i had a drabble written with this

Of Frogs & Princes


As my first tribute to the FFXV fandom, I have written a cute Promptis drabble based off of this adorable and beautiful piece of fanart as well as a mini section from this one! All creative aspects belong to this two, I just wrote the words! 

Summary; so what does really happen when Noctis is turned into a frog?

Prompto sighed as he turned around another boulder, twirling his gun around his finger from where it was slid into the trigger hoop. The lake was starting to find its form again, both in vast size and appropriate animal life. Just weeks ago it had been overran by red giants and flans, taking all the natural resources out of the land, effectively slowly killing off the other inhabitants in area. Now, thanks to Noctis and the team, it was clear and being maintained by the local hunter group.

A small smile crept up on the blond’s lips as he thought about the battle they had fought just a few feet away. He remembered the banter, Gladiolus telling him to get back up on his feet as Noctis was asking Ignis for instructions, wanting to nail the beast’s weakness while it was still down and vulnerable. Prompto had taken the liberty of sending out a bright flash, knocking the other surrounding daemons further back with the light. It had given Noctis just enough time to get the lightning into his blade before slashing down on the giant.

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OVERCOME (M)

Originally posted by jeonify


GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 


Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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Dean first saw him because of a wasps nest. His favourite coffee shop had been closed for a week while they tried to get rid of the infestation. He walked in that first morning in a daze, mainly due to a lack of sleep the night before and a serious lack of caffeine. He hadn’t even realised the guy in front of him had been talking until he coughed loudly.

“Sorry, what?” Dean asked finally looking at the guy. Dean thought he recognised him from somewhere.

“I asked you what drink you wanted.” The guy said. “Long night?”

“Oh yeah, I got an English paper due this morning.” Dean said. “Can I get a large coffee, extra shot?”

“Sure, name?”

“Oh…Dean.” He said only just noticing that the guy in front of him was incredibly attractive. Dean had always been a sucker for dark hair and blue eyes. It wasn’t until he was walking out that he saw the note written on his cup.

‘Dean. Good luck with the paper.’

It went on like that for several weeks. Dean’s old favourite coffee place was swiftly replaced. Every morning Dean would walk into the place in a daze until the blue eyed barista gave him a smile. He would always write little notes on the cups. He had figured out who the barista was after describing him to Jo. Turned out the guy was in her history class. Soon Dean only went for those notes on the cups and the small conversations he had with Cas.

‘Dean, congratulations on the A’

‘Dean, no that shirt doesn’t make you look fat.’

'Dean, stop complaining about the music.’

'No Dean. I can’t give you free coffee because you’re cute.’

'If I do give you free coffee it does mean I find you cute.’

'We need bigger cups. These notes are getting longer.’

'Stop winking at me to get a free muffin. It won’t work.’

'That free muffin was not because of the wink yesterday.’

This went on for several weeks until finally one note said:

'Dean, are you planning on asking me for a drink soon?’

Dean stopped, stared at the cup and swiftly turned back round. Once through the door he held the cup up at Cas. Cas rolled his eyes.

“You seemed so affronted yesterday when I said that I hadn’t seen Star Wars. I figured you could explain it me over drinks.” Cas called over with a shrug.

“Pick you up at seven tonight?” Dean asked.

“Turn the cup around.” Cas said, a smirk spreading across his face. Dean turned the paper cup around and grinned at the message.

'Yes. It’s a date.’

“We’ll figure this out”

So sorry for the lack of posting yesterday, I bring you this as a peace offering!

Here is a pregnancy fic as a little precursor to this fic. I am so in love with the baby AU’s, I just had to do another one. I’ll try to continue this as a little drabble series written out of chronological order.

Warning: panicky fluff :)))

Originally posted by sweetly87

You woke up today incredibly nauseous and uneasy.

As of now, you were exactly nine days late, which you never were. It was something you took great pride in.

So when a pang of dizziness washed over you, causing you to run to the bathroom, a sudden realization dawned on you, one you couldn’t quite bring yourself to believe.

You couldn’t be…pregnant? That was impossible, you and Newt were so careful.

You threw up the remaining contents in your stomach, and it became a little less convincing to say you weren’t.

No, you were just a little late, and you must be catching a cold. Didn’t someone at the ministry catch the flu? It’s nothing to concern yourself with.

You brushed your teeth thoroughly, attempting to mask the smell from your breath.

You knew Newt would immediately turn into a disarray of panic if he learned you were pregnant.

Sick…you were sick, not pregnant.

You attempted to go throughout the rest of your day at work normally, but you couldn’t ignore how easily you became fatigued, or how fast your mood could switch over the smallest things.

When you finally got back home, you were cranky from your aching feet, and had a strange craving for potato chips and chocolate.

But not because you were pregnant.

You found Newt waiting for you in the kitchen, tidying up by hand rather than with his wand. You often wondered why he found muggle nuisances so fascinating. He looked up from his work, and  immediately noticed your pale complexion and dropped his rag in the sink.

“(Y/N)? A-are you alright?” he began to run to your side, but you put out a hand to stop him.

“You don’t need to worry, I’m only a bit nauseous.” Pregnant, I’m only a bit pregnant.

He looked entirely unconvinced, but proceeded with your lie anyway.

“Well, you can go lie down and I’ll bring you dinner” he leaned in to peck a kiss on your cheek, but you jerked away, suddenly furious.  Why were you so furious?

It’s because you’re pregnant. You willed the voice to stop nagging at you.

“I can manage just fine. Have you fed the Occamies yet?” He blinked, then widened his eyes.

“Are you really considering working while you’re sick?”

“I’m not sick, Newt. I can take care of myself just fine” You replied, irritated with how protective he was becoming.

Oh god, how was he going to be if you really were pregnant.

But you weren’t pregnant, so you would never have to find out. Then why were you so worried?

Newt frowned deeply, but returned to his dish washing. You sigh, all your frustration vanishing.

You walk up behind your boyfriend, and wrap your arms around his waist.

“I promise I won’t push myself too hard today” you heard him suppress a laugh.

“When have you ever said that and meant it?”

You felt the warmth radiate out of his back, and a sudden wave of emotion washed over you. Your lips started to move without censor.

“I think I’m pregnant”

He suddenly froze, and spun around.

“What?”

“I-I don’t know…” you were honestly shocked with yourself, it was as if your mouth had a mind of its own.

But for some reason, saying those four words filled you with joy.

“I-I just know that I’m late…I’ve been feeling exhausted and my mood is all over the place…so yeah, I’m pretty sure”

His eyes immediately lit up, full of excitement.

“I-I’m going to be a father?”

You smile, grabbing a hold of his collar.

“Don’t know who else it would be, unless it’s Nick’s from the ministry” you joke, and he pushed your arms away playfully.

“Don’t kid about that. We’re going to be parents! We’re not even married yet” he frantically searched around, eyes landing on a hoop earring on the dresser. He fumbled for the piece of jewelry, then sank down on one knee.

“Whoa there tiger! What are you doing?” You started waving your arms. He looked a little taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“I-I’m proposing to you? Why, am I doing it wrong?” You shake your head, and pull him up off the floor.

“You are the sweetest, but I don’t want this to be the reason we get married. You’ll ask me, and I’ll say yes, just not out of wedlock.” He seemed a little disappointed, but nodded, placing the earring back on the counter.

“You were going to propose to me with an old, dusty earring? How romantic” he blushed furiously.

“I suppose I got caught up in the moment…but you’re pregnant! Are you feeling ill? Do you need to lie down?” His questions went a mile a minute, and you gave him a stern look.

“Sorry… I’m just not quite sure how to handles this”

“Neither do I…” you suddenly breathed, realizing you two were nowhere near ready to be parents. You two couldn’t even take care of yourselves, much less a baby.

“We can’t take care of this child…”

Your spirits fell, shifting back into reality.

Newt, concerned with your change in attitude, cupped your face in his hands.

“We’re going to figure this out, (Y/N). I know it. We do it all the time with our creatures, how hard can one human be?” You smile lightly, trying to feed into Newt’s optimism.

He suddenly gasped, “We can show them to our creatures.” Your eyes widened.

“Absolutely not, they get far too excited”

“What if we’re extra careful?”

You pondered that for a second, but quickly changed the subject.

“They’ll be expensive”

“Then I’ll take on more work at the ministry.”

“You know I can’t ask you to do that”

“You don’t have to. I will love this child more than I’ve loved any other, and I will do whatever I can to make sure he…or she knows it” he pressed his lips to your stomach, as if speaking directly to the unborn child. It made your heart flutter.

“We’re going to figure this out” you repeated, running a hand through his hair.

He gazed up at you, and your expression immediately softened. 

“We always do.”

Piano Man (Dean’s POV)

Title: Piano Man (Dean’s POV)

Summary: The reader finds Dean alone in the hotel bar.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Word Count: 1207

Warnings: nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (woman receiving) unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @casownsmyass Scenes of Smut Challenge. I was given a famous sex scene from a movie and I had to put my own twist on it. My scene: the piano scene from Pretty Woman (x). I decided to write two versions - one in the reader’s point of view (here) and one in Dean’s point of view.

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“Why are you helping me?” Bucky asks after Stark has packed away schematics and notes on the BARF system marked up in neon-colors for ‘easy reading,’ Stark had said like they didn’t contain the phrase non-sequential randomized neural blockers to circumvent previous interference right there in hot pink, after he’s placed Bucky’s written consent to undergo therapy with a professional in a fucking metal case like it’s precious, after Stark is halfway to the door, ready to leave. 

“I killed your parents,” he says, and he’s man enough to admit it’s half to see if Stark flinches. He doesn’t. Bucky’s not impressed, except for doesn’t that phrase go ‘the truth hurts.’ God knows it’s never been particularly kind to him. 

Maybe Stark knows it’s not true. Maybe it doesn’t hurt.

Maybe it can’t compare to lying about it.

“You should hate me,” he goes on, and Stark’s entire face slides into the same kind of rictus Bucky used to see in the trenches. 

Spare me. What about you is there to hate?” Stark asks, not friendly, not anything, not even deigning to turn. “You were brainwashed by HYDRA for seventy years in between following around Cap like a little lost puppy. What have you ever done, Barnes?”

Bucky flinches. That means he loses, he supposes. The corner of Stark’s mouth goes down. Maybe they’ve both lost. 

It’s one thing to know someone hates you. It’s another to know they don’t respect you. Bucky’s been reforged in the fires of hatred a hundred times but respect is something he no longer remembers, even with all his life restored to him. He flinches. He keeps flinching. Yeah. The lies always hurt more.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?” Bucky asks, and he doesn’t sound plaintive at all. He points to the documents that Tony brought to him in this middle ground out in the middle of nowhere T’Challa beckoned them both to, that the man has spent the last four hours going over with him in painstaking detail. “Ready to do whatever it takes.” 

“Where’d you learn that kind of talk,” Stark says dully, and Bucky wants to scream, has been screaming I’m not Steve! for anyone to hear if only they’d bother to listen to him-

But he keeps his mouth shut. The Soldier is forbidden to scream outside of the room with the chair. In there, it can’t be helped, involuntary, autonomic, his whole life, Bucky just can’t be helped.

(Not true. Nineteen forty something and he’s strapped to a table with fire running in his veins and then there’s Steve, but bigger, picking him up. There’s Steve, covering his back with a shield, there’s Steve on a road with the wrongright name on his lips, there’s Steve in a dingy apartment that’s about to explode.)

(There’s Sam, and the arrows, the red light and the shrinking man. There’s T’Challa with his icy rest.)

(Here’s Stark, with his papers full of carefully monitored freedom that might be more than Bucky deserves.)

“I’m here now,” Bucky says, makes it strong. “And I know why. But why are you here?”

Stark almost doesn’t respond; he can tell by the sudden change in the set of his shoulders that the other man has every intention of walking out of here. But he stops and turns all the way around and Stark has not been shy about looking Bucky in the eye this entire time, almost has seemed to make a competition with himself out of it, but now his eyes remain on the floor.

“If there is one thing I know about Rogers,” he says slowly, not like he’s thinking but like his words are unbearably heavy. “It’s that he - loses things. Doesn’t get to keep them. His mother, Peggy, that tidy little future he planned once upon a time? And he…doesn’t deserve that.”

And Bucky all the sudden understands why this man snapped so bright and loud in Siberia when he found out the truth. This man that Steve had dared to talk with about the dreams he once had, even in passing. This man that maybe had returned the same confidences.

“He could’ve chosen to - to keep the Avengers.” To keep me, Bucky hears him not say. “But he didn’t. He made it a choice, and he chose you. So he gets you, if you decide. That’s the deal I made.”

“With who?” Bucky whispers.

“Myself,” Stark says to the ground. 

“Why can’t he have both?” Bucky asks, because 70 years cannot erase an instinct that has been ingrained into him. 

But Stark is a businessman, who has been making deals since he could talk and knows how to make them airtight. Stark has bargained with himself and left no loopholes. A shark, they call those kind of people, and Stark gives him a shark’s smile now. 

He made it a choice. This is not a negotiation.

Bucky doesn’t like it, thinks instead of the look on Stark’s face when he figured out that Steve knew, and his understanding of Stark, of Steve, crystallizes into a sharp point that stings. It is one thing to know someone hates you. It’s another to know they don’t respect you.

“So you’re doing this for him,” Bucky says after the longest pause. “Who’s doing this for me?”

The smile fades and Stark lifts his eyes to Bucky’s, no daring or bravery this time, just Stark, tilting his head considerately. “I guess…you are, Blitzkrieg.”

“Me,” he echoes faintly. Bucky has lived a life of service. To parents and sisters and sickly best friends. To the United States’ Army and the Hydra’s head. To Captain America. To his victims. He’s not sure he remembers how to fight for his own cause.

And he thinks of HYDRA’s notes on Stark, on Afghanistan and the secrets of Stark Mansion long before, how the first thing Stark ever learned to fight for was himself, because no one else was coming.  

“You,” Stark says, without the sneer Bucky would have expected. Bucky glances up at him and for just a instant the curve of Stark’s mouth can almost be called kind before it sharpens up. “Novel concept for you, huh?”

Bucky actually snorts, and something between them breaks, and the line of Stark’s shoulders that has been faintly trembling this entire time sags. “I’m sick of failing. You’d think, as a scientist…but the novelty’s worn off,” the other man offers up on a silver platter, ready for evisceration and like he’s done this a million times and learned to survive on the scraps he gets back. Bucky declines. He knows the feeling. “And as much as I hate to admit it, I’ll fail in this without you committed, one hundred percent. So are you in or out? Do you want to do this, Barnes?”

“You’ve already got my name on the dotted line,” Bucky says, gesturing at the metal case.

“Have you never heard of the spirit of the law,” Stark returns.

“Have I got a choice?”

“Always,” Stark snarls, vicious and still sounding like a promise. Wrong, they’ve gotten this all wrong, they’re such idiots-

You could have kept him, too, Bucky thinks. Stark could have kept them all but he bent in all the wrong ways around the unyielding wall Steve put up and then it was too late. Now they all have nothing and Stark has made himself a bargain to not have anything so he can’t lose it, so long as it won’t hurt. He’s more like Steve than he will probably ever know.

But the difference is that Stark will compromise. Stark will hurt - maybe Steve will hurt him again. Maybe Bucky will let him, because then this bargain can end, because maybe Steve will finally figure it out, let it hurt and heal you goddamn punk, maybe they can have it all, maybe Bucky can finally be somebody again (for the first time).

He just needs the chance to have it.

“For me. I want it, for me,” Bucky says, and underneath vows you can keep me too. The world runs on second chances, after all. “I’m in.”

Some smut to illustrate how Feyre’s Birthday could go if she was still in the Spring Court by the time of it (after acomaf).
Quickly written, so I apologize for any mistakes.
NSFW (obviously)


“Go the woods tonight at 11. I need someone to keep me safe.”

That was what the note said and it was probably the best gift Feyre had received that day – and she had woken up with piles of presents by her friends: dresses, jewellery, swords, daggers, delicacies from her favourite places in Velaris and even flowers cultivated by Elain and a set of paints from Nesta that seemed to be made from the night sky, the colours ranging from the beginning of the evening in a dashing blue to the pit black sky, illuminated only by the silver, twinkling stars.

She had long disassociated her Birthday with it being a joyous time; her family hadn’t been able to get her gifts it’d been a long while and last year her mind had been trying to heal itself, but now… Her family – both the one that was bind to her by blood and the one she had chosen – had sent her presents and sweet messages, reminding her that they would always be there for her. And Rhys – oh, Rhys would be risking everything just to see her.

It was stupid and reckless and selfish of them. But she didn’t care. Every cell in her body was longing for his touch. All day, everyday.

She would go to him, and no one could stop her.

Thankfully, no one even tried.

Feyre had been getting better at winnowing, having been training her abilities in secret. Not because Tamlin wouldn’t let her, she had never even asked, but because she didn’t want him to know. When war came, if they were on opposite sides, she didn’t want her enemies to know just how powerful she was.

Being underestimated had its perks, she had found.

Getting out of the house, then, hadn’t been difficult at all and, in no time, she was already walking into the woods, her eyes and ears paying attention to everything that surrounded her and she had packed the dagger Cassian had given her just in case she had to defend herself.

The trees weren’t enough to cover the moonlight completely, but it was still hard to see where she was going; the shadows were winning that battle in their perpetual war against the light.

Her heart was pounding in her chest in frantic beats that rang loud in her ears… Where the hell was he?

Feyre felt the tug at their bond, calling her to him and she tried to fall it, desperate to get to him – and then she felt this presence just behind her and her instincts were to turn around, dagger in hand, ready to attack.

And it was Rhysand who stood there, wings out, hands in the air in surrender and a smirk on his lips. “Hello, Feyre darling. Would you mind lowering that?” he pointed to the weapon in her hands with his chin, “I don’t see you in month and that’s how you greet me… One would think that you’re not even happy to-“

The High Lord could hear himself talking all day, but she didn’t have the time for that. So she just made him shut up in the nicest way possible – shoving him against a tree with her lips attacking his, her tongue demanding entrance as she tried to get her body as close to his as possible, and that was still not close enough.

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No Regrets - Fiancée

Request: Not a request. I just saw some gifs and this story popped into my head. Hope you like.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None - pure fluff.

Wordcount: 546

A/N: This is a drabble complication. All drabbles fits into the universe I created for my Jensen x Reader series Living with Regrets. Most can be read as stand alone but will also very much be part of the series.

This takes place between part 9 and 10 of LWR. About 8 or so months after part 9 I would say. 

Unbetaed and fast written - All mistakes are mine

LIVING WITH REGRETS MASTERPOST

NO REGRETS MASTERPOST

“Having fun Y/N?” Misha smiled at you as you walked into the area behind the stage. You hadn’t been to a convention for years and you had actually be reluctant to go at first but Jensen, Misha, Mark and Jared had not stopped bugging you, until you had caved.

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request: daddy!harry having to take care of his kids while his wife has to leave town for a few days for a family emergency, and while shes gone theres a couple of disasters/ breakdowns/ tantrums but thankfully his wife comes early and saves the day!

Thank you so much for this request; I had the most fun writing it. Forgive me for any errors. Also, probably the longest piece I’ve ever written.


“Are you completely sure you’re gonna be able to handle things on your own?” Your eyebrow raised as you stood in front of him and asked the question that had been at the tip of your tongue the whole time you were packing to visit an ill relative. You were both stood at the door, your two-month old baby, Cohen, in Harry’s arms while your other three kids were playing somewhere in the house.

“Jesus, they are my kids too y’know? I’m capable of taking care of them by myself a couple days. Just don’t be gone too long.” He started off with a scoff and an eye roll but got quite sheepish near the end of the sentence. Your taxi was waiting patiently outside in the car as you said your final goodbyes, the kids didn’t fully understand that you were going away so they didn’t seem bothered now, but after an hour you were sure they would be giving Harry grief on your whereabouts.

“Okay, I love you. Call me if you need me at any time, yeah? No matter what.” You rubbed his cheek adoringly before leaning him to give him a hug as best you could without squishing Cohen. You then shared a long kiss before you finally pulled away giving one last peck on your baby’s head.

“Yeah,yeah. Off you go, yeh’ve got a long drive. I love yeh. Just take care of yeh aunt, don’t you be worrying ‘bout us.” And with a tap on your bum you were sent out the door, calling one last goodbye to your kids before getting in the car, your bags tucked away in the trunk, and waving as you sped off away from your house.

Harry stayed at the door even after your car was out of sight, as if standing there would will you back. He knew you needed to be with your family after your aunt had fallen terribly sick, but what he failed to mention to you was that he was absolutely shitting himself. Taking one last deep breath, he shut the door and turned to face what would be his reality for the next few days.

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The Mudpit™

This is a small fic I wrote for @pig-demon / @pigdemonart because her art makes me fucking happy and she’s also super great and nice and i’m just a big stupid fan of her art and her RoadRat comic Retirement 

so here’s some weird fluff of Roadrat, I’ve never written either of them fully before. I didn’t edit this a lot so i’m sorry if it’s super sloppy, I just wanted to write this because I had the mental image and wanted it out <3 It’s SFW, it’s just fluff, it’s not explicitly relationship-y but it’s pretty shippy, i’m really gay sorry

The title was supplied by pig it’s great i love it

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A short McHanzo drabble for your Sunday evening, bc I felt like it :3 It’s pretty cliché, but then again, when have I ever written something which isn’t cliché?


Jesse wasn’t quite sure how they got into this mess - and to be fair, he didn’t exactly want to think about it at the moment either. They had been fighting a few giant omnics gone rogue, which had gone well until Hana had finally managed to destroy their communication hub, which made the omnics shut down. 

That would’ve been all well and good, unless Jesse had spotted Hanzo near the base of one of the omnics as it came crashing down, toppling over due to the weight of itself. Jesse ran to save him, crashing into him at the very last moment, and everything went black. When he came to a moment later he was squished underneath the omnic, and underneath him was Hanzo. 

“Don’t worry, loves, we’ll get you out!” Lena called from somewhere behind the massive omnic after Jesse and Hanzo had confirmed that they were unharmed. 

For a few, long seconds, Jesse looked everywhere but at Hanzo’s face. He could tell the archer was watching him intently and he wished he wouldn’t. Finally, Jesse glanced at him. Hanzo’s brow was furrowed. 

“Y’alright there, Hanzo?” Jesse wondered cautiously. He kept himself propped up on his elbows as best he could, to avoid completely crushing the other underneath him. He knew he weighed a bit. Still, there wasn’t much space between them. 

“I am fine”, Hanzo replied. And then, seemingly confused: “You saved me.”

“Suppose I did”, Jesse said, awkwardly, averting his gaze. He could hear the others working on the other side of the omnic, arguing about whether to move it by force or to try and reactivate it and take control over it. 

“Jesse”, Hanzo said, making him look back. Hanzo’s eyes were deep and filled with emotion. “Thank you.” He sounded so serious, and oddly vulnerable, that all Jesse could do was nod a bit and give him a halfhearted smile. 

The omnic shifted above them, and suddenly it was lowered just a couple of inches, but it was enough to push Jesse down onto Hanzo, who let out a little noise which Jesse really, really wished he hadn’t heard. 

“M’sorry, Hanzo - we’re fine!” he interrupted himself to yell at their concerned team mates outside, before lowering his voice again. “Sorry, I really can’t move an’ -”

“Jesse”, Hanzo said, half way between amused and annoyed. “It’s fine. There is a ten ton omnic on top of us. There is nothing you can do.”

“Mhm.” Jesse didn’t have an answer, so he supposed the smart thing to do was to stay quiet. 

A few, grueling, awkward moment passed before Hanzo shifted slightly, presumably to make himself more comfortable. The slide of Hanzo’s body against his made Jesse’s breath hitch, and he fought to not let it show. He dropped his head to hide his burning cheeks. Closing his eyes, he tried his best to think of anything else; dead fish on a hot day, Torbjörn in his underwear, the time he walked in on Winston in the showers. 

It didn’t work. 

Jesse bit his lip and prayed to every god that Hanzo wouldn’t notice. 

That didn’t work either. 

Jesse could hear Hanzo taking a deep breath. 

“Jesse”, he said, slowly. Jesse couldn’t place his tone, and couldn’t see his face either, so he had no way of knowing what the other was thinking. “Is that your gun?”

Jesse had to bite back a startled laugh. Of all the dumb clichés. And of course there was only one response to that question. 

“Naw, I’m jus’ happy to see ya. Ain’t no gun in the world that big.”

He could feel it before he heard it; Hanzo shaking underneath him. And then he let out the most gorgeous laugh Jesse had ever heard; deep and rich and rolling, it sent a shiver down Jesse’s spine and made every nerve in his body tingle. Jesse couldn’t help but chuckle a little as well. 

“You fool”, Hanzo said, though his voice was warmer and more fond than Jesse had ever heard before. It kind of made it worth being crushed underneath a giant omnic. Hanzo’s beard brushed against the side of Jesse’s neck for a brief second, and Jesse was pretty sure his heart stopped beating. 

A moment later, the pressure suddenly disappeared as the omnic was lifted from them. Jesse looked up to see Zarya, Reinhardt and Winston all helping out in lifting the arm which had been trapping him and Hanzo. He quickly got off the archer and scrambled out into freedom, followed by Hanzo. 

“Are you two alright?” Winston wondered after they had let go again, which caused the arm to fall down onto the floor with a crash that made everything shake. 

“M’fine”, Jesse said. “Though I think Hanzo might’ve gotten a concussion.” He cast a glance towards Hanzo and found that the archer was still smiling warmly at him, which Jesse couldn’t help but return. 

“I am perfectly fine”, Hanzo said, waving away Angela before she could begin. “Jesse saved me.”

heneed-somemilk  asked:

Hey! May I send in a request please, where The reader finds a letter that Cassian had written before he left for his final mission..? If not, it's okay?

I’m already crying!!!! Okay, so instead of writing about you finding his letter, I will write the letter itself, alright? Hope you don’t mind (:

Originally posted by enalgunlugar

  • Cassian’s letter to you…

Dear (Y/N),

Well, I don’t know where to begin. I don’t have enough time to write you something beautiful, and I can’t say goodbye to you properly. You wouldn’t let me go to this mission if you knew I was doing so. You would certainly ask me to stay, and I would probably say yes to you - as I always did. But this… this is something I can’t ignore. You know that I’ve done terrible things in my life, so I want to do what I feel that is right today. I want to fight.

Sorry I’m not taking you with me. You were one of the persons who didn’t approve Jyn’s idea, so I couldn’t ask you to join us. Also, I couldn’t lead you to something that may kill us. I would never forgive myself…

I just wanted you to know that I love you so much. You’re one of the best things that happened to me, and I won’t be able to explain how much you mean to me, ever. You’re my best friend, my rock, and my lover. Everything I did to protect this galaxy, I did thinking about you. Thank you for making me a better man, and thank you for showing me what is love.

Maybe I’m overreacting, writing this to you like I was never going to see you again… but who knows. I’m accepting all the possibilities of what can happen to me. It’s okay. I know this mission is dangerous just as much as you do. I know that anything can happen. But please, If I die, I want you to know that I died doing what I believed it was right, and that I died among friends, doing one last thing to try to save the galaxy with them.

Please, don’t be mad at me for leaving you like this. Don’t cry for me. Hold on to the good memories we made together, and that will be enough. I’ll have you on my mind - and my heart - during this whole mission. I promise you.

Take care of yourself, for me. I love you, darling.

With love,

Cassian Andor.

PS: K-2SO won’t leave me alone if I don’t write this for him: he loves you too.

The Star

Originally posted by k2so

Requested: Yes, by @klmpun

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: Y/N is determined to surprise Newt with the Christmas tree when she gets home, but she is too short to reach the top of the tree.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 880

A/N: I somehow started to miss my little Hufflepuff angel after a few days without a fic for him, so have this short little drabble. I hope that you guys like it, it is one of my favorites that I have written recently. Feedback is the loveliest thing, so feel free to drop some in my ask box, or in the comments!

You were going to finish before Newt got home. He had been working so hard on his book that you hadn’t had time to decorate for Christmas whatsoever. Although he was trying to hide it, you could tell that he wasn’t feeling as festive as he usually was. He didn’t want to bake gingerbread cookies or look at the lights that various businesses had strung up for the festive season.

So, that night when you got home from work. You managed to wingardium leviosa a pine tree into the case, and a group of Bowtruckles helped you hang up the lights. After that, you were on your own. You made quick work of hanging up the ornaments, trying not to worry about the fact that Newt was going to be home at any moment.

The last of the ornaments were on the tree, a few presents were spread out underneath the tree. All that was left was to put the star on top, and in your rush, you somehow forgot that you were a wizard. You had run around the case for a solid five minutes trying to find a ladder. Thankfully, Newt had a spare one, and you grabbed the star and clambered to the top. Unfortunately, you managed to place the ladder a few inches too far away, and you were leaned precariously over the edge.

You thought that if you leaned just a few more inches to the side, you were going to finally get this damn star on the top of the tree, and then everything was going to be perfect when he got home. Just a few… more… inches

And then you were falling.

“Accio!” and then, you were in Newt’s strong arms, his kind eyes and his warms smile calming your racing heart.

“Hey there.” He laughed, raising his eyebrows.

“Hi,” you breathed, grateful that he had managed to catch you. he seemed to always be doing that. It may not have always been in such a literal way, but he was always picking you up when you were down.

“What were you thinking?” he laughed, setting you down and glancing around the room.

“I wanted to surprise you and decorate because you weren’t feeling Christmas-y and that isn’t something that I am okay with. So,” you took his hand and led him to the tree, “I decided to do something about it. But, I couldn’t reach the top of the tree, so I was trying to put the star on the top and of course you saw how that went.”

“Did you forget that you are a wizard?” he asked, quirking his head to the side.

“Excuse me?”

“You could have levitated the star to the top of the tree and have avoided an entire set of problems.”

“I guess that you make a good point, Mr. Scamander.” You said, pulling him closer to you by the lapels of his coat.

“And what would that be, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked, smiling down at you devilishly.

“That I do get a bit flustered when I am around you.” you laughed, pulling him in for a kiss. The two of you stayed there, beside your decorated tree, completely consumed in each other.

Sometimes Newt got so wrapped up in his work that he did not stumble home until the wee hours of the morning. You could never blame the creatures, but you did wish that their sleeping schedule would lend itself more kindly to your own. Especially when Newt slipped into bed and shoved his frozen feet against you, with little thought to the yelp that you let out upon contact.

But, in moments like this, you were just grateful to have him, even if it was only for a short while before he inevitably ventured back out into the cold.

“I got you something.” You said, voice a bit breathless after pulling away from the kiss.

“It isn’t even Christmas yet, and you know that I have a tendency to leave things to the last minute.” He groaned. Even though you knew that he was upset that he didn’t have anything for you, but you knew that he also really wanted whatever it was that you got him.

“You can relax, because this isn’t even your Christmas present. I just know that you needed a new one and soon. Besides, there was some spare wrapping paper laying around, so I thought, why not?” you explained, handing him the package that you had spent more time than usual wrapping perfectly.

He peeled away the paper to find a new leather-bound journal, with an inscription on the inside of the cover. “To my magizoologist, let us have many adventures to fill this book. -Y/N” Newt read. His eyes remained on the journal for a moment, before meeting yours. You couldn’t remember a time that his eyes were so filled with love.

He immediately gathered you up in a nearly bone-crushing hug, the feeling of love almost overpowering as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Thank you darling,” he whispered, his breath tickling your neck.

“You are so incredibly welcome,” you whispered back, hoping that you would always feel this happy, and this loved. Something in the back of your mind promised you that you would.

Camp - Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by tahyns

authors note: ok so i stumbled across this in my notes and i had completely forgotten i had written this. its not one of my best works but i have more parts and i can definitely fit it into the theme of halloween for tomorrow hehe… so please let me know if you’d be interested in a halloween series ;) as always, thank you so much for reading, i love you <3

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You said a last annoyed goodbye to your mother as she drove off leaving you in the middle of the land of ticks, s’mores, and kumbayas. You carried your bags in hand as you walked through the gates of Camp Crossway. It was some Jesus camp that your father decided you needed to go on to keep yourself out of trouble this summer.

It was true you had a less than squeaky clean year but your grades were great and you didn’t have some seedy criminal record. You just happened to enjoy staying out too late at night and getting a few tattoos. Somehow that meant you were on a bad path and that you needed religion.

You walked past the younger campers arriving to the check in table. You met your perky, barely older than you group leader who gave you your bunk assignments.

The oldest group of campers was also the smallest group. You were going to help out the younger groups in addition to your group, doing the various activities and bible studies. You had no idea about camp games and knew you were going to look like an idiot for the rest of your time there.

You headed toward the cabins, the one you were to be staying in was furthest from the rest. One for the boys, another for girls. Your shirt was black and kept in the heat, sticking to your sweaty body. Inside, you dropped your bags onto your bunk and decided to switch into the canary yellow camp shirt.

You pulled the t-shirt over your head and dug in your bag for your set of camp shirts. You found one and unfolded it carefully, about to put it on as the door of the cabin swung open.

You froze for a minute, caught up in sparkling blue eyes as they stared at you, slowly going down to your bra clad breasts and back up to your face. A small grin was tugging onto his mouth as you broke from your trace, hastily pulling on the shirt as others came in behind him.

“Well, who do we have here?” You pretended not to notice blue eyes, zipping up your bag as he walked over to you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

You introduced yourself as the others walked over to you greeting you warmly. Everyone seemed to know each other and you were polite as they left you to claim their bunks.

The girls seemed genuinely sweet and excited to be back at this camp. The guys were pretty straight laced and made corny jokes. Jungkook, though, was a familiar surprise.

He actually went to your school, though you never spoke to him before. You would see him around campus, athletic and popular. He had a long, lean muscular body with toned biceps and calves that were encased in his slightly sun kissed but mainly pale skin. You swallowed, finding him attractive in his gym shorts and loose tank top. You imagined running your hands through his messy brown hair and digging your nails into his broad shoulders while he fucked you against the cabin wall into oblivion.

His eyes traveled to you and you swallowed, looking away quickly and trying to banish your completely impure thoughts. A smirk came onto his face as he winked at you and you pretended you weren’t just checking him.

Part of you hoped that these campers were the secretly rebellious kind that had parties after lights out and would smuggle weed to smoke in the woods on trips out, but they weren’t. In spending actual time with them, they seemed to be pretty legit. They went on and on about how good it was to be out of the pressures of their sinful environments, shuddering at the idea of premarital sex and underage drinking. Even a few of your jokes were met with nervous blushing from the five girls in the group. The guys were your typical 18 year old teenaged boys, competitive, loud, and excitable. They were mostly preppy and seemed to hover around the girls as though the girls were flowers they wanted to pollinate…with scripture or something.

The only one who interested you, though, was Jungkook. You couldn’t help it. His laughter made your stomach all fluttery. The way he moved made your stomach knot in desire. He was so effortlessly athletic and strong, with an air of authority to him. The other guys listened when he told them off and they seemed to want his permission before doing certain things.

You wanted him to do certain things with you…

After dinner there was a camp fire sing along that you sat alone at. The rest of the camp assembled and you rested your head in your hands wishing you were anywhere else but here at this hot, sweaty camp. You zoned out as the counsellors went through speeches and you watched the group close their eyes to pray. You shut your eyes, not wanting to be caught with your eyes open.

“You seem to be distracted,” Jungkook breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes fluttered open as he sat beside you, a grin on his face. He smelled good and felt warm as his shoulders brushed up against you, his lips still near your ear. “You should be paying attention like a good girl.”

“Wh-what if I’m not some good girl.” you responded softly and felt him chuckle against your ear.

“Then I’d have to teach you,” he vowed darkly, pulling away as the ‘Amens’ were said.

Everyone’s eyes turned to Jungkook as he pulled out his acoustic guitar and led the music as the rest of the camp sang along. His voice was amazing and you were in shock at how talented he was, his words echoing in the back of your head and giving you goosebumps.


requests are always welcome

Vitamin T

Genre: It started out as Fluff, idk what happened?

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Length: 8056 words (longest bloody thing I’ve written in ages!)

Summary: To you he wasn’t an idol, he was just someone who tried to underpay.

Part: 1/1

Note: I wrote this because myself and @isaynevermind were joking about it after I posted my Yoongi drabble a while back and I really liked the idea of doing it🙌 So this is for you lovely😘 (and every Taehyung stan who follows me🌹), I hope you like, I tried. Next request will be up soon along with the next Heartbreak Girl update💫

Please just bear with me because I haven’t had the greatest start to 2017 in my family and that’s why things might be a little slow😔🙈

Also, a special thank you to the girl who’s always there for me, @minthusiast!🙌👑 Thanks for giving me your input and your never ending support!💞 This is for you too because I know you are Taehyung wrecked😏😉

Enjoy though!😘

~Mini CJ✌

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“How you doing?”

“No,” Yoongi groaned, tiredly rubbing his hands over his face for what seemed like the millionth time since sitting down, “don’t say it like Joey from Friends. Girls will think it’s creepy, and weird.”

“Right, got it, creepy and weird is a no no.” Taehyung nodded enthusiastically and actually wrote it down in the little notebook he had sitting in front of him.

“When I said ‘take note’ I didn’t mean literally pabo.” Yoongi looked beyond tired and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Shame man, he’s trying Yoongi-ah. Give him a break, you’ve only been here for 20 minutes.” You playfully scolded him and he looked at you where you were standing behind the counter before rolling his eyes.

“It’s Yoongi oppa to you Y/N.”

“I’d rather not.” You cringed.

“I thought you said this friend of yours was respectful Tae.” He grumbled and Taehyung looked up from what he’d been writing to shoot him one of his boxy smiles.

“She is, she just hates the thought of calling anyone oppa. Says it’s embarrassing or something and would actually rather use hyung.” Taehyung winked at you when he was finished and you just rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Besides,” you added, “I’m not Korean and I’m actually one day older than you Yoongi.”

“How do you know that?” Yoongi said looking slightly shocked.

“She’s an ARMY.” Taehyung stage whispered, making sure you could still hear him.

“An ARMY hey,” Yoongi smirked, “am I your bias?”

“No, and I am not an ARMY. I looked you guys up when I started speaking to Tae. Everyone made such a huge fuss the first time he came in here so I wanted to know what it was all about.” You huffed, shooting an annoyed glare at Taehyung who just grinned at you.

“Wait, so you didn’t know who Taehyung was?” Yoongi looked confused and that made your annoyed glare slip slightly.

“No, what happen–”

“No hyung she had no idea!” Taeyhyung cut you off excitedly and that made any chance of you staying mad (even though you were just pretending) flee for good. “I came in here to get coffee like normal because at least the other barista’s had gotten used to it, and while some of the customers were freaking out I saw her standing behind the counter and realised she was new. So I’m busy trying to walk up to order and when she looks up to see what the fuss is all about, sees me and the people trying to crowd around and just shrugs and carries on working!”

Yoongi now looked at you shocked and you shrugged like you had back when you had first seen Taehyung, nearly 3 months ago.

“So you had absolutely no idea who he was? At all?” Yoongi drawled, raising an eyebrow.

“None whatsoever,” You retorted and motioned to Tae who was basically bouncing in his seat to finish the story, “continue Tae.”

“Thank you,” He grinned at you, “so I finally make it up to the counter and pretty much all the barista’s here know all of our orders right? I figured she would know too even if she was new, so I go up and she asks what I want -no screaming or blushing or anything- and I tell her I’ll have my regular and she just looks at me with a blank expression and says ‘okay I can’t read your mind, you’re going to need to tell me what that is’.” At this point Taehyung had full-blown giggles and Yoongi just looked dumbfounded.

“You did not?”

“Oh, but I did.” You laughed and shook your head, moving out from behind the counter to start wiping down the tables.

“Hyung, that’s not even the best part!” Taehyung was now excitedly slapping the table to grab Yoongi’s attention again and was on the verge of collapsing in tears because he’s trying so hard not to laugh properly.

“Okay, so what happened next?”

“Once I had told her my order and she made my drink and stuff I take out my cash to pay, and I already had the exact amount in my hand because it makes things so much easier, so I give it to her and I’m about to walk away when she calls me back. Obviously I go back to see why and she says–” Taehyung turned to look at you as if that was your cue, which only made you laugh some more.

“Sorry but you underpaid.” You pipe up and Yoongi’s jaw is practically on the table.

“She didn’t even give me the discount!” Taehyung had finally given in to the hysterics and was shaking because he was laughing so hard, while Yoongi looked back and forth between the two of you like you had just told him he actually had six toes on each foot.

“Yeah, I swear the whole café collectively gasped when I said that but all Taehyung did was start laughing.” You giggled, grabbing one of the chairs next to you to put it on top of the table.

“Wait, so how did you become friends then?” Yoongi asked and when you looked at Taehyung he gestured to you to speak.

“Well after I said that he came and paid the rest of the full amount and just left all smiley and giggling, so I asked my manager who he was and why all of that happened and she looked at me like I had asked the dumbest question. After she had made sure I wasn’t just joking with her, she explained who he and the rest of BTS are and then scolded me for making him pay full price.” Grabbing another chair, you lifted that one on to the table near you too before turning to face them both.

“So when I went home that evening I did a bit of my own research to see what all the fuss was about, and then the next day when Tae came in I thought ‘what the hell, let’s see what happens,’ and purposefully made his order slightly incorrect and gave him a Caffé Mocha instead of a Caffé Latte and made him pay full price again. He didn’t even complain and just left grinning like he had the day before. Every single day that week I did the same thing, made him a slightly different order and made him pay full price, and every single day he left grinning like a child who just got told they can have ice cream for dinner.” You were finally done stacking all the chairs around you except for the two that were currently occupied by 2/7 of BTS and two of the extra ones at that table, one of which you promptly fell into with a sigh.

“So you became friends because you kept giving him the wrong thing and made him pay full price?” Yoongi looked like he was trying to understand but also like he thought the two of you were crazy.

“Basically yes.”

“Not really.”

You and Taehyung said at the same time which just made you both laugh.

“So which is it?” Yoongi asked and it was your turn to gesture at Taehyung to speak.

“Well I say not really because it wasn’t that she was giving me the wrong thing or making me pay in full, but rather that she was treating me like any normal customer. It was so refreshing hyung, to come to a place where not once did she ever freak out when she saw me, except maybe on Halloween.” You covered your face and groaned, mumbling out a ‘you said you wouldn’t talk about that’ while Taehyung just chuckled, “And even though she purposefully gave me the wrong order rather than accidentally, it was still so nice and some of the things she made were really good!”

“Wow, okay, I guess that does make sense.” Yoongi murmured. “I can’t believe I’ve been coming here with Taehyungie for 2 weeks and you only told me how you became friends now.”

“You only asked now.” You grinned cheekily and that made both of them laugh. “But I’m sorry boys, you have to go now so I can lock up.”

“I’m not a boy, I’m a man.” Yoongi retorted, puffing his chest out playfully.

“Sure you are.”

“I am. Yah, don’t roll your eyes at me Y/N-ah!”

“Ahh don’t worry hyung, you’ll get used to it.” Taehyung laughed and you poked your tongue out childishly at Yoongi when he glared at you.

That of course only made both of them start laughing before you started trying to shoo them out of the café.

“For real guys, I have to close up now if I want to beat the traffic home.”

“But I haven’t paid yet?” Yoongi piped up and before you could respond Taehyung just waved away his comment.

“Don’t worry Yoongi-hyung, I’ve got it this time.” He smiled and Yoongi shot one back before motioning outside.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.”

It was just you and Taehyung now in the quiet café and you smiled at him, but as you reached to stack one of the chairs at the table they had been occupying, you found that it was quickly out of your reach and on the table before you could do it yourself.

“Tae, not this again,” You playfully scolded, “let me do my job.”

“I’m just trying to help and make your job go faster Y/N-noona. You go ring up mine and Yoongi-hyung’s last order and I’ll finish the chairs for you.” Taehyung smiled sweetly at you and you listened to him for once instead of arguing some more, making your way back behind the counter.

“How many times have I told you not to call me noona? But also, thank you Tae.”

“At least 50 by now? I’m not sure, I stopped counting after 35,” he joked and made his was up to the cash register after stacking all the chairs, “but it’s a pleasure and how much do I owe you today?”

“Right so that is one regular coffee for Yoongi and regular one Berry Dairy (blackberries, raspberries, strawberries, banana, frozen yoghurt, honey and milk) smoothie for you.” You rattled off and Taehyung took his card out to pay this time. “By the way, how was that? I’ve only ever made it for myself so I was wondering what you’d think?”

Taehyung gently took the card machine from your hands to enter his pin, only answering once he had handed it back.

“It was actually really good! I’d say put it on the yes list. You should ask your manager-nim to put it on the menu like that other smoothie you made me.”

“Really, you think so? Cause I wasn’t a 100 percent sure.” You trailed off uncertainly while focusing on cashing up but stopped when seeing Taehyung’s hand reach over and cover your seemingly tiny hands compared to his, getting you to look up at his smiling face.

“Of course I’m sure! I mean that is one of the best ones so far! People will love it.” His smiled turned into his adorable box grin and you couldn’t help but return it.

“Thanks Tae, I’ll speak to my manager. You should go now though, don’t want to make Yoongi-ah wait too long.”

“He’ll be fine, besides you’re almost done right?”

“Yeah I am, but I feel bad. You don’t have to wait with me while I do cash up every time you’re here around closing time.”  You softly laughed.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. How else would we have become best friends if I didn’t start doing this in the first place?” Taehyung’s deep voice filled the quiet space around you and you walked out of the small staff room just in time to see him ripping open a sugar packet and pouring the contents into his mouth.

“Okay very true, but firstly I thought Jiminie and Kookie were your best friends, and secondly, how many times have I told you not to eat the sugar?” You quirked an eyebrow at his shocked expression, obviously not expecting you to walk out when you did, and laughed when he tried to hide the empty sugar packet in his pockets.

“I already saw you Tae, stop trying to hide it,” You laughed again, reaching over to turn off the lights above the barista bar, “and if you do it again, I’ll tell Jimin and Jungkook the next time they come in that you said I was your best friend and not them.”

To say Taehyung’s next expression was funny was an understatement, although it quickly changed to puppy dog eyes and you immediately covered your face with your hands to avoid being swayed by it.

“I promise I won’t do it again Y/N-noona, please don’t tell Jimin-ah and Jungkookie. Then they’ll get mad and try to steal you away from me as payback and I don’t want that.” Taehyung begged quietly.

A slight shiver ran down your spine which was probably the lingering effects of the air-conditioning which you had just shut off, but you could feel Taehyung’s warm hands wrap gently around your wrists as he tried to pry your hands away from your eyes.

He succeeded in making you move your hands but you kept your eyes shut childishly which only made him laugh softly and reach up with one hand to poke your nose.

“TaeTae, I have to lock up, please stop with the puppy dog eyes and I promise I won’t tell them.” You half joked half begged, and only opened one eye to see if he would comply. You saw him grin and nod before feeling the warmth of his hands leave your wrists, and only then did you open your other eye.

“Thank you Y/N-noona. Come, let’s lock up quick so you can get home safely.”

Your hand not holding the keys to the café was now gripped by his as he pulled you towards the front of the store and all you could do was laugh.

_____

All you could ever do around Taehyung was laugh and smile most of the time because he brought that out in you and honestly, it was one of the things you looked forward to on the days you worked. If you had a morning shift and he came in, he’d start your day with a laugh and a smile that easily ended up lasting the whole day, and if he came in in the afternoon and you’d had a crappy day, he’d make it all disappear just as easily.

He was definitely a patch of sunshine in your everyday life, so when you didn’t seem him the next day, or the next, or the next 5 that followed, you couldn’t help but be a little gloomy and definitely couldn’t help the worry that had started building in the pit of your stomach around day 4.

Sure you could have messaged or called him, I mean it’s not like you didn’t have each other’s numbers, but there was one small problem with that fact. Although you had exchanged numbers a while back, neither of you had taken that first step into contacting the other and even though you would never admit it to anyone, you were basically a giant fucking baby and way too scared to initiate anything.

But as the 10th day was coming to a close, your worry was almost at its peak and you were sitting in the staff room with your phone clutched in your hand, text message staring back at you and your finger hovering over ‘send’.

You: Hey Tae, it’s Y/N. Haven’t seen you in a few days and was just wondering if you were alright? Also I tried this new smoothie combination and needed my guinea pig for a second opinion haha :) x

“Smiley face or no smiley face, kiss or no kiss.” You mumbled to yourself, going back and forth numerous times between no smiley face, a smiley face, a smiley face and a kiss or just a kiss.

The options ran through your mind, one after the next on a constant loop so when one of your co-workers came to tell you someone was looking for you, you pretty much got the fright of a lifetime because you were so stuck in your head.

“Oh my God, you almost gave me heart failure!” You gasped and jumped up with your hand clutched to your chest while your co-worker just laughed.

“Sorry Y/N, but there’s someone out here asking for you specifically, wants to say sorry about something or other?” She explained sweetly, and you just nodded, mumbling that you would be out in a minute once your heart started working again.

But just as you were going to put your phone away you looked down because you heard the distinct beep of a message being sent which was probably the same time your heart stopped again.

“Oh God no. No no no. Why me?” You collapsed back into the chair you had just got up from and were repeatedly banging your head against the table, groaning at your stupid mistake.

Not realising how long you had been sitting throwing yourself a pity party, your head snapped up when you heard a slight cough from the staff room door and you were about to tell your co-worker that you’d be out in a bit- but that definitely wasn’t anyone you worked with.

“You’re not supposed to be back here.” Was the first thing that popped out of your mouth before you realised what you had said and slapped a hand over your mouth.

“I know, but your manager-nim said it was okay and I wanted to speak to you about something Y/N-noona.”

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?” You grumbled on instinct, standing up and pocketing your phone so you could walk over and playfully smack your visitor’s chest.

“A few, but not as many times as Taehyung.” Namjoon grinned, dimple on full display while you laughed.

“I swear, only Jin is older than me yet you are all taller than me and won’t listen when I tell you not to call me noona, why?” You joked as Namjoon pulled you in for a hug that you happily returned, grateful that he had actually come to you because if you were in the front you wouldn’t be able to do it without worrying about rumours, and not knowing how much you had needed one until he held you tight.

After he released you, you gestured to the chair opposite the one you had just been sitting on and he took the hint and sat down, you joining him shortly after going to make his order quickly.

“So, why did I walk in on you banging your head against the table? That’s not good for you, you know?” Namjoon laughed softly before taking a sip of his iced coffee and gesturing to it, “Thanks by the way. You’re the only one who gets it exactly right.”

“No problem, and to answer your question, I was hoping that if I hit my head hard enough it would erase my idiotic mistake.” You took a sip of your own iced hot chocolate and pulled a face, thinking about the text you had sent.

“What mistake?”

“ItextedTaehyungandcalledhimmyguineapig” You rushed out, promptly covering your face after doing so and hoping he wouldn’t make you repeat yourself.

“You texted Taehyung and called him your guinea pig?” Namjoon sounded beyond confused and you chanced looking up to see a matching confused expression on his face. “I’m not sure I’m understanding you.”

Sighing, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and went in to the message you had sent to Taehyung. Putting your phone flat on the table, you pushed it towards him to read while you resumed your previous action of banging your head against the table.

Just as you were about to bring your head down again for maybe the twentieth time, a warm, soft palm was placed between your forehead and the table, preventing the bump and making you roll your eyes up to look at the owner of said hand.

“I don’t see why it’s that bad that you’re trying to injure yourself?” Namjoon finally questioned and you made a noise between a groan and a cry before lifting up your head to face him properly.

“You don’t understand Joon. I basically told him I was worried about him, called him my guinea pig, put a kiss at the end and let’s not forget I. Texted. Him. First.” You face was now back in your hands and you could hear Namjoon chuckling softly.

“I still don’t see how any of that is a problem? So what that he knows you were worried, he worries about you all the time, he’d probably like being called your guinea pig knowing him, the kiss you can play off that you put that at the end of all your texts and texting him first? He’s too bloody scared to do it so fina-fucking-lly one of you did because we’ve all been dying.”

You whipped your head up to look at him so quickly after his little speech and only once he’d realised all he’d said did his eyes go wide.

“He worries about me? He’d like me calling him my guinea pig? He was too scared to message me first?” You rattled off questions and Namjoon looked more worried as each of them passed your lips. “What aren’t you telling me Namjoon-ah?”

“Fuck. Can’t we pretend I didn’t say that and instead just came here to tell you that Taehyungie was sick for a few days and that’s why he hasn’t come past, because he’s been resting.” He looked at you hopefully.

“Nope. You’re going to spill what you know right now or I won’t make you iced coffee again.” You narrowed your eyes at him and he scratched the back of his neck before sighing and nodding.

“Right so I shouldn’t be saying any of this but…”

_____

“You can do this.” You repeatedly mumbled to yourself like a mantra, wiping down the tables and stacking all the chairs as you thought about your conversation earlier in the day with Namjoon.

It was quite something to take in and if you were being honest with yourself you really did not expect it, at all.

You especially didn’t expect to have to face Taehyung so soon after everything Namjoon had told you, yet your phone was sitting heavily in your pocket with a message you had received from Namjoon about 10 minutes ago.

Giant-Joon: Just a heads up, a certain BTS member just woke up and left in a hurry with his phone in his hand because ‘oh my God I can’t believe I- I have to- *trips putting shoes on* bye’. So be prepared for a visit sometime soon noona :P x

You had almost dropped your phone when you read that, but after the initial shock had passed you had quickly typed back something along the lines of ‘thanks, and stop calling me noona!’ and pocketed your phone to continue with tiding up.

However when the bell above the door chimed to let you know someone had entered, you could feel your heart pick up its pace and your hands were slightly shaking as you picked up another chair.

“Hi Tae.” You called out, turning to face him once you had schooled your face into a calm expression, a smile playing on your lips.

He stopped dead in his tracks from walking up to surprise you and frowned, “How did you know it was me?”

“Namjoon.” Was all you said and you watched as his expression changed from frowning to one of equal parts shock and worry.

Taehyung didn’t say anything else for a little while so you took that as your chance to approach him and lay a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature and making his expression change to one of complete shock.

“How are you feeling Tae? Better?” You gently asked and he looked slightly dazed before nodding and shooting you a smile.

“Much better thanks. Sorry for making you worry.” He grinned and pointed to his phone that was currently in his hand and open on your text, and it was now your turn to look shocked, not expecting him to be so forward about it.

“Uh yeah, well next time let me know what’s going on before more than 10 days pass.” You tried to cover your embarrassment by scolding him, playfully smacking his arm before turning to continue stacking chairs and so he couldn’t see your flushed cheeks.

“Sorry Y/N-noona, I’ve been sleeping most of the time so I didn’t even think to say something, but I’m glad you messaged me.” His voice was close by and you knew if you took a few steps back, you would most likely bump into his chest.

“Well as long as you’re rested now and feeling better, I can stop thinking you died or something.”

Taehyung chuckled at your obvious joke about him being dead and you knew he was even closer than before because you could feel his breath on your neck and shoulder as he laughed.

“Also I’m glad I messaged you too,” You looked over your shoulder to shoot him a smile, “one of us had to take the first step.” You quietly mumbled the last bit and walked forward to move to the next table, picking up the disinfectant spray bottle and cloth you had set down before greeting Taehyung.

“What was that?”

Fuck.

“Oh, I said I’m glad I messaged you too.” You repeated, biting your lip as you stayed turned from him, knowing that was not all you had said.

“Yeah I heard that, but what did you say after that?” Taehyung questioned.

You heard him take 3 steps in your direction and if it had been anyone else you would probably still have a reasonable space between you, but this was Taehyung, with his stupid long legs that now put him back to being right behind you.

“Are you sure you’re better Tae? Maybe you need to get your ears checked because I didn’t say anything else.”

Liar.

“I call lies.” You could almost hear the grin in Taehyung’s voice and so you took a deep breath before turning to face him.

“Fine,” You set down the spray bottle and cloth again and looked up to meet his gaze, “I said, one of us had to take the first step. And as much as it was a pure accident that I sent it and I pretty much freaked the fuck out afterwards, I’m glad I did because Namjoon told me that you were too chicken to do it.” With your hands on your hips as you finished your sentence, it only took about 5 seconds for you to realise what you had said and another 5 for your whole body to heat up and your face to flush with embarrassment.

Thankfully though Taehyung looked equally as embarrassed by what you had said, obviously now knowing that Namjoon had given away one of his secrets, which only made him hope that was all he had said.

“Wait, you said it was an accident that you messaged me?” He suddenly queried and you choked out a laugh, looking down at your hands that were now no longer on your hips and instead clasped together as you twiddled your thumbs.

“Uh yeah, about that? You see, I had typed the message and was debating whether to send it or not, when I got a fright and pressed send.” You almost whispered out, not daring to look up.

“So if you hadn’t gotten a fright, you wouldn’t have messaged me?”

“Yes. Wait no. Fuck! Maybe?” You stuttered out all at once, not really knowing which one you meant because if you hadn’t accidentally hit send, you don’t know whether you’d have had the guts to even do it at all.

“Which one is it?” Taehyung quirked an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips which, as soon as you’d seen it, made your embarrassment turn into something else.

Two can play at that game then.

“That’s for me to know. But one thing I do know is that if I hadn’t said anything you wouldn’t have dared to even try.” You felt your own smirk make its way onto your face and saw Taehyung’s resolve falter slightly.

“Yah, I tried multiple times, but nothing seemed good enough for noona!” Taehyung blurted out but no sooner than he had did he slap a hand over his mouth, his cheeks tinging pink.

“Nothing was good enough for noona you say?” You teased, shaking your head at him.

“Stop it Y/N-noona, leave your guinea pig alone.” He retorted, cheeks still flamed but with a spark in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Alright, I’ll stop,” You smiled sweetly, feeling a twinge of something you couldn’t identify in the pit of your stomach, “and instead you can finally taste the smoothie I was talking about that made me refer to you as my guinea pig, which was a joke by the way.”

You made your way back around the counter as you spoke and crouched down momentarily, disappearing from Taehyung’s site, to get out the smoothie you had made for him after you’d received the text from Namjoon.

“What’s in it?” Taehyung now approached the counter and looked at the brightly coloured smoothie, trying to figure out what it was.

“Well just so you know, I was going to call you the only one brave enough besides me to try what I make, but that was a bit too long and guinea pig was easier.” You giggled, pushing the drink towards him and handing him a straw, “But I want you to try this first and guess what’s in it before I tell you.”

Taehyung laughed at your first statement, but you could see the determination set in his eyes once you’d told him to guess.

Confidently, he unwrapped the straw and pushed it into the lid, picking up the smoothie and settling the straw between his soft pink lips, he took a big pull and you watched in anticipation as to what his reaction would be.

Surprise was the first one, followed shortly by confusion, happiness and then a grimace which made you worry.

“What? What’s wrong with it? Why did you pull a face?” You suddenly found yourself back on the other side of counter, now standing next to Taehyung as he slowly put the drink down and turned to face you.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong with it.” He gently rested his hands on your shoulders and you could feel some of the unknown tension that had been there, leave.

“Then what was with the face at the end?” You questioned softly.

“Oh, that face? That was brain freeze,” He laughed quietly and you found yourself laughing lightly too, “but I’m ready to make my guess.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Definitely orange, pineapple I’m sure, maybe carrots and something else but I can’t place it.” Taehyung listed off and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“That was literally almost 100 percent right!” You grinned, bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement. “You just missed out mango and 500mg of vitamin C. But was it really okay?”

As the doubt started invading your mind, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers fiddling with your apron as a frown etched its way onto your face, clearly giving away your worry to anyone who knew you well enough to know your nervous habits.

Taehyung just so happened to be one of those people.

“Hey Y/N, it’s really good, I swear. I wouldn’t say otherwise if I didn’t mean it. What’s got you so worries about this one anyways?” Taehyung moved his one hand from your shoulder to reach under your chin and tilt your head up, his thumb lightly resting under your bottom lip gently pulled down to remove your lip from between your teeth as he stared at you with concern.

“It’s nothing, I just-” You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, “I was worried about you and when I heard you were sick it didn’t really help you know? So, fuck, it seems stupid but I’d made this smoothie for myself before when I’ve been sick and it really helped me, and I had sort of figured you had to be sick if you didn’t come in, so that’s why I hoped you’d like it. This is the first thing I’ve let anyone try that could actually do more than be something that tastes nice to drink, and I wanted your opinion before speaking to my manager about it.”

Even though he had lifted your chin, you still couldn’t meet his gaze and instead cast your eyes down to look at his chest when something else he had said registered in your mind.

“Oh my God, that’s the first time you didn’t call me noona.” You had no problem meeting his gaze now and your initial smile turned into a full blown grin when you saw his cheeks tinge pink again.

“Sorry Y/N-noona-”

“No!” You cut Taehyung off, placing a hand over his mouth all while laughing, “I like it. Please rather just call me Y/N?”

He looked like he was considering something before nodding slowly so you’d remove your hand.

“Okay, Y/N.” He looked like saying your name by itself was foreign to him, yet a smile played at his lips at the same time. “What I was going to say was, I understand now why it was important to you and thank you for worrying about me enough to let me try your special smoothie.”

His cheeks were still pink and you could feel your own face start to heat up, hoping he couldn’t feel it too on the hand that was still under your chin.

Please Lord, it’s enough that he’s going to see it, give me this one thing.

“What are you going to call it?” He suddenly asked and you had been waiting for that question since he’d tasted it.

“I want to name it, Vitamin T.” You felt your face heat up even more and knew there was no way he wouldn’t feel it, because he would definitely be able to see it.

“T? Why T?”

“Because,” You bravely looked up to meet his cute, questioning gaze before continuing, “I can’t very well call it Vitamin Taehyung and T sounds like C, so I thought it fit.”

“You want to name it after me? But why?” Taehyung’s cheeks went even pinker and shyly looked away.

“I want it to name it after you because you’re like a vitamin to me. Fuck, that sounds so stupid but you honestly just brighten up my days and always make me feel better no matter what. You’re such a bright, warm, caring, bubbly person and constantly try to make everyone smile and be happy, making jokes and being sweet. So I wanted to do something for you, even if it’s just this and we’re the only two who know the reason behind the name.” You lip was back between your teeth and you were rocking back and forth on your heels, back to not being able to meet his eyes.

“Wow.” Taehyung breathed out after a few moments of silence, “You really think that of me?” His voice wavered and you chanced a small glance up to see what looked like awe on his face, before casting your eyes down again and nodding.

It was quiet between the two of you again and you were just about to step away when you felt the familiar tug of his thumb under your lip, releasing it from your teeth once more. At the same moment he tilted your chin up a little more so you would have no choice but to look him in the eye, and took a deep breath as if he was preparing to say something.

“This whole time,” He started, voice shaking slightly, “I’ve thought you were really beautiful, which is why I didn’t say much at first, because I was too shy. But then, we started talking and you treated me like a normal person and you were kind and funny, and you made different drinks for me to taste and let me talk about my weird ideas and didn’t judge me for them, but thought about them too, and you were sweet and thoughtful and I started to like you. I couldn’t help it. After we swopped numbers I tried so many times to say something, but like I already said, nothing seemed good enough for you. There were days where I would sit with a text open to you, trying to find the right words to say, but nothing came out. Then one day, Yoongi-hyung saw me staring at my phone and came and asked me what was wrong. I caved and told him and he said he’d help me, that he’d help me build my confidence and be able to speak to you like how I wanted to, which is why we’ve both been spending more time here together. Yoongi-hyung said it’d be easier to do it around you for inspiration, which I think was just code for he just wanted to see me get flustered, but that’s not the point. My point is that I really like you Y/N and I swear to God if you keep pulling your lip between your teeth I’m going to kiss you and I don’t want to do that if it’ll be uncomfortable for you.”

You felt as if all the air had been knocked out of your lungs at his confession and felt your heartbeat race even faster as you made your decision on what you were going to do.

Looking up at Taehyung, you made certain the decision was clear in your gaze as you slowly and purposefully pulled your bottom lip between your teeth again, challenge glinting in your eyes as you saw confusion and then determination flit through his.

Your eyes closed as Taehyung brought his lips down onto yours, his thumb pulling your lip free yet again before capturing it between his, the hand on your chin now slipping behind your neck and tangling into your hair as he moved the other that had still been on your shoulder, to rest on your waist and gently pull you closer.

You stood on you tiptoes as you slid your hands up his chest, one arm hooking around to hold onto his broad shoulders as the other reached up so you could run your fingers through his hair, nails scratching slightly at the nape of his neck which made stifle a groan. His tongue lightly swept across your bottom lip asking for entrance, and you didn’t hesitate in the slightest, opening your mouth to let your breath mingle and tongues fight for dominance.

It was not a question who’s won, but you didn’t mind, arms around his shoulders trying to pull him impossibly closer even though you were already pressed up against each other.

The hand that hand been tangled in your hair slowly traced down the side of your neck, across your shoulder and around and down your back to mimic the position of the other one at your waist. And when Taehyung squeezed gently, pulling at the same time as if he also wanted you closer still, you sighed into his mouth, stretching even further up on your tiptoes as if it would help.

He made a sound of annoyance in the back of his throat and the next thing you knew his hands had traced down to your thighs and he lifted you up, placing you on the counter in front of him so you no longer had to stretch to reach him, all without breaking the kiss.

The new position made you basically the same height and as he slotted himself between your legs and they gently hooked around his waist, you tightened your hold on his shoulders so your chests were flush together. His one hand went back to its previous position of being tangled in your hair, thumb gently rubbing the skin on your neck, and the other reached up to cup the side of your cheek sweetly.

Kissing was not new to you, you were a grown up for fuck’s sake and had had a boyfriend before. Yet right here and right now, kissing Taehyung, if felt different. Maybe was his insanely sweet confession before, maybe it was the fact that you had been secretly harbouring a crush on him for a while, hell, maybe it was because he was just so damn beautiful to look at, it made you wonder how he even managed to like someone like you. But one thing was for sure, it was the best you’d ever experienced in your 23 years of life and you couldn’t really find the will to want to stop, even though you needed a breath longer than the ones between kisses.

There weren’t any fireworks or sparks flying to make it great, but rather it made your skin tingle and created an incredible warmth all through your body that you only ever felt when you went to visit your mom and dad.

Home.

You were both so caught up in the moment, lost in each other, that when you heard a shout outside, you both whipped your head in that direction to see what it was.

“Yah, all you bastards owe 25 000 Won each, I called it!”

It was Hoseok.

And the rest of BTS.

Peering at you through the window with matching grins on their faces.

“Fuck!” You hid your face against Taehyung’s chest and he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. “They had to give me heart failure and embarrass the hell out of me at the same time, didn’t they?”

“It’s kind of their thing,” He murmured in your ear, “But it’s a good thing I locked the door from the inside right?” He finished and pulled back to wink at you, making your blush return.

“You sneaky little devil.” You smirked at him and watched in amusement as the rest of BTS tried -and failed- to enter the café, stopping to look at both of you in shock while still holding onto the door handle and trying to pull it open.

“Come on, unlock the door please noona.” Jungkook and Jimin begged from outside and you just looked at them blankly before holding a hand up to your ear.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you, the door’s locked.” You shouted back, laughing when they pulled almost matching sulking faces. “And I told you to stop calling me noona.” You added as an afterthought which Taehyung choke on a laugh in front of you.

“Y/N-ah, please let us in, or at least me. Jin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung won’t stop smacking me for referring to them as bastards when they know I didn’t mean it like that.” Hoseok yelled, rattling the door as if it would help and looking at you with pleading eyes.

“That’s your own fault for betting on us.” Taehyung called back, rolling his eyes for only you to see and you giggled in response.

“Fine, then we’re leaving you here and you can find your own way home.” Hoseok retorted childishly.

“That’s okay, I can drop him back at the dorms later, I don’t mind.” You were smiling at Taehyung as you said this and he looked down at you, his box grin gracing his still swollen lips and his eyes sparkling.

“Really, you don’t mind?” He softly asked and you shook your head ‘no’.

With that, he leaned forward to place another kiss on your lips and you immediately responded, the kiss being something much slower, sweeter and gentler this time. You started softly running your fingers through his hair and he sighed into the kiss, leaning more towards you.

You heard a collective, “Get a room!” from outside and just lifted your hand that wasn’t in Taehyung’s hair, to flip them off.

That just made them laugh and while Jin jokingly called out a “Rude!”

There was also a, “That’s my boy!” from Yoongi to Taehyung.

A, “That’s my girl!” from Namjoon to you.

And a collective, “Bye!” from them all, although you swear you heard Jungkook say “Bye noona!” Which normally would have been enough for you to correct him, but you normally didn’t have Taeyhung’s lips attached to your own so you let it slip, just this once.

All of this went on outside but you and Taehyung ignored them all, rather focusing on each other until you needed to lean back for some air.

“Tae?” You quietly mumbled, forehead resting against his shoulder as he placed soft kisses on you neck.

“Yeah?” He responded just as quietly, his breath against your skin making your shiver slightly and lean into him more, wrapping your arms around him in a hug as you rested your head on his chest.

“Something’s been bugging me about your confession.”

He stopped lazily trailing his hand up and down your spine and leaned back a little, other hand sliding out of your hair and back to your chin to tilt it up.

“What is that?”

You smiled and shook your head at the slight look of concern on his face, moving a hand to smooth out the furrow between his eyebrows.

“Not like that silly, don’t look worried. It’s just, you said you tried to message me loads of times, but nothing ever seemed right.” He nodded at this, about to speak, but you placed a finger against his lips.

“Tae, you were honest with how you felt about me, so I’m going to be honest now too. I’ve had the biggest crush on you and liked you now for ages. Whenever you came in here with Yoongi and I heard you talking about girls, it made me think I’d never stand a chance with you. And I’ve already told what an amazing person you are, which is what made me like you in the first place, but mostly it’s that you make me feel like I can be completely myself around you and not have to worry about anything. So the fact that you were too scared to say anything because you were worried it wouldn’t be good enough? You could’ve just said ‘hi’ and it would have been more than enough.”

You managed to get everything out while meeting Taehyung’s gaze and it was completely worth it as you watched the happiness bloom in his eyes and his box grin claim his face.

Taking you by surprise he leaned forward and once again claimed your lips with his own, kissing you with so much force and passion that it made you gasp and he easily slipped his tongue inside, his one hand resting on your waist as the other wrapped around your back, holding you as close to him as possible.

The hand in his hair tightened slightly when he’d made you gasp, which in turn made him groan lowly into your mouth, while your other hand ran up and down back tracing unknown patterns. Your legs squeezed him closer to you of their own accord, and at some point his lips left yours, only to trail across your cheek and jaw, down your neck and back up as if looking for something. Clearly they found it when you sucked in a breath through your teeth when they landed on your sweet spot, and he stopped to assault the spot until you knew there would be a mark there tomorrow, kissing it softly when he was done before returning his lips back to yours.

Eventually though the kiss slowed down, back into something gentle and sweet, and Taehyung pecked your lips several times -and your nose once- before leaning back to meet your gaze.

“Hi.”

We’re Free

Wow. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you for the over 1000 notes on You’re Free I have written a little drabble, warning it may make your heart bleed a little.


The war was over. The fighting was over. They had won.

The Night Court was not celebrating, not yet, because half of her heart was missing. Not gone, but missing, unreachable. Just like before. Not even Azriel’s shadows could reach him.

It had happened so quickly, the battle before the final fight had shifted in their favor and the King knew it. Before he admitted defeat he had one more card to play, the King had lunged to grab her, to take her, but instead of her, he stole away Rhys. He had sacrificed himself to save her. Feyre had screamed and in her wrath the battle was over.

The King in his arrogance had made a mistake, one that turned the tide. He had unknowingly unleashed her powers, and such powers she possessed. She would tear the world apart to find him.

The final battle was barely a battle, in her rage, within her desperate need to find him, she unleashed her entire being against those that stood between them. The enemy did not stand a chance, she had misted an entire army. She chuckled as she remembered a time when Rhys thought freezing an army could change a war, she wished he could be here to see her triumph.

Alas, the inner circle, his family had no idea where to find him. It felt like they had searched the entirety of Prythian. They searched every court, Hybern, the continent. Through the bond, she knew they were on borrowed time. She needed to find her mate.

When they had finally found him, her heart broke. She ran to her fallen prince, her death incarnate, her warrior, her friend, her lover, her salvation, her mate.

His beautiful wings had been pierced once again with ash bolts that anchored him to the granite floor. He was only recognizable by the tattoos and hair, his face head been beaten, swollen beyond recognition. Blood slowly dripped from him. His arms had both been broken to the pinky.

With Mor’s help they freed him from the chains and bolts. She held him, the bond coming back to life. She loosened her breath, whispering in his unconscious ear, “You’re free.” A chant that had once calmed her, a chant that brought her back from despair.

She looked at Mor. It had once been her decision to decide the fate of the Hewn City. And Mor understood that time had passed. For what they did to him, she would cleanse this mountain, cleanse their court of the traitors. It was a quicker death then they deserved.

She held him repeating, “It’s over, you’re free,” while healing his broken body.

Her heart sang when she heard him whisper, “No, Feyre darling, we’re free.”

Sleep With Me- Percival Graves

Pairing: Percival Graves/OC

Warnings: Just lots of fluff!

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written any Percival so here’s a drabble for your aching hearts <3


I leaned against the banister, fighting a losing battle. Near my feet, I could feel my cat rubbing his furry face against my shins.

“No, Ollie. I already fed you.” I murmured tiredly, letting my eyes close.

I felt myself sinking, becoming deliciously warm and cozy despite the fact that I was currently using my carpeted staircase as a bed and the wooden banister as a pillow. But it was the fourth night in a row that Percival had been working late. The owl he’d sent around dinner time had crushed me a little, though I knew it wasn’t his fault. This is what I’d taken on by falling in love with the Director of Magical Security and having him fall in love with me back.

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[ChristmasTeen Series] Decorating the Christmas tree with Vernon! (G)

Prompt: Decorating the Christmas tree with Vernon
Word count: 594
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None!

A/N: This story was written partially by me and partially by admin wooed cause i had crappy wifi cries. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it anyway! Next story will be up tomorrow at 12am SGT(UTC+08)!

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S.Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | The8 | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino | OT13

Originally posted by lonexsamurai


20 minutes into Christmas eve, and you and Vernon had gotten out of bed to set up the Christmas tree you bought last weekend.

“If the neighbours come up to complain that we’re being noisy, I’m blaming you for waking me up,” you hissed.

“Hey, you said you couldn’t fall asleep too!”

Vernon rummaged through the store room, finding the box where the christmas tree was in and carrying it out to the living room. You had a penknife ready in your hand and made a cut through the tape.

The two of you hovered over the opened box.

“Do you have any idea how to fix this?” you asked.

“I don’t know, shouldn’t this come with instructions?”

“I guess we could use Google?”

Vernon emptied the contents in the box, and deciding to play by ear, he randomly picked up two pieces to figure out how they were supposed to go together.

“Okay, I got it, so you’re supposed to fix this piece to that one over there.” You gestured to a piece lying at your far left.

Vernon raised his eyebrows. “They don’t look like they will go together.”

“Yes they will, now please help me put them together.”

With much trouble, the two of you managed to assemble the Christmas tree without it coming apart. It was already 2am, and you were getting tired, but Vernon wasn’t, he was determined to finish the decorating before he slept, even though it may mean having to go to bed at 4am in the morning.

You brought out a couple of bags full of various decorations and sorted them out. You started by draping the lights around the tree, asking Vernon to help you reach with the higher section.

“Alright, short stuff,” sighed Vernon. “Here’s the final touch.” He handed you the glistening silver star that would adorn the top of the tree.

“Who’re you calling short stuff?” you demanded as your withering glare swept from the ornament to the top of the tree, easily two heads taller than you.

Turning back to glance at Vernon, you smiled sheepishly. “I’ll take the stool, please.”

Clicking his tongue, he sat the miniature stool under the tree, and you carefully place your weight onto it while holding your boyfriend’s shoulder with your free hand for support.

But an unfortunate misstep had the stool tipping over, sending you yelping in alarm. However, instead of crashing hard on the ground, you find yourself landing safely in a pair of sturdy arms.

Your cries cut off abruptly and you turn to face Vernon’s amused eyes in close proximity. “Look who’s waking the neighbours now?” Your mouth fell open, unsure of what to say, but he chuckles, easily lifting you up to be on the same height as the tree.

You could only manage a silly grin as you place the star atop the tip, hopping off from his arms once you’re done. He ruffled your hair affectionately, reaching towards the switch. “And now, the finale.”

Flipping it on, you were both dazzled by sparkling array of colours, and unknowingly, you found your mesmerized self snuggled within Vernon’s backhug. “This is beautiful,” you murmured, “but something’s still missing…”

He let out a hum of curiousity. “What is?”

“Presents,” you claim gleefully with a tilt of your chin. “It needs presents for it to be perfect.”

He laughs, “Then, it should already be perfect, no?” You felt him tighten his loving embrace around your body while pressing a tender kiss on your temple.

“Because I have the best one right here.”

Originally posted by sneezes

anonymous asked:

i loved your yoonjin awake oneshot and i was wondering if you could make another one with yoonjin as parents and the maknae line as their toddler children, possible scenario is the kids playing with the dogs holly and jjangu and one of them chasing the dogs but end up falling on their bum and the dogs lick their face mercilessly. yoongi probably taking pictures of the moment would be a bonus

Hi lovely anon, a thousand apologies for this taking so long.  Originally I had no idea how to start this, despite the excellence of the prompt (domestic fluff is LIFE), but then it snowed here and the cute fluffy domestic snow day was born.  I hope you like it! <3


Snow Day

“Snow!!!”  Jimin’s excited screech could be heard from down the hallway.  There was a moment of peace and quiet before Taehyung’s voice joined his brother’s and the sound of tiny footsteps could be heard hurtling down the hallway.  Holly lifted her head sleepily before flying off the bed with a surprised yelp as the two boys crashed into the room.

“Wake up! Wake up!”  Jimin was now bouncing on the bed, unaffected by any limbs that might be unfortunate enough to be under his feet.  At the window, Taehyung had thrown back the curtains and was peering outside, his nose pressed to the glass.

“Jimin-ah, baby you’re squashing Dad’s legs.”  Jin sat up, wincing a little and looked at his eldest.

“Sorry…but look! Snow!”  Jimin threw himself onto Jin’s lap, wrapping one arm around his neck and pointing to the window with the other.  Sure enough, snow was falling outside the window, and by the looks of it, had been for some time.  

“Can we go outside?! Please??” Taehyung had turned away from the window, looking up at Jin with wide eyes.

“In just a bit honey, we need to get everyone awake and organized.”  Jin said as Jimin bounced on his lap, wiggling in excitement.

Taehyung crashed into Yoongi’s side of the bed. “Dad! Wake up so we can go play in the snow!” He crawled up onto Yoongi and wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck, pressing a gentle kiss to Yoongi’s hair.

Yoongi reached up to card his fingers through Taehyung’s hair. “I’m awake kiddo, don’t worry.”  He grinned at Jin. “With all the ruckus in here, it’d be hard not to be.”

Jin smiled back and pressed a kiss to Jimin’s forehead before depositing him next to Taehyung and climbing out of bed. "I’m going to go get Jungkookie up, I’m surprised he’s not fussing.”  Walking down the hall, he went into Jungkook’s room. The two-year-old was sitting in his bed, hair rumpled and a sleepy frown on his face.  Jin picked him up and twirled him around.

“Morning angel, did Jiminie and Tae Tae wake you up?”  Jungkook nodded into Jin’s shoulder.  "They’re pretty loud aren’t they? They woke me and Dad up too!  Jumping all over us" Jin tickled Jungkook and he giggled. “It snowed and we’re gonna go outside and play, what do you think of that?”

”‘No?“ Jungkook

Jin carried him to the window and the two of them looked outside. "See? Look at all that snow! We’re gonna play outside, but first I need to get you and your brothers all dressed.”  

After about half an hour of excited yelling and struggling into layers and layers of snow clothes, the kids were ready to go outside. Taehyung and Jimin dashed out into the snow screeching, Holly hot on their heels. Jungkook was more cautious, swaying in the doorway, looking out onto the snow-covered yard.  Crouching beside him, Jin picked up a handful of snow and presented it to Jungkook for examination.

“See Jungkookie? Snow.”  Jin pressed it into a ball and tossed it across the yard.  “You can make snowballs and throw them at Jimin and Tae!”  Jungkook looked up at Jin with wide eyes before bending down to squash his own lumpy ball of snow together.  “Good job, that looks so good!”  Grinning, Jungkook smashed the snowball into Jin’s face, turning any further praise into a squawk of surprise.  

The click of a shutter was discernable under Jin’s sputtering and Jungkook’s delighted giggles, and Jin turned to see his husband standing in the kitchen, camera in hand.  “Is my distress so amusing to you?”  Jin wiped snow off his cheek, pouting up at Yoongi.  

His husband grinned, “I’m lovingly invested in every aspect of your life, and it’s my duty to document it.  Especially the embarrassing bits.”  Jin tossed a handful of snow at him and Yoongi twirled the camera away, still laughing.  

Turning around, Jin saw that Jungkook had ventured out into the backyard to where Jimin and Taehyung were screeching and pelting each other with snowballs, Holly barking and biting at the flying snow.  

“Boys!  Watch out for Jungkook, I don’t want him getting hurt!”  Jin called out into the yard as he pulled on his boots.  He turned to Yoongi.  “You coming out too?”  

“I think I’ll just observe the chaos from here.  Someone has to have hot chocolate ready when you all come inside.  Besides, the camera isn’t snow proof.”  Yoongi grinned and Jin shrugged, stepping out into the yard.  Jungkook had reached his older brothers, and the three of them were huddled together giggling.  

“I’m going to idealistically hope that they’re planning to build a snowman, and aren’t plotting my demise.”  Jin started trekking across the snow-covered yard, Yoongi’s laughter following him.  As he got closer to the kids, he could see them shuffling around, hands behind their backs.  “Hey guys, having fun out here?”  They nodded, grins angelic.  

The attack was sudden, but not unexpected, snow flying at Jin’s chest and knees.  Spluttering, he fell back clutching his chest dramatically.  “I’ve been viciously attacked!  Yoongi help, they’re killing me!”  Taehyung jumped onto his chest, punching the air from his lungs, and gleefully smashed snow in his face.  Jungkook and Jimin shrieked in triumph.  Yoongi was laughing from the doorway, presumably taking photos they’d all laugh at later.  

Spitting snow out of his mouth, Jin wiped his hand across his face and blinked snow out of his eyes.  Reaching up, he grabbed Taehyung and tickled him.  Not wanting to be left out, Jimin and Jungkook flung themselves on his shoulders laughing and screaming.  The sounds echoed across the yard and Jin, snow starting to melt down the inside of his clothes, being squashed by his kids and Holly, that he was perfectly happy.