On May 16th 2015 I tried to kill myself by swallowing 3 bottles of pills and it was the biggest mistake of my life. You’ve got one shot, and this is it. I know your world may be confusing and extremely hard right now but the chaos is worth living through, I promise. Nobody can predict the future, but I know for a fact that the overwhelming sadness buried deep inside your chest will fade away to nothing and one day you will be happy. You will love life so much. I know it’s hard to see the light when you’re surrounded by darkness but I swear to you that it’s there, you get closer to it everyday that you wake up and give life another try. No pain lasts forever, and your worst days only last 24 hours. Your life is precious, don’t ever think its not. Please keep fighting, take it day by day.
Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au
Pairing: Reader x Hoseok
Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.
Warnings: Swearing (guess it’s a little late for that though whoops I’ll just put that in the tags), food mention
A/N: Inspired by a debate between @botanistlester, @insanityplaysfics, and some anons on Phanfiction Catalogue about whether Dan or Phil would propose. I, um, might have been one of those anons btw (*cough* #TeamEliza *cough*). I hope this serves as an acceptable compromise.
Dan doesn’t bother to look away from the episode of Steven
Universe they’re watching, acknowledging his boyfriend only with a noncommittal
sound somewhere between a hum and a grunt. Phil’s using his ‘idea’ voice, and
as it’s barely past ten in the morning and Dan was up pacing the lounge until
nearly five, he has neither the energy nor the mental capacity to pay attention
to anything more complicated than cartoons right now. He pops another spoonful
of cereal into his mouth and hopes whatever Phil has to say is brief.
(He gets his wish).
“Marry me?” Phil says in the exact same tone he used last
week when he suggested that they go miniature golfing in the middle of a typical
Reader x F*ckboi!Yoongi ft. Taehyung Synopsis: A little end of the year party tradition gets taken too far. Genre: Smutty, Angst Word Count: 7.1k Part 1 of 2
“No! It’s not happening.”
“C'mon. It’s harmless. Seriously, it’d be like a chill thing.”
“No, Yoongi. There’s no way I’m doing that.”
“Why not? There’s seriously no ill feelings behind it, I only need them for a little bit and then you’ll get it back.”
“Why can’t you take no for an answer, Loser. I’m not giving you my underwear. Bye.”
Yoongi sighed as he followed you outside of the house party to the backyard. The music pounded through the walls from inside, blaring fast beats and obscene profanities, echoing past numerous houses down the street. The cold air hit your cheeks that were tinted red from the alcohol and the heat of the copious amounts of bodies ‘bumping and grinding’ on one another.
Even outside, the yard was filled with scattered groups and couples. Each of them drinking from those infamous red, plastic cups, taking hits off of each others blunts, or connected to their partners lips. Pushing past them was no easy task, consistently bumping into intoxicated bodies as you made your way to the empty swinging loveseat.
You ran your hand through your hair as you sat, attempting to catch a breath. The party was suffocating. It seemed as though people flooded every room, corner, crevice and pocket the household had. The bathroom; occupied by two girls from your Literature class going down on the All-Star Quarterback whose only response to the disturbance was “Do you wanna join?”
The bedrooms were either locked and if they weren’t you wouldn’t dare go into them anyways. Oh no, you’d learned your lesson the first time you’d ever gone to a house party of this size. Turns out, High Schoolers were a lot kinkier than you could ever have thought.
Any other room was full of people trying too hard to impress their peers when in the end it didn’t even matter. You never saw the point in these fiascos. High School lasts 4 years and then it’s over with and you don’t ever see these people again. They weren’t important to you in the long run.
So, why were you here in the first place? Well you could thank your 'best friend’ for that. Park Jimin. After well, years, of begging for you to try another party saying, “It won’t be like the first one, I promise. I won’t leave your side and we’ll have fun, just the two of us, okay?” He finally got you to agree to try it once more making him swear he really wouldn’t leave you alone at any point during the party. But, here he was; weak as a kitten as soon as his ex walked in, begging for some alone time to 'talk’.
Harry nervously asked as he sat from the edge of the bed, your possible reaction making him even more nervous and anxious even if you haven’t said anything, your figure sat on the office chair that isn’t facing him.
“I — I told you it was only for a skit. S-someone had this idea to make the mark — the hickey, to be as real as possible. Then well uhm, James called-…”
He went quiet when you finally turned, your hands clasped tightly with a rigid look on your face that made Harry’s breath hitch.
“Then why did you let Kendall mark you?”
From what he’s hearing, it didn’t count as a question, but instead, it came off as a harsh statement bluntly asking him why he let someone, someone who isn’t you, put a mark on him.
“I — I wasn'y thinking.”
Harry unknowingly found himself stuttering even if he was telling the absolute truth, his heart pounding against its confines.
“You sure didn’t do.”
You emphasized, slowly walking to his position which was torture for him, a breathy grunt escaping his lips once you sat on his lap facing him, your legs latched at his waist.
Harry closed his eyes shut, not lying when he says he broke onto a cold sweat once you stayed silent that made him not know what you’re thinking of, mixed with the intense dark stare you’re giving him which he couldn’t go past every single time.
“It’s so fucking unfair.”
Your finger slowly trailed from the back of his ear agonizingly until it stopped on his exposed chest, his breathing faltering with him shuddering at your simple touch.
And he isn’t lying either when he says he’s turned on by the change of your voice and words, the very thought itself of you being the dominant to him brought his goodebumps but now that it’s unfolding right on him, he swears he’s never been on this much pain and anticipation until now.
“She gets to mark you,” you bitterly started off, your hand slowly going through his hair that made him swalow thickly, his hard-on being harder to handle once you pulled his hair.
“And I don’t?”
Harry tried to choke down his moans once your thumb harshly went over the small red mark on his neck, not being able to hold them in any longer even if it’s the massive effect of your words on him.
“So, the answer to your question — I’m not mad.”
He’s squirming once your lips brushed over his ear, a little whine being heard as he now couldn’t deny the desperation on him, all the pain being put on him as he’s the one tonight who’ll be begging.
“I’m just furious.”
He threw his head back, being honest once he admits he’s wrapped around your finger.
Harry moaned once your lips were on his, the torture being him following your lead, your tongue lapping against his own with your lips detaching once every few seconds for brief moments made him long for the touch and the feeling he’s obsessed with.
You stopped, your intense gaze on him making him submissively go back until his head was mere inches from the headboard lying down, his bulge being more than prominent once you sat on his crotch again.
“Please — fuck, no. Don’t stop.”
You mockingly frowned, cooing at Harry who’s eager for any type of contact with you that would relieve him.
“Aw, does Harry deserve this?”
He hissed underneath you the moment you circled your hips against his cock that’s still restrained with his tight jeans, a desperate whine leaving his lips when you unbuttoned his polo shirt slowly as one by one, trailing down until your hand stopped at the button of his jeans.
“As far as I’m concerned, someone gave you a hickey. And well, it’s not me since I’m not allowed to, right?”
Harry’s eyes fluttered closed yet immediately opened them once he felt a tug at his roots at the back of his head, the sudden feeling sending shivers down his spine.
“So that means,” you trailed off, Harry’s eyes pleading for you to do something, anything that could add to the increasing ecstasy he’s in.
“Someone else got to touch Harry. My Harry.”
His throat went dry once he felt his jeans go completely off, the cold air hitting his expose cock that made him moan.
You smashed your lips onto his again, this time being a lot more fulfilling with how you bit his lip and had his hair on your hands, his breathing going heavier as he wanted to feel every inch of you yet was held back by the unspoken but known punishment of having to not touch the other.
Harry absolutely had no problem of you claiming him considering that he would’ve reacted the same when he would see a hickey in your neck that wasn’t made by him for a skit.
“Then I guess you need to learn on who’s the only one who gets to do this.”
A strangled moan filled the room once your teeth sinked in on the layer of the soft flesh of his neck, the combination ig nibbling and sucking from his neck up to his jaw already enough for him to not stay still.
“Just — just you.”
You hummed against his skin, your tongue trailing from his neck down to his chest, leaving another mark as your thumb grazed some that you’ve already made
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
It became hard for Harry to form the words as they weren’t on the tip of his tongue, being so caught up at the moment he wants to savor every last bit of the pleasure.
“Mouth. I — I-…”
“You want my mouth wrapped around your cock?”
You batted your eyelashes, looking at him with the feign innocence in your eyes, your figure drawling up on the underside of his hard-on.
“Y-yes — fuck!”
You slowly lowered your mouth until it’s hovering centimeters away from his member that you’re holding firmly, purposely taking off your shirt and boxers in the last minute purposely, leaving you in the lingerie that Harry coincidentally loves so dearly.
“Love, you — you’ve got to — fucking hell!”
Harry almost yelled once your mouth sunken down in him without warning that ceased his begging, his tip at the back of your throat made his eyes roll to the back of his head just by the sight of you taking him so well.
“S'so — so fucking good,” he cried out, biting his lip as he felt moans tear through his throat, each ine getting louder than the other.
Harry gripped the sheets tightly once you hollowed your cheeks and started swallowing, bucking his hips slightly that made him release a moan that was beyond as his high from having a sudden spike of pleasure.
He barely got to finish the sentence since he already came the moment you slightly grazed your teeth on the spot just above his balls, no high being so on top that his vision darkened at the edges, throwing his head back as he looked at you swallowing his load, some dribbling down the edges of your mouth, his mouth formed agape.
“Can someone else have you like this?”
You asked with authority, climbing uo that your core was grinding against his cock, some of the wetness your harboring making the teasing so slick.
“Fuck, fuck — no! Shit, no!”
You smirked, unclasping your bra just in time that you looked down on him.
“You can touch now, love.”
Harry praised you in return, bringing your head down abruptly to have both a taste of your mouth and himself which he really didn’t mind at the moment, his hands lowering down as they squeezed your boobs, his fingers digging in on the flesh that made you moan into the kiss, his hips brushing up again.
He looked down, being in a rush to have himself inside you that he already ripped your lace panties.
“I — I’ll buy you more, I swear.”
He promised, his hands on your ass that guided you right all the way down his throbbing cock, both your load moans in sync.
“So fucking tight.”
He panted against your neck, his bucking hips and your lowering figure against each other that every thrust hit you perfectly, completely filling you up as you cried out in pleasure as well as Harry.
Harry held you tight and close, giving one last thrust that was the homerun as pleasure seepuned in you on every part of your body.
He pulled you down to his chest, a smile on his face as his lips brushed against yours.
It was not the way he expected it to go down. Which, honestly, was rather impressive because in the past two years of their partnership Chat Noir must have plotted out at least 50 different possible scenarios in which he finally heard the coveted words.
They had been joking around, legs swinging off the edge of of the parapet and laughing, enjoying the warm breeze.
“Come on, you can’t tell me that your birthday is this week and not let me get you a present,” Chat whined, “what sort of partner would I be.”
“The last thing I need for my birthday is a dead rat on my doorstep,” Ladybug teased as she once again failed to do a Jacob’s ladder with her Yo-yo. She scowled down at her weapon and Chat had to bite back a laugh. There was something incredibly endearing about the fact that for all the truly amazing things she had done with the magical item, she couldn’t seem to get the hang of a simple trick.
“Ah, but you know that I won’t be giving you that, because I don’t know where your doorway is,” Chat grinned, “so your argument against my giving you a gift is invalid.”
She rolled her eyes, but he could see her fighting back a smile.
“Come on,” he whispered, dropping his chin onto her shoulder, “I’ll get you anything you want.”
“Anything?” she asked, twisting her head to look at him and causing their noses to brush together.
“Cross my heart and swear not to die, because I already promised you I wouldn’t after what happened last month.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, her lips twisting into the disapproving pout that had become one of his favorite expressions. Not that he had a lack of those where she was concerned. Still, this particular look of fond annoyance was easily in the top 20.
“Please?” he cajoled, stretching out the vowels like a hopeful child asking for a new toy.
She looked away and Chat smiled. If she couldn’t meet his eyes it meant she was caving.
“If Mayor Bourgeois is allowed to give you a statue, the least I should be allowed to do is get you a birthday present,” he whispered, trying not to fist pump as he saw her bite her lower lip. Victory was almost assured at this point. “Please?” he said again.
“Anything?” she asked hesitantly.
“Anything,” he assured her in the same quiet voice while internally he screamed in triumph. In fact he would probably be annoying Plagg later with his obligatory victory dance.
Ladybug said nothing, continuing to stare out into the night, but Chat had learned patience was the key to these sorts of moods, so he simply waited, his head continuing to lull against her shoulder.
“Yes My Lady?”
“You love me right?”
He felt his breath catch in his throat. He knew she didn’t mean it the way he wanted her to. It was a friendly statement, a joking lead-in to a request that usually meant she was insecure about something. It wasn’t the first time she had said it, but he still couldn’t help but be affected by the words.
“Of course, to the end of my nine lives and beyond,” he said, his tone light despite the rapid pounding of his heart.
“And you won’t make fun of me?” she said, with just enough of a tremor in her voice to belie her playful smile.
“Never. Cat’s honor.”
She took a deep breath and reached her hand up to pull at the collar of her suit.
“What are you doing?” Chat squawked his face turning beet red as her fingers slide beneath the fabric and down towards her collar bone.
She gave him a bemused smirk as she pulled out a carefully folded note, much to Chat’s simultaneous relief and dismay.
“Never figured you for a prude,” she said tapping him on the nose with the paper.
“What is so important that you felt the need to carry it around under your suit?” he grumbled, then instantly regretted his outburst when her shoulders hunched slightly. “Is it a picture of me? Admit it you pull it out to stare at it when I am not around.” He gave her his most salacious smirk and she gave him a playful shove, the momentary flash of doubt replaced with amusement. He mentally high fived himself on the nice save. Another thing to brag to Plagg about when they got home.
“No. It’s a letter.”
“I assume you are either going to elaborate, or you have decided to pursue a lifelong dream of becoming the world’s greatest calligrapher.”
“Never mind, you never did appreciate my sense of humor.”
“It’s a letter for my crush.”
His heart sank.
“It’s stupid,” she said hurriedly, “it’s not even signed. I don’t know what is wrong with me that I can’t even bring myself to give him an anonymous love letter. I stupidly thought that maybe I would get lucky and could run in to him as Ladybug and maybe then I could…” she trailed off with a miserable laugh that broke his heart far worse than her infatuation with someone else.
“It’s horrible,” she cried, scooting back just enough so that she could look at him, “seriously, you have no idea how pathetic I have been.”
“Come on it can’t be that bad.”
“For months I couldn’t even speak a complete sentence in front of him,” she wailed, “much less tell him how I feel!”
“That’s totally normal.”
“Oh, it get’s better. Because I wasn’t just content to make a fool of myself. No then I compensated by getting worse! My room is plastered with pictures of him. I have one framed on my nightstand!”
“You are hardly the first person alive to go overboard about a crush,” Chat said thinking of his own hoard of fangirls that had only increased as he edged closer to adulthood.”
“I wrote down his schedule on my calendar. In detail! Every time I learned something new, up it would go in big swirly cursive with little hearts and everything.”
“OK, that’s admittedly a little weirder,” Chat winced, although he was somewhat amused at the image of her dotting little hearts all over the place, “still it could be-”
“I stole his phone!”
“OK yeah, you’re crazy.”
“I told you. Instead of just confessing to him like a normal person I turned into,” she gestured helplessly at herself, “this.”
“But at least you admit it,” he said kindly. “and if need be I can get you the name of an excellent therapist.”
She gave him a weak smile, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a gentle hug.
“I thought if I could just give him this letter, even if he didn’t know it was from me, then I could… I donnow, not move on exactly but, get better, maybe?”
She fiddled with the piece of paper in her hand and somehow, seeing her like this- relaxed and vulnerable, and just a little bit insane- made him love her even more.
Maybe they would never amount to anything. Maybe she would end up with this mystery crush, or the next one. But in that moment Chat knew that he would never regret loving this girl. He would be happy to stay by her side in whatever way she needed him. That would be enough.
“Do you want me to give it to him for you?” he asked, any regret he might have felt vanishing at the hopeful look that sprang to her eyes.
“Of course Bugaboo. Although, if this turns into some sort of wacky rom-com where he thinks that I am the secret admirer and starts chasing after my dazzling good looks and unparalleled charm, you are not allowed to make it my fault.”
“Ok,” she laughed, leaning her head back against his shoulder with a sigh that he could swear reverberated in his very soul.
“So who am I delivering this to anyways?” he asked a little shakily carefully plucking the letter from her and slipping into into the pocket of his suit. “Who is this dashing rogue who has turned you into a literal lovesick schoolgirl?”
“Adrien Agreste,” she confessed with a blush. “I’m in love with Adrien Agreste.”
It was definitely not how he had expected things to go down. Never in a million years would he have dreamed up this scenario when he finally heard the coveted words- his name on her tongue, her voice saying that she loved him, HIM, of all people.
It was not what he expected- but damn if it still wasn’t the greatest moment in his life.
Look who’s back to her 4 word prompts! On to the next one! (Not taking any new ones just finishing up the ones I have.
Reasoning: Honestly bands aren’t acknowledged enough in the Kpop world, not that there are many to begin with. They are an extremely talented group. And Hongki’s voice is amazing. It’s so unique and different. You really need to listen to him.
Reasoning: Seriously I feel like so much could have been avoided had U-Kiss had more popularity. I mean I won’t talk about all the member line up changes and stuff here but honestly I think things would have turned out better for U-Kiss if people didn’t sleep on them all the time. Their vocals were/are really good and their songs are good too. [Well maybe not so much their earlier stuff but you know..]
Reasoning: Seriously if you are still sleeping on Beast/Highlight…I don’t know what to say to you. Amazing songs, amazing talent like….what else could you want. Sadly Beast is no longer Beast and now only 5 members but in my heart Beast is still Beast and I’ll forever be a Beauty.
Reasoning: UGH WHY SLEEP ON INFINITE!!!??? They are amazing, all members can sing well. They are literally known for their synchronization. Their songs are amazing. Like what is there not to like? And all their personalities are different so I promise there will be one that you like. Also check out their non title songs as well. I swear that list of fave songs is so long like I can’t even put them all on there. LOVE INFINITE I’M BEGGING YOU! Also check out their sub units: Infinite H, Infinite F, and Sunggyu’s solo albums and Woohyun’s solo album.
Reasoning: Well….have you heard of them? I honestly happened to just stumble upon them and fell in love with them. Sadly their sales are pretty much shit in Korea and so they mostly promote and release songs in Japan which unfortunately are not as much of my taste. I like that one that I listed. But their Japanese singles don’t fit them as well as their more manly Korean ones. But whatever money talks and they do what sales. That’s why you won’t see them promoting much in Korea.Sigh….if only they were more popular.
Reasoning: Honestly has anyone even heard of them? Do you know them? Most people don’t. Except maybe now with Hyunsik making waves in the acting world. But still….they are relatively unknown. Unfortunately they are on hiatus, there was a statement that the group disbanded but members themselves have said that’s not true. So maybe when they eventually come back more people will know of them.
Reasoning: Truthfully they are much more popular than most that will be on this complete list. But they honestly don’t get the amount of recognition they truly deserve. They are so talented; Sandeul and Jinyoung’s voices are so beautiful. CNU and Gongchan are talented as well despite not being the main vocals. Baro’s rapping is great as well. Their songs are all amazing and a lot of them are upbeat and cute and playful and I love it. They are so adorable you should honestly listen to and love them.
Reasoning: Boyfriend is one of the most looked over 3rd generation idol groups. [that’s debatable but in my own little system they are 3rd generation] Anyway point is they aren’t very popular, you hardly ever see them on any variety shows, they haven’t even had a proper comeback since 2015. Their company screws them over and has basically thrown them in the basement not to see light of day while they focus on their other more popular groups. Someone support Boyfriend please omg!
Reasoning: Have you heard of them? Probably not. They aren’t very popular, aren’t promoted well. And basically no one hears of them. But I really like their songs and they are really talented so you should at least give them a chance.
Reasoning; I’ll be honest I’m not like stanning them in the sense that I know their names or personalities or anything like that. But I do enjoy their music and when they do come out with new stuff I always make sure to check it out. You should too. Honestly they deserve more popularity.
Reasoning: I swear no one has heard of them, they are never on any shows. I seriously only know one member because I’ve only ever seen them on one show. So I haven’t really got to know them. But what I do know is they are talented and I like their music so you should listen to them.
Reasoning: Seriously BTOB gets mistreated and underrated all the time. Even some music shows don’t like to have them because of their unpopularity. It’s so ridiculous I just don’t understand why they aren’t popular. They are adorable and cute and sweet and talented. They are versatile too. Originally being a normal kpop group but they have transformed into an absolute beautiful ballad/pop group. Honestly they are amazing you should love them. Everyone should love them.
Headcannon where MC refuse to answer any phonecalls or talk to RFA+V+Saeran because she has toothache and don't want to tell them because she had been warned not to eat too much sweets by them. But the gang misunderstood, thinking that MC ignoring them or mad at them??
WELL, HERE’S AN ACTUAL POST =^=
didn’t do Jaehee because I think she’d be really calm and understanding, and
wait patiently until you eventually tell her—although she’d still be slightly
nervous for the entire time until you revealed the truth.
Same with V
(especially V, he would probably just quietly blame himself until your
toothache gets better so you can tell him…)
here you go~!
already been ignoring him all day
you’d cheerfully reply to him as soon as he sent the messages
was beginning to worry if he had done something wrong
all… he had lied to you about not
playing LOLOL last night, in exchange that you wouldn’t eat sweets…
no. Maybe you found out about his lie.
left hundreds, woah, wait it just became thousands, of voicemails on your phone
I DIDN’T MEAN TO, I SWEAR! PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!”
WON’T EVER LIE AGAIN, JUST DON’T IGNORE ME…”
“Why won’t you return my calls >_<”
I’ll give up LOLOL if you would just talk to me!”
I’m sorry for breaking my promise….”
his voicemails blasted from your phone one after the other, you felt more and
more clueless—what in the world was he talking about?
what crime had he committed to apologize so intensely? Your phone had been vibrating the entire f*cking morning.
your phone rang AGAIN, you picked it up
Yoosung, SHUT UP ALREADY!! It’s not my fault if you committed a crime! Don’t
drag me into this!”
hung up angrily, glaring at your phone as you rubbed on the outside of your
poor, poor toothache.
was tearing up from your phone call. S-she
considers it a crime…? NOOOOOO!!
NEVER LIE AGAIIIIIIN!!!” he bawled
the misunderstandings only continued to grow.
your tooth felt better!!)
why won’t you talk to me?”
cancelled out on a date, and you hadn’t talked to him the entire day PLUS you
hadn’t answered his nightly phone calls—it was a TRADITION between the two of
Zen was at your door, half sobbing as you refused to let him inside the
were suffering from a toothache, and you really really didn’t want to talk to him
even been telling you yesterday, “Babe, I know you love sweets but it’s not
good to eat too many! If you really need something sweet… you can have me,
which you pushed him aside and took another cookie from behind him.
knocking persisted, “I know you’re in there! Please come out? We can talk about
it… Was it a fake scandal or something? You know I only love you… It must be a
misunderstanding, let’s talk, okay?”
was starting to sound desperate, and you almost felt sorry for him… BUT.
BUT, your pride still won over your sympathy. There was no way you were going
to let him know that he had been right, that you shouldn’t have eaten so many
knocking suddenly stopped when another door slammed open- probably your
familiar old lady’s voice shouted, “STOP KNOCKING AT THE DOOR, YOUNG MAN! IF
YER CHEATING AND UNFAITHFUL, IT’S YER OWN DAMN FAULT, EH, PRETTY BOY? LEAVE ‘ER
ALONE AND STOP YER WHININ’!”
could almost hear Zen’s jaw drop to the ground
would never cheat on you.
the- no stop, don’t touch me!” Zen shrieked.
old lady’s voice came again, “Oh my, come to think of it, you’re actually quite
handsome… Well, since you’re a naughty, unfaithful lad anyway, why don’t you
come with me?”
STOP! MC!!!! SAVE ME, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR”
GOD SEVEN? HELL, EVEN JUMIN HAN!! I’ll forgive you for everything, even your
inability to see my beauty, just please save me…”
of agony filled the apartment building.
“MC. Don’t eat all the
sweets at once, you’ll get a toothache, okay?” he said calmly as he gifted you
a box of assorted candy.
had been what he told you last night, to which you had carelessly nodded to
without really paying attention. You really regretted not listening to him
now—but there was no way you would let him have the satisfaction of being
proceeded to lock yourself in the room for the day so you wouldn’t have to face
him. When he called you to say he’d be coming home from work soon, you only hummed
a short reply. “Mhm…”
by your short, seemingly distant reply, he arrived home almost immediately
after the call.
swift, long strides, he’s walked to the door of your bedroom, knocking every
now and then.
Are you feeling sick?” Knock knock.
I call a doctor?” Knock knock knock.
you need Elizabeth the 3rd?” Knock
sorry for hogging her last night. I promise to share her wonderful embodiment
of fur with you the next time.” Knock.
are you, perhaps, hungry…? Oh. Could it be your time of the month? I have heard
women tend to be grumpy and irritabl-“
swung open the door, glaring at him. “Hmph!” you grunted, refusing to open your
mouth to reply.
then he burst out laughing. “GYAHAHAHAH—you! You look! HAHAHAHH!!”
who died and replaced the serious, dull Jumin Han with this out of character
this guy’s sense of humour was whack.
number that you are trying to reach is not available right now. Please call
number that you are trying to reach-
number that you-
Beeeeep, beeeep, beeeep,
seven of Seven’s phones couldn’t get in contact with you right now.
knew that you were home—the GPS on your phone showed it! And you hadn’t left
your house today either, according to his security cameras. (Stalker alert
of trying to bother you more, he began to sulk in the corner of his dark, dark
I don’t deserve her.
She probably hates me now.
Mushrooms were growing on
top of his head as each thought made him more and more
It’s no wonder… I didn’t
share the last Honey Buddha Chips with her yesterday…
phone suddenly rang, showing your caller ID.
he exclaimed excitedly.
I can’t take it anymore!” your muffled voice came through the speaker. “My
tooth… It hurts too much!! I’m sorry I ate all your boxes of Honey Buddha
DID YOU SAY?” he shouted, eyes widening in horror.
No. NO. That can’t be!
Poke. Poke. Poke.
snickered as he poked against your cheek, knowing that you were biting back
tears from your painful toothaches.
you growled at him angrily, narrowing your eyes as you pouted.
it. Tell me I was right. I waaarned you what would happen if you ate too much
candy, didn’t I?” he sighed in mock pity.
shook your head furiously, stubbornly refusing.
I won’t give you the numbing medicine if you don’t say it~” he teased,
let out a whiny whimper from your throat, giving him your best puppy look face,
trying to look pitiful. Instead, this lil asshole only laughed at you.
you kept your mouth shut.
fine, be that way,” he sighed dramatically, an amused glint in his eyes.
you actually did continue to ignore him, for the entire day. He began to worry
if you were really mad at him, and he poked his head into your room to check up
on you quietly, not wanting to say anything that could upset you. (It was so
your toothache was even worse now, and you didn’t even have the motivation to
let him know that you weren’t mad.
when you woke up the next morning, you found breakfast and ice cream on your
table, with a little note next to it.
hoseok x reader // min yoongi x reader, college! hoseok, college! yoongi genre/warnings—
angst, fluff words—
you were broken from
a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he
willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that
your best friend was the one…?
member of Thranduil’s council I got to spend a lot of time with the King and
his son. Through the years I got close with Legolas and we created some sort of
a secret relationship, meeting every day in the woods or his or my chambers.
This evening was no different. The Pince came to my room so we could eat dinner
do you think, what will my father do about the dwarves?” he asked looking at me
from across the table, chewing on a piece of bread.
have no idea, the council advised him to come to the aid, but the final
decision belongs to him. You know he doesn’t like dwarves much.”
decides to stay here I will gather the people and march on Erebor.”
could ask my uncle Elrond for help.” I stated plainly. “But I hope it won’t be
remained silent for the rest of the dinner. Then I stood up from the table and
moved to sit in front of a mirror.
you like to comb my hair?” I asked turning around to look at Legolas.
pleasure.” He replied with a smile.
my dark hair loose so that they fell freely to my back. “They’re so soft…”
Legolas murmured caressing my hair with his fingers. I let myself melt into his
(y/n), are you listening to me?” Prince’s voice brought me back to reality.
I muttered “You were saying?”
laughed at the embarrassed look on my face. “I asked what would you say if I
asked my father for a permission to marry you.”
words made me smile brightly. I have dreamt about becoming his wife for so long
but never dared to mention this subject, thinking it might frighten him, since
we were relatively young as for elves.
would make me incredibly happy.” I replied.
Now come.” Legolas ordered and helped me get up. He guided me to the bed and
pushed me gently so that I fell on my back. The Prince climbed on top of me and
placed himself on all fours facing me. He lowered himself a little and placed a
loving kiss on my lips. I shivered at the sensation.
come on, (y/n)! We have done this before!” Legolas teased.
know, I know. I just have an odd sensation that something huge is coming.”
and it’s my penis.” The Prince joked and started to untie my dress.
woken up early in the morning by a loud knock on the door. I crawled out of the
bed and Legolas’ warm embrace and went to see who needs me. Tauriel was
King wants to see you.” She stated. “He’s waiting in the throne room.”
a second, I need to get dressed.”
nodded and left. I closed the door and went to look for something proper to
wear. I picked a simple dark green dress embroidered with golden leaves, pulled
my hair in a loose braid, pecked Legolas on the lips and left to see Thranduil.
entered the throne room the King was sitting on his throne. There was nobody
else in the room, just the two of us. Hesitantly and slowly I approached the
King and bowed.
at me.” Thranduil ordered.
straightened my back and looked at the King. He stood up and came down to stand
in front of me. “You have served me well for so many years. I could always
count on your honesty and faithfulness. And now I have a new task for you,
you wish for, my King.” I replied.
want you to become my wife.” Thranduil said.
was something I didn’t expect. My jaw dropped and I stared at him with
disbelief. How could he demand something like this. Sure, he was the King, but
forcing someone to spend a lifetime with him was just cruel.
if I don’t agree?” I asked rhetorically.
is no such option, (y/n). It’s not an offer, it’s an order.” Thranduil said
with a spark of anger in his eyes.
you wish, my King.” I replied emotionlessly, bowing my head.
I decided to march into the battle, so preparations for the wedding will start
right after I come back. Now dismissed.”
turned around and stormed out of the throne room. I felt tears forming in my
eyes as I nearly ran through the halls to my chambers. When the door shut
behind me I let go of all emotions, sat on the floor with my back to the wall
and bursted out crying. A concerned expression formed on Legolas’ face when he
saw me. He came close and kneeled in front of me.
happened, my love?” he asked, seriously worried.
father…he…forces me to…to marry him.” I managed to utter between sobs.
face expression changed from worried to furious. “He
what?!” Legolas exclaimed. “How can he do such a thing?!”
will we do now?” I asked flatly.
sat beside me, put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
will think of something, I promise.”
haven’t left my chambers for the whole day. Instead, I spent it in my bed
crying. Late in the evening I heard a knock on the door again. I didn’t want to
away!” I shouted, but the knocking didn’t stop. It became even louder and more
it was Tauriel on the other side of the door. “You? Again? What this time?” I
asked helplessly. She just gave me a piece of paper, turned around and left. I
unfolded the paper and saw a short note saying: The woods, our spot. I’m waiting. Legolas. I didn’t feel like
leaving but knew it had to be something important if the Prince didn’t just
come to tell me. So I put on a cloak and went to see him.
reached the place Legolas was standing with a horse in the centre of the
clearing. I looked at him questioningly.
promised to make something up.”
are leaving?” I asked, voice full of hope.
are leaving.” Legolas replied emphasizing the first word. “I want you to go
back home. You’ll be safe there.”
my home is where you are!” I protested.
your uncle won’t let you marry anyone you don’t want. And I swear I will soon
come to Rivendell and we’ll be together forever.” With these words he kissed me
you will come for me.” I demanded when our lips parted.
swear.” He whispered in my ear. “Now you have to leave.”
nodded and got on the horse. With a one last glance at my beloved man I
disappeared in the woods.
Can you elaborate more on how the Alys-Sigorn wedding was awesome and its like a baby that conquered the world? I just really like Alys/Sigorn and want to hear more about it.
Whew, where to begin? The Alys-Sigorn wedding is IMO a strong candidate for “best scene in the series,” and it’s probably exhibit A in the case for ADWD as the best book in that series (give or take Dany X and the dragontaming). It’s the surest sign that GRRM still knows what he’s doing and that the sedimentary layers of story are producing more powerful moments as he goes. It’s such a narratively dense event with so many resonances that you could spend days teasing it apart. Here’s just a brief overview.
At one level, the wedding symbolizes and enacts the alliance between the Stark North and the Free Folk, presided over by the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch (himself having been raised in Winterfell, but also having ridden with the wildlings). It’s very ceremonial and ritualistic, GRRM taking his time setting it up and lingering on every detail so you really get what a momentous deal this is: a powerful wildling leader and the daughter of a significant Northern house joining to forge something new. This carries such weight with us because we’ve been living with this bitter divide and the knowledge of how longstanding and entrenched it is for multiple books. Climbing this hill seemed nigh-impossible back in ASOS when Stannis proposed it; now, we see a real ray of hope. And of course, this dovetails so beautifully with what happens at chapter’s end: the horn blast announcing Tormund Giantsbane’s arrival to cement that pact.
This sense of harmonic resolution wouldn’t mean much, though, if it didn’t also extend to the bride and groom specifically. Alys coming to Jon (specifically as Ned’s son) and securing his help against Cregan and Arnolf marks a symbolic reconciliation between Houses Stark and Karstark. Instead of the latter house as an enemy, as they’ve been since early in ASOS, we now see them as a complex family riven by internal conflict, and there’s a chance to set things right. It helps, of course, that Alys is immediately one of the most lovable characters in the story: “Let him be scared of me.” As for Sigorn, his father died at Castle Black thanks to Jon’s defenses, and earlier in ADWD, Sigorn himself opposed assimilation to the point of threatening Jon’s life. Here, however, he brings the Thenns into the larger realm and makes a very moving peace–and of course he, too, is written to encourage empathy in the wedding scene, coming off nervous, awkward, and ultimately good-hearted.
But what really makes this scene shine, undergirding and emphasizing all of the above, is the imagery. It…glows.
And Melisandre said, “Let them come forth, who would be joined.” The flames cast her shadow on the Wall behind her, and her ruby gleamed against the paleness of her throat.
Jon turned to Alys Karstark. “My lady. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“You’re not scared?”
The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.”The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.
“Winter’s lady.” Jon squeezed her hand.
The Magnar of Thenn stood waiting by the fire, clad as if for battle, in fur and leather and bronze scales, a bronze sword at his hip. His receding hair made him look older than his years, but as he turned to watch his bride approach, Jon could see the boy in him. His eyes were big as walnuts, though whether it was the fire, the priestess, or the woman that had put the fear in him Jon could not say. Alys was more right than she knew.
“Who brings this woman to be wed?” asked Melisandre.
“I do,” said Jon. “Now comes Alys of House Karstark, a woman grown and flowered, of noble blood and birth.” He gave her hand one last squeeze and stepped back to join the others.
“Who comes forth to claim this woman?” asked Melisandre.
“Me.” Sigorn slapped his chest. “Magnar of Thenn.”
“Sigorn,” asked Melisandre, “will you share your fire with Alys, and warm her when the night is dark and full of terrors?”
“I swear me.” The Magnar’s promise was a white cloud in the air. Snow dappled his shoulders. His ears were red. “By the red god’s flames, I warm her all her days.”
“Alys, do you swear to share your fire with Sigorn, and warm him when the night is dark and full of terrors?”
“Till his blood is boiling.” Her maiden’s cloak was the black wool of the Night’s Watch. The Karstark sunburst sewn on its back was made of the same white fur that lined it.
Melisandre’s eyes shone as bright as the ruby at her throat. “Then come to me and be as one.” As she beckoned, a wall of flames roared upward, licking at the snowflakes with hot orange tongues. Alys Karstark took her Magnar by the hand.
Side by side they leapt the ditch.
“Two went into the flames.” A gust of wind lifted the red woman’s scarlet skirts till she pressed them down again. “One emerges.” Her coppery hair danced about her head. “What fire joins, none may put asunder.”
This is hope rendered in radiant red and gold; this is what endgame looks like. We saw it, just a flash of it, as their leap (like Theon and Jeyne’s, several chapters later) reached its apex. This leap over the flames and everything that goes with it exists in defiance of the Long Night, in spite of the army of the dead. It’s a fire to circle around, a well from which to draw strength, and a foundation for what comes next. House Thenn’s sigil is appropriate; they represent the Dawn.