its actually really hard to finish

anonymous asked:

So Peggy starts the best bar fights? Elaborate, please.

oh man, those were the good old days. 

the howlies got in a lot of bar fights. you might think that the last thing a bunch of soldiers would want to do with their free time is fight people, but actually bar fights were a great stress relief. nobody really got seriously injured, and we tried to keep property damage to a minimum.  (and we also almost never started bar fights, for the record. most of the time it was guys from another unit who wanted to prove how badass they were by taking on the infamous howling commandos.) so bar fights themselves weren’t that unusual.

but peggy’s bar fights…oh, they were glorious. 

see, peggy never got in a fight for no reason; she was smarter than that. but when she did fight, it was truly beautiful. ive never seen a better right cross, before or since.

so one time we were on leave, sipping drinks in this english pub. the howlies were at the back table, enjoying a couple pitchers, while peggy was up at the bar, chatting with the barmaid. many of the bars and pubs back then had female bartenders–filling the gaps with the men off at war. and generally barmaids (which was what a female bartender was called back then) were the sort of girl pegs got along with–sensible, dependable, and not willing to take shit from any man. so she often enjoyed commiserating with the barmaids while we drank. she used to say she had to be free of us ‘charming gentlemen’ before she wound up blowing things up as erratically as we did. which was hurtful. our explosions were very intentional.
mostly.

so peggy got to chat about the best ways to hurl drunken idiots out doors and we got to ply steve with alcohol to see how much booze it would take to make him drunk. (tragically, we never found out.)

on this particular occasion, peggy was sitting at the bar when this mountain of a man came in. and i mean huge. thor-sized. like the hulk’s pinker younger brother. and with him came a dozen or so of his closest friends, all locals. (they may also have been poorly disguised orcs. im not sure, but i wouldn’t discount it as a possibility after seeing all the nonsense ive seen) the group of them made their way up to the bar, wedged their way in, and started harassing the barmaid. 

now, i don’t know what they said. peggy refused to repeat it. all i know is that one of the larger idiots said something stupid, laughed, and reached out to grope the barmaid. his hand made it about six inches from her chest when peggy’s fist broke his nose. he hit the floor like a tree falling, and the bar went quiet for a split second before one exceptionally suicidal idiot lunged at peggy.

everything went crazy. there were a good few dozen of us 107th guys in the bar, and all of us knew and adored pegs, so when the mountain-men went after her, every fine man of the 107th went after them. but it turned out that the locals defended their own, and we were pretty evenly matched for numbers. within seconds, everyone was throwing punches. bottles were thrown. dernier used a tablecloth to blind a man and threw him out a window. dumdum used one guy’s fists to hit another guy. i hurled bottlecaps at people’s eyeballs, because it’s fun.(im a sniper. we like distance) steve tried to wade through the chaos to get to peggy, but people kept punching him and then clutching their hands in agony, so he got kind of bogged down. 

at the bar, peggy was demonstrating exactly why she was the 107th’s darling–because she could put a grown man twice her size on the ground in two seconds flat. she knocked out six men; seven more promptly fell in love with her. 

as the chaos began to wind down, most of the locals had either been beaten down or fled, and only the mini-hulk and a couple others were left, brawling like berserkers. we were just about ready to turn steve loose on them when the barmaid handed peggy a stool. peggy took it, walked up behind where most of us howlies were still duking it out, and broke the stool over the big guy’s head. 

he went down hard. the rest of them surrendered out of terror. 

(and, possibly, they had also fallen prey to abruptly-in-love-with-peggy-carter syndrome. but really, who wasn’t?)

lasting love ✧ jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

SUMMARY: 2453 words, prince!jungkook au, fluff, angst, implied smut

REQUEST: prince jungkook au? One where he’s in a secret relationship with his maid and one day they get caught in bed so his parents get super mad at him and they try to torture her behind his back but he ends up fighting with his parents and running away with her? @kspazzing

WARNING: distressing scenes ahead. do not proceed if you feel that you will be triggered or made uncomfortable. jungkook x female reader.

Your hands fiddle with the lock on your door, quickly opening it to reveal a tall, familiar (and, need you say, a very handsome) figure in front of you. 

“Jungkook?”

His grin lights up your bedroom almost immediately, and you feel your chest swell. “Your Highness…” you say quietly, quickly inviting him inside before checking down the hallway and then shutting your door behind him.

“Still calling me that?” he asks you. “I thought we had discussed that already, dear. No need to be calling me by such formalities.”

You nod in understanding, but protest, “a servant shouldn’t be on such terms with a prince. I know we’ve discussed that already, haven’t we, Sir?”

He raises his brows in a teasing manner, eyes twinkling with mischief. “All you have to do is call me such a thing once more and I might just leave.”

That would be the very last thing you would want – for him to leave you alone again, when it could very well be a number of months until you two would be able to meet again. 

“That’s what I thought,” he snickers cockily.

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I got up planning to draw a lot today & by this time, 11:33pm in this time zone, this was all I could make happen.

anonymous asked:

do you have any klance fic recs?

h*ck yeah i do 

i’m gonna keep this short since most of these are a bit long, but feel free to send me an ask if anyone wants more!


Don’t Forget to Remember Me by CamelotQueen

Words:  4107   One-Shot   Rated: Gen
Summary: Over a decade after the team was launched into space, Keith is back on earth struggling with dissociative amnesia. Luckily he’s not fighting it alone, and his husband is there for him. 
Lots of angst but it’s comforting. 
Review: This will rip your heart out and then tuck it under a warm blanket. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve reread this. 11/10, will probably read again tonight

I’ll Never Leave You Alone by CamelotQueen

Words: 17300   Chapters: 7/7   Rated: Gen
Summary: Second part of Don’t Remember to Forget Me but with a lot more days and a lot more characters. Over a decade after the team was launched into space, Keith is back on earth struggling with dissociative amnesia. Luckily he’s not fighting it alone, he’s got his husband, his husband’s family, as well as the rest of his team there to help. Lots more angst.
Review: I don’t tend to cry to fics, but I cried to this one. The emotions are so tangible, so real, that you can’t help but feel them as your own. The author did a beautiful job with this. Goals. 12/10, a good, well-needed cry.

you had me at merlot by ryomakun

Words: 17333   Chapters: 2/2   Rated: Teen
Summary: Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture) 
Review: The amount of fluff and pining in this… It’s too much to handle. I was red as hell, but it’s so cute and so sweet, and they both care about and want to be with each other so much. If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend. 10/10, I rec this to everyone

you never stood a chance by kagshina / @spacehance

Words:  12221   One-Shot   Rated: Teen
Summary:
 Lance accidentally sends a shirtless gym selfie to Keith, a guy he barely even talks to, saying “bet you wanna lick these nips”. Nothing was supposed to come out of it… until Keith keeps messaging him back.
Review: This fic is honestly so cute. It has barista!Lance, dancer!Keith, and the two pining so hard they can’t even see straight  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
But in all seriousness, this is really well written, and I also recommend this fic to just about everyone! 10/10, am currently reading again

Spilling Like An Overflowing Sink by PastelClark / @pastel-clark

Words: 32379   Chapters: 7/?   Rated: Teen
Summary:
 Lance Alexander Rafael McClain is born in the middle of a summer storm, thunder cracking and rain slamming onto the roof of an old ramshackle house that had seen more than its fair share of children. The miracle baby, that’s what the family had called Lance. In which family is always complicated, Lance’s life hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows, and he and Keith are really emotionally constipated for each other.
Review: It’s okay, I love death and dying. This fic hits and hits hard. It’s got a lot of warnings, so make sure you read the first authors note before actually reading it, but if you do, it’s so worth it. The prose is beautiful, the emotions are so real.  I just,,, love crying. 11/10 still haven’t finished, but will today.

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knight-commander puppy eyes

(sort of a companion piece to this)

Not for you (PT2)

Originally posted by syubprince

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

Authors note: So I am finishing this off as a fluff story because most requests for part 2 wanted this as fluff and tbh I really wouldn’t know how to write a smut for a prince au right now. Its too hard huhu but maybe one day, as a drabble, not sure. Also, I might be adding a little side line story for Prince Jimin here, what do you think? Anyway, I hope you guys liked it! Feedback will make me really happy. Like srsly, talk to meeee :”)


PT1




“So think about it, when you actually verify all the forces of nature, I really do believe that the chicken came before the egg.”

You force out a wide smile, nodding your head almost too ecstatically at the prince you had just met a few hours ago, Kim Namjoon. You blink a few times, just realizing that he had finally stopped talking after almost 45 minutes of explaining random scientific theories to you that had you zoning out every 10 seconds. 

“Well.” You clap your hands, loud enough to have the tall prince jump in shock “You really know alot of things huh, Prince Namjoon?" 

The tall boy lets out a shy smile, his dimples immediately popping out of his cheeks as he rubs the back of his head. "Thank you, I could tell you more-" 

"Noona!”

 A random arm reaches out for you and you all but gasp when Jungkook places both his hands on your shoulders, a wide eyed look on his face reflecting horror. 

 "The tea is running out! The queen is panicking, we need your help.“ Jungkook then turns to Namjoon 

"The country needs their princess." 

 "Um, cause we’re out of tea?” Namjoon bobs his head to the side but Jungkook simply nods his head so convincingly that the taller boy decides to excuse himself before giving you both a short bow. 

Once out of earshot, Jungkook’s features shift into a enjoyed look as he claps his hands. 

“You’re welcome.” He beams.

“For what?“ You frown, watching as your cousin eyed the garden silently. 

"For saving you from Mr. Snooze fest over there. Jesus, all the other guys were drinking together last night and he just wouldn’t fucking stop talking about the big bang theory and how it was just a myth." 

You bite back a smile as you link your arms with Jungkook, casually making your way around the garden where brunch was set for everyone in the castle, courtesy of your mother. 

"You’re terrible, you know that?” You hum, smiling and waving at certain people who greet you. 

 "You still love me though princess.“

"I’m forced by blood.”

“So.” Jungkook beams as he turns to you, eyes twinkling “Which one of the princes are you fondling some time soon?”

“Wh-What?” You choke on your own spit and Jungkook has to stand in front of you as he laughs, trying to block you off from the eyes of the other guests, protecting the image of the castle’s precious gem.

“Oh come on , Noona.” He rolls his eyes “This get together is basically your Mom’s blind date for you. You know how the Queen wants you off with some noble prince and shit." 

"Well I dont like any of the princes.” You snap, annoyed that everyone was thinking of marrying you off with some random prince from who knows where. Did anyone even bother asking you how you felt about all this?

 "So you do like that Duke kid.“ Jungkook hums and your eyes immediately widen as you snap your head up to look at him. 

 "What did you say?" 

"Hmmm?” Jungkook mutters unconsciously as his eyes follow one of the visiting castle’s duchess who was smiling fondly at him. 

 "Jeon Jungkook!“ You hiss and he turns to you with a sheepish smile before he’s shrugging. 

"The other prince’s were talking last night. Saying that you were too nice to that Duke Taehyung. Found it weird that you were hanging around him too much.”

“And why would they bloody care?” You bark back, eyes now scanning the garden for the numerous princes you were going to be glaring at for the rest of the day. 

“Jealous, probably.” He shrugs. He watches you knowingly, eyes reflecting adoration for his older cousin. You had spent your younger years constantly protecting Jungkook from those who bullied him but now that he was taller than you, the young boy decided it was his time to protect you.  

“Well they can go fuck their selves in the as-”

“Language Y/n!” You cringe at the sound of your mothers voice before you turn around and give her a bright smile, acting as if nothing had happened. 
“Hi mom.“ 

She clicks her tongue at you before taking your face in her hands, examining you for any imperfection. You frown at her while Jungkook snickers at you teasingly.

"These boys are doing their best to win your favor, Y/N. You shouldn’t speak so ill of them when one of them could be-”

You were already rolling your eyes even before she could finish her sentence. 

You step away from her grasp, a sudden jolt of anger bubbling inside of you “Mother, could we please drop this?" 

"This is how me and your father had met, would you please at least consider-”

“Mom, you and dad are the exception! That doesn’t mean all princess’ and all princes are gonna find true love the way you had. What if my true love turns out to be the rusty old man up the southern hills? Yet I can’t end up with him cause you’re so focused on having me married off to some prince. Can we just please not talk about this!”

You take in a breath as you stare at your mother who was blinking at you, shocked that you had gotten so riled up. 

“Y/n” She opens her mouth, hoping to say something but its suddenly cut off when the head maiden taps the Queen’s shoulder, whispering something that has your mother widening her eyes before she’s holding up her dress in her hands and marching away. 

 You blow out a breath as you drop your head, suddenly feeling tired, watching your mother disappear into the castle doors. 

“Dont be so hard on yourself.” Jungkook offers you a soft smile, arms wrapping around your shoulders for support “She just wants whats best for you." 

You give him a short nod before your snapping your head up to the sound of a loud cackle that sounded all too familiar. As if by destiny, your eyes immediately find Taehyung who was seated by a round table, a wide smile on his face as he chatters animatedly with the girl beside him. She throws her curly brown hair back, hands covering her mouth as she giggles at the joke the young duke must have said. The rest of the women around the table smiled widely at him, amused by the antics of the young duke who was too busy laughing at his own joke. Your hands ball unconsciously by your sides as you feel your chest constrict in sudden anger. You hadn’t even noticed that you were walking towards their table only until you found Jimin looking up at you curiously from Taehyung’s side, the young duke on the other hand was too busy talking to even notice you were there at all. 

"Princess? To what do we owe the honor?” Jimin hums, gracefully rising from his seat. The mention of your name has Taehyung stopping mid sentence and snapping his head to look up at you. You force yourself not to turn to him, to not even acknowledge his presence as you smile down at Jimin. 

“Care to walk with me?” You ask  and you do not comment on the way his eyes widen before he spares a glance at the boy beside him. Taehyung’s fists unconsciously clench by his sides as he watches you take your lips between your lips as you await the young prince’s answer. 

“Me?” Jimin mutters confused but slowly rises to his feet either way. 

“Yes, you.” You nod, finally gaining the courage to turn to Taehyung whose jaw was now locked as he kept his eyes trained on you, his expression completely unreadable. 

You force down the shudder that threatened to rake through you as you turn on your heels, waiting for Jimin to stand beside you. Once he was up on his feet and by your side, you link your arm through his and start walking. 

“So, is this to get him jealous?” Jimin finally asks once you were a good few feet away, out of Taehyung’s earshot.

“What?” You feign innocence, eyes glancing around in nervousness, suddenly regretting your decision of inviting the prince for a walk.

“Cause Tae’s a pretty jealous guy, especially when it comes to things he really wants.”

“I have no idea what you’re going on about.” You glare at him but Jimin’s bright chuckle disintegrates any form of anger you had felt at all. It was as if his laugh alone could open up the heavens and clear the skies. 

“Your secret is safe with me, princess. I know you like my cousin.” He shrugs “And he likes you too, he’s just too scared.”

“Of what?” The question is out of your mouth before you can even stop yourself, curiosity getting the better of you. Jimin eyes you joyfully, wanting to tease you for being so blunt about your feelings towards his cousin. Yet when the young prince notices the flash of worry that had crossed your face, he decided this was no time for jokes.

“The status quo.” Jimin mumbles “He doesn’t look like it, but Taehyung’s probably the most honorable man I’ve ever met. And since people expect princes and princess’ to end up together, he’s scared of even liking you at all.”

“What a joke.” You growl, hiding the slight crack of your heart after discovering Taehyung’s train of thought.

 "I honestly can’t believe everyone’s is still thinking this way!“

"I know.” Jimin nods “Everyone kind of wants to make our choices for us.”

You are quiet for a few seconds, just realizing that Jimin was going through the same situation you were. He was being set up to be partnered to a princess he wasn’t even sure he even liked. Jimin was expected to marry a princess. Jimin’s own choices were being taken away by the status quo too.  

 "This is ridiculous!“ You hiss, suddenly feeling angry for the young prince beside you. 

"Very.” Jimin nods, suddenly stopping when you had reached the farthest corner of the garden “"I’m sorry to say this, but I believe I’ll have to be leaving you now, princess.“ 

 "What?” You frown, shocked by the sudden turn of your conversation “You wont be walking with me back there?" 

"No” Jimin smiles, gently angling his head the side “Cause my cousin’s just about ready to choke me while hiding behind one of those trees right now.” .

You don’t follow his gaze but you believe him, suddenly feeling the presence of someone else watching you. Taehyung had followed the both of you all the way here just to spy on you?

“You two behave.” Jimin chuckles as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, taking a step backwards.

“Jimin?” You call out to him, your voice lowering “You said he gets jealous easily?”

“Very easily, why?” Jimin bobs his head to the side as a wide grin spreads across your face. 

“Good” You mutter before you step forward and press a chaste kiss against his cheek. Jimin’s eyes widen for a few seconds before he’s biting back a laugh and shaking his head, realizing what you were doing. 

“You two are going to be perfect for each other.” Jimin mutters before he’s stepping back and walking away from you. You play with your fingers quietly, watching the blonde prince disappear behind line of trees before the sound of a tree branch snapping has you jumping in shock. 

You turn back and find Taehyung sitting cross legged on the bench, hands lying flat behind him as he leans back and bobs his head to the side, eyes digging into you dangerously. 

“So, I see you’ve found your prince?” The venom in his voice causes the hair on your arms to stand as you wrap your arms around yourself and feign innocence. 

“Just like how you’ve found your duchess? She’s beautiful by the way, owns a lot of lands up north, I heard.”

“Dumb as a rock though.” He mutters before he’s pushing himself up on his feet. 

“Isn’t that the trend now a days?” You shrug. 

“Jimin snores.” Taehyung suddenly announces “And he never shares his fries, not even if you ask nicely. He also wears heel inserts! He’s not a fan of sweets and he sleeps during movies!” He’s waving his hands in the air, a sudden wave of emotion taking over him as his lips pout out almost childlike as he watches your reaction. 

"My my.” You smile, suddenly amused “Is our duke speaking ill of our prince?" 

"I dont fucking care.” He growls. 

“Jimin seems nice though.” You say as you step forward, watching the vein’s on Taehyung’s neck tighten as he forces his anger down. 

“He is nice but he- he cant” He sighs “He’s not-" 

You step even closer to him, head bobbing to the side as you urge him to finish his sentence. You slowly stand on your tip toes and Taehyung’s eyes look at you from left to right as you place your hands on his chest and press a chaste kiss against his lips. Before the duke could lean down and press against the kiss deeper, you pull away and smile up at him. 

"He’s not you?" 

Fuck“ He breaths out, eyes shutting as his arms wrap around you protectively, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough "Please dont say that." 

"Why not?” You hum, wrapping your arms around his neck, your adoration for the beautiful boy vibrating off of you.. 

I might like it.” He answers, voice straining, eyes opening and staring deeply into your own brown orbs.

“Good.” You smile, your worries earlier when talking to Jimin washing away. Maybe all Taehyung needed was a little shove to finally give up his stand on honor. Maybe all you needed to do was be the aggressive one. Maybe you were all Taehyung really needed to push down his doubts of being with you. 

But suddenly Taehyung is pushing you back as he shakes his head. "No, no. We can’t do this. Who am I kidding , Y/N? You’re a princess!“ 

The comments shocks you, your mouth snapping open as you glare at him, suddenly feeling as though you’ve been slapped.
"What does that have to do with anything?”

“EVERYTHING! I’m a duke, Y/N. Just a duke. You’re a princess, this castle’s princess! One day you’re going to be queen! You’re supposed to-" 

"Dont you fucking say it.” You warn him, command lacing your voice. 

Taehyung shuts his mouth obediently and you have to fight back the urge to rip your hair out of your head as you glare at him. You felt sick. You’re head was spinning as your chest tightened painfully while your hands shook in anger.

“You’re meant to be with someone like Jimin. Someone with that title.” He mutters after a beat and you end up scoffing in disgust. 

“You know whats funny? My entire life, people had always treated me different. Always acted like I was hard to reach or wasn’t even worth being treated anything less than my status.” You pause for a bit, eyes searching his “Then I met you and I actually felt human for a bit. Felt a little bit normal for once. I thought you actually saw the person in me.”

“Of course I do.” Taehyung mutters “But at the end of the day Y/N, you’re still a princess and I’m just.. me." 

"That just means I’m nothing more than my status to you.” You smile at him sadly. You take a step back and Taehyung watches you, eyes  widening as he steps forward, a sudden wave of fear taking over him. He had felt your walls building, felt you shutting off your emotions, felt you pulling away from him.

What had he done?

“I’ll be taking my leave now.” You force out, almost feeling your voice crack in frustration. 

“Wait- Y/N. No, dont. I dont know what to do. What should I do?” Taehyung mutters, eyes searching yours, his hands clenching by his sides. 

“Good day, Duke Kim.” You mutter, finally turning away from him and marching back towards the crowd. You drone out the loud chatter as you weave pass people, even excusing yourself from the few princes who tried talking to you. You make your way inside the castle, pushing your heels off of your feet as you take the stairs up two at a time. The maids watch you all but run on your way down the hall and into the safety of your own room. Once the door had shut and you were sure you were alone, you let out the breath you had been holding since walking away from Taehyung. Your eyes then squeeze shut, the corners dripping with tears of frustration. You furiously wipe your cheeks with the back of your hands, you chest constricting as his words replay in your mind. You slide down against the door, your knees curling against your chest as you force the tears away. 

You are not your status. .

You are not a princess.

You are you. 




The next 5 days pass painfully slow for Taehyung. The young duke had spent his days locked in his own quarters or out at the shooting range, doing his best to stay busy and out of the castle halls. He then spent his nights at some tavern, trying to drown out every thought that had threatened to consume him if he was left alone to ponder. On the third day, a sudden mention of your name had slipped out of one of the prince’s mouths making Taehyung realize that he couldn’t stay here any longer.It was getting far too painful for him. So the young duke decided: It was time for him to go home.

 "Tae, come on. Do you really have to do this?“ Jimin sighs as he watches his cousin pull out his trench coat and slip it on.

"Of course I do.” Taehyung forces out a smile, pretending to be unfazed “I’ve got lands to tend to, Jimin. This was fun and all but this was for you, not for me." 

Bullshit. Jimin had wanted to say, wanting nothing more than to call out his cousin for his bluff. But the prince thought better of it as he kept his tongue between his lips and nodded. 

"Then at least stay for the commentary? The royal family is speaking today and even the princess will be-" 

"You’ll keep me updated.” Taehyung smiles, cutting the conversation as he grabs his bag and starts making his way towards the door. 

“Are you taking the train?” Jimin asks, running his hands through his hair in frustration as he tries catching up to the large strides of his cousin. 

“Yeah, it’s leaving in 2 hours.” Taehyung nods looking down the hall and smiling at the servants who were bidding him farewell. 

“Ah, the announcements will be beginning by then.” Jimin nods. 

Taehyung was about to open his mouth and answer when a shade of scarlet suddenly has him stopping on his tracks and shutting his mouth, his heart slamming against his chest. 

You had stepped down the hall, looking down at the notebook which one of your maidens had held, reminding you about certain topics to address later. Just as the first time he had met you, you had looked completely breath taking. Taehyung couldn’t even find a word to describe you in your gorgeous knee length dress, the color reflecting the redness of a freshly picked apple. Your hair was down today, flowing softly down your shoulders while a light shade of red blessed your lips. 

His princess was as gorgeous as ever. 

 As if feeling his gaze, you snap your head up, eyes immediately locking with Taehyung’s. The young duke had stayed rooted to the ground, making no signs of moving as his eyes just took you in. His bag was casually slung over his back, his trench coat swaying with the slight blow of the wind. You clear your throat before telling your maiden to wait. You slowly approach the two boys, your knees shaking and your heart doing 8-0-8′s in your chest but your expression had remained calm and cool. Jimin glances back and forth between you two, the tension thick in the air. 

“Leaving so soon, dear duke?” You ask, your throat tightening at the effort to sound indifferent. 

“Sadly yes, I’ve got duties to fulfill at home.” Taehyung nods, not revealing any form of emotion. 

“I’m sure you do, you’re quite the honorable man.” You smile, yet the venom in your voice was so clear that Jimin had to press his lips together, hiding back a wince. 

Taehyung purses his lips before giving you a slight nod, holding back the need to wrap his arms around you and claim you as his.
“I wish you good luck during your announcements." 

"You’re not staying till then?” Your eyes had widen unconsciously and Taehyung had to frown at your reaction. Why were you so surprised? 

“Sadly no, my train is leaving in 2 hours.” Taehyung mumbles, fingers drumming against his thigh nervously. 

“Oh.” You nod, forcing down the disappointment as you meet his gaze 

“Well, I hope you take care,” A long pause fills the air as you study his features quietly for the last time. This was going to be the last time you saw the young duke. 

“Taehyung.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen at the mention of his name but you were already turning to look back at your maiden to even notice his reaction. You walk pass the two boys and Taehyung’s eyes follow you, his heart crying out inside his chest as his lips tremble at the effort to contain himself. 

Y/N?




You tap your foot lightly against the floor, your heels clicking against the wooden layer. Your mother has to place her hands on your lap to stop your movements, her grip tightening as a simple warning. You give her a sheepish smile before turning to look back at your father who was just finishing his own speech. 

“Nervous?” You mother whispers, noticing the clenching and unclenching of your fists. 

“No.” You shake your head. To be honest, you really weren’t nervous about the speech at all. In fact you would have rather spent your time practicing archery than being here. No, you weren’t nervous. 

You were disappointed.

Disappointed that Taehyung had chosen to leave today. Disappointed that he couldn’t even stay for a few more hours and hear your speech. Disappointed that he looked fine. Disappointed that maybe you were the only one with the attraction to begin with. Disappointed that after all this time, you still craved the young duke above anyone else.

“Darling, it’s your turn.” Your mother cuts your train of thought and you snap your head up, greeted by the waiting crowd. 

“Oh.” You mumble before your up on your feet and making your way to the podium. You smile at the crowd, greeting them courteously before starting. You begin by talking about the basic issues: road repairs planned for the month, your trip to the neighboring Kingdom next month, your fathers decision to stop the trade with the east kingdom. They all listen attentively, nodding their head in understanding at the simple facts that you were stating. 

You give them all one glance before you’re clearing your throat, warning them of the sudden topic change. 

“Alright!" You smile before setting your notebook down "Now, to address the elephant in the room." 

Your eyes find Jimin’s against the crowd and he gives you a supportive smile. You turn to the empty seat beside him and push down the feeling of sadness that claws against your chest. You shake the feeling away before you let out a steadying breath and smile.

"As you all know, my mother had somehow set this little get together of the kingdoms in hopes to find me a partner.” You hum and turn to your mother teasingly while she just rolls her eyes at you. The crowd chuckles lovingly at you both and you turn back to look at them with bright eyes. 

“As a princess, I know it is expected of me to fall for someone of the same stature. Everyone in the room is probably expecting me to marry some prince to keep the perfect blood line” You notice the princes adjust their coats as they sat higher in their seats, waiting for you to finish.

“But something my dad told me a few years ago really has me thinking twice about all these expectations of me." 

Your father bites back a smile as he turns to your mother who was now arching an eyebrow in question. 

"My dad told me, that the most important thing in the world is for one to be happy. He even explained that love can make someone so happy that it blinds you. So I asked him if my mom was his happiness, he said: ‘Yes, because I love her. But daring I love you too, so that makes you another one of my happiness. How lucky am I?’

“I adored that, I adored their love, I adored their happiness, I adore them." You smile, playing with your fingers as you forced yourself not to look back at your mother. 

"Dad was a prince and Mom was a princess. They were a fairy tale that came true and to this day, they remain completely and utterly perfect for each other. So a few years ago, I asked my dad when I would find my prince, and this line is really what stuck to me: 

'darling, I don’t want you to find a prince. I want you to find a person. Someone who makes you happy, someone who brings out sides of you that you never knew you had, someone who lives their lives everyday just so they can love you. Someone to be your person. 

Thats what I want you to find
.’”


You scan the crowd and see the princes gawking at you, amazed that their own hidden feelings were being spoken out loud. They were people of stature who were also stripped of their choices because of the way of thinking of the masses. 

"That means that that someone could be anyone. It could be a prince, a duke, an old fruit trader, the farmer up the hill, or even the little fisherman’s son by the lake.” You shrug your shoulders “So, my dear princes, I’ve gotten to know all of you these past days and all of you are wonderful. Any woman would be lucky to have you but that woman wont be… 

it won’t be me." 

"Have you found someone who makes you happy?” Comes the loud question of Prince Jin, his eyes smiling as he stares at you knowingly. You press your lips together before bobbing your head to the side. 

“I might’ve.” You mumble more to yourself than to the crowd "Or I thought I did.“ 

You shake your head before smiling, once again pushing down the sadness "So I hope you don’t take this with an ill heart, my dear princes. I just want all of us to find what truly makes us-" 

A pair of eyes suddenly capture your attention as the words die down on your lips. You had stood frozen, the sound of your heart slamming against your chest being only sound you could hear in the room of more than a hundred people. The curve of his lips has you widening your eyes as you watch him cross his arms and lean against the wall for support. 

 ”Finish“ You read his lips and are suddenly pulled out of your frozen state, looking back down at your notebook and trying to remember what you were supposed to say. As if sensing your distress, your father had come up behind you, placing his arms on your shoulder and smiling to the crowd. 

"What truly makes all of you happy.” He finishes for you and the loud claps that filled the room makes you jump in shock, not expecting such a reaction. Your father chuckles at you before placing a soft kiss against your temple.

“Your little duke is here?” He whispers and you turn to him with wide questioning eyes. 

“I know everything, darling.” He chuckles “It is my kingdom." 

"Daddy!” You growl at him but he just winks at you before he’s clapping his hands, asking the crowd to settle down. 

“Alright, so now that the announcements are over, I’d like to invite all of you to the dinning hall where dinner is being served!” Your father smiles then turns to you, eyes filled with nothing but affection. 

“Stay and talk some sense into him. I heard he’s too honorable that one.” He chuckles. 

“You have no idea.” You roll your eyes before you grasp his hand, thanking him. The crowd waits for the king and queen to exit the room before they’re all following them out, flocking out the large wooden doors. You turn to look back at where Taehyung had stood, watching as he kept his eyes solely on you while rows of people pass him. You could feel your throat drying, your heart beating wildly against your rib cage as your palms had started sweating.

A princess’ palms should never sweat.

Once the last person was out the door, you decide to feign ignorance by pretending to fix your notes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he had shook you. Your heart patters in rythm with his steps against wooden floor as he slowly moves forward. 

“Are you not going to acknowledge my presence?“ You hear his voice and the butterflies that flutter in your stomach has you shutting your eyes. It was so good to hear his voice again, to assure you that you weren’t hallucinating and that he really was here in front of you. That he really had stayed. 

"Why should I? When does the princess have to address the duke?” You arch an eyebrow, testing him.

“Oh, but I’m not a duke.” He shakes his head, stepping closer to the podium, eyes twinkling as he looked up at you. 

“And what would you be then?” You bob your head to the side, suddenly breathless at the intensity of his gaze. 

“A prince, a duke, an old fruit trader, the farmer up the hill or even the little fisherman’s son by the lake.” He smiles “A person." 

You had not intended to show him any level of your happiness but you couldn’t stop the smile that had spread on your face as your heart screamed for his name. 

"Really now? I thought, you were a duke and I was a princess?”

“Fuck the system. Fuck the rules. Fuck being honorable.” Taehyung curses and you let out a chuckle, covering your mouth with your fingers. Taehyung growls at the fact that you had covered your face but the sight of your rosy cheeks was enough to calm him. 

Y/N,  Let me be your person.”

Your world had stopped spinning. Your vision had blurred and your heart was too forgone as you nod your head and drop your hands from your face.  
“Then stop being so damn honorable and get up here." 

Taehyung shakes his head, his nose scrunching up as he bit back a smile "But I like looking up at you, you have no idea how bloody beautiful you look right now.”

You bite the inside of your cheeks before rolling your eyes, your ears heating up at the compliment.
 "Kim Taehyung I will order the guards to be off with your head if you dont get up here and kiss me." 

The laugh that escapes his lips are music to your ears. You let out a smile as you watch Taehyung climb on the stage, not wasting any time as his arms suddenly reaches out for you. You meet him half way, letting him pull you towards him as you snake your arms around his neck. Taehyung gazes at your face for a few seconds, his eyes unbelieving at the fact that he had come to adore you so much in such a short span of time. 

You were going to ask him what was wrong but the young duke suddenly takes your lips against his own and you swore you could see sparks flying behind your eyelids. Taehyung’s kisses was your own absolute downfall. 

The contented sigh that leaves Taehyung’s lips causes you to smile against his lips. Taehyung would never admit out loud  just how long he had been wanting to kiss you again. His nights were filled of dreams of kissing you or at least holding you in his arms once again. His days were filled with the thought of you, from the way you smile all the way to how your toes would curl when you laughed. 

You were Taehyung’s one and only thought. 

He threads his hands through your hair, angling his head to the side and deepening the kiss. You playfully nibble on his lower lip and the guttural sound that escapes his throat has you digging your nails against the back of his neck. Taehyung opens his mouth and you immediately explore it with your tongue, only to have his own tongue flick against yours. His hands travel from your hair down to your waist, gripping you tighter as you ran your hands from his neck down to his collarbones then down his chest. Taehyung hadn’t mean to but his hands found their way against your behind, squeezing for dear life as he swallows back a moan that threatened to leave his lips. You gasp at the action, pulling away from him but placing your forehead against his, the seductive smile on your face just enough to drive any man mad.

"Not so noble now are we?” You smile and Taehyung lets out a low chuckle before pecking your lips and squeezing your ass once more. 

“Not today, princess.” You bite your lower lip in completely adoration, knowing that Taehyung had not called you by your ranking but instead used the term as a pet name. You were just about to place another kiss against his lips when someone clearing their throat causes you to snap your head back, ready to scream out a command to throw him into the castle cells for disturbing you. 

“I’d like you to get your hands off of my daughters-” The king doesnt finish his sentence, shaking his head as his eyes glares lasers on where Taehyung’s hands had laid. The young duke immediately lifts his hands in the air, as if surrendering to the enemy as his eyes double their usual size, fear coursing through him.

He steps away from you causing you to click your tongue and cross your arms over your chest, the spoiled princess in you coming out. 

“Daddy, I swear!" 

"Time for dinner.” The King clicks his tongue sparing one glance at Taehyung then turning to look back at you “Now would the spoiled princess and her handsy duke hurry up? The people are waiting.”

“What type of king walks all the way over here to say that! You could have asked one of the guards to do this! You were eavesdropping daddy, dont you lie!” You hiss but Taehyung immediately covers your mouth with his hands as he smiles at your father. 

“We’re coming, your highness.” He says.

You glare at him, spitting profanities that were being muffled by his hand against your mouth. Taehyung pinches your nose to silence you and you immediately slap his hand away in shock. He lets out a loud chuckle as you stare up at him in rage, threatening to be off with his head yet again. Taehyung mocks your voice and your mouth drops open as you pinch his sides only to have the young duke wrap his arms around you and throw you over his shoulders as he smiles brightly at your father.

“We’re coming, sire.” He chuckles as you scream out his name only to end up laughing as you slapped his behind.

“I swear to god, Taehyung, if you drop me!” You giggle as Taehyung passes by your father to exit the ballroom.

“You’ll be fine.” Taehyung hums, fingers pinching the back of your leg teasingly. You growl at him and let out a wicked smile before you dig your teeth against his lower back emitting a loud scream from the young duke as he slowly puts you back on your feet and stares wide at your bite mark. 

“THAT’S GONNA FUCKING SCAR.”Taehyung screeches as your start skipping down the halls, a wide smile on your face.

“YOU’LL BE FINE.” You mock him.

The king bites back a smile as he leans against the door frame. Watching as Taehyung chases after you, a wide smile on his face as he listened to your laughs echo down the halls. Your father shakes his head before adjusting his crown and letting out a proud grin.

“I guess some girls want a man who won’t treat them like a princess.”

anonymous asked:

Speaking in reality terms for the future of the anime, do you think bakudeku would ever actually become canon? I'm a huge shipper of it, but I feel as if tododeku has an even bigger fan base but personally I've never really had a moment where I saw them as more than friends... I have a feeling uraraka and Deku will for sure become canon but to me it just seems so forced and generic but I'm not trying to diss anyone's ships! It just doesn't work for me

Me and Mod Deku have discussed the possiblity! Things we know for certain is that Horikoshi is:

1) a rule/trope breaker

2) fairly more open to being explicit with lgbt themes than most shounen authors (in reference to Tiger, his canonically trans character)

Does that mean Bakudeku will canon? WELL the thing we’ve resigned to is the possibility of onesided Bakudeku (from Bakugou’s end) should the story and their relationship continue to embolden his (now altering) feelings re: Deku.

Bakugou has remained one of the only BNHA characters without an implied opposite sex love interest with Midoriya remaining the big focus and drive of his character, it wouldn’t be entirely unbelievable for Hori to go that direction especially considering he even used Mineta to make a quip at the possibility.

Bakudeku is ACTUALLY the most popular BNHA ship in Japan last I checked, so there is a constant rallying fanbase for it that’s very hard to ignore down there! And you find many casual readers joking about Deku –> Bakugou, ultimately, I personally don’t think it’d cause many problems for Hori to go that direction aside from the West having a stirrup.

In terms of TDDK/Uradeku, I believe those are  still really strong ships, and its probably definitely safer to say Uradeku is inevitable, but Hori has even backed out of Uradeku slightly to avoid surrounding Uraraka’s character around him whilst finishing up these other character arcs…he’s unpredictable but he’s not typical!

If Uradeku does go forward he’ll do something amazing for them, as for the possibility Bakudeku…We know Hori’s biggest inspirations have been all kinds of shounens.. looking at things like Naruto and HxH…it’s  not unusual for him to take different paths and go that direction, be open to anything!

Although imo Deku and Bakugou’s allusion to being the most synchronized and connected pair in the series is enough for me whatever happens ;)

-Mod Shouto 

anonymous asked:

i'm just sad (as most people understandably are). it's just that i've seen such incredibly high moments this past year, esp with your blog and blue night and all their other group and solo activities and suddenly there's so little. it's just difficult coming home to hard days and not having a lot to look forward to. idk, i'm just venting, i guess. sigh.

all we can really do is wait. the members actually have a lot going on individually. key has his play until mid-october, minho is filming a blockbuster movie (and his first web drama just finished airing), taemin has both a reality show and drama airing and he’s preparing for both encore concerts and a korean comeback. jonghyun is obviously being quiet right now but he’s preparing music and very possibly for some sort of music release / comeback. i won’t lie: things are going to be pretty dry for the rest of the year in regards to group related activities (as we only have three confirmed schedules before the year ends - kyocera dome and the shilla concert) , but if we sit back and support the members in their individual activities and prepare then we’ll be back to group activities before you know it.

anonymous asked:

A lot of high profile kickstarter games seem to have been suffocated by "feature creep." The developers had some small core idea when they pitched their kickstarter to the public, got way more money then they expected, thought they could make a much bigger game, then ran out money before they finished even making the proper foundations of their expanded idea. I have to ask, does feature creep kill AAA games as well, and if so how common is it?

So it turns out that making video games is actually really, really hard, and that’s primarily because estimating how long it takes to complete big tasks is not very accurate. The biggest reason for this is because no single part of a game is really on its own. If we want to add or update a big feature like the animation system, it doesn’t just mean we’re affecting the animations in the game. It also means that we are affecting the AI, the riggers, the modelers, the visual effects, the level design, combat design, and all sorts of other things. Also, by taking up a lot of engineering time, it means that other lower-priority engineering tasks would have to be cut. 

I think part of it is that game development scope just isn’t as scalable as people think, and it’s really easy to make a mistake when doing so. It’s a huge pitfall that a lot of experienced developers fall into. Feature creep happens in the AAA space all the time and has killed many projects. One of the most dangerous phrases in game development is “Wouldn’t it be cool if… ?” because it can easily start with something that seems totally innocuous, but balloons to a black hole of resources that is both mission critical and requires an inordinate amount of work to bring to a shippable state. Feature creep accounts for many of the games that were delayed or cancelled, but also just as many games you’ve never heard of that were killed before announcement. Another big sign of feature creep is when a game has had a really long development time, but the finished product still feels rough or unpolished. In such cases, it’s often because the team poured resources into features and content that were cut during development, which left the core experience feeling rough, especially around the spots where the cut content was excised.

One of the biggest flaws with crowdfunding titles specifically is that the feature list and stretch goals are inviolate - in traditional game publishing, almost all features can be cut if they prove to be too expensive or just not working. The publisher understands that this sort of thing can happen and is focused on the big picture - they did not fund the game for its specific features, and will work with the developer to come up with a better solution for the project. Crowdfunding isn’t done this way - the people who put their money up in these games are often doing so for the express purpose of delivering these features, which makes them sacrosanct. If those features end up becoming too expensive, it’s not possible to cut them because they were promised to the backers. This makes feature creep much more dangerous to the crowd funded title, because a bad feature can end up dragging down the entire project.


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#blessed

I work at the bullseye store. Stocking in the early morning (used to he 4am now its 6). Anyways so we have this practice called The Wave (not to be confused with the machinery forklift thing called the wave that we also have). Where almost all of the stocker people go through the wave areas and just stock one aisle at a time. When they finish an aisle, they move to the next unworked aisle. (Each person gets their own aisle). Well they get yelled at a lot by our manager. She’s a very angry lady who has only gotten angrier since her son was deployed a few months ago.
But anyways, working the wave is the like average thing a stocker at my store does. But I’m no longer one of them. I get to do a more specialised task (usually either bowling C&D or the C&D repacks (sorting boxes into aisles, and sorting items for the C&D labelled aisle respectively)). But after i finish my task i go back and rejoin the wave for the tail end of my shift usually. Its a “privileged” position, meaning my angry manager feels safe in leaving me alone to work because I’ll do it and do it well even without her constantly watching me. I’m similar to the softlines workers except they don’t rejoin the wave at the end unless the finish everything which happens maybe two or three times a year max. Also the electronics guy is similiar.

But there is 1 (technically 2 people but doing the same thing togetherish) position even more “privileged”. My one super close work friend does it every day. Its the main repack carts. They are completely on their own the entire shift, go literally everywhere in the store, and basically never answer to a manager at all unless they really fuck up or something changes. Only the most trusted people get to do the job (its actually really really hard and requires a lot of knowledge about where stuff goes in the store without looking it up or scanning an item with a scanner).
Well today my friend barely stood up ad got in the shower before she started getting sick. She has been sick a lot recently but this is one of the first times it’s been this bad and she had to call off because she couldn’t stand without getting incredibly dizzy and nauseated again.
Well that meant someone had to do her job. And /I/ was the one my manager picked to do it.
It did mean having to do the hard job and also working part of the shift with the other lady who does that job who is an absolute bitch usually, but just being the one who she picked to do that job, I feel incredibly honored. Especially because she easily could have put anyone else there because I’m trained on every single stocking area except electronics (and only partially trained on my friend’s job since i did it exactly once before when the other lady was on vacation in the middle of back to school season ).

Tl;dr: I was picked to do the hard but most trusted job in my work team by my angry manager and now i feel #blessed

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~Team Voltron Portraits~

I’ve been working on this series for a couple months and I finally finished all of them! I tried different things with each of these portraits and I think they all turned out pretty nice! I already have some of these up on my store but the rest should be up soon!

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junpeis-butt  asked:

please dont apologize for your fanart, its cute, the art is great and people are overreacting and projecting their own shit into it.

ksdlfd LOL it’s fine, it’s actually hilarious at this point watching people spin it out of control. i drew it right after finishing damien’s route as a bit of tongue in cheek because i thought it was fuckin wild that he just has hard copies of naruto bdsm in his house… and of course lucien would know about it bc it’s lucien. but it seems to have transcended dream daddy fandom and people are taking it at face value… or maybe they’re just really against all aspects of that idea, which is totally fine. to each their own, etc 

I’ve been working on a Ryder little by little as a warm-up while working on commissions. I don’t actually have any solid plans for Ryder– have to wait until I finish my first playthrough with someone who’s undoubtedly going to have a really dumb name like Saucepan. Been having a hard time drawing anything decent today (sorry commissions, I’ll try again in like an hour) 

Still taking commissions, if you’re interested!

anonymous asked:

What are your top ten fave fics (or fic authors, since maybe all your fave fics are already on that poker pair list 😂)

oooooooo thats hard lmfao yeah ur right all my fav dgm fics are on that list lololol damn ten is a big number let’s see if i can do this esdrfg i’m gonna kinda chop and mix between the authors of my favourite fics and the best fics from my favourite authors, but i cant keep it to one fandom sorry lololol anD also i cant really ???? put them in a specific order???? lmao i love all the authors for their various styles and stories, but let’s see how i go ahahaha

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I really really like the idea of Tanaka and Noya being girls. I just think they would be such interesting and entertaining female characters with their crazy personalities XD 

This is my initial design of them for my hypothetical dojin (if it ever actually happens LOL), but I’m planning to redesign them and give them more asian features. Also I’ll prob have to make the first years a little older =_=

my part of the exchange; for @claireroseheart for the yuumikayuu gift exchange ( @mikayuugiftexchange )!

i ended up going with the starbucks au (”mika works at Starbucks and yuu comes in so often that mika knows his daily order and write encouraging notes on his cup”) out of the three hehe uwu

i hope you like it!!  ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

anonymous asked:

I started losing weight after I finished my degree. In 4 years, I gained 40lb ish. I'm now 195lb and technically overweight (i'm 5"9). I graduate in July and I think "ok, now you can spend the summer focusing on this" aaaaand.. well I lost 10lb. And then gained 5 back. And it's september now. I found it so so hard to exercise (i am v unfit) and actually hate lots of veg and forever crave salt. I wondered if you had any tips for people that genuinely find it really hard to even start weight loss

Making those small changes and healthy choices consistently is tough! It takes a lot of practice and a lot of accepting that things didn’t go as planned and trying again the next day. You don’t have to be perfect, you just can’t give up. 

Start with something small like a water intake goal, cutting down on soda/fast food/salt/whatever, walking for 15 minutes a day, making a smoothie with fruit and veggies for breakfast, tracking your intake, etc. You don’t have to do all of that at once, focus on one thing at a time. You aren’t trying to lose 40 pounds all at once, you’re just trying to lose 5 pounds eight times - focusing on those small things lead to big changes.

Take a look at my Beginner’s Guide page, it might be helpful! Happy to talk specifics off anon :)

anonymous asked:

how does it feel knowing something you created has an actual fandom is it the coolest feeling ever???

its super weird!!! like in the scope of sharp zero we just finished the exposition so i have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that people are so invested when i havent really begun the story yet