i dont know who to tag though

since the world was supposed to end today (it didnt, and wont), i wanna just say, for anyone who has anxiety over the world ending;

anytime shit like that starts up, just remind yourself that its always just a fluke. it isnt real.

the people who make this up have no clue what theyre talking about. this has happened many, many, MANY times before in the past. the y2k scare didnt happen. the 2012 apocalypse scare didnt happen. and nothing happened today.

hearing about the world ending makes my anxiety act up real bad to the point of making me sick. so i just go offline for a little while. and its okay to go offline to prevent seeing it. block posts about it. go talk to someone you trust for reassurance.

the world isnt ending anytime soon, you’re fine

lance: hey shiro, anyone ever tell you you’re like… such a stereotypical hero type?

shiro: uh…. yes

lance: not in a bad way though! you’re the cool guy! the bucky barnes and steve rogers combo marvel could only dream of! luke skywalker but not white! the guy everyone wanted to be growing up!

shiro: thank you, lance. you wanna know who you are?

lance: [chuckles nervously] okay….

shiro: the type i wish i could be more like now. the strong type who lets himself feel what he has to feel, who can be calm under pressure, who can still find the good in things even after all the bad stuff that’s happened to you. you’re a good kid, buddy

lance: thats the best thing literally anyones said to me ever

shiro: good. you deserve it, pal.


#the moment when you realised#you’re falling for that man#who trusts you#even though you know each other#just for a couple of days#magnus has fallen#so bad#both unintentionally#and#unconditionally

Who said being a fangirl was easy? Do you know how many terrible movies I’ve had to endure just because one of my favorite actors was in it?! DO YOU?! IT’S CALLED COMMITMENT.

Mutant!losers FireBender!Beverly

- this girl, she’s basically diablo from suicide squad

- She a fire bender, which means she can create and use fire

- She doesn’t see much use in her power other than the occasional prank and playing with it in her hands

- she likes to put out Richie’s cigarettes or make it so his lighter won’t work

- Although when they have their late night talks, she lights them for him

- She lights her own cigarettes too

- she’s always warm so hugging her is like, the good shit

- Ben feels blessed because of this

- however, like bill she can’t control her powers yet so sometimes she’ll accidentally burn or set fire to someone or thinking

- she’s getting there though

- Her dad hates her power, as a child she had no control what so ever

- Her finger tips are always an ashy black coal colour because the fire burns her

- she can’t feel it though, she actually doesn’t feel heat what so ever

- the losers often have to remind her to put on sunscreen and wear cooler clothes so she doesn’t overheat in the summer

- however, the cold is painful for her to the point where she’ll tear up

- she wraps up extra cozy in the winter and cusses when it snows

- she knows of another particular mutant who controls the weather (again, no spoilers) that she tries to bride a lot

- everyone (mainly Richie and Ben) think she’s the most badass person though

- (Sorry but Ben’s poem goes perfect with all of this)

Tag list (closed) :

@strangerbeeps @rhubarberous @kaspbrat @eggo-max @stanleys-noodle-hair @deebaddee @appledustyy @donthateonk8 @cawcawhawkeye @camilavslocovich @eddiesrichie @dorky-hufflepuff @just-an-akward-fangirl @pyxis-speaks @jumpypeas @pornnotcorn @upsidedown-losers @ratrg @liohprincexx @second-fanny-pack @beepbeepr-r-richie @swiffybird @slaxisrocks @herhero @ahyesfandoms @i-dont-care-i-ship-it-69 @are-yall-reddie @byerly-strange @shypandas09 @yikesandyolks @pennywhytho @tiedye-witch @badboyharrington @bonafidebookworm @shakira8822 @eds-trashmouth @trashy-tozier @reddie-for-mileven

adjajf ppl are so dumb if taylor does something stupid, i’ll call her out! we all will! but rn the only thing she’s done wrong is have flawed feminism, and that’s not a crime. i hope she does improve her feminism, but as someone who’s seen tumblr love her and then completely turn on her (the way you do with all famous women) i dont expect her to speak out because, no matter what ppl say, the general public hates opinionated women and you all know it. no one is shoving her down your throat; black list her name, unfollow anyone who posts about her, dont go into her tag, it’s that simple. leave her fans alone, though, because we’re all ppl behind a screen just trying to enjoy something on what is essentially a multi fan site

Confessions to the Types (Personal INTP Experience)

Note: This doesn’t apply to everyone at all. Don’t be offended when/if I say something negative about your type. This is all based on personal experience.

ENTP: yknow we could be besto friendos if you stoppED LEAVING ME ON SEEN/READ/OPENED ALL THE TIME but really, you’re simultaneously cool and a loser and its really interesting

ENFP: I love all you guys but i dont like to tell y'all because you’re gonna make fun of me if i do. but really, you guys are so headstrong and im so glad im friends with you

ENFJ: im so glad you like me because it seems like you guys are really selective and picky about the people you hang out with even though you have tons of friends which i respect

ESTP: this doesnt apply to all estp’s because i know only one and he’s a loser and defies the stereotype and everything but marry me please your hands are so warm and mine are always cold and it makes me happy when you let me warm my hands on yours because thermodynamic equilibrium is my aesthetic

ESFP: the thought of you makes me sad because you were so welcoming and friendly when i first transferred here and i really liked you but then you just stopped talking to me and hell, im not going to try to tag myself along with someone who doesn’t want me around

INTP: there’s always like a deep connection between us whenever we discuss or habits, interests, hobbies, etc and it makes me happy even though we all can be absolutely asshats once in a while

INTJ: okay, i dont usually mind you but i also kinda hate you because youre so snobby and it makes me really uncomfortable and PLEASE shut up about your grades and how amazing and smart you are because WE KNOW about your pride. otherwise, youre fine and its really fun to annoy you when we dont agree on something

INFP: yall have so many friends and honestly, i dont think some of you deserve it. i mean, sure youre nice and all but i will never forget how you said you’d never leave me and then did exactly what you said you wouldnt a month later. and now you continue to befriend all my friends. leave me like you meant it

INFJ: we dont talk much anymore and that’s partially my fault because i dont know how to respond to a lot of things you say without making it awkward for you but as far as i know, youre really cool and it makes me happy that you strive to succeed and succeed to strive, yknow

ISTJ: i know we dont talk over social media much and thats my fault because i stopped responding because i dont know how to respond to one word replies but irl i love talking to you so much and youre chill to hang out with whenever and if i ever leave the house

For the rest, I don’t know for sure if I know anyone of the types (I probably do but I don’t want to mistype) so I just didn’t do it for the sake of trying to stay truthful. Again, all of these don’t apply to EVERYONE of that type. This is all based on my personal experiences.
  • Steve Rogers: How could Tony keep a thing like Ultron from us????? Tony you're so out of line!!! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO MEAN A TEAM THAT MEANS NO SECRETS.
  • Steve Rogers also: I didn't tell Tony about my friend killing his parents because clearly Bucky who is still dangerous must be protected over this man's feelings which I don't really care about even though him finding out later rather than sooner is gonna blow up in my face.

The Red Knights

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Dave: “–and god you shouldve seen the look on egberts face when he saw what i mailed him.”

Dont forget to tag #swears (bc i don’t know what else to tag the finger of fuck you)

It took me so long to decide Year 1’s layout.
What DID happen on their second year though?

so i have a condition called meares irlen syndrome (also known as visual stress) which basically affects the brain’s ability to process visual information, and makes me very sensitive to light. as a result of this, i get migraines, struggle with reading, and i have horrible depth perception, alongside even more fun things. 

to help ease these symptoms, i wear green tinted lenses which help filter light or something (im not totally sure but they help a TON) and make it easier for me to read and write. i was bullied throughout the entirety of high school for these glasses, to the point where i can barely wear them in public now.

but, what about fahc gavin who has meares irlen syndrome? he’d probably have yellow tinted glasses, and he’s very self conscious about them. as a way to feel better about how they look, he decides to buy the most expensive frames he can possibly find, which end up being this oversized, gaudy gold colour and they’re perfect. the tint in the lenses isn’t particularly noticeable, and they suit him and he adores them.

if anyone calls them sunglasses though, he’ll shoot them. seriously.

You Smiled by @taggiecb with art from @londonfoginacup

It’s 1758, and on the eve of a battle with the French, Captain Harry Styles of the British army has just begun his appointment as a prison warden in Louisbourgh, Nova Scotia. Harry prepares himself and his guards for their prisoners of war, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the most beautiful man he has ever seen–who is now his prisoner.


Just then, the man looks up, and catches Harry’s eye. Harry freezes, feeling as though he’s the one trapped. The man doesn’t smile, just watches Harry watch him, until finally he lifts his eyebrows in question, and Harry somehow manages to release himself from the spell that he feels he’s under.

Coming soon to @1dreversebang.

the signs as people in my life
  • aries: i only know like one aries and it's my mom so i guess ur my mom
  • taurus: i only know like two taurus, one is my dad and one is my cat so. ur one of those
  • gemini: ex people in my lives, both lovers and friends, they don't stick around
  • cancer: internet friend, warm, soft, good with music and very nice
  • leo: either the friend that was obsessed with animals as a kid/my favorite teacher
  • virgo: rude ass bitch(es)(3+) id like to punch in the nose/internet friend who is like my total opposite but we get along somehow
  • libra: that one friend in the group everyone has a crush on at one point or another. into a questionable kin/k
  • scorpio: actually really great, positive, good energy, doesn't match the negative stereotype, makes my day better
  • sagittarius: the weed girl/person u meet irl who also has a fandom tumblr
  • capricorn: i dont even think i know any
  • aquarius: loud, everyone knows them, friendly w everyone and liked by the teachers even though they disrupt every class
  • pisces: depressed ass bitch who cries all the time and hates themselves but has a lot of love for everyone else
Looking for something to read?

And do you like stories like All For The Game, The Raven Cycle & Six of Crows? I might have a story for you. 

It’s called The Noa Project and is an original story with weekly updates posted exclusively on Tumblr. Here’s what it’s about: 

For years Ash, Rowan and their friends have been locked up in a place called the institute, where scientists experimented on them in order for them to develop abilities. 

All Ash wants is to get out. All Rowan wants is to lead a life where she’s allowed to do what she wants. There is no escape. 

Then the unimaginable happens: They get broken out by a rebel organisation called The Network. They’re left with a choice: fight the ones who kept them captive or live a life on the run. 

Together they learn how to deal with what they’ve been through, their developing abilities and how to create a family out of their broken members.

If you’re curious you can check out the prologue here and the first chapter here

Ps. this is the first and only time I’ll put a promo in the book tags. Sorry if it got in the way!!

Keep reading

Little gremlin solider.

 Did this without using ctrl z. 

Not for you (Prince au)

Background: Taehyung, a young duke, accompanies his cousin (a prince) to meet the princess of a different castle. Upon meeting the princess, Taehyung now has to fight back feelings of want & fondness because of the theory that a princess was meant for a prince, not for a duke. 

Authors note: I honestly tag most of my Taehyung pics as Prince Taehyung cause seriously look at him. He practically is one. Anyway, I dont know if this should be a two shot or if I should leave it like this. If you guys have any ideas tell me! Make a part 2? Make part two a smut? keep this fluffy? dont write anymore?

Sorry if this kinda sucked though ;’(


“I dont know why I’m here.” Taehyung groans, turning to look at cousin who was silently mixing his drink, a small smile playing on his lips. 

 "You’re here to pick me up in case this all goes south.“ Jimin chuckles making Taehyung frown. 

 "With all due respect, your highness” Taehyung teases his cousin, adjusting his dress coat then crossing his legs “But what if this princess isn’t whats she’s all described to be?“ 

 "Like what?” Jimin arches an eyebrow. 

 "What if-“ Taehyung purses his lips “She looks like a hermit? Or has no teeth? Or has bad breath! Or-" 

 "Or what if when she becomes Queen, she orders the royal guards to be off with your head?" Another voice interjects.

Both men immediately snap their heads back, catching sight of a girl marching her way up the grass fields, eyes trained on Taehyung. Taehyung arches an eyebrow, studying the girl in ripped jeans and a loose gray sweater, her hair in a high pony tail as a large archery bow danced in her hands. Her cheeks had gone red after being under sun for too long, her hair slightly disheveled from the wind as she places her hands on her hips. 

"They must have really beautiful castle servants here” Taehyung had thought to himself as he watched her stop a few feet away from them. 

“And who are you?” Jimin asks, voice laced with command. A true prince indeed. 

This causes Taehyung to snap out of his train of thought. 

He clears his throat before sitting up straight, “Did you just threaten our dear prince?” He asks, eyes wide in shock when the way she had spoken earlier replays in his mind. With the way both men were dressed, it was clear they were from royal families, meaning that they were supposed to be given the utmost respect. 

Had she forgotten her place? 

 "Oh no, I didn’t threaten him” She smirks, eyes on Taehyung  “I threatened you.“ 

The mentioned boy immediately lets out a scoff as he stands up.
"Listen here, Miss. I don’t know who you are but you must have forgotten your etiquette training. Maybe you should learn your place-”

 "I know my place.“ She cuts him off, stepping forward and facing the tall boy head on "And this is my land, so I would be most honored if you do not talk too unkindly of me while staying in my castle.”

“What-” Taehyung was just about to snarl but Jimin grabs his arms before pulling him back and silencing him with one look. Jimin then bows, arms behind his back, his head facing the ground as a form of respect.. Taehyung’s mouth drops open but before he could let out a sound, Jimin stands back up, a large smile plastered on his face. 

 "Princess Y/N, its a pleasure to meet you.“ 

Taehyung all but chokes on his own spit at the mention of your name. His eyes widen as he stares up your face, the sudden intake of information overwhelming him.

 A wide smirk plasters across your lips as you meet his gaze tauntingly.

"Be lucky that I’ve left my arrows at the practice hall.” You scoff, dropping your bow to the ground as Jimin takes your hand in his, placing a chaste kiss against it as his greeting.

 "I apologize for my cousin’s behavior.“ Jimin smiles, hoping to ease the tension "Our duke doesn’t quite have a filter on that pretty little mouth of his.”

As much as you hated to admit it, the comment had caused you to turn and look at the said boy’s mouth and your heart had stopped a beat at the sight of him running his tongue across his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth. Taehyung’s eyes shift nervously before they suddenly lock on yours and you had to feign off your sudden intake of breath at the sight of his eyes. 

Gorgeous brown orbs were staring right at you and you decided to honestly admit to yourself that you have never seen eyes more alluring than Kim Taehyung’s. 

“Would you need me to accompany you back to the castle?” Jimin suddenly steps in front of you, blocking your view of Taehyung. You turn to him with an almost automatic smile, well practiced for situations like these. 

“That wont be necessary. I know this place like the back of my hand.” You shrug dismissively “You two continue whatever you were doing." 

You then angle your head to catch Taehyung’s gaze, enlightening you to discover that he was still staring at you. He stills at the sight of you even giving him the slightest glance, scared that he had angered you after everything he had said. You quirk your lips upward and playfully narrow your eyes. 

"So as long as you no longer call me names behind my back." 

Taehyung immediately shakes his head, waving his arms back and forth "I wont! I promise!" 

He’s adorable. The thought whispers across your mind as you give him a short nod, biting back a smile before you turn to look back at Jimin. 

"Will I be seeing you later night?” You ask him and he immediately nods, delving into the details about the gala your father had planned for the castle later night. 

Taehyung watches your exchange of conversation, his jaw tightening at the sudden urge to disrupt you both just so he could have your attention once more. The thought causes Taehyung to clench his fists together, a feeling of frustration washing over him. If there was one thing Kim Taehyung knew best, it was the lesson of knowing your place. Yet all the lectures, all the grueling hours of courtesy training, had went down the drain when all Taehyung wanted was for you to focus on him and not on Jimin. 

Yet, he knew that as much as he wanted you to look at him, you never would. 

Cause you were a princess,

and Taehyung, 

well he wasn’t a prince. 

Taehyung adjusts the cuffs of his black dress shirt before lightly patting his suit jacket, trying to rid it of any possible creases. Jimin hands him a black mask while the blonde prince puts on his own navy colored mask, hiding half of his face. Taehyung takes the mask in his hands, eyeing it silently before slipping it on, enjoying the feeling of mystery it brought. 

The two boys step into the ballroom doors, immediately greeted by the loud chatter of all the guests. A light harmony buzzes around the room as servants run back and forth, serving drinks to old men who were already too drunk to sound coherent. A few girls hidden behind their masks smile seductively towards the two boys and Taehyung has to fight back the urge to roll his eyes as he glances at their dresses. Either there was too much cleavage being exposed or their slits were too high, ready to showcase almost everything they had to offer. 

“I’ll get us a drink.” Jimin mutters and Taehyung was about to interject, knowing he should’ve been the one serving the prince. Yet when he turns around, Jimin was already making his way through the crowd. The young duke lets out a sigh as he scans the crowd yet again, watching as a few couples circle the dance floor, arms around each other as they swayed happily to the music. 

“Care to dance?” A voice snaps him out of his reverie and Taehyung turns his head to the side, only to be greeted by the most beautiful eyes he’d seen for the second time today. He studies the intricate design of your golden mask, hiding half of your face but showing enough to showcase your beauty. His eyes then travel down your gold colored dress, swirling with gorgeous details that curved and hugged your body. His eyes then follow the lace that runs around your neck and down your arms, covering your body but showing enough skin just to tease the eyes. 

You were the definition of absolute beauty. 

“Should I ask again?” You hum, eyes widening, not used to repeating yourself.

Taehyung clears his throat before shaking his head and smiling “Who am I to reject such a beautiful woman’s offer, let alone the princess’ offer." 

Taehyung offers his hand and you place yours into his happily, feeling waves of electricity run were your skin had met.

"You’re the same guy who had called me a hermit a few hours ago.” You hum teasingly as he leads you towards the center of the dance floor. 

 "You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?“ Taehyung laughs, the sound sending delicious waves down your spine.

"Not till my last breath.” You nod as you place one hand on his shoulder while his other hand presses gently against your back. 

He starts swaying and you follow his lead, feet gliding against the floor while a slow rhythm pattered against your ears.

 "So, do you always ask Dukes for dances? Or am I special?“ Taehyung asks and it takes you a minute to respond as you had not expected the sudden surge of confidence.

"Cocky, aren’t we?” You hum, a smile gracing the corner of your lips. Taehyung’s own lips lift up in a wide grin when he sees your reaction, his heart thrumming against his chest lightly.

“I should really get the decree of "off with your head” back legally, I would definitely use that phrase a lot with you.“ You tease and Taehyung’s eyes narrow playfully.

 "Oh, but once my head is off, you’ll be missing this pretty little face of mine.”

You let out a loud laugh, head tilting back as Taehyung twirls you. If only he could tell you just how beautiful he thought your laugh had felt against his ears. 

Taehyung leans closer to you and you nibble on your lower lip, shocked at how he had pulled you against him. 

“I forgot to tell you earlier” He whispers, lips hovering close to your ears “But you look absolutely stunning." 

You thank the heavens for the mask you had on, feeling your blood rush to your cheeks as you blush. You were used to compliments, in fact you had brushed most of them off as people usually fed you sweet nothings just to get something out of you. Yet the way Taehyung had said it, the sincerity in his voice, and the way he had been staring at you, you couldn’t fight back the rosiness of your cheeks even if you wanted to. 

 "You’re not looking so bad yourself.” You comment, relieved that you had kept your voice from cracking. 

Taehyung lets out a smile only to switch into a frown when a figure behind you catches his attention.

“Duke Kim.” The black haired boy smiles and you turn your head to the side, locking eyes with Min Yoongi. 

Taehyung takes a step back from you, dropping his arms and letting go of your hand. You push down the disappointment at the loss of contact before forcing a smile upon your face. 

 "How may I help you, Prince Yoongi?“ You ask, all formalities returning to your voice. 

"Just wanted to know if I could borrow you for a dance?” Yoongi shrugs before turning to look back at Taehyung “You dont mind, do you, Duke?" 

"Not at all.” Taehyung forces out, stepping back and giving you both a quick bow. You watch with sad eyes as he turns around and disappears through the crowd, not bothering to spare you another glance. 

 Taehyung clenches his fists as he makes his way towards the bar, hoping to find anything to loosen his chest. To his surprise, he finds his cousin already perched on a bar stool, his legs hanging coolly as he takes a sip out of the drink he was holding. Taehyung takes the seat beside him, grabbing Jimin’s drink before downing it to the last drop. 

“That was mine.” Jimin clicks his tongue before asking for another two orders of the same drink. 

Taehyung decides to spare a glance over his shoulder, his eyes catching yours as you swayed perfectly in the arms of your prince. The young duke lets out a scoff before he’s lifting the glass back towards his lips.

“That was supposed to be mine too.” Jimin smiles, his drink playfully on the edge of his lips. 

“What? But you ordered two glasses.” Taehyung frowns before setting his glass down.

“Not the drink, I meant- ” Jimin lets out a laugh “The princess." 

 Taehyung never knew you could choke on air, didn’t even think it was humanly possible. But after coughing and wheezing for about 30 seconds, Taehyung realized he was wrong. His cheeks had gone red in embarrassment while Jimin’s eyes had disappeared as he laughed. 

 "Wh-What are you going on about?” Taehyung wipes the corner of his lips, mortification seeping through him even more as he stutters.

“Quit denying it , Tae.” Jimin rolls his eyes “Anyone can tell that she’s completely smitten with you." 

 "Well she can’t be.” Was Taehyung’s immediate answer as he takes another sip out of his drink “She’s a princess." 

"Hmmm.” Jimin mumbles “But you like her." 

"She can only like you.” Taehyung barks back and Jimin lets out a laugh before shaking his head. 

“She’s still human, Tae. She can like anyone she wants.” Jimin shrugs. The young duke turns to look at his cousin carefully, noting the slight sadness in his tone. 

 "You don’t like her?“ 

"Not as much as my parents want me to.” Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair “And I kind of like seeing her with you." 

Taehyung purses his lips before he turns his head to look back at the dance floor only to discover that you were no longer there. He scans around the room and frowns when he realizes that you were no where in sight. Jimin watches in silent fascination before he shakes his head and smiles, wondering if he’d ever find what his cousin had. 

You let out a groan as you glare up at your ceiling, listening to the constant tick tock of your wall clock. You fight back a smile at your silly rhyme before you let out a sigh and sit up from your bed. You check the time and blow your hair out of your face in frustration.

 2:36 am. 

You had been up for for 21 hours now.

The party should have been long over. You had left early, using the excuse that you weren’t feeling well when in reality, you were feeling quite good. You rub your arms gingerly and shudder when you recall how one of the princes, whose name escapes you, had run his large rough fingers against you, his eyes digging into you as if you were a prize he swears he was going to win. After that, you had realized you had had enough of your fathers gala and would rather spend the rest of the night in the comfort of your own room.

 You shake the feeling of discomfort away before you kick your sheets off of you and reach for your robe. If you weren’t going to fall asleep any time soon then you might as well have done something productive instead, like grabbing a drink of wine. 

You step out of your room, glad to find the halls silent and empty as you pad down them happily. You skip your way down the stairs, happy to see the kitchen lights turned off. The maids were asleep early then. 

 You hum a silent tune, switching the lights on only to let out a gasp when you see a figure leaning over the kitchen counter, arms around a plate of chocolate cake. 

 "Fuck” You hear the mysterious person’s deep voice vibrate around the room as he slowly angles his head to look at you. Once your eyes lock on those gorgeous orbs you didn’t even deny that you adored, your own eyes widen in return.

“Taehyung?!” You hiss and he immediately smiles his box like grin, chocolate covering his teeth as he waved his fork at you.


 "You scared the shit out of me!” You growl before walking towards him, gripping your robe tighter around you. 

“It’s not my fault.” He crinkles his nose “I was hungry." 

 "You’re unbearable.” You chuckle before taking his fork from him and picking out a small piece of cake and stuffing it into your own mouth. Taehyung watches you in silent awe before he places his chin on the palm of his hand. 

“Are you sure you’re a princess?”

You shrug at him before taking another bite, the fork hanging loosely against your lips “Born and raised, why?" 

 "You sure aren’t picky like all the other princesses I’ve met.”

“So you’ve met a lot?” You nod quietly, dropping the fork back onto the plate as you purse your lips, not liking the idea of other women being around Taehyung. 

He notices your intonation and suddenly pokes your hip, making you jump and snap your head to the side with wide eyes. 

“That’s not what I meant.” He clicks his tongue at you and you have to fight back the smile that threatened to rip your face apart. 

How Kim Taehyung pulls out the bubbly personality you had always pushed down and hid from the world, you’ll never know. 

 "Why are you up? I heard you weren’t feeling well.“ He mumbles, eyes scanning your face for any sign of your sickness. 

"I’m fine.” You wave him off, walking past him to open the refrigerator doors “I just got bored, that’s why I left early." 

"Handsome princes don’t amuse you?” Taehyung throws the question out as he watches you pull out a bottle of wine before shoving the fridge door close with your hips. You reach for two wine glasses, setting them down gently against the counter, taking the seat beside him. 

 "A bottle of wine, now that amuses me.“ You turn to Taehyung, you’re head bobbing to the side as your scrunch your nose 

"Princes? Not so much." 

Now it was his turn to stop his own face ripping smile.

The two of you end up speaking for longer than you had expected, chatting until you had finished one bottle of wine and 3 slices of cake. 

You end up laughing at Taehyung’s constant complaints about his lessons, not understanding why he had spent one hour reviewing the use of one spoon in the dining hall. Taehyung watches in silent fascination at how your eyes would squeeze shut when you laugh or how you had a habit of slapping his arm when he said something slightly perverted or funny. 

It was scaring him but he couldn’t deny that you were a wonder that Kim Taehyung found absolutely endearing. 

 "It’s getting late-” You smile “-or early, we should probably get back to our rooms.”

“Yeah.” Taehyung nods as he stands up, arms stretched up in the air as he yawns. Your eyes watch the slight lift of his shirt, revealing a portion of his abdomen as the white shirt settles back into place. 

You turn away from him, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks yet again. How could a simple show of skin send waves of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. The tint of your cheeks does not go unnoticed, Taehyung leans closer to glance at your face, which you immediately cover with your hands in hopes to shield yourself from him. 

“Why are you so red?” He chuckles, taking your hand in his, trying to tear them away from your face. The feel of his fingers against yours flame your cheeks even more that you squeal in protest as his grip tightens.

 "Quit it!“ You whine, trying to step back. 

"Not until I see your face.” He laughs, plucking your fingers away one by one.

You growl at him before stomping your feet, telling him you’d given up. He stops tugging on your hands but keeps them around yours as you glare at him. You drop your hands slowly, revealing the pink of your cheeks that had spread up towards your ears. Taehyung’s eyes scan your face for a few seconds, eyes turning dark as his lips part without his consent.  Then before Taehyung could realize what had came over him, he had tugged onto your wrist. You fall right onto his chest with a light squeak, his hand circles behind your neck, angling it up to look up at him. You were about to open your mouth and ask him what was wrong when suddenly his lips were pressed against your own.

Your eyes are wide in shock, staring down at the beautiful eyelashes of Taehyung’s shut eyes as his lips move against yours. You stay frozen for a few seconds, trying to check if this was real or if you were floating in a dream. You lightly pinch your arm and when the pain stings you, and you were finally sure this was real, you gingerly wrap your arms around his neck before you shut your own eyes. You angle your head to the side, deepening the kiss. Taehyung’s free hand wraps around your waist, squeezing gently against the silk fabric of your robe. 

You let out a gasp and the young duke waists no time by sliding his tongue between your lips. You suck lightly on the tip of the wet muscle, causing a deep throaty groan from the beautiful boy which has you smiling against his lips.

He lets out a low growl before he’s practically devouring you. You could feel all the oxygen leaving your lungs, your head floating as your body was just about ready to melt onto the floor. You grab onto the sleeves of his shirts, your lips moving in sync, knowing you both needed to stop and take in air but also not wanting to separate and stop the kiss. 

When you felt yourself getting lightheaded, you gently pull away from him but Taehyung does his best to chase after your lips. You end up laughing as you push his shoulders back. He slowly opens his eyes, his pupils dilated as he stares you, raw desire shadowing his face. 

 "The maids will be waking up soon.“ You whisper, placing your forehead against his. 

"We would’ve given them quite the show.” He hums, voice low enough to have you knees bucking. 

“I’ll see you in the morning?” You smile, tapping his arms that were glued around your waist. 

As much as Taehyung hated it, he dropped his arms from around you, giving you the freedom of leaving but not backing away from you at all. He swallows the lump stuck in his throat, chest constricting. You place a chaste kiss against his cheek, eyes twinkling with adoration for the young duke.

“Good night, Taehyung.” You step away from him and Taehyung does his best to stay rooted to the ground, to stop his hands from reaching out for you just to keep you close.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” The way he addressed you, using just your name and no honorifics, has you smiling a wide smile as you playfully click your tongue.

“Off with your pretty little head.” You say before you turn around and pad out of the kitchen doors.

Taehyung watches as you leave the room, shutting his eyes before running a hand through his hair as he lets out a growl of frustration. 

Because he knew that once the sun rises, everything would change. 

Because in the end…

Taehyung was just a duke

and you were still destined for a prince.