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✧ ` /  FANGIRL  BY  RAINBOW ROWELL  PROMPTS.

❛ You can’t take back texts. ❜ ❛ You don’t push through every moment. ❜ ❛ You pay attention. You take everything in. ❜ ❛ I like your glasses. ❜ ❛ I like that you don’t smile at everyone. ❜ ❛ I choose you over everyone. ❜ ❛ You don’t have any friends. ❜ ❛ I object to every single thing you just said. ❜ ❛ Internet friends don’t count. ❜ ❛ I’m just really active in the fandom. ❜ ❛ What the fuck is ‘the fandom’? ❜ ❛ You flirt with everything. ❜ ❛ Don’t make me angry-kiss you. ❜ ❛ Maybe we should go on lots of double dates. ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with Starbucks? ❜ ❛ Don’t argue with me. You’re beautiful. ❜ ❛ I can’t even go nine hours without seeing you. ❜ ❛ I spent four months trying to kiss you. ❜ ❛ All I want now is to make it right, to make you see how sorry I am. ❜ ❛ I just want to know - are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off? ❜ ❛ There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. ❜ ❛ Why were people always going on and on about the heart? ❜ ❛ I don’t want to kiss a stranger. ❜ ❛ I don’t like the idea of lips out of context. ❜ ❛ I didn’t want to like him/her back. I tried to be mean to him/her. ❜ ❛ I thought you were just mean. I liked that about you. ❜ ❛ Will you warn me when you take off your glasses? ❜ ❛ I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. ❜ ❛ Just… isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? ❜ ❛ I’m a complete disaster. ❜ ❛ I’m not really a book person. ❜ ❛ That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said to me. ❜ ❛ How do you not like the Internet? ❜ ❛ Have you been watching me sleep? ❜ ❛ I feel sorry for you, and I’m going to be your friend. ❜ ❛ I’m sorry you ruined it by being so pathetic. ❜ ❛ I like that we’re not friends. ❜ ❛ You give away nice like it doesn’t cost you anything. ❜ ❛ You’ve got your shit together, you’re not scared of anything. ❜ ❛ I’m scared of everything. And I’m crazy. ❜ ❛ I only ever let people see the tip of my crazy iceberg. ❜ ❛ You know that I’m falling in love with you, right? ❜ ❛ I don’t just kiss people. Kisses aren’t… just with me. ❜ ❛ My plan is to do things that make you want to hang out with me again tomorrow. ❜ ❛ There are other people on the Internet. It’s awesome. ❜ ❛ I’m the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight. ❜ ❛ The ultimate act of heroism shouldn’t be death. ❜ ❛ Isn’t the best revenge supposed to be a life well-lived? ❜ ❛ The punk-rock way to end it would be to let them live happily ever after. ❜ ❛ Drinking tequila is more about the journey than the destination. ❜ ❛ You’re wearing at least four different kinds of sweater. ❜ ❛ It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you. ❜ ❛ You’re not a book person, and now you’re not an Internet person? ❜ ❛ You shouldn’t reward me for endangering your life, you know. ❜ ❛ That just shows how much you need new people.… ❜ ❛ You’re working on your final project? ❜ ❛ How many people make a career out of writing anyway? ❜ ❛ You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out. ❜

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minhogp:

He says happily when Song Ah leans in for kiss. It had only been a few hours since they had said their vows but Minho could already wholeheartedly say he had already fallen in love with calling Hansol and Song Ah his husband and wife respectively in his head. “You can’t tell me what to do. It’s my wedding too and if I want to tell you how you look completely and utterly beautiful right now and I am over the moon that we are married then I will. Even if it does make you blush.” His arm moved around her waist as he pulled her in for another kiss, staying there securely even as he did move away slightly to smile at her. “Ugh, don’t. I’m never going to forgive either of you for forcing me into this thing.” He knew he was being over dramatic but what could he say, he detested tuxs and the champagne had increased his liking for dramatics somewhat. “I really don’t get why I couldn’t have just worn a button up, suit jacket and jeans. It would have looked fine.”

   She raised her brow in his direction, questioning his statement. Licking her lips, she shot him a cheek smile, “Well, I’m your wife-- I think I can tell you what to do If I feel like it.” She was flattered by his words, though, knowing he truly meant them. “I’m glad you think i’m beautiful though, I’d hate if you thought I was ugly on my Wedding day. A bride is supposed to be beautiful right, even if she’s not really a bride?” It was true, under law they weren’t actually married, but she had the rings and the ceremony to prove it-- besides, what good was a piece of paper when it came to caring about someone anyway. As he pulled her in for a kiss her hands cupped his cheeks, holding his face there in place. When their lips parted, she took a second to open her eyes, looking up at him through thick lashes. She returned his smile, removing one hand to place on his behind with a subtle pat. “Come on, you look fine. Damn Fine,” she paused, mouth open before leaning in whisper softly in his ear, “But, not so fine that I don’t want to get you out of it.” Pulling back, she gave a little wink. “Anyways, with the way everyone else is dressed at this fucking point it wouldn’t have mattered. Have you SEEN some of the things the guests are wearing?” There was a part of her that was jealous...remotely. She’d wanted to be the only one at the wedding who looked truly sexy, but half of the women had shown up wearing little to nothing. 

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gpminki:

he looked down a little when she corrected him, and he knew that he’d contradicted himself anyway, but he was just.. confused emotionally. he wanted to be the good kid for song ah, hansol and minho– but he wanted to be with bambi too. “i know.” he mumbles, letting himself lean into the female a little– minki supposed this was what having a mother felt like, even if she wasn’t really. she felt like it though, it was why he liked having song ah around.. and why he didn’t understand when people said they were scared of her honestly. “i know.. but– bambi s’a snake too– d-does that get to work out too?”

   His question had her pausing, mulling over what the proper response was, when in honesty, she wasn’t sure there was one. She wanted to tell him it would work out, that her being a Snake didn’t matter, and it’d all turn around in the end, but she couldn’t do that. She didn’t know. There were any number of things that could’ve been wrong-- Bambi could’ve been using him to get information about the Lost Boy. She could have been pretending to care in an attempt to hurt him, and in that aspect weaken the gang. 

   Of course, there was the off chance that she really wasn’t all bad. That she really did care about Minki, and that what they had was as real as any other relationship. And even then there was the matter of trusting her. Sure, she hadn’t done anything yet, but who was to say she wouldn’t? She couldn’t reassure him that it would all be okay, so instead she just let out a small sigh, “...It’s more complicated than that, Baby.”

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hansolgp:

He had found it within himself to finally, mingle with the guests. On any other day, this would’ve equated to him yelling, screaming, maybe popping a few caps in some asses; but now that the wedding was flowing relatively smoothly, minus the snakes showing up uninvited. (He’ll make a point to knock around the shitty bouncers he paid for–high security his ass.) He was still stressed, constantly worried that something was going to happen and ruin their night; but he tried his best to forget that with a sip of his wine. The voice behind him causes a smile on his face, nodding his head at the group of guys he was talking to before turning around slowly to look down at his wife, “Noona, have I told you amazing you look yet? Have I told you that i’m so glad you’re officially mine now?– Well, mine and Hyung’s but, since he’s not here right now you’re mine and I am yours?” There’s a lopsided smile on his face, brown eyes scanning her features before a lock of his hair decides to have a mind of it’s own and slump over to it’s side. It wasn’t a bad look, probably looked more like the old Superman comics than anything. “I love you so much.”

   She hadn’t expected to find one of them so quickly, but she wasn’t complaining. She didn’t really want to search the entire venue for the two of them. Minho wasn’t nearby, which was ultimately fine, she’d see him quite soon. His compliment brought a smile to her face, giving him a small twirl, short hair bouncing around her face as she did so. “You have-- but I’d love to hear you tell me how beautiful I look again.” Taking his hands in her own, she pulled him closer to her, interlocking their fingers. It was something she'd like to hear, of course, covered in sore wounds still from the month she'd been 'missing'. Despite most of them being healed up, covered with a thick coat of concealer, they weren't ever going to be gone. Resting her head against his shoulder, she shook her head, "I think you've told me everything at least once tonight, Hansol, but I'd kill to hear you say it all again."

  Looking up, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips. God knew she was eager for the wedding to be over, for the three to go on their long awaited honeymoon (( especially after the shit the Snakes had pulled tonight )), but for now she was content. She liked the softness of their touches between each other, the sweet words, although they did make her want to cringe each time she thought over what the three were saying to one another. She could wait, for now chaste kisses would be fine.

  Nimble fingers reach up to brush the lock of hair out of his face, and back to his place, laughing slightly at the look of it. Hansol was always so put together, his wedding wasn't going to be any different, obviously, (( Especially given the groomzilla stunt he pulled, )) so she doubted he'd want a single hair out of place-- let alone a few locks. "I love you too, Baby."

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minhogp:

It never took much convincing for Minho to agree to cuddling with Song Ah or Hansol. Easily climbing in next to her and gently pulling her closer, still very mindful of her injuries. It had been a shock when she had returned Seoul, a double shock for Minho as he hadn’t been aware of her disappearance before his own return. And it had taken more than a few days for him to calm down from seeing her injured. The knowledge that someone had hurt her flaring with the same rage that came whenever Hansol got hurt.

 “I’m bored of being stuck in here. There’sonly so many things to do in this apartment before it all gets too dull and monotonous.”He mumbles as he rests his head-on top of hers. It hadn’t been easy for Minhoto accept that Hansol might have affectionate feelings for someone else whilstit was something he dealt with it wasn’t something he liked. At least not untilhe had met Song Ah and he slowly started feeling himself falling for her aswell. He knew he was in love with her at this point but it was still new andMinho couldn’t help the giddy feeling that rose in his chest when he held herclose like this.

 He moved one hand to run through her hair ashe settled into the bed. “Talk to me for a bit?” He wasn’t sure if with all hermedication how long she’d stay awake or if she would be too groggy to hold aconversation but he wasn’t against having a nap with her in his arms in needsbe. “I missed talking to you whilst I…whilst we were both gone.”

  Her arms curled around his body, pulling him closer to her as she listened to him speak. It hurt, having him pressed so tightly against her injuries, but she didn't particularly mind. She'd rather have him close-- besides, she was still decently high on painkillers. The pain was dull, more numb than anything. Pressing a kiss to his collar bone, she let her eyes close, a small sigh exiting her mouth. "Mmn...Well, I'm here, you don't have to be bored. It gets pretty lonely in here anyway."

  Admittedly, letting not just one person into her heart, but another was a little...questionable. She'd had a hard enough time with Hansol, denying it until it'd all come out of her in a messy confession. But, she'd fallen just as easily for Minho. The two were so alike, (( and god knew she loved herself. )) It was moments like this when she knew just how much she loved him, the way his body kept her warm, the way his skin smelled, simply how he felt so close to her like this. It was impossible to deny how extreme her feelings for him were, but there wasn't any need to. She was happy like this, with him, and Hansol, and she didn't feel like she needed to be ashamed of it anymore.

  Nodding her head, she nestled up closer to him, trying her best not to slip out of consciousness as they laid there like this. The sound of his breath, the way his chest rose and fell, it was all enough to lull her back to sleep, but she knew he needed the company. Quietly, she mumbled to him, "I missed you too-- both of you. It was hard, being gone from you for so long. It helped me realize things. A lot of things." She was hesitant to give the confession, but she had. Being away from the two for so long had made her realize just how dependent she was on him. How much she needed his reassurance, and soft words and subtle touches. "It made me realize how much I love the two of you.."

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Hansol: Aw, Noona. You had a crush on me. That's embarrassing!

Song Ah: We're married.

Hansol: Still!

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minhogp:

The snakes crashing their wedding had come as a surprise, Minho would admit that, but he was far too elated to truly care. They weren’t causing that much trouble anyway. His eyes brightened as he spotted Song Ah over the heads of their guests. Quickly sidetepping people to get to his wife and silently hoping she wouldn’t notice he’d managed to ditch his bowtie in the short time he’d been walking around.“Ah, there’s my beautiful zhena.” Minho’s face broke out into a grin as he was reminded once again that they were married. Not legally but that had never mattered much to Minho in all fairness.

   She bit down on her lip as soon as she heard Minho’s voice, a smile immediately forming. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, her stomach churning like butterflies trying to get out. It was all too new and exciting for her. God knew she didn’t deserve such an amount of happiness, but she was going to revel in it for as long as she could. Scarred hands took his in her own, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she pulled him closer to her, “Stop-- You’ll make me blush. Or worse-- I’ll start crying and it’ll be awkward for everyone. I’m supposed to be the tough one here. You can’t go around letting people know how weak I am for you.” She gave him another kiss, this time on his lips, lingering for a second before pulling away, A happy sigh escaped her mouth, unable to fight the smile that crept back onto her face, “Ah, I can’t get over how handsome you look. I’d say i’m sorry for forcing you into that tux, but you look too damn good to be sorry.”

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gpjaehyun:

He knew Songah was busy, especially with all the excitement that came with the Snakes showing up uninvited, but he wanted to steal a few moments alone with her. Jaehyun wasn’t really a mushy person and he usually struggled to find the words to describe how he felt, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit sentimental. Songah was the woman who recruited him into the Wildlings, the person who gave him a home when he had nowhere else to go. It felt nice to see Songah build a home of her own for herself with Hansol and Minho. If you were into that sappy shit, anyway. He was one of her more problematic dongsaengs, always an annoying thorn in her side, but Jaehyun really considered her family. “Sheesh, excuse me,” he says, stepping aside to make room for Songah to pass, but he was now falling into step behind her and trailing after her like a lost puppy. “Do you have a minute to hear about how great the fucking bride looks? ‘Coz I’m gonna tell you anyway.”

   She was about to walk off when she heard Jaehyun’s voice-- followed by a request to compliment her. Without hesitating, she turned on her heels, sliding an arm around his and pulling him closer to her so the two could navigate through the crowd together. Jaehyun was a nuisance to her, at times, but he was a member of the Wildlings, one she’d recruited, and that  made him family (( though that notion irked her-- family. )) A coy smile was perched on her lips as she looked over to him, muted brunette hair swaying as she did so, “I always have time to hear about how great I look-- Feel free to compliment me any time.” Admittedly, she could use a few compliments. She’d garnered a few nasty scars over her months in captivity, a deep slash from her cheek to her jaw, among others. She wasn’t necessarily insecure about it-- but women were supposed to look... soft... on their wedding days. So a compliment, was well overdue. 

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gpminki:

when song ah appeared next to him suddenly, he was snapped from his thoughts and instead focused on the hand suddenly in his hair. it was gentle and a soft action, and he let himself lean into the touch of it for a few moments before answering– it kind of reminded him of how he thoughts parents would act; only they were close in age.. but he didn’t really care. “m’fine..” he mumbles out though, looking down at his hands that were fidgeting with his own fingers still. he didn’t want to lie to her about bambi, but he’d need to, and he knew that. “upset.” well, it was the truth, just not upset for the reason she’d probably think, but for the fact that the snakes had crashed and blown bambi’s cover tonight instead.

   Her fingers remained in his hair for a moment longer before she pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, bringing her hand down to his shoulder. His quiet mumblings brought a frown to her lips, making her feel worse about the situation. “Fine and upset aren’t the same thing, baby,” she whispered softly, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. (( How odd, Song Ah would be playing the maternal role. )) “If you’re upset about the snakes, don’t be okay? The wedding is fine. We worked it out, alright?”

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   She hadn’t been this happy in a long time. She hadn’t even been this happy when she was engaged to Hoseok. Admittedly, the Snake’s attendance had stressed her out, but she wasn’t prepared to let them ruin her wedding. The three had opted to let them stay, rather than shed blood, especially given they’d be taking a break from their gangs for the honeymoon. The last thing they needed was the start of another gang war-- so diplomacy it was. Letting out a happy sigh, she sipped from her champagne glass, eyeing the guests as she did so. Setting her glass down on the table, she picked up the skirt of her dress and began pushing through the crowd, looking for her husbands, “’Scuse me, Coming through-- I’m the fucking bride, get out of the way.”

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gpminki:

weddings weren’t a thing that he really knew much about, only what bambi had told him already, and what he’d read online. he was a quick learner, so it didn’t take much for him to memorise everything he could read up on. but it didn’t prepare him from the actual event, and being an actual active part was just as nerve wracking as he thought it would be; but at least his hands were healed. now though, with the snakes appearing and taking bambi away from him, he’d been forced to pretend like he didn’t know– and now he was just sitting alone at one of the tables looking a little put out. he’d been having fun dancing and learning how to properly dance and now.. well now he’d lost his date, and he didn’t want to intrude on anyone else honestly.

   She had to admit, her immediate reaction wouldn’t have been to forgive the snakes and allow them to join in on her wedding-- but she was too happy to fight an entire gang tonight. It was a risky decision, letting them stay, but she didn’t feel too keen on getting her wedding dress all bloodied. Aside from the snakes’ inrusion, there was one thing bringing her down-- Minki’s long face. She thought of Minki like a son, age aside (( He was too naive to let age play in the equation )). She wasn’t sure if Minki had known about Bambi’s betrayal, but from the looks of it, he hadn’t. Walking towards him, she placed a hand in his hair, running her fingers through it softly as she sat next to him, “Hey baby, how are you doing?”

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