Request: Hey!! can i request a fake text about a fight with jungkook where the jungkook is being snappy but they’re havinf a normal conversation but the reader catches on and like they have af ight and jungkook ends up saying something like “youre clingy” or anything else that really hurts her and then tries to make it up to her?? the ending is up to you happy/sad. i hope i made some sense!!! thank you
Namjoon sat there shaking his head at what he was hearing. He knew that Jungkook was an ill tempered kid, so he hadn’t been too disturbed by the frantic call he had received from Jungkook an hour ago to ‘leave everything and come meet him’. Only, now that he was listening to Jungkook, he couldn’t help but look at him with disgust.
"I understand that you were not in the best of your moods…but who the fuck calls their own girlfriend clingy, you idiot?”
Jungkook groaned, letting his head fall in his hands while he listened to his elder brother chastise him for his actions.
“That isn’t the only thing, hyung.” Jungkook said as he held out his phone for his elder brother to see. Namjoon raised an eyebrow and took the phone in his hands as he went over the messages that Jungkook had exchanged with you more than 15 days ago.
“Holy fucking shit. You are a dick, Jeon Jungkook. No wonder she left you.”
Jungkook cringed at the reiteration of the fact that he did not want to accept. He sighed. “I know, hyung. I am a huge idiot.”
"Nope, you’re not an idiot. Being an idiot is a relatively forgivable sin. You, brother, were an absolute arse to her. Forget it, she isn’t coming back.”
Namjoon shook his head, giving Jungkook’s phone back to him and standing up to leave.
“Oh no no no, hyung please, help me out.” Jungkook got up and stood in front of Namjoon blocking is way. “You know how much I love her.”
“Jeon Jungkook. ____ may have been your girlfriend, but don’t forget that she was my friend before you guys started going around together. You just hurt my friend, hm? What makes you think I’ll help you out with anything?” Namjoon said, his anger fianlly showing itself but Jungkook wasn’t in the position to back off. Namjoon was the only one who could help him.
"Because you are my brother and you know how much I love her. Please, hyung, don’t I deserve one chance?” Jungkook said as he desperately held on to the elder boy’s shoulders.
Namjoon sighed. “Even if for a moment I consider helping you, and I’m not saying that I’m considering it at all, but let’s just say that I do- do you have anything in mind?” Jungkook frantically shook his head to express his affirmative.
"Yes, but I’ll need your help.”
You looked at the crowd of people bustling in for your friend’s mini concert and gave a half smile to yourself. Namjoon had always been very passionate about rapping but a year ago he had finally decided step out in the underground and let other people hear his rap. Needless to say, he had been a huge hit.
As you entered the club, you saw people dressed in clothes screaming hip-hop, a huge contrast to your attire- a plain black hoodie, house shorts, converse and hair so messy, it would give Bellatrix Lestrange a run for her money. You didn’t mind, though.
You were never the one to give too much thought to your appearance save for special dates with your ex-boyfriend. In all fairness, and not an ounce of boastfulness, you knew you could step out in nightwear and still look bomb. You just had that confidence about you.
You pushed your way through the crowd and towards the bar, greeting the bartender with a nod. This was your favourite seat to view his performances. It was comfortable, in good distance, away from people and of course, you could drink peacefully and enjoy the performance.
"The regular, ___?” The bartender asked you, ready to pour in a 60 ML of Smirnoff-regular into your glass.
You shook your head, “I’ll have blue label today, Hoseok.”
“Whiskey? That’s new.” He said as he turned around and poured you your drink.
“I need new.” You shrugged.
He hummed in response. “What will you have it with? Coke, soda?”
You scoffed. "On the rocks, boy.”
Hoseok chuckled as he fake saluted you, “Yes ma'am.”
You smiled and turned around as the lights dimmed and Namjoon or Rapmonster, as he was known in the underground, came on the stage and the crowd erupted into cheers, you being the loudest. He scanned the crowd and as soon as his eyes landed on you, he smirked and waved at you. You raised your drink and nodded at him in acknowledgement. Then, his demeanour completely changed and the crowd went silent. It was beginning.
Rap monster continued firing curses at the speed of light. You could only keep up because you had heard this before. You turned in your seat to face the bar to ask for a refill from your friend only to find him missing.
You turned back round and realised the music had stopped and the crowd had gone silent again and on the stage were six men apart from Namjoon, all standing in front of their own mics. Hoseok was up there too. You recognised all of them, of course. They were all your friends. Part of the same group they liked to jokingly call ‘Bangtan Sonyeondan’.
What unnerved you, however, was the man standing at the front mic.
It was him. Jeon Jungkook.
And he was looking directly at you.
You narrowed your eyes in anticipation of what was going to happen.
Namjoon wiped his sweat with his sleeves and came near his mic. “There is a new song, a bit different from my usual style, that we want a very special person to hear. It has been written by my younger brother Jungkook. You all have been with me since I began my journey and I know you came here for something else but would you mind giving me 5 minutes of your time? I swear it’ll be worth it.”
The crowd instantly burst into encouraging cheers. In midst of those cheers you noticed Jungkook coming closer to his mic, his eyes not leaving yours for a second.
“____, I’m so sorry. I love you.”
And then he began singing.
Your eyes widened at the choice of his song. It was a song he had composed, you knew because he had shared a verse with you when you were together. It was called Butterfly. As the words poured out of his mouth and made their way to your ears, you found yourself wearing a sad expression. Here he was, singing about how he didn’t want you to disappear and yet, he was also the one who had called you clingy. That was one term you absolutely did not like. You always gave each other the space you both required and you were definitely not the kind of person who would try to invade his space. Seeing that word had made you, for the first time, question yourself. You felt bad about yourself. You felt humiliated. You were determined to stay the hell away from him for some time, if only to gain back your self respect.
Only, he was making it really difficult.
You could practically feel the sadness from his voice seeping into you, begging you to not go and to stay with him. You could see it in his eyes, the guilt. You could see how sorry he was for what he had said and how scared he was to not have you with him.
You sighed as you felt your resolve break into a million pieces and decided to give him a chance. Everyone deserves one chance to correct their mistakes and you were not about to take it away from him.
So you looked up into his eyes, and you smiled. A reassuring and forgiving smile. He instantly understood and stopped singing as tears made their way down his face before he could hurriedly wipe them. He took in a large breath as he stepped away from his make and bolted down the stage towards you, wiping his tears with his hand the entire time.
You stood up, bracing yourself for the impact as Jungkook crashed into you, and burst into tears, not bothering to wipe them this time, and hugging you for dear life.
“Oh god, I thought you’d left me for good.” He said, tears still falling out of his eyes and now, on the hoodie.
He pulled away to stand with his hands in front of him and looked down at his feet. “I am so sorry for whatever I said, ___. I am so so sorry.”
You smiled as you stepped forward and took his face in your hands before planting a kiss on his lips, to which he responded eagerly. You pulled away and hugged him, your head on his chest and his arms around your waist. “ I almost made up my mind to not come back, Jungkook. Only, you deserve one chance. I’ll forgive you this time, but please don’t ever hurt me like this again.” You said, your voice breaking.
Jungkook put his chin on your head and pulled you against him tighter. “I’m so sorry, ____. Never again. Thank you for coming back.”
You smiled into his chest and were relishing the moment until you heard a random duo of teens shouting behind you.
You rolled your eyes as you pulled away to look at the drunken boys indifferently.
"Really? Gay? How the fuck is that even considered an insult?” You growled.
Jungkook snickered above you knowing what was about to come.
He looked at you fondly as you bullied the kids to the extent of making one almost cry and made a silent promise to himself.
Homestuck gains complexity through iterations, in plot, setting, and character. As the tutorial character, John’s actions are straightforward and relatively easy to follow, which sets the stage for grander installments. John’s plain house and Dad are followed by the increasingly complex circumstances of his friends. John’s ability to combine items across captchalogue cards (1917) is a primer for combining items via alchemy. If a rule is introduced through John, subsequent iterations of the rule will be more grandiose.
So, an observation: John is afraid of heights. When John slips on a staircase, he flips out (2460). When he nearly launches himself into the abyss with the Pogo Hammer, he has to take a nap before he has calmed down enough to continue (2537). Immediately following both moments of vertigo, massive ogres begin to climb toward John’s house (2461, 2542). The eventual fight with the ogres begins after John looks over the roof of his house, into the abyss (2562-3).
All of this suggests that Sburb is reacting to John’s emotional state (fear) to produce in-game content. This is further suggested by a peek we get at some of Sburb’s internal processes (3419):
Here, we have reference to terminology associated with Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud. The terms suggest that Sburb interacts with the ideas in the kids’ subconscious minds (archetypes) and brings symbolic representations of these ideas into conscious reality (manifests the ideas). Like, pipes are Johns’s dad symbol (1974), so LOWAS is covered in pipes as a subconscious reminder of his dad. Or, Dave is surrounded by dangerous sharp objects in his apartment, so LOHAC is full of grinding metal gears to subtly (?) remind him of his awful, awful home.
Even before we reach the kids’ planets though, John’s encounter with the ogres asserts Sburb’s dream-like nature. The “hyper flexible mythology” of Sburb is essentially the same as Freudian dream logic – Sburb caused John’s latent fear of heights to manifest as real, punchable monsters.
But if you look through Homestuck for things that materialize due to emotional events, it doesn’t stop with imps and monsters. It also includes the trolls.
I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been her kind.
When I was younger, a lot of people would approach me awkwardly. “Wow, you’d be so pretty if you stopped wearing all those boy’s clothes!” or “Wow, you’d be so pretty if you’d let me give you a makeover!” Sometimes, these people had somewhat good intentions, others were waiting for the moment to join the crowd that bullied me. I experienced all the fake smiles and snickers behind my back. We all know how this goes. Your friends and your family tell you you’re beautiful. They tell you, “oh, honey, don’t listen to them.” You’ve grown accustomed to thinking “well, they are my family/friends, of course they say this to me.” Well, reality check sweetcheeks, you are indeed beautiful. After many years of soul searching and trying to figure out my self worth, sexuality, and gender identity, I’ve finally embraced my own version of beauty.
I’ve mostly presented masculine during my lifetime. However, it comes to a shock to people when I discuss my dating history with men. I’m pansexual/omnisexual, which means I experience attraction despite someone’s biological sex or gender identity. So with that being said, with being masculine presenting, and dating women, the word dyke was heard a lot. I was told to stop lying about my sexuality, to stop looking at men, to stop dating men, because it was a mere cover-up for my lesbianism. This, however, was before discovering my gender identity. I felt stupid not being able to explain how being boyish didn’t correlate whether or not I could be attracted to men or be deserving of any man taking a second look at me. I was made to believe I needed to prove my femininity, which made it even less believable for some.
I love the feel of sweatpants and tank tops, but I also find myself in lust with the “girlish” things in life; make-up, cuddling, teddy bears, cute throw pillows on the bed. Even in same-sex relationships, I have found myself wanting to be the little spoon or be the one to take 30 minutes to look pretty. The only response I would receive is “oh, that’s kind of weird.” I researched for years what this could’ve been called. At first, I was almost willing to give people what they wanted, and acknowledge myself as a boy trapped in a girl’s boy, but that didn’t feel right. I dressed in drag a few times and it felt great. It felt great when I was dolled up too though. I realized with time and research that I was genderfluid but was unfortunately quiet about it for a very long time.
More specifically, the type of genderfluidity I experience is called being fluidflux. This means my gender and the intensity of my gender changes. I loved days where I was feminine, I loved days where I was masculine, I loved days where I was a little in between, or days I didn’t really feel like either. It felt like a balancing scale that my brain would tip in whichever direction it felt like, but I learned to enjoy the ride, though tough at times. Midday switches can suck!
My version of beauty is different than what most are used to. So let me take a second to say this: fuck your standards of beauty. What is beauty to you? Is beauty painting your face everyday with endless amounts of make-up? Is it laying down at just the right angle when you take a selfie so your cleavage shows? Is it pouting your lips and poking out your hips when an attractive fellow walks by? Is it filtering your speech so you don’t offend anyone with your somehow masculine tone and language? Here’s an idea: maybe this is only considered beauty to you because this is what society has conditioned you to believe is beauty. As cliche as it sounds, we all have our own brand of beauty.
So you might ask… what do I believe is beauty? Beauty is being confident in who you are no matter how you present or what kind of clothes you wear. When I present female, I’m beautiful. When I present male, I’m beautiful (and hella handsome, might I add!). When I present female with a touch of masculinity, I’m beautiful. When I present male with a touch of femininity, I’m beautiful. When I present a mix of both female and male, I’m beautiful. When I walk out of the house in plain attire, not really sure where I am on the scale that day, leaving the world to decide what the hell I am, I’m still beautiful.
Beauty is leggings, beauty is jeans, beauty is sweatpants, beauty is skirts, beauty is basketball shorts. Beauty is a bun, a fohawk, a ponytail, hair straightened, hair curly, hair spiky. Beauty is make-up, beauty is natural. Beauty is baggy clothes, beauty is skin tight. Beauty sees no specific sexual orientation. Beauty sees no specific gender. Beauty is whatever you decide. Beauty is whatever you make it. Beauty, my dear, is your invention, and do with that beauty as you will. You are beautiful as you are, don’t be told otherwise.
A couple of muggles somehow manage to produce not one but four wizard children. No one knows why they wanted literally no gap between their kids, most people wait two years between kids, but hey close pregnancies are just what happened. Baby-baby-baby-baby, soon as possible. And as one by one ends up in their first year of Hogwarts, each one is in a different house.
Identity. You wear this house on your sleeve. It is a very blank slate as far as what the qualities of this house posses. Like Aries, it is open and straightforward. This is plain and simply the house of your identity, appearance, and energy you radiate outwards from inside yourself. This is how you appear to others. It is important to note the planets within his house as they will be felt very strongly in your identity.
Value, possessions, material reality. What you value in your material reality such as work, objects, structure. It governs money and physical structure as it also governs our sense of value. Planets/signs in the 2nd house will show you how you put your focus and energy on your physical reality, how you make money, buy things, and the type of things you value in making money and buying.
Communication, mental thought, sharing and receiving ideas with the world. The sign will determine the nature of your own communication. Planets in this house will show how you place emphasis on this within yourself.
Home, security, creature comforts. The 4th house shows you the essence of your home. Where this house begins you find the IC. the IC is your most intimate state of self, with your Midheaven you are out all day being seen and perceived by the world.. Then you come home into your own space, all alone, just with yourself.. That is the IC. Planets conjuncting the IC or in the 4th house will give you a clear understanding on your relationship with the home.
Play, fun, light-heartedness, creativity, casual sex. The 5th house is our essence of easy going and care free fun within reality. Any planet in this house will be touched with an essence of light-heartedness. The 5th house makes you feel good, makes others feel good, not going in too deep.. Just looking to have a good time with creative energy.
Routine, service, schedule, daily practice. The 6th house is about your day to day life. What time do you wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, what do you do for work, what is your plan for your day? This is the 6th house. This house also speaks to the nature of your service to the world, how you express service towards your collective reality. Planets in this house will have emphasis on routine and the day to day human existence.
Relationships, partnership, relating to others. Simply put, this is the house of our relationships. The 7th house begins at the Descendant. Ascendant is how others perceive you, Descendant is your collective relationship to others as a whole. Planets in this house will be an energy you project onto your relationships and a way you relate to others. Who you are to others and how you impact people on a personal level. Planets conjuncting the descendant will hold strong energy with the nature of all of your relationships in life.
Sex, death, birth, all things hidden, shared resources, depth, intimacy. The 8th house rules the mystery, energy that cannot be perceived with the human eye. The deepest truth. Can you see sex happening inside of you, or the process of a baby being conceived? No, it is happening inside, where it is dark and you can't see. The process of death and creation is the 8th house. Planets in this house will hold a perpetual energy of death and rebirth, a desire with digging deeper into everything to uncover what is hidden, a strong focus on sex, intimacy, and psychic perception.
Philosophy, higher learning, exploration, travel. This house is about going deeper into your experience as a human. Looking for deeper truths and philosophies. Setting out on an adventure to find your soul. It rules the archetype of college, library's, culture, professors, and world travelers. Looking for a deeper meaning within exsistance, something that sets your soul on fire with passion. Planets in this house will be focused on deepening their philosophy and experience of the planetary archetype. In the 9th house you look to broaden your horizons.. You look to expand, to learn, to grow. Focused on the bigger picture, the larger image, the grand design.
This is the house of your career, your public image, what you build of yourself in this world. You will find the energy archetype of the type of work you will pursue. How you are perceived in the collective and who you really are in the collective. A driving force in your chart as it's the place of creation through where you build yourself in reality. The eagle eye of ones psyche. Vision.
The 11th house rules collective structures, organizations, and social circles. A workplace social structure, activist organization, a friend group.. This is all part of the 11th house archetype. Planets in the 11th house show what energies you influence the collective with through your being. The part of you that feels naturally obligated to express itself towards the collective. Its also a point of manifestation creational energy, planets in this house will show you the energy of how you go about manifesting things into your reality.
The unconscious, energy flow, and spiritual energies. Planets in this house will be tapped into intuitive Piscean energy of spiritual connection, its natural in the 12th house. Also, planets in this house will act in a largely unconscious energy, a lacking of self awareness.. Difficulty grasping self awareness towards that planetary energy. In the 12th house it is all a grand flow, like a ever changing and expanding river. Always growing or destroying through in an unconscious filter.
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
I got to put money into my savings account this check which I’m v happy about since I wasn’t able to my last check!!!!!!!! And I bought myself some foundation and some glossier products and I’m so excited bc I haven’t really bought myself stuff in a while :) And I payed my phone bill, too. I’ve got around $200 left to last me until the 24th but that’s not a big deal bc all I really need to pay for is transportation - I don’t eat out very often and I’m saving more money on transportation living in the city. W my next check I’ve got to pay my student loan payment and rent for the first of the month and I’m nervous abt how much money I’m gonna have left over after that lmao - but I’ve been picking up on call shifts at work which pay an extra $65 a paycheck and we’re getting a stipend for doing an extra project so a couple of my checks within this next month should be a lil more than usual.
So, if you recall Davos’s chapters in ADWD, Wyman Manderly had certain visitors: Symond, Jared, and Rhaegar Frey. They were there to return the bones of Wyman’s son Wendel, who had been killed at the Red Wedding, and to make sure House Manderly bent the knee to the Iron Throne.
While the three Freys are guests in White Harbor, Wyman treats them with every honor, promising to betroth his granddaughter Wynafryd to Rhaegar and his other granddaughter Wylla to Little Walder. When Davos presents Stannis’s case to Wyman, the Freys mock him, and give their cover story for the Red Wedding (that Robb had turned into a monstrous werewolf and was slaughtering everyone and they put him down). Wyman pretends to execute Davos on Cersei’s orders (thus proving his loyalty and getting his son Wylis back from being held hostage in Harrenhal), but actually hides him away safe. He then meets with Davos secretly and gives this fantastic speech.
So, after that… the three Freys leave for Winterfell, to meet up with their relatives coming for the wedding of Ramsay Bolton and “Arya Stark”. Wyman supposedly gives them three palfreys as guest gifts when they leave (note a guest gift is the official sign that you are no longer guest and host, and that guest right no longer applies). But despite those fine horses, the Freys never arrive, simply vanishing into the air. Ramsay hunts for them for sixteen days, but there’s no sign of them whatsoever. And Big Walder tells Theon, “I never thought we would [find them]. They’re dead. Lord Wyman had them killed. That’s what I would have done if I was him.”
Then at the wedding feast, Wyman, who had provided the food, presents:
three great wedding pies, as wide across as wagon wheels, their flaky crusts stuffed to bursting with carrots, onions, turnips, parsnips, mushrooms, and chunks of seasoned pork swimming in a savory brown gravy. Ramsay hacked off slices with his falchion and Wyman Manderly himself served, presenting the first steaming portions to Roose Bolton and his fat Frey wife, the next to Ser Hosteen and Ser Aenys, the sons of Walder Frey. “The best pie you have ever tasted, my lords,” the fat lord declared. “Wash it down with Arbor gold and savor every bite. I know I shall.” True to his word, Manderly devoured six portions, two from each of the three pies, smacking his lips and slapping his belly and stuffing himself until the front of his tunic was half-brown with gravy stains and his beard was flecked with crumbs of crust.
And the pies continue to be mentioned:
“No taste for pork pie, my lord? The best pork pie we ever tasted, our fat friend would have us believe.” She gestured toward Lord Manderly with her wine cup. “Have you ever seen a fat man so happy? He is almost dancing. Serving with his own hands.” It was true. The Lord of White Harbor was the very picture of the jolly fat man, laughing and smiling, japing with the other lords and slapping them on the back, calling out to the musicians for this tune or that tune.
And as the feast winds down,
Lord Manderly was so drunk he required four strong men to help him from the hall. “We should have a song about the Rat Cook,” he was muttering, as he staggered past Theon, leaning on his knights. “Singer, give us a song about the Rat Cook.”
Now, you may remember the story of the Rat Cook that Bran relates back in ASOS:
The Rat Cook had cooked the son of the Andal king in a big pie with onions, carrots, mushrooms, lots of pepper and salt, a rasher of bacon, and a dark red Dornish wine. Then he served him to his father, who praised the taste and had a second slice. Afterward the gods transformed the cook into a monstrous white rat who could only eat his own young. He had roamed the Nightfort ever since, devouring his children, but still his hunger was not sated. “It was not for murder that the gods cursed him,” Old Nan said, “nor for serving the Andal king his son in a pie. A man has a right to vengeance. But he slew a guest beneath his roof, and that the gods cannot forgive.”
Not exactly a pleasant song for a wedding celebration, is it? But as a story of vengeance… a story of the gods punishing those who betray guest right… a story of, well, cooking someone in a big pie and feeding them to their relatives… it’s very appropriate indeed.
Official histories of the United States have ignored the fact that 25 percent of all U.S. presidents were slaveholders, and that black people were held in bondage in the White House itself. And while the nation was born under the banner of “freedom and justice for all,” many colonists risked rebelling against England in order to protect their lucrative slave business from the growing threat of British abolitionism. These historical facts, commonly excluded from schoolbooks and popular versions of American history, have profoundly shaped the course of race relations in the United States.
In this unprecedented work, Clarence Lusane presents a comprehensive history of the White House from an African American perspective, illuminating the central role it has played in advancing, thwarting or simply ignoring efforts to achieve equal rights for all. Here are the stories of those who were forced to work on the construction of the mansion at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue and the determined leaders who pressured U.S. presidents to outlaw slavery, White House slaves and servants who went on to write books, Secret Service agents harassed by racist peers, Washington insiders who rose to the highest levels of power, the black artists and intellectuals invited to the White House, community leaders who waged presidential campaigns, and many others. Juxtaposing significant events in White House history with the ongoing struggle for civil rights, Clarence Lusane makes plain that the White House has always been a prism through which to view the social struggles and progress of black Americans.
Words: 1,064 (pretty short… even for a snippet) Rating: T for teen (angst and abuse mention) Pairing: Gregg x Angus Summery: It’s been three years since Gregg and Angus has made the arrangements to adopt a child of their own, but with the date for their new arrival drawing near one of the parents is starting to show signs of anxiousness, or maybe, it’s regret. Was all this really worth it?
Author’s comments: So after a million years of working at my new job and being busy with family stuff… I FINALLY got around to writing. I’ve been meaning to write something with Night in the Woods for a LONG time, and I thought something from my little AU after Night in the Woods would be a good place to start on my writing. (owo)b This little snippet is part 1 (I have part 2 already set but I will post it as soon as I come back from this errand).
Without further ado…. Here’s my writing! Enjoy!
Honorable mentions: @j4m-ch4n (my twin sis who has been wanting me to put this up), @cryssalia (who is one of the people I have looked up to when it comes to writing Night in the Woods stuff… I just wanted to thank them for the inspiration)!
Also if anyone wants to be tagged in ANY of my art/stories then please let me know!