category: drabble

Quit playing games

For @jadepresley 💖
This has been stuck in my head for daaaays! 


“Are you going to eat that?”

Draco frowned but shook his head and pushed his plate across the table. Potter attacked it as if he hadn’t just stuffed his face with three servings of scrambled eggs and croissants.

“Thanks,” he said, beaming at Draco. Clearing his throat, Draco had to look away, otherwise Potter might have noticed how pink his cheeks had suddenly gotten. He really didn’t understand Potter. He didn’t understand this whole strange situation they were in. Who would have thought he and Potter would become the kind of friends who would meet on Sundays for brunch? As much as Draco had always fantasised about becoming friends with him, this was an unexpected outcome. But not as unexpected as what had happened a few days ago…

“Potter, I think you’ve had enough to drink.”

“Dracoooooo! Don’t be such a drag!”

Draco blinked, the sound of his own name still ringing in his ears. Was this the first time Potter had said his given name to his face? Draco hated how much he enjoyed it. Watching Potter sway as he tried to make his way to the bar, Draco grabbed his arm.

“No more drinks for you,” he said resolutely.

“Dracoooo.” Potter knitted his brows together and started pouting. He actually pouted. Draco felt like he was going to faint.

“No, you’ve had enough.” His eyes darted down to Potter’s mouth. His lower lip was trembling and Draco wished he could stop the trembling by softly biting into it. “This won’t work on me,” he said, mentally cursing his voice for sounding so unsteady.

“Are you sure?” Potter said, his mouth stretching into a smile. “Then maybe this will!” With childish enthusiasm, Potter threw his arms around Draco’s neck. Their bodies were suddenly flush against each other.

“What are you-?” Before Draco could finish his question, Potter’s lips were on his, moving slowly and softly. Draco was too stunned to push him away. And honestly, he didn’t want to. Potter was kissing him! And the way he was kissing him… He didn’t seem as drunk as Draco had thought. Or maybe, he was just an exceptionally good kisser.

Against his better judgement, Draco closed his eyes and tentatively placed his hands on Potter’s hips. Potter let out a deep sigh that send a delicious shiver down Draco’s spine. But wait… this wasn’t right. Potter wasn’t in his right mind.

Reluctantly, Draco detached his lips from Potter’s and stared at him. He was not prepared for the sight that met him. Potter was gazing at him dreamily, a wide smile plastered on his face.

“See? I know it would work on you,” he mumbled, before his head collapsed on Draco’s shoulder. The added weight, from Potter going completely limp in his arms, made Draco stumble.

“What in Merlin’s name was that?”

Draco had asked himself that question a lot over the last couple of days. He still had no idea. Potter had acted like nothing had happened when they had seen each other again. Maybe he didn’t remember. But something was definitely off; Potter kept finding excuses to touch Draco in seemingly innocent ways and whenever he thought Draco wasn’t paying attention, he kept giving him these looks.

At first, Draco had thought he was just imagining things, but it kept happening and it left Draco confused and frustrated. What was Potter doing?

“Hey, I thought we could go to the movies tonight,” Potter said, completely nonchalant.

“The movies,” Draco repeated flatly.

“Yeah, you know, the Muggle-”

“I know what it is,” Draco snapped. He took a sip of his coffee and slammed the cup back down on the saucer.

“Is that a no?” Potter asked. Draco looked away, not sure what to say. As much as he enjoyed spending time with him, the way Potter was behaving made everything so hard. Draco wasn’t sure he could do it for much longer without exploding. Maybe it would be better to pause this friendship thing for a little bit. When his eyes found Potter’s again, his mouth opened involuntarily. Potter’s eyes were piercing and there was an odd expression on his face.

“Hold on, you’ve got some crumbs-” He leaned over the table, his hand outstretched. Draco blinked as Potter’s fingers brushed the corner of his mouth. They definitely lingered there longer than necessary. This was it! Draco had enough of this teasing.

Slamming his hands down on the table, he pushed himself out of his seat and stormed out of the café. What did Potter think they were doing? He acted like they were just friends, just friends, and then he did something like that. Seriously, it was all Potter’s fault. If the git hadn’t kissed him-

“Draco!”

Draco stopped in his tracks, a warm feeling spreading inside his chest. Stupid, stupid! He shouldn’t be feeling that way.

“Draco, wait!” Potter caught up to him, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around. “What’s going on? Why did you just leave like that?”

Draco scowled at his feet, not wanting to look Potter in the eyes.

“Is it something I did?” Potter asked, sounding genuinely unsure. Draco snorted. “What is it? Talk to me?” Potter lowered his head to catch Draco’s eyes and Draco suddenly felt fingers brushing the hair out of his face.

“This! This!!” Slapping his hand away, Draco finally looked up. “You’ve got to stop doing that!”

Potter looked shocked. He clearly hadn’t expected such an outburst.

“You can’t just do that all the time. Touch me like that.”

Draco watched as Potter’s face fell. He bit his lip and started wringing his hands.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it made you that uncomfortable.”

Wait, why did Potter look so crestfallen? That didn’t make any sense.

“It does,” Draco said through gritted teeth. “It would be much easier if you could be… a little more decisive.” Draco really didn’t want to have this conversation. He was pretty sure he’d just end up humiliating himself. And maybe, it would even mean the end of his friendship with Potter.

“What do you mean, more decisive?”

Draco sighed. Maybe his friendship with Potter was already over. Draco couldn’t stand to be around him like this.

“Maybe you behave like that around your friends. I don’t. There’s a line between- It’s not something you just- There’s a difference between-” Draco didn’t know how to explain it to Potter without sounding like a lovesick fool.

“Do you mean- I-… Are you talking about the kiss?” Potter sounded extremely nervous. Draco gaped at him.

“You remember? I thought you didn’t remember.”

“No, I remember,” Potter said quietly.

Draco’s mind reeled.

“Then why- What are you doing? I can’t even tell if that was accidental or not? If you regret it or not? What is this- What are we-”

“I don’t know, okay?” Potter interrupted him. “I don’t know.”

Draco studied him, taking in the insecure expression on his face.

“Even if you don’t know, you can’t just do that to me,” he murmured. “I have no idea what to think anymore.”

Potter bit the inside of his cheeks, before taking a step towards Draco.

“But you like me, right?”

Annoyed, Draco clicked his tongue.

“I’m pretty sure the answer to that is painfully obvious.”

Potter took another step, so that their chests were touching. Reaching for Draco’s hands, he interlaced their fingers and peered up at him from under his lashes.

“Would you…” His voice quivered slightly. “Would you want to kiss me again?”

Draco opened his mouth but no sound came out. Had Potter really just asked him-

“Potter, what are you doing?” he said, almost choking on the words. His eyes darted down when Potter licked his lips in one swift motion. “This is what I’m talking about. You can’t just keep playing these games with me.”

“It’s not a game,” Potter said, his expression turning serious. “I have no idea what I’m doing, okay? I have no idea how to handle… this.” He gave Draco’s hands a squeeze and guided them to the small of his back. “I’ve never fallen for a bloke before. Not like this. And you’re not just any bloke. It’s a little overwhelming, alright?”

Draco was glad Potter had stopped talking. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hear anything else over the ringing in his ears.

“Did you just say- You… What?”

Potter laughed, loud and wide. It made Draco weak in the knees.

“Can we please not dwell on this? This is embarrassing enough,” Potter said, pressing his body against Draco’s. “So, you still haven’t answered my question. Would you kiss me again?”

Instead of answering, Draco made a deep gurgling sound at the back of his throat. Before Potter had the chance to comment on it, Draco grabbed his face with both hands and started kissing him like he had wanted to for as long as he could remember.

“I swear to Merlin, if you take back what you just told me and we go back to being friends, I’m going to hex your testicles off,” he growled against Potter’s lips.

“Oh, I think we can make use of them in a much better way,” Potter chuckled, burying his hands in Draco’s hair. Draco groaned. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. After all this time. Finally!

anonymous asked:

House of cards- BTS 💝

시간을 Slow down
조금만 더, 머물러 줘 oh
Please Baby. Calm down
조금만 더
Slow down the time
Please stay just for a little more oh
Please Baby. Calm down
Just a little more

Just a Little More

“Jungkook it’s one in the morning.”

“So?”

“You know this is a bad idea.”

“Does it look like I care?” Jungkook scoffs, easing out of his coat and letting it fall to the floor. Jimin, clad in an over-sized t-shirt and boxers, watches warily from the hallway. The curtains on the kitchen window are still thrown open, and if a neighbor happened to look in…

Jimin doesn’t have much time to worry, Jungkook’s on him in an instant, pushing him surprisingly gently into the wall. Jimin’s shirt is worn enough that the collar is already falling off his shoulder, so Jungkook doesn’t have to push it back as he latches on to Jimin’s neck. Jimin doesn’t resist, doesn’t want to, just cocks his head to the side to give Jungkook a better angle. 

A hand travels up the other side of his neck to his tousled bleached hair. Jungkook grips the strands between his fingers and Jimin whimpers on impulse. His hands grasp at Jungkook’s waist, and for a second Jungkook thinks Jimin might finally push him away, but he doesn’t. Instead, Jimin pulls him closer, nails digging into Jungkook’s skin. Cold, he’s so cold. Jimin wants to kiss him until his faced is flushed and he’s warm, warm, warm. 

The breaking of the skin hardly hurts anymore, just a pinprick and then gone. But the blood, the feeling of blood being pulled from his veins will never go away. Jimin holds on to the few seconds of pure pleasure that courses through him, before the inevitable blackout. 

He wakes up slowly, pillowed in his bed by his duvet cover and…Jungkook. Just a couple rays of sunlight peak over the horizon. He should really close the curtains.  

“You…stayed?” Jungkook sighs, nosing at the hair on the back of Jimin’s neck. 

“Was tired. Bed smelled good,” Jungkook mutters, loosening his hold on Jimin’s waist. Jimin turns over quickly, holding Jungkook’s arm in place. He looks much better than last night, Jimin muses. No dark under-eye circles, no sallow cheeks, no hunched over walk…in fact, there’s a little color in his cheeks and he almost looks, well, human. Jimin reaches out and traces Jungkook’s jawline with his fingertips.

“You’re warm,” Jimin’s eyes widen. Smiling lightly, Jungkook covers Jimin’s hands with his own.

“Just your blood,” He sounds amused. “I should leave soon.”

Jimin whines and buries his head under Jungkook’s chin. He shouldn’t. He should be flinging himself away from Jungkook in disgust, running from him in fear. 

Jungkook chuckles, worming one of his legs between Jimin’s. 

“Okay. Just a while longer.”   

Mod Original: Thank You

They were exhausted. Once the hunters had all run away and Scott sent word that the Anuk-Ite was destroyed, Theo and Liam decided it was high time to go home and get some much needed sleep.
“Looks like I’m back to sleeping in my truck,” Theo muttered, digging around in his pocket for his keys.
Liam gave him an incredulous look. “You’ve been staying in your truck?” he demanded in shock.
Theo blinked at him blearily, too tired to really understand why Liam was so upset. “Yeah, so?”
Liam shook his head. “You’re staying with me. Come on, let’s go.” He grabbed Theo’s hand and began dragging him away.
“Wait, for how long?” Theo asked, stumbling to keep up.
“Forever,” Liam replied adamantly. He faltered slightly. “O-or at least until you can get your own place.”
Theo looked at him in awe. “Liam…”
Liam blushed. “What?” he snapped.
“I…” Theo laughed and shook his head. “I never said thank you, did I?”
That caused Liam to stop. He turned to face Theo and frowned at him. “For what?”
In that moment, Theo couldn’t hold back anymore. “For everything,” he whispered before grabbing Liam by the waist and pulling him into a searing kiss.
Liam was shocked at first, but that quickly melted away and he eagerly kissed back. “You should thank me more often,” he said when they finally parted.
Theo grinned. “I look forward to it.”
~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: I just watched the finale and I’m Not Okay™. It was really good, but I was disappointed with the lack of Thiam that I was promised. So, I made my own. Hope you enjoy! As always, feel free to let me know what you think!
-Mod Kai

Anniversary

“Plagg? Marinette said you wanted to see me?” Tikki paused at the hatch leading up to Marinette’s balcony and frowned when there was no answer. Deciding that the silence was too innocent, she phased through and floated up. “Honestly, if this is another one of yours and Trixx’s pranks, you silly cat-”


Tikki trailed off, eyes going wide as her breath caught in her throat. All of the strung lights on the balcony had been plugged in, and were added to by about half a dozen tealight candles flickering gently from where they were scattered around the balcony. One was resting on the small table, along with two larger objects. Tikki floated closer, then gasped and covered her mouth with her tiny hands at finding two cupcake-sized cheesecakes resting on tiny plates.


A form only slightly larger than her own and covered in dark, velvet fur pressed against her side, cheek rubbing against her own in feline affection. “I knew you’d like it. It’s been a while since we’ve celebrated our anniversary, and, well…” Plagg fidgitted, and Tikki couldn’t help a delighted giggle as she hugged him tightly.


The other kwami were convinced that Plagg didn’t have a romantic bone in his body. Tikki knew better.


Plagg squeaked, then hugged her back just as tightly before breaking away. “Come on, before the cheesecakes go bad. Marinette found a recipe called ‘death by chocolate’ for yours.” He shook his head in amusement. “I know how you love your chocolate.”


Tikki gave a small laugh, diving in for another hug. Yes, she loved chocolate, but she loved her grumpy, sweet other half far more.

either or (you and me)

yoonkook drabble inspired by yoonkook asking if they should do lamb skewers business together lmffkdjs and yoongi’s parents being like NOPE




“ahhhh i really wanted to do it!” jungkook flops onto his back, rolling round on the couch. yoongi pulls his headphones down.

“we can still do it,” he turns in his chair, hands folded in his lap. jungkook squirms onto his side, cheek smushed against the couch arm, glasses slightly askew; it’s cute. yoongi clears his throat. “i mean, it’s not like we’d be doing it for a while either way. it’s not really up to them to decide.” at this, jungkook extends one arm and waves a finger in a ‘no no’ fashion. yoongi’s brows rise.

“nope,” jungkook finally gives up and sits upright like a sort of normal human being, folding his legs underneath himself. “i know you care what they think,” he holds his hand up when yoongi opens his mouth to argue, “which’s good. i care too. and the furniture thing could be fun.”

yoongi sputters. “i was joking.”

“but you weren’t joking about the restaurant?”

“well, no,” if yoongi could back-pedal on a rolling chair he would; but the back of it is already against his desk. he blinks. “would you really want to?”

jungkook rolls his eyes and considers throwing a pillow at yoongi except that might be hazardous for all his equipment, so jungkook just stares at him. he thinks about the yoongi who used to hold him in the dance practice room when he’d fall asleep by accident; he thinks about yoongi grinning at him during their recent choreography break together, his hand at the back of his neck like it belongs there. he thinks about yoongi as he is now, his favorite version because it is also yoongi’s favorite version of himself – in his finest element; creating. he thinks about how he loves him, because that’s definitely what it is and jungkook has grown into himself now enough to know it. and it’s funny, how he can have his little crushes on the others too – because he loves them also, is inhumanly fond of all of them; and well why wouldn’t he be? they have only ever been there for him; and isn’t that everything? with yoongi it is different though.

the idea of a business together means the idea of a future together, beyond bangtan for all that jungkook wants this to last forever too.

the idea is: not having to say goodbye.

so when he asks yoongi if he’s serious, the smile he sends him is very serious – seriously warm, seriously open, seriously in love.

he watches carefully, the slight glare of the light caught on his own glasses doing nothing to obscure a flicker of something like comprehension that appears and disappears so fast, if jungkook had not been looking so closely, he would have missed it; but he sees it. he waits.

yoongi shifts in his chair, hands going to his knees. he’s nervous. jungkook wonders if that’s good or bad.

“of course i want to,” jungkook gets off the couch and stands so near to yoongi that they’re touching – barely but very all at once. jungkook imagines being bolder, imagines pushing yoongi’s beanie up off of his hair and watching the unruly light blue fall into his perfect dark eyes, imagines maybe kneeling down in front of him just to make a point or pulling yoongi up just to make another point; but it’s imagination and jungkook is not bolder, not yet. he’s just what he is right now: in love and knows he’s in love and likes to be close. it’s enough. for now. yoongi surprises him by leaning up to fix jungkook’s glasses, his fingertips grazing his skin brief warm and wanted when he lowers his hand.

“it doesn’t have to be furniture either,” yoongi more or less blurts out – the way you do when you’re so nervous you just let the first thing that comes to mind be what you say. all in all, it could be worse. yoongi could have said one of the other things on the heels of that thought, things like: that makes me happy, you make me happy, 'we’ make me happy. things yoongi knew but never consciously Thought and now that he’s thinking it, well. he looks away but the soft burn in his cheeks is there anyway; stupid complexion.

but when jungkook laughs he looks back up, his own smile suddenly there because jungkook’s joy is contagious. that’s something they all agree on. just the other day he’d been in namjoon’s studio, giving input where he wanted it and where he didn’t, saw the picture of all seven of them on his desk, picked it up and said: “we’re good now aren’t we.” namjoon pulled him in by his waist like the old friend he is and said,

“yep,” then asked why yoongi thought the transition in the current track needed to be moved.

a little after that they heard jungkook’s laughter. they know each other well enough to recognize that’s jungkook’s 'i’m watching something funny on my phone while walking down the hallway despite all the hazards that come with that’ laugh. namjoon chuckled and yoongi shook his head and namjoon said without any prompting, “love that kid.”

yoongi didn’t notice his own words as much as namjoon did when he murmured, “yeah….same.”

now, watching jungkook bubble over with brightness, yoongi sees parts of all of them in how he ducks his head, how he can laugh with his whole body, how he curls his fingers, how he emanates an invigorating sort of love that says: if you’re doing good, i’m good too.

yoongi considers the probability of being in love.

blinks again.

“maybe we’ll do both,” jungkook says and locks his hands behind his back like a child, bending forward so that his face is level with yoongi’s, and it’d be both easy and hard to kiss him. yoongi wants to, isn’t as shocked by it as he might have been a couple years ago; but he doesn’t. instead he reaches a hand up to card through jungkook’s hair, ruffling it just this side of playful and adoring, hums a thoughtful sound and says,

“maybe we will.”

a moment passes. jungkook’s glasses slide down his nose. yoongi fixes them again, gently recedes…only to pull jungkook along with him by his wrist. at his desk he lifts his headphones off his own neck and puts them on jungkook; one ear still lifted, he says,

“not sure about this one. might be pretty good in the end but the foundation’s got to have more melody…ah anyway…” he smiles, all teeth this time, taps the side of jungkook’s neck and looks back at the screen as he hits play and says softly,“let me know.”

eventually, jungkook does.


anonymous asked:

30 Prinxiety?

// short and shit //

“Did you hear the news?” Roman asks, practically bouncing when he walks into the commons. His entire face is flushed and he can’t stop grinning, so it has to be something good.

“MCR is coming back?”

Roman rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t stop smiling.

“Then I don’t care, go fuck yourself.”

“Anyways… Pat and Logan, Thomas has fallen in love!”

Patton and Roman can’t help gushing about it, but Virgil simply retreats to his room to listen to his favorite song, Logan not far behind

Request: Movies

(As requested by @i-heart-sterek Hope you enjoy!)

“No way. Absolutely not.”

Theo smirked as he parked his truck outsid the theater. “What’s wrong? Afraid of clowns?”

Liam glared at him. “No. I just don’t want to see a movie filled with gore and horror while on a date.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Come on, Liam, I thought you liked horror movies. You were the one who insisted we watch Blair Witch Project when Mason and Corey came over last week. I think they’re still afraid to go into the woods.”

“I do like horror movies!” Liam protested, looking uncomfortable. “I just… don’t want to see this one.”

Theo sighed and looked over at his Mate. “You’re really freaked out about it, aren’t you?”

Liam shifted in his seat and nodded. “I just… When I was a kid we went to the circus and there was this one clown who kept showing up and trying to talk to me and stuff. It really freaked me out.”

Theo nodded. “Okay, fine. What do you want to see?”

Liam blinked, surprised. He thought Theo would tease him about it. “Um… what about The Hitman’s Bodyguard?”

A grin stretched across Theo’s face. “This is why I love you.”

Liam smiled back. “I love you too.”

~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: So I haven’t actually seen IT and I don’t really plan to considering clowns scare the everloving crap out of me. Anyway, I’m not sure this is exactly what you had in mind, @i-heart-sterek but I sort of got this idea in my head and ran with it. I hope it’s okay! Feel free to let me know what you think!

-Mod Kai

anonymous asked:

Can I get prompt number 3 from the “right to the good parts” prompt list - 'I just told you I liked you but now I’m shy and say “never mind, forget it” and why are you looking at me like that?' with Daveed pls?

“I like you.”

The words hung in the air as Daveed stares at you, a look of what seems like shock and bewilderment on his face.

Those three words are ones that you’ve wanted to say for so long. You wanted to say them after he let you crash at his place when your ex kicked you out and you had no where else to go. You wanted to say them when he helped you pick up the pieces after the breakup and helped you find a new place to live. Wanted to say them when he kissed you on the forehead the day you finally moved into your new place. But you chose now, not because you felt like it was the ‘right time’ but because of jealousy.

When he walked into Rafa’s party last night with another girl on his arm a swirl of anger and hurt washed through your stomach like a wave. It threw you off the entire night, you couldn’t enjoy yourself because you kept catching quick glimpses of him out the corner of your eye and glared. That’s why this morning you knew what you had to do. You didn’t care that the girl might be in his bed, you just needed to say it finally.

As Daveed continues to stare at you, a feeling of panic hits you. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe he doesn’t like you back and this is going to be the end of a friendship. A really good friendship.

“N-never mind, forget I said anything since you obviously don’t feel the same way,” you mutter, dropping your eyes away from his and turning to leave.

As you take a step away his hand reaches out to grab your arm, causing you to freeze and holding you to that spot.

“Don’t go. I… you should come in, we should talk about this,” he says, his voice quiet, almost a whisper.

You turn back to look at him.

“I don’t want to talk about it Daveed if you don’t feel the same way,” you tell him.

You can’t read his face, cant tell what he’s thinking as he pulls you a little closer.

“Fine we won’t talk. But I still want you to come inside,” he says as he steps in and leans down to capture your lips with his.

Your eyes go wide in shock, until you finally relax and start to kiss back, you hands reaching for that toned chest.

“Okay… okay I’ll come in,” you whisper once he finally pulls away.

[Short Drabble. What if Prompto talked to the moon every night of those 10 years that Noct was gone?]

“Hey there, Luna,” Prompto laughed tiredly. “I, uh. I hope it’s a nice night over there. No daemons, I hope? Anyway, um. It’s been a year now, since Noct left. I- Is he, uh… is he with you?” He rubbed his neck and gave a shaky breath. “I really miss him. It’s funny how things work, how you were kinda the reason I really got to know Noct in the first place, huh? ” A soft smile ghosted over his lips. “The way he talks– talked about you.. you were really special to him, so wherever he is now, I hope you two can uh.. can be together.” Prompto took a shuddery breath and drew his eyes to his lap. A few silent, hot tears rolled down his cheeks. “If he is there, uh. Tell him his buddy said hi, okay?” He looks back up at moon for a long time. “Thank you, Luna. For everything”

My Feet Are Cold

So, my feet are currently cold - which I hate. So, I thought of this little drabble and thought to share it with the world.

*~*

Daenerys awoke with a start as she felt something incredibly cold touch her bare legs. She glanced at the man behind her as his arm wrapped around her middle, a soft smile on his face. 


Jon Snow seemed to be blissfully sleeping as his perpetually cold feet tangled with her legs and though she tried to move away from them, there was no escape. She finally turned in his arms and huffed out a breath. “Jon.” He didn’t open his eyes, a grunt being her only response from him. “Jon,” she said a little louder and his arm tightened around her as he buried his face into the side of her neck.

The urge to wake him and make him move his offending cold feet was strong. However, the smile that graced his usually dour expression, the tightness of his hold on her, and the feel of his soft breath against her skin was enough to make her silence her protest. 

She knew he was sleeping and she closed her eyes, taking in the calm of the early morning. The sun was not yet up and her wolf was sleeping. She’d let him.

Daenerys would simply demand some sort of penance for interrupting her sleep with his cold feet. 

a-literal-trash-man  asked:

I have a great idea for a drabble if you are interested. Hana plays one too many horror games and asks if she can sleep in the reader's bed for the night.

Originally posted by nurse-peach

Hana knocked on the door to your dorm before quickly opening the door, shuffling inside, and shutting it behind her, making sure to lock it too. She then turned on your lights, promptly waking you up at three in the morning.

“Hana, what are you doing?” You asked, squinting against the light, the poor girl looked scared once you were finally actually able to see her. You sat up in your bed and she basically threw herself into your bed beside you. 

“I played too many horror games, I’m sleeping here tonight.” She whispered, crawling under your comforter and pressing her back against the wall, you laughed quietly and nodded, getting up and turning the light off, once you returned to your bed you turned on the bedside lamp, and dimmed it. 

“Goodnight, Hana, wake me up if you get spooked again.” You yawned, settling yourself back down into the blankets again, drifting back to sleep, with Hana slowly inching closer towards you to use you as protection against any monsters.

anonymous asked:

for the angst prompts, I'm thinking 10 with Jamilton? Thank you!!

10. “You know damn well why things are the way they are.”

Alexander smoothed his hair back into its usual ponytail, eyes aimed toward the window looking over the street far below. “It’d be nice,” he said, not looking at Thomas. “If we had a decent amount of time. Lunch break blowjobs are nice and all, but it all feels a bit rushed, doesn’t it?”

Thomas snorted. “What? You want me to take my time? Make love to you?”

“No.” Alexander crossed his arms over his chest. Would it be nice to have Thomas’ lean form lying next to him, basking in the afterglow while they both pretended everything was normal? Yes, but that wasn’t what he was here for. “But you have to admit enough time to actually fuck me would be appreciated.”

“If you say so.” Thomas shrugged. “Why? Do you want me to? Do you want to be bent over this desk biting down on your tie to keep quiet like some porno? Is that gets you off? Is my hand not good enough for you?”

Alexander turned around and leaned against the wall. “The whole sneaking around thing isn’t that great is all I’m saying. It’s pure luck we’ve managed this long. I’m just saying it wouldn’t be out of place to at least get a motel room or something.”

“If you think I’m actually going to lower myself to a fucking motel just to fuck you-”

“Maybe not a motel, that was just an example.” 

“You know damn well why things are the way they are, Hamilton,” Thomas said. “It’s not like we can have people find out about this. We’re supposed to hate each other-”

“We do hate each other,” Alexander slid in.

“Stop interrupting me!” Thomas said, eyes narrowed. Alexander snorted. Thomas continued, “it’d be suspicious if we both left early, and despite what you might have Washington believing, we do need to sleep to function. There’s not enough time in the day.”

“One day someone’s going to walk in one us - an unlocked door, a forgotten appointment - and it’s all going to be for nothing.”

Thomas sneered. “Well, we just can’t let that happen, can we now?”

“Chances would decrease if we weren’t here.”

Thomas shook his head. “Good bye, Hamilton. Tell your wife I say hello.” 

// angst prompts // ko-fi

#11: You just cut in front of an old lady, and then you proceeded to flip her off in the rearview...all the while speeding. - MARTY SCURLL

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“Let’s go.” Marty grumbled as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, not even bothering to shower or change before he left the venue.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked.

“No.” He said as he stepped out of his locker room and headed down the hallway towards the parking lot. You sighed and hurried to catch up with him.

You slid into the passenger seat and Marty sped out of the parking lot before you even had your seatbelt on.

He pulled out of the parking lot and sped off down the street. You gripped onto the bottom of your seat as Marty drove. You had never seen him this upset over a match. You knew that he got robbed of the championship. He had reason to be upset. But he was going to kill both of you if he wasn’t careful.

“Come on! Hurry up!” Marty said as he slammed his hand against the steering wheel as he got caught on a one-way street behind a slower moving car.

“Marty they’re going the speed limit. Relax.” You said.

You heard Marty scoff as he checked the rearview mirror. Then he sped up to pass the car. You glanced in your car and saw that it was an older woman behind the wheel.

“Marty, what are you doing?” You yelled realizing that you were in a No Passing Zone.

“She was driving too slow.” He mumbled as he merged back into the correct lane, showing his middle finger to the lady in the rearview mirror.

You just cut in front of an old lady, and then you proceeded to flip her off in the rearview…all the while speeding. Are you insane?” You asked as you looked over at him.

“Relax. It’s not a big deal.” He said.

“It is a big deal! You could get us killed driving like that! I know you’re upset but that doesn’t give you the right to drive like a madman!”

Cynosure - A Scarlet Vision Oneshot

AN: @nononokey brought to my attention a while ago the mysterious painted mirror you can see in this post. We talked about it AGES ago and we both thought that this could be the reason why.

I’m so so so so so so sorry for not getting this out sooner. Thank you so much for sending in this prompt.

Send me a word from this post and I’ll write a Scarlet Vision drabble

Cynosure – A focal point of admiration

“Both you and your frate have tata’s eyes,” a soft voice whispered in Wanda’s ear, followed by the feeling of a comb gently brushing her mop of tangles.

With each subtle movement of her mămică’s feet, Wanda swayed to the rhythm of the rocking chair they were perched on. Nimble fingers braided the strands until Wanda’s hair rested on her shoulder in an identical style to her mămică.

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geekchicshipping - 65 :)

Hey, anon, here’s this thing! Just like always, my brain blanks out on whatever a drabble is and just goes to town on plot. These things end up getting progressively long because of it. Lmao.

I would also like to add that this was inspired loosely by an old pro-GeekChic commentary that @taillow-suift wrote back in the day. Maybe not loosely. The point is that, when I really got knee-deep in writing it, I couldn’t help thinking about how much more concern for Serena Clemont showed, how much more it might have meant, and how Ash’s positivity would have given Clemont the ability to have more faith even though he’s still as worried and wary for her as he ever was.

OoO

GeekChicshipping: “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”


This wasn’t how she’d imagined things transpiring for her after she left Ash behind in Kalos almost two years prior.


Serena sighed and accepted the mug of hot tea Clemont offered her with a weak smile, sipping at it cautiously while he took a seat across from her with his own beverage in hand.


“So how’s your mom doing? I’m guessing you went to visit her first once you finished out the most recent Kalos Queen circuit.”


“Oh… She’s alright. She’s really proud of me for how far I’ve gone to try and achieve my dream of being the showcase queen, or so she says. To travel out of the region just to find some references or inspiration for my next time around…” the honey-haired performer faltered and sighed, placing her mug on the proffered coaster that had been slid in front of her by her host, hmming to herself as if to voice that she wasn’t sure it was worth finishing her statement.


“Serena? Something wrong?” Clemont proved softly, clear blue eyes peering into hers.


“Well, you… probably watched how things panned out from here in Lumiose City, right?”


“Uh…”


The teenage gym leader’s halfhearted response dispersed into the air as if it were a frigid breath on a brisk wintry morning. Unfortunately, beyond that failed attempt at consideration and comfort, he found himself at a loss for words.


“I still couldn’t compare to Aria, even after all that time I spent away from Kalos, studying to surpass her. I feel like such a disappointment. I don’t know what Palermo could possibly have seen in me.”


“Oh, Serena, you can’t really feel that way, can you? You’ve come a long ways from that girl who wasn’t even willing to consider finding herself a serious goal. That’s what Palermo must have seen in you. That’s what you decided to see in yourself, wasn’t it…? Especially… especially after you lost that first showcase.

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#64: You love me and you know it. - BIG CASS & ENZO AMORE

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“We’re not goin’ out tonight.” Enzo said as he looked up at you from where he was sitting on the hotel bed.

“But everyone is going out tonight! And we don’t have a show tomorrow!” You whined as you looked at him and then up at Cass.

“Sorry, I’m with Zo. I’m staying here.” Cass said as he sat down on the bed and kicked his shoes off.

“You guys really aren’t going out? You always go out!” You said.

Why was it that the one time you actually wanted to go out Cass and Enzo wanted to be boring and stay at the hotel all night.

“Did you not see our match out there? We took a beating!” Enzo said.

“Yes I saw it. Going out is a good way to help you forget about it!” You said.

“We’re not goin’ out,” Cass said as he reached behind him for the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

You sighed and made your way over to your suitcase. They could stay in the hotel if they wanted to but you were going out and you were going to have fun with or without them.

You reached into your bag and pulled out the strapless black dress that you had been dying to wear. You then made your way into the bathroom. You took a shower to freshen up and make sure everything was clean and shaved in case you happened to get lucky tonight. You then slid on a lacy thong before sliding the dress on.

You turned from side to side in the mirror to see how you looked. You ran your hands down the front of the dress to smooth out a few wrinkles. You smiled, satisfied with how well it hugged your curves. You then went to work on curling your hair and doing your makeup.

“Will ya hurry up in there! Some of us have to go!” You heard Enzo say just before he knocked on the door a while later.

“Oh shush it!” You said as you set down your mascara and opened the door.

“Whoa,” Enzo said as his eyes ran over your body.

“What?” You asked.

“Little short, ain’t it?” He asked as he pointed to the bottom of the dress that landed about halfway up your thigh.

“My ring gear is shorter than this, Zo.” You said as you stepped past him.

Cass was laying on one of the beds scrolling on his phone and he glanced up at you.

“Where’s the rest of it?” He asked.

“It’s not that bad.” You said as you walked over to your suitcase to get a pair of shoes out.

“Why you dressed like that anyway?” Enzo asked from behind you.

“I’m going out with Carmella.” You said.

“Like that? No way.” Cass said.

“Just cause you guys don’t want to go out doesn’t mean I can’t.” You said as you slide your left foot into your shoe.  “Maybe somebody else will appreciate me in the dress.”

“You’re crazy if you think we’re lettin’ you go out like that,” Cass said motioning towards you.

“Then come with.” You said.

If looks could kill you probably would’ve been dead. Your lips curved into a smirk knowing that they weren’t going to let you go out alone in a dress like that. Cass swung his legs over the bed and stood up to walk over to his suitcase.

“I really hate you sometimes.” He mumbled as he dug around in his bag for something to wear.

You love me and you know it.

Risking it all in a glance

“Draco… Draco.” 

His father’s voice sounded strained, almost like a scared whisper. He hesitantly stretched out his arm, his hand balled into a fist. Draco swallowed hard as several heads turned towards him, watched him. He was sure they all expected him to walk across the courtyard without hesitation. It was where he belonged after all.

All these years he had done as his father had said. He hadn’t defied him once. But now, everything in him screamed to stay where he was, not to go to his father. It came too late. What was the point in defying him now?

Harry Potter was dead. There was no hope left.

“Draco.”

Draco’s eyes darted to his mother. Her voice rang through him and immediately found its way to his heart, squeezing it violently. She took a step forward, smiling at him almost sadly.

“Come.”

Hesitating only a second longer, Draco started moving, his head bowed. He didn’t dare to look anyone in the eye.

Harry Potter was dead. What was the point in fighting?

Draco’s body went rigid when the Dark Lord enveloped him in his arms.

“Well done, Draco,” he whispered into his ear. Draco thought he was going to be sick. Silently, he made his way to his parents, avoiding his father’s waiting arms and grasping his mother’s hand instead.

He tried to suppress a sob when his eyes fell on Potter’s lifeless body, held tight by the half-giant. It made him want to scream, to sink to his knees and beg the heavens to return him. What were they supposed to do without Potter now? What was Draco supposed to do without him?

For the rest of his life, he would be haunted by the knowledge that the last time he had seen Harry Potter alive, the Gryffindor had saved his life, had saved him from the Fiendfyre. And what had Draco done? He had simply grabbed his wand when it had fallen out of Potter’s hand and had made a run for it.

His hand tightened around the wood, making his knuckles go white. It didn’t even feel like his wand anymore. It only reminded him of what he had done. It disgusted him.

He could barely listen as Longbottom stepped forward and told them it didn’t matter that Potter was dead. His heart gave another violent squeeze. He wished he could go back in time. Draco doubted it was in his power to save Potter, but he should have at least told him that he… that he…

Draco saw something sparkly out of the corner of his eyes when suddenly chaos erupted. Longbottom was holding something; it looked like a sword. Draco looked around, taking in the shocked faces of the Death Eaters. That’s when he finally saw it; Potter, jumping out of the half-giant’s arms. In this mere second, Draco’s whole world shifted. It was as if time was standing still. Potter was crouching on the ground, his face full of determination.

Draco’s mind was completely blank. He didn’t think, he didn’t question it when his feet started moving of their own accord.

“Potter!” His voice was choked, desperate. The feeling only intensified when their eyes met. Draco hadn’t thought he’d ever see those eyes again. It made him shiver. He didn’t think about repercussions, about what his parents would say, what the Dark Lord might do to him. How could he, when Harry Potter was alive?

Without a moment’s hesitation, he lifted his arm above his head and threw his wand with all his might. His heart hammered wildly against his chest as he watched Potter catch it mid-air.

They were saved. He was saved.

Even though relief flooded through him, at this point, Draco really didn’t care what happened to him anymore. He had experienced what it meant to lose  nearly everything.

Harry Potter was alive and that was all that mattered.


So, quick intermission because there’s this song you could listen to real quick. Yes, this was indeed inspired by a song originally sung by the Backstreet Boys lol. BUT can you honestly listen to it and tell me this is not one of the most drarry songs you’ve ever heard? I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed before! So, with that in mind, the story continues…


It was quick, fleeting, but it made Harry stop dead, the air completely knocked out of his lungs. Grey eyes, hesitant, sad, locked with his.

Someone bumped into him, breaking the eye contact. Harry whirled around, the shopping bag in his hand hitting the wizard beside him in the back.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled. He quickly turned his head back down Diagon Alley, searching for grey eyes but there were just too many people.

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