the type to have it all planned out and delicately placed, until he got drunk off his ass one night. He has this perfect and romantic confession for you that would have you blown off your own two feet. And then he saw you with a guy on the streets, holding his hand and giving him so much affection. Now don’t get me wrong, he isn’t the person who drinks his problems away. It just happens to be that on the night out with the boys, there was alcohol and one thing happened after another and there you are, carrying him to your apartment alone while everyone else was having fun. Not that you didn’t mind carrying him home, but it didn’t help your case that he was swearing someone off while mumbling. Finally in your living room, you dropped him onto the couch and got up to wash up and get ready for bed. But Hanbin’s grip on your waist didn’t let up, he kept you tight around him. “Hanbin, I need to pee.” “I don’t care, I won’t let you go~” “You will if I call the police.” “Yeah right, jagi~” “What?” “Wait, ____. We’re not even together yet!” He at the time would drunkenly confess to you, how jealous of how close you are to that guy on the street earlier, and soon enough he passed out on your couch. The next morning, he had a painful hangover and attempted to go home before he saw you. Until you came into the living room and took care of him. “So, you accidentally confessed while drunk last night.” “What? No! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! I had everything planned out!” “Calm down, you might give yourself another headache.” “Yah yah, whatever…” He would let you do your thing, sitting in silence. It became a little awkward as there was no noises, except for the A/C that would try to break the silence. He finally spoke up as you finished up. “Listen, ____. I really like you. I didn’t mean to tell you all those things last night. Do you still like me even after seeing me that way?” “Do you think I would be doing this if I didn’t like you? Of course I do! I was only waiting for you to say that you felt the same.”

Donghyuk is also another accidental confessor. Only because you were being sneaky as hell. He did have a big fat crush on you. He liked you alot. But he didn’t plan to confess to you or anything, he just thought that he wouldn’t have any chance on asking you out. Your favorite hobby to do with him was watching movies until the crack of dawn. He invited you over to the dorm to watch a couple movies with him since he hasn’t seen them in awhile. And who were you to say no? Movie marathons were the best with him since he gave the best cuddles and made the best movie snacks. As usual, you went off into the dorms in the most comfortable outfit in your whole closet and sat on the couch next to him as he started up the discs. The movies would be romcom or horror to drama and indie. And the final one he set up was your favorite romantic-comedy indie movie, something like Juno. You wanted to stay up and watch it for the upteenth time, yet you fell asleep with his arms wrapped around your waist as you laid your body ontop of his. He didn’t realize you two were in the position until the movie started to roll up it’s ending credits. But he didn’t pull away, instead he sunk into the comfortable position and held you even tighter. He started to even talk to himself. “Gosh ____. Why do you do this to me? Why are you so pretty. I wish you can see me he way I see you. Argh, I like you so much… Why is it so hard to even tell you that.” “Well you just said it.” “Huh?! You were awake?” He thought he was alone, he didn’t realize that you were awake this whole time. Then suddenly it would sink in that he was unintentionally confessing to you, making him go into a bit of a panic. “You must’ve heard me…” “Yeah, I did.” “I had to sound like a lovesick idiot. I didn’t mean for it to go that direction.” “If you think you sound like an idiot, you should hear me talk about you. And you wanna know something?” “What is it,” he asked with a small smile tugging at his lips, desperate to match the happy and sheepish expression on your face. “I like you too, Donghyuk. Alot.” Watching Juno or The Perks of Being A Wallflower with Donghyuk would be amazing as he held me ugh i’m in love

Junhoe is someone to plan out a date, but he didn’t plan to confess his crush on you. It’s kinda hard for him to show off his feelings, he’s just that way. Which is why his confession is difficult for him to get out. Junhoe really likes you, he just really struggles to find the words for it. And so, he proposed an idea that you two drive out to the woods and just sit and look at the stars (let’s pretend he knows how to drive ok calm tf down). The drive was pretty quiet on his end, but he loved hearing you talk about your day. He loved the sound of your voice and how you emphasized words to make your point. He found it adorable. Once finding the spot in the woods where there was a clearing, he parked the car in the center, helping you get out of the car before he sat on the hood. But not before turning the stereo and playing a CD he made the night before. It was compiled with all your favorite love songs, a couple of his own, and some slow edm/vaporwave-ish kind of music. Sitting on the hood of course you observed the stars that sprinkled the dark blue sky and the moon that hid behind the tall tree tops. It was so dark, but at the same time was illuminated. But the night would not be complete if there wasn’t an intellectual conversation about the moon or why we contemplate existence. Everything was so perfect to him, but atlast. You started falling sleep on the hood as the deep, thumping bass and calm melody and harmonies lulled you to sleep. Junhoe had no choice but to carry you into the car himself, buckling you up and shutting the door so he could drive you home. All he was left with was the CD and your soft snoring sounds. He admired you in your sleep. He thought you were so beautiful. As he pulled up into the drive way of your house, he turned to look at you, still peaceful in your sleep. But it didn’t take long for you to wake up as he shook you and told you to get up. And as you woke, you realized his face was so close to yours, his hand grabbing gently at your shoulder with his breath brushing down your neck. He looked so perfect just staring at you. But even what happened next surprised you and him both. Your lips touched, and you lingered longer there as the music played throughout the speakers of the car softly. The only time he pulled away was just to say, “Why am I so in love with you? I like you so much, ____…” so hella detailed and shit i’m weak for this 2000 highschool movie concept it fits him so well for me idk what this is

Chanwoo is a shy boy and is most likely not much of the romantic type. He knows nothing of seducing or anything like that, especially to his crush who is his best friend. But he does have his own charms, and that’s what makes his confession so special. He would probably go to the park and just lay there as he thought intellectually. Like what would happen if he just man up and confessed to you. Or what would life be like if he didn’t and let you be with another person. He was deep in his own world that he wouldn’t even notice you rolling under the tree with him, poking at him and giving him a wide smile. When he did notice, he would be pretty shocked. “Oh my god! _____, when did you get here?” “Question is, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with the boys?” “Why, can’t a guy just go to the park and relax?” “Not if the guy was as tall as that tree.” He would take this time to talk to you, what were you up to, what assignments you finished up at work/school, what was the latest topic of drama and gossip. After all, he wanted to know that you were doing ok and you were fine and well. But as he listened, his own thoughts over powered your voice. As he got absorbed in his own world, you noticed and tried to get his attention. Everything from playful nicknames to pokes on his arm or stomach. “Yah! Jung Chanwoo, you still there?” “…Huh?” “What’s up with you? You seem to be bothered by something.” “It’s nothing, I promise.” “The ‘I promise’ doesn’t sound promising. C’mon, I won’t judge you for anything. I’m your best friend for a reason” He wouldn’t even know what to do in this situation, he would just bite his lip in hopes that you didn’t notice anything. Now that you saw him nervous, he can’t hide it anymore. He saw this as a chance of now or never. “Well… I was thinking about you.” “… Keep going?” “_____, I think I’m in love with you?” Your eyes widened. You couldn’t say anything or even move from your spot on the grass. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.” “How come I didn’t know?” “Well,think about it this way. Would you tell your crush you liked them?” “I would now that he’s made the first move.” “…Huh?” “You idiot, I like you too. I always have. I mean, isn’t it pretty obvious?” “Not really, you’re pretty expressionless~” “And you say you like me, hehe~” Of course, even if he was your crush, the best friend vibe was still there. But what made it the best feeling in the world is that he liked you as much as you liked him. If love was a drug and this is what it felt like, you would be stuck on it. THIS ONE IS SO LONG SO MUCH DIALOGUE HOLY SHIT

All I really want to do is mend
Every soul that needs a friend
Each and every beating heart
Can I spread peace and joy through art?
Chaos proliferating all around, There’s hateful protesting in every town
The earth is trembling & voices too
Signs held high
They loved once, just like you
Don’t give up, Mama said
How blessed you are to read the news from your bed
I’m crying in bed wrapped in my silky duvet
600 thread count, who am I to complain? I’m living in euphoria amidst the chaos that remains
I spent last Tuesday beneath the rising sun
While a terrorist was online shopping for a gun
I ask for your forgiveness. Because I know I can do more
There’s children in Aleppo who don’t know life without war
While bombs went off and families said their final goodbyes, I was at peace, under cotton candy skies
Waves crashed as I sipped red wine
While rates of violence, terrorism, and human suffering took a massive incline
It’s time I turn my prayers into actions. Damnit, please stop bombarding civilians
Let us plant seeds of peace and love for generations to come
And if we all start accepting and understanding our differences, one day those seeds will blossom
Let us cherish the times we hear “Honey, I’m home” Before we’re forced to face the true meaning of being alone
Teach your mind to only look for the similarities. Show empathy and be a precious jewel through your rarities
If you spread anything but light, then why are you here? In a world with too much sadness and not enough cheer
In the Buddha’s words, “Happiness never decreases by being shared.”
I pray to god one day you can stop feeling scared
You have a purpose. You are the change you seek. You matter, you really do; and I dedicate this poem to you
Wherever you exist in this beautiful world, let my words be a hand to hold, reminding you, be brave and be bold
Harmonize love. This I know is the key. Everyone with a decent heart deserves to be free
It’s not about win or lose
Your strength and courage can do wonders when you try walking in someone else’s shoes
Don’t you ever forget the power of love
And may you live for the angels kissing you from up above
How do you want to be remembered?
What will your legacy be?
To inspire one human to rise above hate,
that in itself is enough for me
Prioritize your education.
When your knowledge on the world expands, your potential can only strengthen
Because through education the resources to make a difference are provided
To someday live in a world that’s not so divided
What makes you passionate, my dear?
Answer this question and infinite potential is near
I know there’s something within you.
A match that’s waiting to be lit
And once it’s sparked the journey you’ll embark on will be one you’ll never quit
Roses are red
Violets are blue
America’s got a new president
And dear god I hope he’ll practice empathy too
—  gypsies-paradise, “We Are All One” by Riley Burke

Ok but hear me out.

One day at 3 am Nursey texts Dex poetry, and it just becomes a habit. At first it was standard prose that alot of people know, but then it starts to be a few romantic versus every so often.

At the end of the second month. Nursey starts sending his own poems. The whole time Dex doesn’t bring it up so Nursey just continues to text him late at night and when he first wakes up in the morning.

Cue Dex sending Nursey this at like 5 am.
“Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
If you tell me to chill,
Then i won’t kiss you.”

You know he was freaking out the whole time. Then Nursey races over to Dex’s dorm where he finds Dex passed out since he stayed up all night trying to write that poem. Then unleash all the cute boyfriend feels.

syna-esthesia  asked:

25."Can I tell you a secret?" Hopelight ;)

Over the past year or so, Serah had gotten used to finding Hope over at her sister’s house. Honestly, even at the beginning, she hadn’t been all that surprised. Those two just seemed made for each other.

Even they were both way too dense to realize it.

There were definitely times when Serah wanted to just lock them in a room together and wait until they talked out their feelings. Sometimes she was convinced that some girl would swoon all over poor Hope and drag him away from Lightning.

Now she was wondering if that would happen the other way around.

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BTS|How They Comfort You

Jin

Originally posted by go2bedjungkook

The first thing that would pop into his head would be to cook for you. You’d be lured to the kitchen by the delicious smell, but Jin would block you from entering. “No, go back to bed! You’ll get food in a few minutes.” Any attempts at persuading him would fail miserably; you’d stomp back to your bedroom and flop back down on the fluffy pillows with a sigh. A few minutes later the smell of Jin’s cooking would follow him down the hallway and he’d appear in the doorway with a huge smile, two plates piled high with food balanced in each hand. He’d gently place one into your outstretched hands and flop down beside you. “Normally I wouldn’t condone eating in bed, but my Jagi is sad so I’ll make an exception,” he’d say, tapping you on the nose and chuckling.

Yoongi

Originally posted by minsnuggles

Yoongi would be able to tell something was up the literal second you both woke up and he saw the huge frown on your face. When you grumpily told him you were fine you heard an audible sigh from behind you. You shrieked as a pair of arms dragged you back down. “Yoongi what the hell!” you’d exclaim.

Yoongi would merely chuckle at your reaction. “Neither of us will be going anywhere until you stop being grumpy.”

“Hmph, well I guess we're gonna be here a long time then.”

A small smirk would spread across Yoongi’s face. “Fine by me,” he’d mumble into your hair, pulling you closer to his chest. You’d roll your eyes but sigh, realizing escape was pretty much impossible.

Namjoon

Originally posted by yoonkooks

“Hmmm…Oh, I know what will cheer you up!” Namjoon would suddenly exclaim, jumping up from his place on the couch.

You’d look up from your book with a raised eyebrow. “Oh?”

Will a sly smirk Namjoon would bend forward on one knee. “I shall write a beautiful poem for my beautiful Jagi.”

With a sigh, you’d place your book to the side. “Okay go ahead,” you’d reply, resting your chin on both hands.

Namjoon would ignore your slightly annoyed tone and clear his throat, launching into a poem you could tell he made up on the spot. “Roses are red, Violets are blue, I love you Jagi, maybe later we can scre-”

His “beautiful” love poem would be cut off by your shocked gasp as you whipped him in the head with your book. “Namjoon that didn’t help at all!” you’d exclaim.

“If it didn’t help then why are you smiling?” 

“Because my boyfriend is an idiot,” you’d say, smiling as you shook your head. “Seriously, though, you so owe me later for making me listen to that…”

“Heh heh heh”

“NAMJOON STOP”

(I am so sorry but not really)

Hoseok

Originally posted by hoseokshit

When Hoseok saw how depressed you were his face would instantly turn serious. “Ah I see…well there is only one person who can fix this…”

You’d instantly start backing up, frightened of his devilish grin. “Don’t. Even. Think about it.” you’d say, prepared to defend yourself.

Hoseok would suck in a big breath and suddenly scream, “THE TICKLE MONSTERRRRR,” launching toward you with a maniacal laugh. 

You’d have no time to run; Hoseok would trap you in a corner and continuously assault your sides with tickles, ignoring your desperate pleas for him to stop. “Hoseok no stop please!” you’d shriek, kicking wildly and fighting to get away. 

When you finally escaped his grasp you’d hold up a hand for him to stop, both of you catching your breath. “Feel better now?” Hoseok would ask with a chuckle.

“If I say yes will you stop?”

“…Probably…”

“HOSEOK”

“OKAY FINE WHATEVER!”

Jungkook

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

He had suggested you take a shower since that always seemed to help clear your mind and you had agreed. A few minutes later when you had just finished drying your hair, you heard a peculiar noise coming from your living room. You figured Jungkook had just put on some music. However, you froze in the doorway of your living room, your mouth hung open in shock when you were met with a very cheery Jungkook sitting in front of a huge pillow fort, a huge stack of movies and anime placed out near him. He hummed idly as he fixed certain corners of the blanket, jumping when he turned to see you staring at him with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms. “Oh uh…tadaaaaa!” Jungkook exclaimed, gesturing to the scene as his cheeks went red. 

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence. A smile suddenly spread across your face as you shook your head and unfolded your arms, wrapping them around his neck in a hug. “Thank you Kookie” you mumbled, kissing him on the cheek.

Jimin

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

You nearly jumped two feet into the air when loud music suddenly blasted from your speakers. “GAH JIMIN WHAT THE HELL!” you screamed.

Jimin seemed to ignore your anger as he danced in, wiggling his arms and laughing loudly. “Ah cmon Jagi, I’m trying to cheer you up!” he exclaimed, shouting so he could be heard over the noise.

You continued to glare at him. “Not in the mood right no-HEY!”

You were cut off by Jimin yanking you off the couch, spinning you around with him. “Cmon Jagi dance with me!” he exclaimed, waving your arms around and laughing at your annoyed expression. You’d fight to remain annoyed with him however, you’d find his smile and cheeriness contagious, and would eventually find yourself dancing and laughing along.

Taehyung 

Originally posted by hugtae

“Look Tae, I’m just not in the best mood right now okay?” you’d say, fighting to keep your voice steady as you rubbed your sore eyes. After a moment, you’d open them again, jumping when you see Tae’s face inches away. “Jesus Tae, you scared me!” you’d exclaim.

Taehyung would ignore your reaction, scanning your face in worry. After a moment, he’d cock his head to the side, a small smile spreading across his face. “I know exactly what will make you feel better,” he’d say with a chuckle.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“MAH LOVE!” Tae would suddenly exclaim, jumping onto the couch next to you and grabbing your face, kissing every part he could reach. You’d squeal and try to push him away but his grip would be too strong/ “Mwah, mwah, mwah!” he’d say after each one. When he’d finally finish and release his grip the two of you would fall backward in a fit of giggles. “Feeling a bit better now Jagi?” he’d ask, looking at you hopefully. He’d give a cheer of delight when you silently nodded your head, attempting to hide your blush behind your hands.

hijacked-dandelions  asked:

Write a one-shot where Katniss gets anonymous tumblr valentine cards asking her to prom :)

hijacked-dandelions requested a specific Valentine’s Day drabble, and being the slacker that I am, I only got up to the last section before I realized I was moving and hadn’t packed a thing. So I posted the first part, which you can read here, then the second part, which you can read here, now I’ve combine the two in the prompt request! It is unbetad, so please forgive my errors.

The card(s) I reference can be found in this post by alljaneaustenallthetime. Thank you for making such brilliant cards! (And running a lovely blog to boot!) And the other one hijacked-dandelions tagged me in here. I do not own any of the Hunger Games, Jane Austen, Harry Potter, or the after mentioned cards. Or Princess Diaries, or any of the mentioned songs and artists.
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It’s a love story, baby, just say, ‘Yes.’

February 1st.

Katniss grimaced as she slowly turned her calendar to the new month, the date staring back at her.

The month of love had officially begun.

Grumbling unintelligible words as her phone buzzed in her back pocket, she glared at the text message notification.

Madge. Great. This’ll be good.

Madge: Soooooo….. Any plans for vday?!

Katniss rolled her eyes before typing her reply.

Katniss: Madge. I *just* turned my calendar over. Chill.

It wasn’t long after she sent the message that there was a reply. Katniss sighed as she sat down on the floor in front of the calendar, knowing any attempt at an activity would be futile due to rapid fire texts.

Madge: Oh, come on. Please tell me you have plans!

Katniss: Madge.

Madge: Please, please, please….

Katniss: You are being ridiculous.

Madge: Please??????????

Katniss: Fine. I have plans. I’m cutting my hair.

Madge: Oh hell no!

Just as Katniss expected her phone began to ring in record time with an incoming call.

Smiling as she answered, Katniss had to hold the phone away from her ear because of Madge’s yelling.

“You are not cutting your hair! Your hair is beautiful! I want your hair! You cut your hair, so help me…. I will dye my hair pink!”

“Madge.”

“What?!” She sounded exasperated, like Katniss had been poking her with a stick.

“I’m not cutting my hair.”

“Oh, thank goodness!” Madge sounded like she had just been cured of a disease.

“I also have no plans.”

“What?”

“I am perfectly content to sit on my couch and eat as much ice cream as I please while watching Game of Thrones by myself.”

“Katniss-”

“I will not conform to this stupid holiday made up by greeting card companies.”

Madge sighed. “What if someone asks you to the dance?”

“That is over two whole weeks away.”

“So you still have plenty of time!”

“Good bye, Madge.”

“Katniss-”

“I’m getting ready for school. I will see you soon!” She ended the call even though Madge was still talking. Rising to go take a shower, she glowered at the calendar. I hate February.

X-X-X

Katniss arrived at her locker to find Madge already at hers, conveniently located right beside her own.

As she spun the wheel to unlock the door, Madge looked at her with a mischievous smile.

Her lock clicking, Katniss looked at her friend cautiously, fearing whatever may lie waiting for her behind the locker door. “What?”

“You have a secret admirer.”

“How do you know?”

“I saw him slip something in your locker right before I got here.”

“Who?”

“I’m not saying.” Her smile was practically giddy.

“Who?!”

Madge slammed her own locker shut, clicking the lock. “Oh, come on. He’s a good guy. If it were a creep would I be so deliriously happy for you, Miss Anti-Cupid?”

Katniss shook her head in disbelief, mimicking Madge in a mocking tone as she opened the locker door. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t wince slightly, expecting something terrible.

But all she found was one of those ridiculous Valentine’s Day cards that were floating around tumblr. She had reblogged a set she deemed decent enough - A series of Jane Austen cards.

So not only was he an admirer, he was a stalker.

She chuckled as she read over the card despite herself. It was a picture of Captain Wentworth from Persuasion that said, “Fall for me and I’ll catch you this time.”

Above the text it said, “To: Katniss” and below it read, “From: ?”

Flipping it over she saw a poem written in scrolling font.

Let’s play a game,
Can you guess who I am?
If you don’t then I loose,
If you do, I’m a lucky man.

The next few cards,
Will each hold a part,
Of a riddle with the answer,
To the name of this beating heart.

Man, this stinks,
I swear they’ll get better.
Till then, I’ll bid you adieu,
And hope you can wait until the next letter.

P.S.

I swear I’m not crazy.

“Awwww!” Katniss jumped at the proximity of Madge’s voice, glaring at her as she rested her chin on Katniss’ shoulder. “He’s such a dork.”

X-X-X

The next day, Katniss opened her locker to find another card.

It was the second card from the same set on tumblr. A picture of Mr. Knightly from Emma that said, “I’d let you send out the invitations for my strawberry-picking party.” Addressed the same way - “To: Katniss, From: ?”

Flipping it over she found another poem.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I hear someone,
Has a crush on you.

I like to laugh,
I like to paint,
And if you want to know more,
You’ll just have to wait.

Katniss discreetly looked over each shoulder to see if someone was staring too intently, watching for a response.

She sighed when no one stood out, biting her lip to hide her smile. He knew her well enough to know she hated waiting.

X-X-X

The next day another card was waiting for her, this time making her smile.

“Ooooo! I wanna see!” Madge bounced on her toes beside Katniss.

This one was Edward Ferrars from Sense and Sensibility and said, “I must speak to you about my education.”

Katniss laughed out loud, snorting at the confused look Madge had.

Flipping it over she found the next clue.

You give in?
You ready to quit?
No? Didn’t think so.
You enjoy my sharp wit.

Seeing you smile,
With each card you find,
Makes my troubles melt away,
And leave all my worries behind.

“Oh, gosh. He’s such a dweeb.” Katniss glared at Madge. “What? Don’t tell me you are enjoying this, Katniss. I won’t allow it.” Madge winked at her, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Katniss looked back down at the card with a small smile. “I do. I’ll allow it.”

X-X-X

Katniss practically ran to her locker the next morning, surprised to see the letter already waiting for her inside.

“I think you are starting to have a crush,” Madge said, a sly smile on her face.

Katniss rolled her eyes and studied the card. It was Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice and said, “You’re handsome enough to tempt me.”

She chuckled lightly.

“Someone came up with an Austen set of those, huh?” a deep voice said from behind her.

Spinning around, wide eyed, she came face-to-chest with Peeta Mellark. Quickly tossing the card back into her locker, she blushed furiously, examining the floor with a scowl. “Ah, yeah. They are all over tumblr.”

“‘Tumblr’?” Peeta raised his eyebrows inquisitively.

“Yeah. A blogging site.”

“Oh, yeah! I have gotten a few recipes off of there, come to think of it. I just see the other cards friends show me. Finnick gave me one the other day with a picture of Neville from Harry Potter that said, ‘I long for your bottom.’”

Katniss snorted a laugh, covering it quickly with a cough.

Peeta smiled. Gesturing toward the card while walking backwards, “I think someone wrote something on the back for you.” And with that he turned and left.

Well, that was…. Odd.

Ducking as far into her locker as possible, she flipped the card over.

Good friends,
Are closer than you think.
And best friends,
Well, I’ll just end that with a wink.

We’re half way done with the set,
Oh no! What will we do?
I’ve got something planned,
But the question is, do you?

X-X-X

Card number five came the next day, but it didn’t show up until the last bell rang.

She sat through Mr. Abernathy’s class, still nothing.

Ms. Trinket - Nope.

Lunch - Nada.

Mr. Cinna - Zilch.

She had noticed Peeta wander in at lunch, limping slightly, and wearing long sleeves despite the weather. Other than that, her day was pretty uneventful ‘till she had given up all hope, only to find it there at the end of the day. She released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding until now.

This card was Mr. Elton from Emma, and read, “Your muslin would look even prettier on the floor.”

She smiled, wondering why this one, the one that caused her to blush the most also made her feel the best. Relieved almost. She flipped it over.

Sorry I was late,
Guess I got a little lazy.
I’m still not really sure,
Because with you, everything’s hazy.

Only three more left,
And you’ll have to wait ‘till Monday,
But you don’t mind, do you?
You look great today, by the way.

X-X-X

It was Saturday and also apparently the weekend that wouldn’t end.

Madge had some how coerced her in watching Princess Diaries 1 & 2.

Half way through the first one, Madge excused herself to the restroom when her phone buzzed on the coffee table. Katniss glanced at it to see none other than Peeta Mellark’s name.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she slid her thumb on the screen to unlock the phone.

Peeta: What’cha doin’?

Katniss worried her lip, debating whether to let it sit, or let him know Madge was away.

Katniss: Hey, it’s Katniss. Madge stepped out of the room for a minute. We’re just watching some chick flicks.

Peeta: Katniss Everdeen watches chick flicks? Well color me surprised!

Katniss: Ha-Ha. I’m just here for the free popcorn.

Peeta: What, no pastries? Movie night with no pastries? That’s like….. Like…. Movie night without pastries!

Katniss smiled.

Katniss: Ya don’t say?

Peeta: I’m fixing this. Give me 30 minutes.

Katniss: Is Peeta Mellark bringing baked goods to watch a chick flick?

Peeta: As a matter of fact I am. Just one question.

Katniss: What?

Peeta: Chocolate or vanilla?

X-X-X

Monday rolled around and Katniss practically sprinted to her locker, posters on the wall waving in her wake.

I’m Katniss Everdeen. I don’t do this. I’m a Senior in high school and I’m acting like I’m in elementary school. she chided herself, but quickly disregard her inner voice.

Today’s card was a different Frederick Wentworth from a different Emma and Emma, that read, “Wish I were cuddling with you.”

This poem was shorter.

Only two left!
Gasp! Can it be?
Bet you still don’t know,
Who in the hell is “me”.

X-X-X

It wasn’t until two days later that the next card came.

It was the Captain Wentworth from the first one, and said, “You’re a little altered, but I still know it’s you.”

I hear there is a dance this Saturday.
Are you going to go?
Because if you are,
I sure would like to know.

X-X-X

The last one came two days later on Friday, and was of Mr. Collins from a different Pride and Prejudice, saying, “Just let me tell you what we could achieve through intercourse.”

Katniss laughed out loud, remembering that awkward scene. It was one of her favorites.

At the dance tomorrow,
Meet me at midnight.
Up on the roof,
The stars our only light.

X-X-X

Katniss read over the line over and over again.

At the dance tomorrow,
Meet me at midnight.
Up on the roof,
The stars our only light.

“That is tomorrow!” Madge nearly screamed at Katniss.

“I know,” Katniss glowered at her friend.

“We have to get you a dress! And shoes! And makeup!”

“Madge-”

“No.” She held a finger up in front of Katniss’ face, causing her to go a little cross eyed as she glared at it. “We are going shopping. No ‘if’s, ‘and’s, or ‘but’s.”

“Fine,” Katniss huffed. Resistance was futile.

“And you are going to look damn good.”

X-X-X

As if the parade of the endless pile of dresses Madge had shoved into her hands wasn’t bad enough, Gale had tagged along.

Sure, he was Madge’s boyfriend, and sure he was Katniss’ oldest friend, but that’s not why he was here. No. He had heard that Katniss was going shopping for a dress and he cut Madge off with a mischievous look at Katniss. “Katnip? In a dress? Oh, I’ve gotta see this.”

And he didn’t even get bored. He seemed to enjoy it.

Katniss would come out after putting on the next atrocity on a hanger Madge had sent in with her, and she and Gale would judge it like a game show.

“Eh, I don’t know, Madge. That much leg showing is hot, but the neck line is all wrong.”

“Yeah…. And I don’t really like the color on you, Katniss. Sorry! Next!”

Katniss rolled her eyes as she stalked back into the tiny room, smiling despite herself once the door was locked. Her friends were having fun. Even if it was at her expense, their smiles made up for it.

The next one she walked out in, she was tugging at the strapless top self consciously, stilling suddenly and looking up when she didn’t hear the immediate commentary.

She was greeted by dumbstruck faces.

“That bad, huh?”

“No, that good. Katnip, you’re breathtaking.”

Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, she turned to Madge, her scowl quickly melting into raised eyebrows in surprise.

"If you don’t buy that dress, Katniss, I’m gonna kill you.”

X-X-X

She had walked around in the heels Madge had picked out the rest of that night.

She was finally getting the hang of it, strutting down the hall in confidence when she passed her little sister’s open door, stilling just passed the entryway, and walking backwards with her eyebrows knit together.

“Why are you smiling?”

Prim just grinned back at her. “What’s his name?”

Her scowl deepened as she turned toward her sister. “Who?”

“Katniss Everdeen is in high heels with a dress in a bag slung over her arm the day before a dance. There has gotta be a reason.”

Katniss glanced down at the dress that was indeed over her arm. She was on her way to hang it up when Prim’s twinkly eyes had stopped her. She felt a blush coming on, and couldn’t shrug the small smile. “Oh, you noticed?”

“You’re walking like an elephant. Yes. I noticed.”

Katniss snapped her head back up to look at her sister, her eyes wide. “I walk like an elephant?”

“Not anymore. Don’t worry. You’re figuring it out. Want me to help you? Years of dance class finally paid off.”

Shrugging and nodding a small nod, Katniss held up the dress. “You like it?”

Prim’s smile was the brightest yet. “I love it. Just don’t go getting any cooties on it. Now, come on, my Elephant friend. And before you make any jokes, I may be your Little Duck, but I do not walk like one.”

X-X-X

Before slipping into the dress, Katniss glanced at the tag. Cinna Designs. Well, this Cinna sure knew what the hell he was doing.

Her mother helped her zip up the back and met her eyes in their reflection in the mirror. “You look beautiful, Katniss.”

Katniss looked down at her feet as she wiggled on her heels. “Mom, you have to say that.”

“But I don’t.” Her father appeared in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear.

“Give it to me straight, dad.”

“You sure?”

Katniss nodded, wincing when her hair pulled tight as her mother braided it into a fancy updo.

“You are not pretty.” He took a step into the room, Katniss beginning to narrow her eyes at him. “You are not beautiful.” She was full on scowling now. He was within an arms distance now, and he reached out, placing a hand gently on her shoulder, giving a small squeeze. “You are as radiant as the sun.”

She smiled at her father’s softly spoken words. Glancing up to her mother once again in the reflection, she saw her hair was done and her mother had backed away, tears brimming in her eyes despite her smile she had tucked away under her hand.

Looking at her reflection, she hardly recognized herself.

The floor length red satin gown was very form fitting, had a strapless, sweetheart neck line, and a slit up the left side that stopped mid thigh, showing off the shoes Madge had spent an hour picking out, and flowing into a small train at the back.

As much as she looked like a stranger, beneath all the makeup and hairspray, she still saw what her father saw. Her spark. Her fire. Herself.

X-X-X

It was a quarter to midnight, and Katniss tapped her foot anxiously from her seat at the table.

She had turned down about a dozen requests to dance. Put on a dress and watch ‘em drool, Madge had said after the fifth request.

She was about to make her way up to the roof early when someone tapped her shoulder.

She steeled herself, promising she wouldn’t yell and make the poor guy cry like she had to Cato.

She turned around expecting Sleaze ball number thirteen, but instead was greeted by the kind blue eyes of Peeta Mellark.

“I love this song,” he grinned down at her, his lopsided smile making her stomach do funny things.

“Yeah, me too.” She didn’t even hear a song, her heart was beating so wildly. Slowly she heard Taylor Swift’s ‘How You Get The Girl’ playing it’s closing notes and fading into ‘Something Stupid’ sung by Michael Bublé and Reese Witherspoon.

He held out his hand to her, placing the other behind his back, bowing slightly at the waist. “Care to dance, m’lady?”

That stupid grin. Those stupid eyes. This wonderful man.

“Yes.” She took his hand with a small, shy smile.

They made their way to the dance floor, swaying to the song, the appropriate distance from one another. He didn’t try to pull her close like Darius had. That was the first and last dance she had accepted until now.

Until now.

She felt herself melting into him, laying her head over his heart and listening to it’s beat. She felt him rest his chin on the top of her head and she smiled.

She began to hum along absentmindedly, stopping once she caught herself.

“Please don’t stop,” his voice vibrated in her ear.

“What?” Her voice was small, timid even.

“I love when you sing.”

She pulled back, looking up into his eyes. “When have you heard me sing?”

Was that a blush?

“Ah. Well, uh. This is going to sound stalkerish and ruin the whole mood, but when we were five.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Here at school.”

Katniss simply nodded, changing the subject as she tucked into his chest once again. “I have a secret admirer. I’m used to ‘stalkerish’.”

He tensed slightly then chuckled. “I don’t think that is ‘stalkerish’.”

“Then what do you think it is?”

“Exactly what the lyrics of this song are. Essentially the person has all these ideas, all these plans, and wants you in them, but you are such a big part of their life, they don’t want to ruin even the start of something by saying something stupid…. Like I love you.”

X-X-X

Katniss had laughed as he had sung the last words along with the song before glancing at a clock and seeing it was thirty seconds to midnight.

After they parted ways she quickly sprinted up the stairs and to the roof, dodging the janitor along the way.

She was alone when she got there.

A minute passed.

Two.

Three, four, five.

Her heart began to sink when something hit her shoulder. Looking down at the ground surrounding her, she felt a ping again. And again.

Someone was tossing pebbles up at her.

She stormed over to the edge, expecting it to be Gale. “You’re aim sucks-“

She stopped short when she saw Peeta grinning from ear to ear with a handful of pebbles.

Looking both ways before using an exaggerated whisper, Peeta held his arms wide as he looked up at her. “Rapunzle, Rapunzle, with hair so divine, come down to me; climb down the vine!”

He’s stealing lines from the movies we watched at Madge’s. Two can play at that game.

She glanced at the vine covered wall, before looking back to him with a smirk. “The feat you ask, dear sir, isn’t easy. And I won’t fall for that line; it’s far too cheesy.”

He held up a picnic basket. “I have cheese buns.”

She bit her lip while she debated. Finally tossing her shoes down, she grinned. “Give me a minute.”

When she landed on both feet on the ground, she turned to face a disappointed looking Peeta.

“What?”

“You didn’t fall like she did in the movie.”

She hesitated. “No. I’m much less clumsy than she is.”

“No, well, yes, but, no, you see I wanted to catch you and then quote one of those silly cards I gave you and say, ‘Fall for me and I’ll catch you this time.’.”

Katniss smiled.

“What?” Peeta looked baffled.

“You were gonna say something stupid…. Like I love you.”

TITLE: THE STARING GAME

Member: J-Hope/Hoseok
Type: Romantic Fluff
Word Count: 725
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You stare into deep, warm, cozy brown eyes that you once only used to see on your Instagram feed. “Hoseokie, why do you like playing the staring game so much?” you say as you surrender and blink. You guys don’t see each other often like normal couples, often ever 2 weeks and every time, he asks to play the staring game.

You pout, “You always win anyway…” Laughing, he pats your head and shrugs. He simply says, “I played it as a kid so I guess it carried over.” Yoongi walks into the room only to turn around immediately. “여러분! (Y/N) 있어!” You nudge Hoseok and nod toward Yoongi. “What did he say?” you ask him. You started learning Korean recently but people still speak too fast for you to understand.

Hoseok retorts something back at Yoongi before turning to you and replying, “Nothing. Just let everyone know you’re here.” The door opens just enough for Taehyung to pop his head in. “Hey, (Y/N)!” You smile and wave him over. Taehyung always says hi and talks to you whenever you come over. Even though people make him out to be quirky, he carries a sense of comfort with him.

If you had to choose a best friend out of the group and it couldn’t be Hoseok, it would definitely be Taehyung. Getting up, Hoseok stretches for a moment before walking toward the door. “I’m gonna grab some chips and coke. Want some?” Hoseok turns back to ask. You ponder for a second then clap your hands together.

“Can you make me some instant ramen? Pleaseeeee?” You plead, making puppy dog eyes. Hoseok smiles and rolls his eyes. “Anything for you, (Y/N),” he dramatically says. After he leaves, you whip around toward Taehyung. “Tae, I have a question,” you begin. Taehyung folds his arms and holds up a hand to stop you.

“No (Y/N). I will not tell you Hyung’s secrets,” he states. “Okay fine…” You sigh, “All I wanted to know is why he likes playing the staring game with me.” Taehyung snorts, “That’s just an excuse every guy uses to stare at a girls face.” His eyes widen and mouth forms an O shape. “Oops.”

You hug Taehyung around the shoulders. “I knew I could rely on you Tae-oppa. Gomawoyo!!” You giggle. Suddenly a strong arm wraps around your waist and yanks you into their lap. Hoseok places a hand on your chin, turning you to face him. “Ya, I wasn’t gone long enough for you move on already,” he jokes.

You push him playfully away. “I was just talking to Taehyung and gave him a friendly hug,” you shrug. Hoseok rolls his eyes dramatically, “Is a hug between a man and woman ever just a ‘friendly hug’?” Noticing that he was third-wheeling, Taehyung slips away while Hoseok continues to tease you.

“Yeah better be faster with that ramen next time or I’ll ask Tae to play the staring game with me,” you wink. He cocks his head and suspiciously asks, “Why that game?” You look him straight in the eye and smirk. “Isn’t the only reason you play it with me is to look at my face?”

His face turns into one of disappointment. “How can he call himself a man if all he does is spill our secrets…” he mutters. “Ah ha! Caught red handed!” You laugh and poke at him. He unclenches and clenches his fist a few times. Hoseok moves you off of his lap then started to get up. “I think Taehyung and I need to have a talk.”

Laughing, you pull him back down and see a smile crack through his serious façade. You punch him on the arm likely, “Pabo, if you wanted to look at me, there’s these things called ‘pictures’.” He shrugs, “Roses are red, Violets are blue, I’m really greedy, because I have you.” You stand on your knees to place your forehead against his.

“Roses are red, Violets are blue, you’re so cheesy, but sadly I am too,” you roll your eyes. You start to move away before he places his hands on your face and guide you back. He smiles, “I have one last poem okay?” Hoseok gently kisses your lips before continuing.

“Roses are red, Violets are blue, I’ll never love someone the way I love you.”

** Credits to owner on the last poem! I saw it on IG and thought it was cute but it had no author name! **