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RADWIMPS -. Ruth B. Sass, lot of sass. The type to absent mindlessly run his thumb over the skin of the back of your hand when you’re sat together. He plays with your hair, whether its short- he just fiddles with it or styles it crazily, give you a Mohawk. If its long, he’ll plait awkwardly if he doesn’t know how to or stick it in pigtails because he claims that you “look cute” with a shrug, or maybe he will sit and twirl it around his finger. If your hair is medium length (your ears or shoulders) then he’ll probably do the same with long hair.

His kisses are soft, playful. He boops your nose when you’re mad or annoyed. When you’re sulking, he says to you “don’t smile or anything” or “don’t smile y/n” in a playful voice and you can’t help but smile. He walks around doing weird ‘aeygo’. Sometimes it’s even in his boxers, prancing round like a raptor. He’s serious, he has a resting bitch face when he spaces out.

He does the finger guns when he flirts. On your first date together, he took to you to a street food vendor because he said that they do the better food, he was right. The amount of times you’ve caught him dancing of girl group songs is unreal.

You can hear him practice his raps while he showers, cooks or basically anything and he slays. One time, he bought hair gel from the supermarket and gelled his hair up right and kept it like that for the entire day. Back hugs, he loves back hugs because when he does, he can lean into your and steal your warmth or vice versa. He screams like a girl when you put your cold hands on his back when you’re hugging.

He’s serious af at first, but as soon as something he likes, meme is activated. Sometimes he sticks his butt in your face when you’re not paying attention.

He screams randomly, you could be sat there together just talking, reading or doing nothing at all and he’ll scream loudly and off key. He’s always so extra.

He stares at you; he doesn’t know that you know but he does. He doesn’t seem like the type to be sentimental about things but he kept the shirt you wore for bed that belongs to him, he kept the little notes you’ve written and he saves all the selfie he sends. He complains that he doesn’t have any memory on his phone because of the pictures he has of you. He loves waking up before you, so he can watch you sleep.

You could have drool hanging out of your mouth and he would still find you beautiful. He usually has the guys around and he doesn’t mind because you love it.

Shownu spends most of the time saying thank you and helping you, no matter how much you tell him its ok to be informal and treat you like a brother/sister. When he’s sick, or ill- he’s super clingy. Even if he’s snotty with the cold, he still lays on you. Head on your chest, laid between your legs and a blanket wrapped around him. He’s not always the happy and meme changkyun, he does have the days where he’s quieter, more reserved and when he’s in that frame of mind, he just wants to be around you.

You both have the comfortable silence. You both could be sat there doing your own thing and not feel the need to talk. When he texts, it’s usually something like this “Do you wanna go??” “Bring it” “ON A DATE WITH ME?! OOOOOOOOOOOOOH YOU DO” “I’m dating you, you egg”.

He feeds you food when you’re being lazy and vice versa. He boasts about breaking the camera at ISAC. His snapchats to you are mainly double chins or ugly faces. Whenever one of the other members joking flirts with you, he turns into an angry smurf. You could listen to him talk all day, you usually ask him complicated things so he has to explain it. Late at nights when he can’t sleep, he’ll ‘accidentally’ wake you up and then when you can’t sleep again. He’ll do anything for a cuddle.

He loves it when you wear his clothes. Randomly kiss his nose when he isn’t paying attention. Waggles his eyebrows at you when he suggests something sexy. He’s a soft lover. Passionate and pays most of his attention on you. He has throaty moans, melodic and deep. Sometimes he’s playful.

Sometime he’s hot and intense. Muttering in your ears sweet things and kissing you everywhere.

Kissing along your jawline. He piggybacks you to the shower usually. Joins said showers “Better for the environment to preserve water”. He catches food in his mouth, one time you were across the room throwing gummy bears at him and one was nowhere near him but he lunged to the right and caught it in his mouth.

Couple names, baby, babe, sweet, my love, what your preference is. He wears your socks. Whenever he has to go to work or go out etc, he kisses your forehead with his hand on the small of your shoulders and mutter a slightly sad goodbye.

But hells text you whenever he can or ring you. Says “I love you” in the weirdest ways but he means it. The funnest parts, to me at least, about being into Kpop while not(currently) speaking Korean, is looking up a song I really enjoy and finding out the lyrics and meaning the song was portraying. But one of the most interesting thing about Kpop, to me, is the ability to feel the emotions without even knowing what they’re saying. I can’t tell you how many times I end up crying over a song that is actually really up beat, then find out the lyrics were really saddening.

So, here’s a list of my favorite songs(and some songs in general) that have insanely beautiful and/or meaningful lyrics. Truly the ‘I am a boss ass bitch’ anthem in my mind.

A a club-worthy beat, topped with lyrics screaming about self-worth and body confidence, 2NE1′s song is definitely one that makes you feel like a Queen, and damn ready to show the world your power. I refuse to be compared I’m telling you the truth If we’re talking about my value I’m a billion dollar baby Basically a 180 from 2NE1′s song, Toy touches on the feelings of being so low in your own thoughts and being nothing more than a toy for someone to play with until they’re bored of you, to be so consumed and desperate for love and affection, one doesn’t really care that it’s not truly love and affect their getting. When I’m no longer useful you would secretly throw me away If only I can be remembered Even just a little bit Everything, I do it for you I’m a toy, toy (I believe, I read this once, but can’t find the article again) The lyrics’ writer’s original meaning was towards her deceased father and wishing he was with her again, the song’s lyrics were altered a bit to fit into wishing for her former lover to be back again, and trying to overcome the breakup in a beautiful melody. Everything finds its place and leaves You took all of me and left But like the two hands of the clock in my heart I keep lingering in the same place Honestly 2NE1 are such a girl’s best friend when it comes to life. Both songs touch on being cheated on, and putting themselves first and not putting up with such an unforgivable act. For that lipstick on your collar I can’t ever forgive you Every day, your phone’s always off It doesn’t seem like you’re going to change oh oh The first time I read the lyrics, it honestly made my heart flutter, it was so sweet.

The lyrics are full of the positive message of loving oneself and not looking for flaws that don’t exist, or simply don’t matter and just because they’re there, doesn’t make us unattractive or ugly in the slightest. No matter how much I take you apart And look and look at you I can’t find that part of yourself That you think isn’t pretty Topped with a very explicit video, both MV and lyrics heavily express and talk about a frustrating relationship and unwanted sexual advances, something I found really enjoyable and brave for a song seeing as there’s so many songs that have such underlying assault lyrics that it concerns me. Fxxk U, don’t want it now I don’t wanna lay down next to you as if it’s natural Fxxk U, you know, Fxxk U I don’t wanna do it like this This isn’t how I feel Theorized to be a goodbye song to past members, the ‘annual sad Christmas EXO song’ expresses fondness for an unseen/spoken for individual, singing words of love and adoration for someone long lost. Playing into the theory, the lyrics never indicate a significant other or female as most ‘love’ songs do, so I find myself agreeing with the song being a sad goodbye to memories made with the ex-exo members. The way you cry, the way you smile I wonder how much they mean to me The words that I regretted when I looked back I will apologize but just listen I will sing for you, sing for you Just act casually Lyrics that portray their emotions and thoughts after a breakup, that seems to be built on material wants, the cash, the diamonds, the pearls you spend, it’s nice to see lyrics that recognize an unhealthy relationship and although feeling the emotions of this person clinging tightly and refusing to leave them be, they stand their own and refuse to fall back into the relationship. I barely fell asleep late at night The ringing sound wakes me up But I turn around and close my eyes A beautiful tribute to RiSe and EunB, members of Ladies’ Code that were in a car accident and ultimately succumbed to their injuries, the song regardless of knowing the lyrics is full of such raw emotion from the mourning girls that you can’t help but cry either way. But I won’t cry, so you won’t feel bad I’ll try living without you now No matter how much it hurts, even if tears keep coming I wanna smile, I wanna think of you and smile I gotta be honest, I stopped watching BTS’ MVs because they make me crying instantly?

I don’t know what that’s aboutbut never the less, lyrics of a relationship that has changed, the lose of a friend and longing for things to be remembered and erased. Did you change? Or did I change? I hate even this moment that is passing I guess we changed I guess that’s how everything is Though not as hard hitting in the upbeat live performance of said song, the lyrics punch you in the gut none the less.

Spinning emotions of not being the idea beauty in the world of Kpop and South Korea, 2NE1′s song expresses one’s desires to be just like her, I wanna be pretty. I think I’m ugly And nobody wants to love me Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty Don’t lie to my face tellin’ me I’m pretty Lyrics that really punch you in the throat about how low people think of themselves, Loser spins an image of self-worth, or more or less the lack of confidence in yourself that I think everyone can relate to at some point or another. Honestly, I’ve never fit in with the world I was always alone It’s been a long time since I’ve forgotten about love I can’t listen to hopeful love songs anymore You and me both We’re just sad clowns, tamed, and scripted. Namjoon x Reader // College!AU, Rugby!AU // 12.8k words Summary: You wanted nothing more than to leave behind your old self when you graduated from high school and moved on to college to play rugby but when you see your high school classmate, resident fuckboy and captain, Kim Namjoon, at the rugby department orientation, you feel like everything might fall apart.

Genre: Fluff A/N: lmao soz for the weird header but I couldn’t find a good gif. Anyway, this was once supposed to be part of a collab but I’ve since revamped it and I hope you guys like it!! This one’s mainly for who sent me numerous encouraging messages when I talked about how inadequate I felt compared to those other bigger writers (’: I hope you like it!! A single word that encapsulated who you were.

You drifted in and out of high school, always in class, always present at practice yet whenever your name was mentioned, the usual response is a short pause before they say something along the lines of, oh right, her I think I’ve seen her around before It wasn’t that the people in your school were overtly unfriendly in any way but you had come in to the school halfway through sophomore year, the only new face they had seen in years and the stares you got made you feel so out of place. Just about everyone had their own group of friends and it just seemed like there was no space for you or at least that’s what you told yourself. You hated the move to this new town, to be uprooted from the place you had called home for so many years and you were so, so bitter. Dread was all you felt whenever you woke up in a house that wasn’t familiar and gloom was all that surrounded you when you walked on a path to a school you didn’t recognise.

Your classmates were excited of course, about Y/N the new transfer student but you didn’t seem to share in that emotion, always trying to push them away. You didn’t want to like this town and so, subconsciously you were trying to make it seem like this school was a horrible place. It was an almost masochistic way of living, if you will. Slowly, your classmates gave up on trying to include you in their conversations because they weren’t going to waste their time on someone who just wanted to be left alone.

Year after year, you sat in your seat, letting yourself stew in thoughts about how much better your life would’ve been if you hadn’t moved, hatred brewing within you with each passing day. Wake up, school, homework, sleep, repeat. That was all you did for 3 years. In a way, you weren’t really making the most out of your time at high school. You were simply drifting through life, trying your best to get through high school unscathed.

It’s the only word that could describe what you were but you only had you and your stubbornness to blame. Pairing: Anthony x Reader Requested?: Nope! Someone thought Ale was my “best friend who gave me orgasms” and then this happened.

Summary: None of your partners have ever satisfied you in bed. Anthony wants to fix that. (This is a smut) Warnings: oral sex, fingering, hickeys, biting, hair pulling, teasing, slight dirty talk (barely) Words: 5.2k+ (whoops) A/N: I don’t even have anything to say about this. Enjoy the sin yall. (Shout out to Ale for being my bomb ass beta) Tags: @runnerriley @thegirlonhamilton There was seldom anything you kept from Anthony.

He’s been your closest friend since birth. You grew up attached at the hip – going to the same schools and living next door to each other. When Anthony was accepted into a performing arts college with a full scholarship you celebrated for hours at his house. When you were accepted to your dream college, he snuck a bottle of champagne into your house and you both drank away in your room until the bottle was empty.

The only downfall was you would be going to college out of state. It would be the first time there was a lot of distance between you two, he wouldn’t be a 2 minute walk from you anymore. This was something you avoided dealing with for as long as you could. Then move-in day came and the van was full of your stuff. You stood in your bare room, mentally placing every item you removed back in its spot.

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“It’s so desolate.”. Prompt: Hey, i saw you have requests open, could you write a oneshot where the reader is a ward at winterfell and in love with Jon? Maybe they are reunited when Jon is king in the North? X Note: This is my first attempt at writing anything for Game of Thrones, so feel free to message me is there are any mistakes or if there is anything i should change. Hope you enjoy!

Xx Jon/Reader You supposed that one of the reasons for your closeness with Jon Snow was that you were both impostors in the Stark family, he was a Snow and a bastard, and you were a Greyjoy and a traitor. You didn’t quite fit in with the Stark’s perfect family. Your brother Theon had it easier. He had a cock between his legs, and would be able to fight for Robb, or at least be a strong ally due to the salt that ran through his veins.

He was a valuable piece in the game of thrones. You on the other hand had less value to the Starks. You could of course be married off, but you had traitors blood, so any marriage would mostly likely be to a second son of a lowly bannerman, and of no benefit to the Starks. It was Ned Stark’s honor that kept you in fine clothes (albeit not as fine as Sansa’s) and kept a roof over your head; it was the same for Jon. The pair of you had bonded over your outsider status within the walls of Winterfell. You had sat together on the servants table when the Lords of the North visited, drunk the servants bad but strong ale, and stumbled your way through the castles halls back to your respective quarters.

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You had loved him in such a way that only the innocence of youth can grant. Things were so much simpler them. You thought to yourself as you tightened your grip on the reins of your horse. Not much longer to Winterfell. As you rode you thought back to the last time you saw Jon. It had been the day Jon left for the wall, and ever since he had told you he would be leaving with his uncle you had been dreading it.

You prayed to the Gods that he would change his mind, but you knew deep down that his heart was set. When you heard the faint knock at your door you knew your prayers had been left unanswered.

He had come to say goodbye. “Lady ‘Y/N’?” “It’s open” You said with a sigh. You had always loved him as a friend, but it had never been your plan to fall in love with him. You could feel Jon’s eyes on you, as you practiced your needle work; something you only ever did when you were avoiding something else. In this case, you were avoiding Jon.

You had always known about his dreams to see the wall, and had expected it to sting if he ever did go. What you hadn’t expected was the sense of betrayal that you currently felt.

You felt Ghosts nose nudge at your elbow, and you quickly buried your face into his soft fur. You were iron born, and despite having been raised in the North, you still refused to let Jon see that you had been crying. “Y/N please look at me.” You could hear the desperation in Jon’s voice, and that was what caused you to look up. You never could bear to think of him in pain.

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“What do you want Jon? Shouldn’t you be leaving?” You knew you were being cold, but you told yourself a prolonged goodbye would only make things worse. Jon beckoned for Ghost, who acquiesced, returning to his Master.

You let out a small whine at the loss of his soft fur. Jon sat down next to you on the foot of your bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Come on love, you’ll be okay” He said giving you a small squeeze. Gods I’m going to miss this. “Besides, I’ll have to visit Winterfell.

It’s hardly as if this is goodbye forever.” You pulled away. He didn’t understand. “Bloody Hell Snow you really do know nothing!” You softened your voice when you continued, “You’ll be back in a year maybe two if you’re lucky.

I’m of an age Jon I might not have that long until they find me a husband.” Jon’s face sunk at the realization; this could be it. His grey eyes were clouded over, and you wondered if he was going to cry.

Instead he did something else, something less expected. Jon stood up, taking your hand in his. He said nothing, but his cool grey eyes were locked with yours. You thought to yourself, as he raised his free hand to your cheek. His touch was warm, and you leaned into it.

He looked into your Y/E/C eyes, and for a moment you feared that he was going to back away. Instead he pressed his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, quickly wrapping your arms around his waist. You pulled him closer to you, trying to keep as little space between your two bodies as physically possible. You felt his hands roam down your body, tracing the curve of your breasts and hips coming to rest on your hips. You heard a voice call out for Jon, and he quickly pulled away.

“It’s Uncle Benjen. I’m sorry Y/N I have to go.” Jon turned towards the door, and Ghost was quick to follow him. You remained stood in the spot where Jon had left you. You wanted to call out, to tell him that you loved him, that he couldn’t leave you.

Instead you watched him leave. The Brunette lingered in the door way for a moment, and gave you a sad smile “Goodbye Y/N” The door clicked shut, and he was gone. You could feel yourself slipping in the saddle of your horse, and your eyes lids were heavy.

Your bones ached with tiredness, but you carried on, spurred on by the twinkling lights of Winterfell, and the thought of Jon. After the Red wedding, you had fled. You rode for days, to the docks; and there took the first ship to the free cities.

Your ship landed in Braavos, and after days penned up in a cabin you were glad to be on dry land. Your time with the Starks had left you a Greyjoy unable to sail. You let out a bitter laugh. In the docks of Braavos you heard stories of Dragon queens, dwarfs riding pigs and fierce horse lords.

You had been happy for a while, until you heard a tale of a Lord commander from the Wall being raised from the dead and claiming his father’s halls. When you heard the tattooed Westrosi sailors share the story, you thought you might be sick. It was Jon, he was home – and in danger. It had been a week since that day, and you were so close to your destination. You couldn’t succumb to the tiredness now, not when you were so close to home. As you approached the gates, you saw a man on horseback riding to greet you, he seemed familiar, but you couldn’t place where it was that you knew him from, as you slipped into sleep.

When you awoke, it was not on horseback, but in a soft bed, with a jolt you realised that you were in your childhood bedroom. You quickly got out of the bed, hurriedly lacing up the back of a deep blue gown that had been left at the foot of your bed. You were about to begin your descent down to the hall when you heard a soft knock at the door.

You hadn’t had a chance to reply before Jon Snow walked into your room. Immediately he pulled you into a tight hug. For the first time in years, you allowed yourself to cry. You pulled away from the hug, taking an opportunity to study Jon. He was still as beautiful as he was the day he had left, but he looked older. His Jaw was harder, and his cheeks were stubbed, but his eyes had changed the most. They were still the sad deep grey eyes you knew, but harder now.

His eyes had seen a lifetime of pain. You wondered how you had changed. “You don’t know how good it is to see your face” Jon whispered, pulling you into another embrace, and placing a kiss against your forehead. “Back at you Stark.” You said grinning up at him. It had been two weeks since your return to Winterfell, and the change was heavy in the air.

Winter was coming, and you could feel it in your bones. Jon had been proclaimed the King on the night you arrived, two days before you woke up. Jon spent most of his days in meetings with Sansa and his Bannermen, while you had spent this time with your brother and the books Jon had bought for you. Despite the years separated from one another he still knew you inside out. The evenings you spent together, once you retired to bed he would bring you a glass of mulled wine and you would sit by the fire, talking. You hadn’t felt so young in years. It was an especially cold night, and you were curled around Jon, both muttering weak excuses about the need to stay warm.

“I’m sorry I left you Y/N” Jon said suddenly, breaking the air of companionable silence. You stiffened slightly, but regained composure with a shrug “I’m sorry too Jon, but at least I have you now.” You snuggled up closer to him.

“I learnt a lot on the Wall,” Jon said solemnly. You looked up at him questioningly, urging him with your eyes to continue.

“but I think the most important lesson of all was how miserable I am without you.” Your heart fluttered in your chest. So, had he loved you all of these years? What would happen now? Your thoughts were interrupted when he spoke again.

“My father’s men have made me king Y/N, and I there’s no one else I would rather have as my Queen.” You didn’t say anything at first, and instead pulled him down into a long overdue kiss.