new year drabble prompts

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6,11,17 -one of them or however many you wanna do!! For the I love you writing prompt xx

6. On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair

“What if we got married?“

On a picnic table on the Canadian border, which they are skirting more out of boredom than actual necessity. It has been almost a year and neither of them will say it for fear of cursing themselves, but no one is coming for them. Don’t you ever want to stop? She’d asked him once, a long time ago. Just get out of the car? But he hadn’t wanted to and so she didn’t, and she thinks now she knows why. She thinks maybe they don’t stop because they don’t know what else to do.

“Why would we do that?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m not sure if you’ve gathered, but I’m madly in love with you or something like that.“

“Really?” She shakes her head at him, steals the Coke bottle he’s holding and finishes it. “That’s embarrassing.“

“Why’s that?” He nudges her with his shoulder and she shrugs. The picnic table they’re at is half in shade, but she’s sunburned and brown. The tops of her shoulders and tip of her nose covered in innumerable freckles.

“I don’t really like you that much is all,“ she says with an air of mock sympathy. “Sorry.”

“I knew it. You just came along for the thrill.“

“Oh, yeah, you know how gas station food really gets me going.”

He laughs and she laughs with him, and she can count on one hand the number of times they’ve done that since 1999.

“I’m serious, Scully,“ he says, still smiling.

“Mulder,” she twists on the bench and pushes herself up so she’s sitting on top of the table, feet where she’d been sitting a moment before. She takes his face in her hands like a small child. “If I was going to leave you, I’d have done it already. I’d have done it in, I don’t know, 1994. I don’t need to marry you. I’ve been Mrs. Spooky for almost a decade.” She tilts her head to the side. “Plus, you’d probably be arrested at the courthouse which would, you know, kind of put a damper on my wedding day.“

He’s looking at her in that way that he’s always pretending he’s not. Or always pretended he wasn’t. It’s been a while, she thinks, or else she hasn’t been paying enough attention.

“I should have made you leave in 1994,” he says, quietly. He reaches up to touch her cheek.

“You wouldn’t have been able to get rid of me,“ she tells him.

“I’m sorry.”

She laughs. “For what?“

“I don’t know. Everything. Anything I’ve never apologized for before. For ruining your life and all that jazz.”

She tilts her head back, teasing. “Oh, so romantic.”

He winces and she sighs, shakes her head. “Hey,” she murmurs. “I love you, too.“

It’s June, and she wonders if he will ever stop thinking he doesn’t deserve her, deserve a simmering, endless summer. She thinks they never stop because they’re afraid of what would happen if they did. They’ve always bent to inertia. For a minute, for an hour, they sit on the picnic bench with an empty Coke bottle and let the world shift around them. She wonders at the delicate mechanics of staying still with him.

University/College Au Masterlist

#latteart - imagines

Tiger House looks like it can’t decide if it’s an English pub, a used book store, or a bakery. The only sign that it actually sells coffee is the smell of freshly-roasted beans that hits Otabek when he pushes open the door, a little bell jangling above him. There’s nobody here but a bored-looking barista leaning on the counter by the register. “Can I help you?” the barista says, in a tone that heavily implies he would rather do no such thing.

100 Ways to Say ‘I Love You’ - Kelly_J_Jackson

Every day for the first 100 days of the New Year, I will be posting a drabble for each writing prompt that tumblr p0ck3tf0x created on their list “'100 Ways to Say I Love You’.” It will be mostly Victuuri with some Yurio (and possibly Otabek). It’s going to be a challenge, but I’m going to try my best to update daily. OR They’re a bunch of dorks, really.

admiration in falling asleep - calliopinaround

Rooming with Otabek is fine. It really is—they’re best friends, Otabek is the perfect roommate, and there’s nothing about each other that they don’t already know to make it weird. (Except Yuri hadn’t known that Otabek walks around only in his pajama bottoms in the morning, or what he smells like right out of the shower, or that he likes his coffee with two sugars and nothing else, or that he has a knack for losing the television remote regardless of where he puts it, or that he keeps his keys on his nightstand and nowhere else, or that he opens the blinds half-way first thing in the morning to let the sunrise in…) So it’s fine. It really is. Yuri likes this arrangement, and no matter how many looks Mila gives him, that’s the truth. He just wishes it sounded like all of the truth.

A Gays guide to Surviving College. - CoffeeAndDesperation

Yuuri katsuki, a young mathematics major starting his 2nd year of college, finds himself rooming with an illegally hot Russian linguistics major. While across the hall things heat up between Yuri plisetsky, and his interesting roommate who has a deep passion for writing.

a glass heart, and all its parts - AliFyre

Katsuki Yuuri comes to study in America with the hope that a change of environment will give his mental health the break he needs to finally write that book he’s always wanted. Viktor Nikiforov ended up in America a long time ago and stays there because he can’t think of anywhere better to be, sitting on a novel draft with zero inspiration to finish it. This is the story of how they struggle with themselves and their stories, and how they maybe find love in the process.

All the Warmth of the Sun - pythaglorious

Yuuri wasn’t sure if he could call it a date, but Phichit had set them up, and they were alone. In a bar. And, if Yuuri should consider this a date, there was worse company to be had than Viktor Nikiforov, with his shining silver hair and a baby blue stare that somehow held all the warmth of the sun.

Anatomical Accuracy - Fayina (Dayea)

Yuri has a secret talent in drawing, and he’d be damned if Otabek finds out about his shameful collection of the Kazakh’s portraits. Oh and his skype call with Mila and Sara is getting out of hand.

An eternal bee buzzes in my ear - mozaikmage

AU where the russian characters are international students studying in NYC, and otabek the kazakh guy is the hot waiter at that one russian restaurant they go to every weekend, and anyway don’t look at me 

artistry - lilium_parvum

“The city lights always called to Yuuri. Even as a boy, he dreamed of the neon glow on his face and riding fast, fast, fast down the busy roads. Maybe in a sports car. Or a motorcycle. Perhaps he would just run. He hadn’t worked out the details on that yet. Yuuri dreamed of a whirlwind love, the kind of person with cold eyes and a dark smile, a troubled person with a kind heart. ” In which Phichit’s Instagram leads to Yuuri and Viktor meeting.

A Yellow Highlighter - henriqua

Otayuri Week 2017 Day 7: Soulmates | Too bad Otabek is a people watcher, not a people meeter, and on top of that he’s convinced he would probably live a happier life without meeting a soulmate whose first words to him are rude ones.

Behind Locked Doors - dia_dove

College student Yuuri Katsuki is in love with his professor, Viktor Nikiforov. A love he plans on keeping to himself, until one drunken mistake leads him to a world of pleasure.

centripetal force - braveten

Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn’t one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.

Close Quarters - i_like_my_eggs_benedict

Yuri moved thousands of miles away from home in Russia to attend a prestigious performing arts university in the States, gambling that his stupid former rink mate Victor (who also attends) wouldn’t be anywhere near him. Otabek also took a chance by coming to this university so far away from the security of life back home, hoping his future and career will go somewhere. They were both slightly worried about who their roommate would be, but it seems like the guy they were put with just seems to…fit.

Cold Light of Morning - kepitto 

do you believe in soulmates? - foreverhalo

A drabble about Yuri and Otabek in college.

Fragile Hearts - aksnowchild

*Title and Story are subject to change as this is an ongoing story* AU where Yuuri Katsuki is a Japanese college student going to school in America. He studies to become a vet while working at Ice Pets Adoption, which is owned by his friends the Nishigori family. He keeps his life fairly simple, but one day a mysteriously beautiful Russian waltzes into Yuuri’s life and suddenly he experiences something he never has before: attraction.

It Doesn’t Have to be a Lie - Recesskup

Yuuri is not outgoing. That’s why when Phichit supplies Viktor as his fake boyfriend he’s bringing home for Christmas he nearly dies on the spot. And in all Honesty, he’s not quite sure how he managed to convince Viktor Nikiforov to play the role of his pretend boyfriend. And he’s even more at a loss for words when he remembers he has to go along with this for two weeks. Or- The pretend relationship AU where Yuuri is a shy Dance Major and Viktor is the attractive, outgoing Art/Photography Major and Phichit is the worst wingman ever.

Legendary Lovers - rjk122

Leave it to Yuri Plisetsky to humiliate himself and then have the only person on campus that he wanted to avoid also end up being the only person who he sees all the time. And also who never does anything but stare at him. Like, seriously, why is this dude always staring at him? College AU based on a prompt by theappleppielifestyle on tumblr!

Love Like You’ll Never Be Hurt - OurMidnightMuse

(College AU) In high school Yuri Plisetsky was the end of many pranks by his fellow classmates, being a slight in stature ballet dancer. One in particular resulted in Yuri being forably outed as a homosexual in a most humiliating way, causing a rift in who he felt he could trust. Now in college, Yuri is trying to move past all of the things that bothered him in the past, however, they keep on cropping up. At a college party that he was coaxed into attending, Yuri meets the most unlikely of friend; a former ballet classmate whom he had not seen in many years named Otabek Altin. As the two grow closer, Yuri discovers something troubling about his new friend. Could the two possibly help each other through their past and present troubles, or will the blockades in the road cause them to fall apart before they even begin to come together? (TWs will preface each chapter in the beginning notes as they come.)

Match Made By PhichitSociallyAwkwardFox (Maze_Runner_Fae)

Five times Phichit plays matchmaker for his friends and the one time they play matchmaker for him.

Music of Love - mechatitan

“Otabek felt pure panic course through him. What did he do now? He was accidentally intruding on an extremely private moment for this beautiful man he didn’t even know. How did one even address this.
Maybe the best thing would be to just leave as quietly as he could. Otabek watched as the man leaned forward and onto his knees and crumpled in on himself. He knew he couldn’t just leave now.” Or the story in which Otabek accidentally witnesses Yuri dealing with a tragic loss and kinda fucks up.

Never Content - silvershrubbery, Sukiyaki_Rut

“If you look for perfection, you’ll never be content.” Or: Mila and Sara end up as roommates their sophomore year of college, but there’s a problematic division among the international dance students that puts them on opposite sides of a war. Despite that Sara can’t deny her crush on Mila, and Mila has a growing appreciation for the quiet but free-spirited Italian. When a scandal ensues, things become more complicated for everyone involved. Alternates between Mila’s and Sara’s perspectives each written by one of us, but you’ll catch on. Also, the ages have been adjusted so Mila and Sara are the same year in college; everything else is pretty much based on canon.

Oh the world is okay - mozaikmage

now with more characters and everyone being friends, yay

On Love: Voice - Pigfarts23

Au where Otabek and Yuri have to collaborate and they compose Agape together. The unholy music/college AU you didn’t ask for but got anyway

poly-A tail - owlinaminor

poly-A tail: a long string of RNA containing only adenine bases, added to the 3’ end of a pre-mRNA transcript to protect it from degradation as it travels through the cytoplasm. when depicted in textbooks, the structure is written as simply a long string of A’s. (or: in which yulia plisetskaya forms a study group, makes a friend, and learns that finals week is about more than taking tests.)

Shape of YouForestfish

Yuri wants to sleep but his neighbour keeps remixing into the wee hours of the morning. (in this AU they’re studying in England and living in the same halls of residence)

Taste of Paradise - Spicenee

With another successful house party under their belt, Yuri wanted to keep the party going with his roommates/boyfriends which wouldn’t be too hard to do. “We were wondering how much we made tonight.” Otabek said. He wrapped an arm around Yuri’s waist, pulling him closer to his chest. “Oh. Right, the money.” Yuri got up, turning so that both Otabek and JJ had a good look at his ass. Yuri reached back in to his back pocket, making sure to stick his ass out. He smirked when he noticed how JJ’s pupils dilated when he ran his hand down the curve of his ass. He slowly pulled out money from one of his back pockets before running his hand along his ass to the other back pocket.

Three Cheers and you Lose.Goddess_Of_Profanity

Yavok Feltsman, a retired NHL coach, is forced into teaching a team of useless, enthusiastic college students. As the hockey team grows closer together, problems develop, and relationships evolve. Will the group be able to hold everything together, or will it all fall apart?

wannabe rockstars and prima ballerinas - thehearsesong

au in which yuuri and viktor both attend columbia college in chicago. viktor is a music major and in a band and yuuri is a ballerina studying at the joffrey ballet academy as well as majoring in dance at columbia. they get paired up together for a project in class and viktor wants to be yuuri’s friend, dammit but yuuri has crippling anxiety basically yuuri gets bullied into supporting vitya’s band, there’s some ballet, phichit is the ultimate wingman as usual, and there’s fluff and college student hijinks

who you gonna call? - apollothyme

“Who would win in a fight between a giant pigeon and Iron Man?” “Yura, it’s four in the morning.”

You Must Be The Roomie - kaitlynsmth

AU where Yuri Plisetsky is a 19 year old social media star/dancer and is at college, and his roommate is in a band with Otabek Altin, who Yuri can’t help but pine over. 

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10. Imagine that Person A is a parent to a child and B is the elementary teacher at the school in A’s neighborhood. B calls A for a parent-teacher conference, and A expects B to be a typical teacher (stern, spinster-like, etc.); needless to say, they are surprised to see B. A tries to keep cool during the conference, but their child notices and says to the teacher, “I think my mommy/daddy likes you!”

Bonus: A asks B if they’re free while their child’s back is turned.

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“Sit still daddy!” Lian groaned as Roy shifted in his seat.
“I am.” He playfully poked his tongue out earning a giggle out of her as she shook her haead.
“Serious time.”
“Aw, you scared i’ll embarras you infront of your favourite teacher?” He teased her as she finally put a serious expression on her tiny face.
“Please don’t set her on fire.”

Roy looked around the room and watched the other teachers interact with their students and took a deep breath.
He was no stranger to disobedience and he was sure that his angel was very well behaved, especially to the standards you held, that Lian assured him was strict.

He should have met you earlier, but when you’re a vigilante and part time self employed fire fighter/starter, he simply couldn’t operate around the times.

“Mr Harper?” He turned his attention to you as you sat infront of the small family unit.
“Yes?” He asked hesitantly as he looked at you. When Lian described you as old, he pictured an old lady with grey hair, but you seemed to be his age, or younger.

As you pulled out Lian’s report, he turned to Lian.
“I thought you said she was old!” He whispered to her, unaware that you could hear him
“Shes older than me.” Lian shrugged in response and as you let out a small giggle, he met your gaze with an embarrassed chuckle.

After your eyes met, he suddenly felt his nerves consume him. Turning slightly to pull out his phone to check his appearance, he heard you cough and immediately returned his gaze.

“So we should go over Lians report while we still have time.” You chuckled and he nodded.
He couldn’t focus on what your saying, but he could say how many times your hair bounced as your pink lips moved.

“Oh no.” Lian groaned knowing exactly what was happening, as she glanced at her fathers expression. You glanced at her with a raised eyebrow “He likes you and he’s stopped listening. Which means no ice cream”

“Mr. Harper.” You said as you cleared your throat and saw him visibly snap back into attention
“Yes?” He said, shifting in his seat once again.
“I was just saying how Lian was awarded a pet for her excellent work.” You said using your serious tone, that you had perfected for using in class.
Lian held back her giggles as he looked at her with a questioning look and she nodded excitedly
“I chose to keep the Great Dane daddy.”
You smirked as he blinked back and forth between the both of you, finally letting out a small laugh and you watched as the realisation hit his face.
“Ohh.. You got me.” He chuckled “So okay, i’m paying attention now, how has she been?”
“You should have listened Mr. Harper, i’m meeting with another family now.” You smiled politely and stood up, making your leave.
“How about over coffee then?” He called out from behind you
Turning around, you saw he sat there with a smirk and you matched it with your own, as Lian hid behind her hands

Forever and Ever

15 Days of New Year’s Phan Drabbles Day 5

Forever and Ever | Dan comes home drunk, and Phil worries his boyfriend will fly into the depressed rage that usually occurs, only to be pleasantly surprised at the night’s turn of events. | Phan | Teen and Up | Alcohol | 989 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil

Prompt: so dan gets kinda drunk somehow (however you’d like) and he ends up getting all sleepy and crawling into a relatively sober phil’s lap and they cuddle and phil basically just thinks about how cute dan is and how he’s like a giant teddy bear. just pour buckets of fluff all over it.

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46. Afternoon

A/N: *waves* Hello everyone. First and foremost, Happy New Year! 2015 already, how time flies :) Sorry I’ve been a bit MIA on the writing lately, I’ve been busy with work and family stuff, traveling a bit too, and also, the muse wouldn’t come. But it seems that she’s back for now so I shall take advantage of it! This, I hope, should be the first part of three following drabbles. The other two are not written yet but the idea is there so it should just be a matter of time. I’ve missed these two lately. I hope I’m not too rusty and that you’ll enjoy this one and the upcoming drabbles.


She arrived three days ago, on a perfect, bright and sunny summer afternoon, with nothing else but a little beaded bag and tears she could barely hold back.

He opened the front door as soon as he heard her Apparate.

Next thing he knew, Hermione flew her arms around his neck and buried her face in it. It took him a few seconds to recover from her body flushed against his and her lips grazing his skin before he closed his arm strongly around her.

“Your parents?” Ron whispered softly.

“Safe,” she mumbled simply against him.

His right hand instinctively went up to her hair. He barely had a moment to commit the softness of her hair to his memory before his mum barged in from the kitchen. Instantly, Hermione pulled back from his embrace, smiling weakly and brushing her tears away.

But it’s now three days later and she still seems on the verge of crying whenever he looks at her when she thinks nobody is watching. He knows there’s nothing he can do to help her. His insides twist unpleasantly when he thinks about the lengths she went through to protect her parents. Everytime he looks at her, he feels his heart surge with pride. She’s so smart.

And impatient, he is reminded as she tuts his name, asking if he’s listening to her.

Obviously, he’s not.

She doesn’t even let him speak before she proceeds to engage in a long rant on how it is important to focus since they will be leaving on a who-knows-how-long journey soon and they will need to be fully prepared.

He nods seriously and grabs the nearest book, Tricks and Charms for the prepared camper.

He frowns. “Are we going to camp?”

‘Who knows? Maybe,“ she shrugs. "I’d like to have every possibility prepared so we don’t get caught up in details.”

They read for one more hour before he decides to call it a night and kick her out of his bedroom.


As he’s about to close the door behind her, she turns and calls his name, softly. He barely heard it.


She looks at him with so much affection in her eyes - and a hint of something else he can’t quite place - that he can’t ignore it.

“Thank you. For being here.” She grabs his hand and suddenly there’s a lump the size of his fist in his throat.

“S'nothing,” Ron breathes as he attempts to to control his now racing heart.

“Good night.”

She gets on her toes and drops a kiss on his cheek, he swears his knees begin to shake.

“Night.” It takes all his strength not to yell her I love you right this instant. Because really, what idiot tells a girl that he loves her after spending most of his afternoon reading next to her and a chaste goodnight kiss on his cheek.

She squeezes his hand and then she’s gone.

Person A celebrating the New Year at a party. Though disappointed they won’t be getting a kiss from Person B since they’re out of town, they close their eyes and count down. As it hits midnight, Person B bursts through the door and tackles A into a kiss in the middle of the room having made it back in time. 

Happy New Years OuO

anonymous asked:

I thought you were someone else but I’m still glad I kissed you - ooh... write it for klaine?


Kurt and Jean-Baptiste have a deal.

Since they’re both single–though more than willing to mingle, just not with each other–they’re going to find each other at midnight to guarantee a New Year’s Eve kiss.

That’s what friends do, and if straight men like Joey and Chandler on “Friends” can do it, so can they.

The problem when you’re friends with someone of Jean-Baptiste’s … stature, it’s that you can very easily lose him.

Especially in a crowd like the one that turned out for Elliott’s party.

Kurt looks at his watch and bites his lower lip.

Shit, fuck, merde.

It’s 11.42pm, he can’t find Jean-Baptiste, he’s going to be the only loser by his lonesome when the ball drops, and he’ll start the new year with no one to kiss, this is a disaster and he’s going to make Jean-Baptiste p–


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The circle of the year winds once more to its beginning.  Urðr knots the thread and cuts it, then takes Skuld’s new weave from Verðandi’s hand–future becomes present becomes past, as it has since the Realms began and as it will until the Realms end, if such terms could be considered to have any meaning at all.

And Thor Odinson, firstborn of the All-Father, stumbles away from the warm glow of Gladsheim and drops to his knees at the glittering, shard-bright end of the shattered Bifrost.

It blurs before his sight, a smear of varicolored needles bleeding out into the velvet emptiness, the stars naught but smudged fingerprints in the endless black.  He clutches his drinking horn tightly; warm mead spills over his knuckles nonetheless, trickles down to patter like raindrops onto the broken path.

Thor is unused to fleeing the sound of his friends’ raucous laughter.  Yet, now, he can bear it no longer–not Sif’s bright ululations, nor Fandral’s high-pitched snigger, nor Volstagg’s booming mirth, nor even Hogun’s undignified snorts, bring him the joy they should.  They grate, instead, unharmonious.  Cacophonic.  Wrong.  Such noise, created by a lack all too obvious.

“You laugh so quietly,” he calls out to the void, leaning dizzily over the edge.  "Yet its absence rings louder than all the bells in Niðavellir.“

The black between the stars swallows his call.  (Heimdall, standing nearby at watch, says nothing, for Heimdall is wise.)

Thor curls his free hand around the end of the bridge, gazes down where the seas fall away into nothing.  His eyes burn hot.

"I know you much prefer wine,” he continues.  "But without you to stop her Sif has gone and drunk it all.  I think she misses you as well.  Though she would sooner die than admit it.“

(They understood one another, misfits both, bucking the reins of their positions.

Understand.  Understand one another.)

The smile stretching Thor’s face feels weak, a pale counterfeit.  "So I suppose you shall have to settle for mead,” he says.  "My deepest apologies.“

His voice cracks–crumbles.

"Hail, brother.”  He raises the horn high.  "My brother, my companion, my helpmeet, my left hand.  When you return"–and here his voice breaks completely, his breath shuddering–“when you return, there shall be a great feast in your honor, all your favorites, anything you wish, and I shall stand behind you, so that all may see you and know that you are home.”

And Thor tips the drinking horn, pours the mead out into the expanse.  It flows as freely as the tears that drip from the end of his nose.

“I will not celebrate the new when the old is not yet gone.”





For @papofglencoe, who I promised a drabble to months ago. Love you, Caryn!! Happy New Years!!!

Prompt: Antagonistic!Everlark

Katniss Everdeen is an over achiever that just can’t get rid of the resident drug dealer, Peeta Mellark. What’s worse is she has to pretend to be his fiance at New Years.

She wants to slap him. She really should but his family is watching and she doesn’t want to out the both of them. In fact her entire college education depends on her willingness to let this nimrod kiss her convincingly. Katniss really doesn’t know why she allowed herself to be in this situation in the first place. She can see him close his eyes as his face nears her and her mind starts to rush through every single moment that led to her pretending to be the fiance of the campus drug dealer.

They never liked each other. She can remember the first time she met him. She had just settled in her dorm room a week before her Freshman year in college officially started. Her roommate was already a pain in her ass who refused to pick anything up and Katniss had already had to run off more than a few guys that had come looking for, Johanna. For Christ, they hadn’t been in the dorm more than a couple of days and this girl was already having guys sniffing around. Katniss had no idea how she could handle anything but preparing for the school year to begin but from what Katniss gathered from Johanna she could assume her roommate wasn’t someone concerned with academics. She was alphabetizing her paperback novels when she heard a knock on the door. Katniss sighed as she stood up from her twin bed. She swore if it was another idiot looking for Johanna, she would be forced to punch someone.

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