so it's not actually a drabble

I think Yuuri knows how to play the piano!

“Hm? Is that a piano?”

Yuuri looks up from where he’s sorting out his laundry, a sock in one hand and a shirt in another. He puts the sock to one side and begins folding the shirt, Victor’s shirt that he keeps forgetting to give back. “Oh, that? I got that keyboard a long time ago—before I went to Detroit, even.”

Victor tilts his head from where he sits on the bed, feet stretched out before him. Blinks and looks at Yuuri. “Do you still play?”

“Sometimes.”

“Play for me?”

Smiling, Yuuri sets aside one of Victor’s scarves and stands. “Any requests?”

“Your song,” the Russian says decisively after a heartbeat of thinking. “Yuri on Ice.”

“Hmm. I never learned it,” Japan’s top figure skater admits. He shakes his head and pulls out the keyboard from where it sits propped against his closet. “But I can try.”

“You can do that?” Victor asks. The words, You’re that good at playing? go unsaid.

Yuuri shrugs, plugs the keyboard into the wall and turns the machine on. “Sure,” he answers, fingers running over scales like water pouring from a fountain. The sound is crisp and clear, and Victor finds himself pleasantly surprised. He wonders why.

“I’ve skated to this song so many times it’s practically engraved in my head,” the brunet continues, moving into arpeggios and rhythmic exercises. The keyboard moves slightly as Yuuri presses into the keys, the device pushing into the yielding mattress. “Just give me a second to warm up.”

As Yuuri’s fingers drift over the keys, Victor swings his feet back and forth. “How did you start playing?”

Yuuri’s fingers don’t stop, unheeding of or perhaps disregarding the conversation. Yuuri turns to look at the older man and hums. “I saw a video of someone playing the piano and decided to learn.”

“Did you take lessons?”

“For a time, yes.”

“How old were you when you started?”

Yuuri huffs a laugh from his nose and tests out various chords. “Is this an interrogation now?”

“Well, I never knew you could play. Is it so wrong to want to learn more about your boyfriend?”

“Mm.” Yuuri pauses, looking down at his hands. “I started when I was relatively young. Six, I think?”

“That is young.”

“Well, I stopped being so serious about it when I began taking ballet lessons. And then skating took up most of my time after that.”

“But you still play?”

“I still play.”

Yuuri begins then, starting with the sixteenth note triplets, and Victor closes his mouth and just listens. It’s lovely—reminds him of when he first listened to it, half asleep and with Yuuri excitedly leaning over his lap. Reminds him of his former student, of his lover before they became lovers.

“You’re very good at this.”

Closing his eyes and letting himself visualize the music inside his head, Yuuri leans back and feels his lips quirk into a half-smile. “I’m not the type to let a skill atrophy without practice.”

“That’s not you, no,” Victor agrees.

And they both listen, then, to the music pouring out of the cheap keyboard roused from its sleep. He times his breathing to the swelling of the melody, to the rise and fall of the notes, to the cadence of the moment. Victor leans against Yuuri’s shoulder and Yuuri leans back, the two of them content to relive their memories through the passage of sound.

It’s a peaceful moment filled with peaceful feelings. Victor tells himself to ask Yuuri to play more music for him from now on.

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where CAPTIVE PRINCE

Damen sleeps deeply and fitfully, which, if you ask Laurent, is an infuriatingly symbolic reflection of an infuriating aspect of Damen’s personality: too trustful for his own good, though by no means so trustful as to be considered naive.

Laurent sleeps neither deeply nor fitfully. Out of the two of them, he’s the one most likely to wake up during Damen’s bouts of tossing and turning. Sometimes he’s already lying awake when the sheets start rustling beside him, a cuffed wrist landing perilously close to his head as Damen forcefully changes position–heaves himself from his back onto his stomach, or from one side onto the other–without waking.

It’s not like Laurent particularly minds, though. He’s always been prone to wakeful nights, and he enjoys the opportunity to observe Damen at leisure. To watch his brow furrow and the corners of his mouth twitch, his fingers curl and uncurl into the sheets; to listen to his chest rumble as he exhales, or to him mumble half-formed words in either of their languages.

Laurent enjoys knowing from experience that Damen’s hand would stop flexing restlessly if he covered it with his own, and that Damen’s brow would smooth out if he stroked his thumb down the center. He enjoys knowing that, were he to respond to Damen’s unconscious murmurings, Damen would sigh in his sleep and (softly, sweetly) mumble Laurent’s name.

Friendly Competition

Nino stops dead in his tracks as his eyes land on their kitchen table.

“Adrien. You know I love you, but there are some things I can’t handle.”  Nino shakes his head as he walks past the table where there are playing mats and two decks of brown cards set before his boyfriend and empty chair opposite him. Nino heads to the fridge instead. Adrien lets out a huff as he pushes himself to turn to face him.

“But! But you said that you’d never played duel monsters before! The only reasonable course of action was to—”

“Adrien. We’ve been over this. Just because I haven’t done something before doesn’t mean that you have to blow a lot of money just to make it happen.”

“But this is an important step of your childhood that you missed out on! Besides you bought me the whole discography of Zedd when I said that I’d never heard of him before. You have no room to talk.”

The refrigerator door slams. A can of soda in his hand, Nino sends Adrien a glare. “That man is a musical genius and I’m still insulted that you didn’t know who he was. Besides that was only two CDs. I can guarantee that they cost me less than those cards and fancy mats cost you.”

“I’ll have you know that this cost me absolutely nothing. I bought them when I was younger.” Adrien crosses his arms over his chest and matches Nino’s gaze head on. They square off for at least a few seconds before Nino heaves a sigh and slumps his shoulders in exaggerated defeat.

“Fine.” Adrien lets out a cheer as Nino collapses in the empty chair across from his boyfriend.

“This is going to be so much fun Nino! I swear to you on all of my nine lives that you will never regret this.”

“I’m pretty sure that you’re down to five at this point, but I guess there’s no reason to split hairs over it.” Nino lets out a laugh as he pops open the can and takes a sip. Setting the can down he chuckles. “You know that you’re a major dork right?”

Adrien laughs as he goes to scratch at the back of his neck. “Yeah.” He pauses to look down at the table. Nino frowns as nearly visible clouds cast a shadow of doubt on Adrien’s previously sunny face.

Nino knows that this side of Adrien is still new and vulnerable. That it wasn’t until a couple of years ago that he even admitted to liking things that weren’t considered ‘normal’ by society’s so-called standards. Things that Gabriel Agreste would certainly never have approved of if Adrien had ever been open about them.

But, no matter how Nino jokes about it, he loves this side of his boyfriend. Everything about Adrien seems to amplify when he talks about things that he loves. His hands move in grander motions. His smile widens so far that there are times that Nino wonders if his face could break. And the light in his eyes…

Nino would do anything to make it glimmer as brightly as it does in those moments.

“But, I suppose that’s why I love you.” Nino reaches across the table to ruffle blonde locks. Adrien lets out a startled yelp as he hurries to rearrange the disarray left behind by Nino’s hand.

“Love you, too,” Adrien mumbles. He attempts to act disgruntled, but the smile is far too goofy to be convincing.

And, just like that, the clouds have disappeared and it’s as if the sun as returned full force yet again. Nino’s breath is stolen a beat later. It takes almost a full minute for him to find it again, and when he does he has to clear his throat before he can speak again.

“I hope you realize that, just because I’m a beginner, it doesn’t mean that I’ll go easy on you.”

Adrien’s laugh fills the room and Nino swears that it’s the most beautiful melody that he’s ever heard. 

paladin’s presents for each other

shiro gets everything the paladins ask, as long as its in his price range and safe, much to keith’s dislike. The ultimate dad.

hunk likes to make hand-crafted things for each paladin, but not usually things they’d necessarily want, so all the ornaments and picture frames he crafts are left in the living and dining room to look at all year

pidge is mostly too broke and cant drive so she’ll update everyones technology and maybe get gift cards

keith doesn’t listen to what everyone wants and basically buys them all weapons- Shiro freaks out and tries to return it. He gets a special present for pidge thats all cryptid related and they’ll stay up all christmas geeking out over it.

lance likes to get a present that’ll please everyone so he’ll get multiplayer games or go all out and get a trampoline.

feel free to add on!

- you’ve been taking care of me my whole life

a/n : guess who’s back!! i’ve actually realised that writing makes me really happy and it’s something i really enjoy so i’m going to try and do lots of it and write loads and yeah. anyway here’s a super quick fluffy archie drabble that its kind of an au for when him and reggie get in the fight and yeah i just really love kj basically 

word count : 679

{archie andrews x reader}

Originally posted by archic-andrews

You’d heard it on your way to your locker. The chants and shouts. You quickly traced the sound to the common room where you saw everyone crowding round the vending machine; the glass smashed. You quickly ran in to find out what was happening.You skidded to a halt as your brain tried to process what was happening. Moose was attempting to hold back an extremely agitated Reggie; Jughead was stood in the corner with a mix of fear and shock plastered on his face; Veronica, Betty and Kevin were all sporting a look of surprise, and a number of other students were craning their necks to get a better view of whatever was going on. You slung your backpack on one of the chairs and tried to see what everyone was looking at. You stood next to Kevin who jolted at your presence.

“Kev, what’s happening?” You questioned, his expression causing your stomach to swirl with angst. Suddenly Moose pushed Reggie to the door, bumping your shoulder slightly as the angry football players started to disperse. You let out a small huff before turning back to Kevin to get some answers; but not before you saw the all to familiar head of red hair of your best friend on the floor. A wave of dread washed over you, your face dropping. You rushed forward and crouched down in front of him. 

“Arch!” you said as calmly as you could, which proved to be more difficult than you’d anticipated. He had his hand cupping his face, a pained groan escaping his lips. You placed your hand on his shoulders and helped him sit up. He sat slumped against the now broken vending machine. You moved around so you were crouched in between his legs, your eyes meeting one of his dark pained orbs. You slowly reached your hand up to his and pulled it down. His cheek and eye were a fiery red, almost as bright as his hair, causing you to gasp. He gave you a desperate stare, almost pleading for you not to judge him. “Come on,” you whispered standing up and grabbing his bag and yours. “Let’s go home and get some ice’ you said as you extended your hand to help him up. He took it sheepishly as you both left the room, the stares of your friends on your backs.

“Ow” Archie hissed as you attempted to press the ice to his eye, which was starting to turn an alarming share of purple. You pulled your hand back slightly, not wanting to cause him anymore pain than he was currently in. You let out a small chuckle, placing the ice pack into his hand.

“Just put it on your eye you big baby,” you teased, attempting to make him feel better. He gave you a spirited smirk; a thank you almost. You let out another giggle as you turned around to get your phone from your bag. When you turned back around you saw that Archie had taken the ice away from his eye. Again. “Arch,” you exasperated at his disobedience. A bright grin adorned his face, the corners of his eyes creasing as he chuckled. You walked back over to him and placed your hand over his, guided the ice back to his swollen eye. You held each others gaze and stood in silence, both secretly not wanting to let go. 

“Thank you for taking care of me” he whispered timidly, his eyes still not leaving yours. You felt a blush form on your cheeks and you smiled. Then, in the heat of the moment, you closed your eyes and pecked him lightly on the lips; soft under yours for the brief moment they were connected. You opened your eyes to find him smiling widely, his eyes filled with affection. 

“You’ve been taking care of me my whole life,” you whispered fondly, pushing back a wisp of red hair that had fallen over his eyes. And all at once history seemed to repeat itself as he brought his lips to yours once more.

Bonus OT3 Drabble: Slinky

[Masterlist]

This. This is entirely the fault of @blackkatmagic and @nellynee, and this ask-post over on blackkat’s blog. Because I just cannot resist the challenge of ‘why break up one ship for another when you can have both as a healthy triad?’ So I wrote it, even though I never actually got far enough to meet two-thirds of this ship in canon, and most of the characterisation is based on blackkat’s fics (although probably not half so good as hers).

Because really, who could resist this; “Spunky young power couple seduces village creepy shut in. Everyone is confused.

OT3 for this prompt: Minato/Orochimaru/Kushina from Naruto.

“If I have to sit and listen to you gabbing on about weird obscure jutsu, then I’m going to do it over ramen, you know!” Teuchi smiled at the sound of his best customer approaching the restaurant, presumably with her boyfriend in tow. Sure enough, when Kushina pushed the curtain aside, she was preceded into the restaurant by a sheepish looking Minato. Kushina followed, pulling another man in after them by the wrist.

The redheaded jounin manhandled Konoha’s own snake sannin into the seat next to Minato, then plonked herself down in the seat on Orochimaru’s other side. “You didn’t have to sit and listen.” The man snapped at Kushina, clearly very annoyed with her. “We are quite capable of holding a conversation without you.”

Kushina scoffed at him, flapping a hand. “Please. Minato wouldn’t know what to do with you if I left the two of you alone for more than five minutes, you know.” Orochimaru failed to come up with a retort, looking baffled and irritated in equal measure.

Minato, on the other hand, turned very red and started spluttering. “That’s not- You can’t just- What are you- Kushina!” The last word came out as a whine, and Minato dropped his head against the counter.

“Don’t be such a ditz, pretty boy.” Kushina chided, and then turned to Teuchi before Minato could respond. “The usual, please, Teuchi-san! Plus whatever this awkward turtle wants.” She nudged Orochimaru with her elbow to indicate who she meant. It was a good thing she had, because ‘awkward turtle’ was not a descriptor Teuchi would ever have applied to him on his own. He started cooking up Kushina and Minato’s usual, even as he raised an eyebrow at Orochimaru.

Orochimaru ignored him in favour of glaring at Kushina. “He’ll have the shoyu tamago ramen with extra eggs.” Minato put in, recovering from embarrassment as fast as he ever did. It was a good thing he could do that, Teuchi thought, since he was dating someone like Kushina, who got a kick out of embarrassing people.

Orochimaru switched his glare to Minato. “I don’t recall asking you to order for me.”

“Did I get it wrong?” Minato asked, caught somewhere between innocent and smug. Obviously he hadn’t, because Orochimaru looked twice as likely to murder him, but conspicuously didn’t say a word. Minato beamed like the sunrise. “So, you were explaining the connection between space-time seals and blood jutsu?” He prompted brightly. Orochimaru sighed heavily, but answered with a long explanation that went entirely over Teuchi’s head. It clearly didn’t go over Minato’s head, because he was staring in rapt attention as Orochimaru talked, in a way that made Teuchi feel oddly like he was intruding on something private.

He served up their ramen, and was not surprised when Minato and Orochimaru mostly ignored theirs in favour of their discussion. He was surprised when it took Kushina several seconds to lift her cheek off her fist and stop staring at them long enough to start scarfing down her usual three bowls of ramen. She caught his look the first time she came up for air, and shrugged unrepentantly. “What? They’re total dorks, you know, but they’re my dorks now.

Orochimaru choked on his first bite of ramen. “Excuse me?” He demanded.

“Well, you are, aren’t you?” Kushina asked, smirking. “We’re a package deal, slinky; buy one get one free. If you want to get some this evening, instead of just staring at Minato like he’s a prime steak and you’re starving, you’re going to have to learn to dance with both of us, you know.” She paused, her smirk slowly unfurling into a predatory grin with far too many teeth. “Last chance to run screaming.”

The stunned look on Orochimaru’s face turned, once again, to murderous annoyance. “I think I should be saying that to you.” He hissed, leaning forward into her personal space to loom over her. Teuchi was a bit worried, although on whose behalf he wasn’t quite sure.

Kushina laughed, and shocked just about everybody when she closed the distance between them and kissed him. Minato whimpered quietly, staring at them with his mouth hanging open, while Teuchi was just trying to figure out when the world had gone insane. Kushina drew back looking infinitely smug. “Bring it on.”

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.”

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Bokuto and Akaashi + Beach or Winter

The snow came down in the middle of the night, and slowed to a light sprinkle by morning. Bokuto, of course, is the first one up, and is already by the window laughing with delight and calling Keiji to come and take a picture.

“It’s so beautiful!”

“You’ve seen snow before,” Keiji reminds him. He dutifully taps the camera app on his phone, stifling a yawn while he waits for it to load. 

“Yeah, but this is my first time waking up to snowfall with you!”

Just like that, there’s a blush staining Keiji’s cheeks. Bokuto doesn’t even notice, eyes glued to the vision of sugar-white on the other side of the windows. Biting his lips to keep from smiling too hard, Keiji busies himself with finding the perfect angle for a photo.

“Let’s go out and make snow angels, ‘Kaashi!”

Keiji takes a shot with an excited Bokuto-blur in the corner. He doesn’t resist when Bokuto tugs on his arm, chattering away about all the snow-related traditions he used to do as a kid, and now he gets to do it with Akaashi, so it’ll be doubly special and awesome! Keiji listens indulgently, even though when Bokuto is too excited his words jumble up and it’s a little hard to decipher his meaning. But even after years of this tireless energy, Keiji still finds himself drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It’s familiar. Grounding. Reminds him he is real, he is here, he is happy, even when the world quiets because of a blanket of snow.

“’Kaashi, wait!”

Keiji looks up just as Bokuto winds his scarf around Keiji’s neck. Keiji’s wearing more layers than Bokuto, but the taller man has always run at a higher temperature. Idiots don’t catch colds, is what Keiji’s mother used to say, but Keiji doesn’t think Bokuto’s an idiot. Most days, Keiji thinks Bokuto is a god-given gift, dressed as a bumbling boisterous whirlwind of a man.

“There,” Bokuto grins. “Now you’re all warm.”

Keiji hums, looking at the other thoughtfully. He reaches out, stopping Bokuto from opening the door. “Wait. One more thing to keep me warm,” says Keiji, and he leans up just the slightest bit, stealing a quick kiss. When he pulls away, there’s a flush in Bokuto’s cheeks that have nothing to do with the snow.

Keiji doesn’t bother holding back his smile this time.


send me a prompt and i’ll write you something!

A Señor Bun Drabble

Jack’s free weekends are rare, so he’d come up to Samwell even though Bitty has a test on Monday. It’s a quiet togetherness, Jack bringing him food and reminding him to take stretch breaks while he studies, but it’s nice. It’s well past Jack’s freakishly early bedtime now though, and a quiet snore pulls Bitty’s attention away from his book.

He looks over his shoulder and has to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing, because there, curled up on his side on the bed, is his giant, NHL-player boyfriend clutching Bitty’s stuffed bunny to his chest.

IMMORTAL SIGHT:: SHO’JIN

The dragons of Ionia used to roam the land freely. They were undisputed, the reigning powers of Ionia. It was through their will that the land was shaped. Dragon’s fire and raw power were the tools they used to forge Ionia as they saw fit. Since the dawn of man, the sightings of Dragons steadily dwindled.

The dragons of Ionia soon became extinct.

Lee Sin walked through the halls of the Shojin monastery during the loneliest hours of the night. Sleep escaped him. Troubled thoughts, thoughts that couldn’t be repressed through intense meditation kept him awake. It became ritual for Lee to walk these halls when unrest plagued him. As he walked, his fingers dragged along the wall. It was out of habit rather than need, and memories of his first time walking through these halls as a teenager flickered through his mind.

‘How much has changed since then…’

(Before the war, before the demon and before the murder of Kusho.)

… Too much.’

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Jimin Drabble - Angst

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Anonymous said: you’re growing so fast >///< congrats! may i ask for an angsty drabble with numbers 63 and 61 for jimin?? its a bit specific, though hopefully we have the same thing in mind for number 63! thank you so much in advance!

Thank you sweetie!! I’m still in shock tbh, we’re actually almost at 3k now, we’re at 2,942 followers o-o How?? I’m honestly really grateful though, thank you everyone for reading my stuff! cx

I think I know what you had in mind for this, although I’m not sure if I got it the right way around, I hope this is what you were thinking though! I haven’t written anything that was purely angst before, so as always, feedback is much appreciated!!

(I pretty much wrote this listening to Yoongi’s mixtape + First Love, definitely put me in the right mood for this ;-;)

Genre: Angst

Word count: 920


#61: “Stop looking at me like that.”

#63: “Have you seen the…? Oh.”


You and Jimin were currently in a rocky time of your relationship. Everything had began to go downhill; you were past the phase of sunshine and rainbows, the “honeymoon phase.” At this point, the two of you seemed to be desperately holding on to the relationship by a single thread, a single stitch that was ready to burst at anytime. You had tried time and time again to mend the tear, only for the stitches to come undone once again, and once again you found yourselves hanging by that same thread.

It had been a month since the constant fighting started. The constant rows the two of you had. It always ended in one of you storming out in a blind rage, the other left curled up on the couch, a endless river of tears spilling from their eyes. Perhaps the two of you should’ve went your separate ways at this point. It might have saved the two of you the hurt and betrayal that was later to come. But the truth was you still cared for each other. The feelings were still there, you didn’t want to leave the relationship you had built together so carefully, as much as it hurt to stay.

The lack of communication between the two of you had only made it worse. Jimin was spending an increasing amount of time at the practice room; furiously practicing and practicing until his knees threatened to give in, and yet he still powered through, needing a distraction from the melancholy atmosphere he knew he would eventually have to return to. 

The other boys noticed, the fans noticed. Jimin was no longer his usual cheery self; he became quieter and quieter, day after day dark circles becoming darker and heavier, until he found he could no longer bring himself to even force a smile, his lips constantly curled downwards, his heart torn in two from the inner turmoil he went through everyday and every night.

The constant loneliness began to consume you, shrouding you entirely. Every night Jimin would return and retreat to the living room, giving into the peacefulness of sleep as soon as his head hit the surface of the couch. Every night you lay in your bedroom, clutching the sheets tight in your hand, your knuckles turning white from how tight you held them, tears spilling from your eyes until there was nothing left. Every night. You couldn’t do this anymore. Eventually, you lead yourself to do something you never thought you’d do in a million years.

One fateful night, Jimin quietly left himself in, his forehead glistening with a thin sheet of sweat from another painfully long day of practice, his bag hung loosely over his shoulder. He was greeted by silence as always; your lively greetings long become something of the past. Aside from the very faint sound of shuffling coming from the upstairs room, there was nothing. He couldn’t lie and say that his heart hadn’t jumped a little after entering, a sliver of hope that you’d run down and throw your arms around him. But, as always, there was nothing.

Shuffling into the living room, his eyes scanned the room for the remote to the TV - maybe he could distract himself with yet another rerun of some show - but to no avail. “(Y/N)?” He called out, his cold tone laced with a hint of hope, but only to be met with silence yet again, and the continued sound of shuffling, a thud as something hit the floor.

Deciding it couldn’t hurt to at least ask you for the remote - though he suspected it would somehow erupt into yet another argument as always - he began to trudge up the stairs, the constant shuffling sound becoming louder, more frantic, and naturally, his curiosity piqued slightly.

Pausing outside what was once your shared bedroom for a second, pushing the door open. He asked as he stepped in, Have you seen the…? Oh.” The sight that he was met with stopped him mid-sentence, the words suddenly caught in his throat. He couldn’t look away; you frantically trying to pull the sheets over yourself, a man desperately to clothe himself under the covers, before shoving past Jimin harshly as he ran out. The hurt that flashed across Jimin’s face filled your heart with the utmost regret at your careless actions. You knew how insecure Jimin could be at times, and so you feared for what you had done to his self-esteem, his emotions, his trust.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You garbled, your eyes tried so desperately to avoid Jimin’s stare, knowing that if you looked him straight in the eyes, in his eyes that were filled with nothing but sadness and hurt. Not anger, not fire, simply sadness and disappointment. A single tear rolled down the expanse of his face, soon followed by an unbroken, silent stream of tears. And so, with that, he turned on his heels, walking back out without a single word, pausing only to grab a few of his important things.

He left you, sobbing your heart out, your eyes red and puffy from the constant tears that you couldn’t stop. You punched the mattress over and over again; angry at yourself for doing this, angry at yourself for betraying Jimin like this. You wished he would shout at you, hit you, something. And yet there was nothing. You were shrouded once again by darkness, and silence, knowing you would never be able to forgive yourself.

Tricks - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Words: 594
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Warnings: none, probably kinda cringe tho
Requested: no
Authors Note: so since im binge writing for my series I decided to write a little drabble to at least get somehting out today. (it’s a bit longer than a normal drabble but ya feel). I got the prompt “Can you be romantic for once?” from THIS PROMPT LIST! and its a great list tbh i love it. so, here it is. (im really not feeling like myself tonight and this took me so much longer to write than imagined, so I hope it actually turned out okay)

Masterlist

You walked through the halls of the Avengers facility, shouting the name of your boyfriend. He seemed to be nowhere, and you hadn’t seen him for days. “Tony, have you seen Loki?” You asked.

“I don’t pay attention to him as it is,” Tony shrugged, leaving you standing aimlessly in the hallway.

Before Loki helped Thor and you in The Dark World, you were sure he was going to try to destroy any world he wanted. But after he met you, he was determined to change his ways so he could try to have a better life. He fell for you hard, and if that meant “doing time” on Midgard, he was all for it. He did miss Asgard, but having you with him on the strange Earth made him bare it a bit more.

It took him a while to get you to go out with him, but eventually, you agreed to a date That quickly led to more dates, and something more. He had his cute and romantic moments, but recently, he has barely been sweet at all. He’s been all about tricks and playing jokes, something that made you upset. And with him missing, it only made you angrier.

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The train- Isaac imagine

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Request:
Can you do an IsaacxReader, with something similar to what happened to Aria on the Halloween train and the pack save her and Isaac kisses the reader and vows to protect her?

A/N: I can’t really remember what happened to aria so I wrote this instead. Warning its sooooooo long, took me ages to write but I actually had a lot of fun writing it! Enjoy xxxxx

Words: 2283


On a cold day in the middle of winter, you found yourself covered in blood, stood on the platform of a train station. You didn’t recognise anyone around you, everyone had gone all out on their costumes. You had chosen to go as a zombie hunter with Isaac, your boyfriend, going as the zombie. On the run up to the event, you had had many discussions with him about it. He would always argue that he would make a better zombie hunter, yet you showed him with a few martial arts moves that you would be the better choice.

You received a text message as you waited, the timer until the train arrived at the platform reaching zero. The message was, of course, from Isaac. He was somewhere further down the platform with Brett, Scott and Kira and would find you once everyone was on the train.

The train was painted a shimmering black with silver details. Heavy smoke poured out of the front, almost blocking out the light from the moon. The carriages were dark as the train pulled up, the glass in the windows covered.

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au for @everythingelsegoesherethen: dean winchester owns the marauders’ map and uses it to make sure he and castiel always ‘accidentally’ meet at strange times.

Since he became a Prefect at the beginning of his fifth year, Castiel Novak has dealt with a lot of troublemakers who clearly just haven’t read the Hogwarts rulebook.

Dean Winchester is not one of these.

Dean Winchester is clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s read the handbook and

And he never, ever gets caught.

Which is why Castiel is confused when he apprehends Dean for the third time in a month, trying unsuccessfully to get into a secret passage out of the school that Cas /knows he knows exactly how to access. And yet he’s tapping all over the one-eyes witch with his wand, cluelessly trying every combination of “Let me in!” that he can, acting for all the world as though he’s under some kind of Confundus charm.

He turns the light of his wand on Dean, and Dean turns around, doing a very good job of pretending to be startled.

“Dean Winchester?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy grins, blushing and looking down at the floor but not seeming at all upset that he’s just been caught breaking five school rules at once.

“Yes, well, you’re out of bed after lights out, you’re messing with school property and you’re using magic in the corridors.” Cas is a little flustered and he can’t even explain why, but he still manages to tick at least some of the offenses off on his fingers.

“I /am? Oh, man, Cas, I’m so sorry. And I promise you it won’t happen again.” Dean is all mock-apologetic as he claps Cas on the shoulder and starts to walk away down the corridor.

“F-five points from Gryffindor!” Cas calls after him in a shaky voice.

This becomes a recurring problem. The following week, Cas runs into Dean in the restricted section of the library without a note giving him permission to be there. A few days later, he catches Dean in the act when he’s just about to set off a whole box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes fireworks. Another time, he finds Dean on the Quidditch pitch after dark when it’s supposed to be locked up, flying loops just to show off. Sometime after that, Cas goes to take a bath in the Prefects’ bathroom at the end of a long day, and he finds the tub already overflowing with bubbles, Dean in a pair of red swimming shorts lazily swimming laps.

And for some reason it’s always harder for Cas to keep his cool around Dean that it is around anyone else. Usually he’ll dole out detentions without even blinking;the whole school respecting his authority, but something about this kid has him barely remembering the name of the red and gold house that he’s supposed to be taking points from. It /irks him, because he was given the Prefect position for a /reason, and he’s supposed to be unbiased and impartial and above such things.

After all this has been going on for a good few months, and Cas is no closer to figuring out what exactly is going on in Dean Winchester’s unfairly pretty head, he finds a piece of parchment on the floor. It’s on his normal patrol route, but not on a main corridor - it’s on one of the back routes that only Cas is responsible for walking down on his shift after lights out. It’s placed right in the middle of the corridor where Cas is guaranteed to see it. Almost as though it was left especially for him.

He picks it up. It looks blank at first, but when he unfolds it, he sees that it’s a map - an incredibly detailed map of the whole of Hogwarts castle, every room drawn, Cas believes, perfectly to scale, labelled in calligraphy, every secret passage and hidden entryway marked. Not only that, but the map is enchanted, constantly moving, staircases twisting their way through the halls in what Cas suspects is real time, and most importantly of all, tiny sets of footprints making their way through the castle halls, each with a name attached to them. Cas spots his own name next to his own footprints, which are still in the exact spot that he’s in.

He takes a step forward, and the footprints move with him.

Most of the spots are clustered in the common rooms and dormitories at this time of night; just a few Prefects and professors wandering up and down the corridors. But Cas has a sneaking suspicion he knows who this map belongs to, and the person doesn’t seem to be in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitories where he should be. Against his will, Cas finds his eyes skating over the map, looking for the potential offender.

Dean Winchester’s spot is pacing the Tallest Astronomy Tower.

Of course, none of this necessarily means that the map /actually corresponds to where people actually are. It could just be an example. Could be everyone is placed randomly and doesn’t move, no matter where they really are.

Which, of course, explains why Cas is already walking purposefully towards the Astronomy tower, taking each set of stairs two at a time, checking the map every few seconds to make sure Dean is still in the same place.

He reaches the door to the tower, and he’s not even completely conscious of why he’s doing it, but he runs a hand through his hair to fluff it up and he straightens his blue and bronze tie before he walks inside.

Dean’s there, as predicted, no longer pacing but standing in the center of the room - waiting for him? The tower is open to the heavens - not like the Great Hall, not like an enchanted version of the sky, but actually open, the summer night stars glinting down and reflecting off of magical lights that have been conjured and left to hover all around the edge of the circular tower room, a light breeze ruffling Cas’ robes as he steps towards Dean, noticing that the usually bare wooden floor is scattered with large, puffy gold and bronze cushions.

Cas holds out the map. “I think this is yours.”

Dean takes it from him, not at all surprised to see Cas there. “Don’t think it’s really anyone’s. Thing kind of has a mind of its own. But yes, I’ve been using it for a while.”

“Tell me something?” Cas asks. “You just admitted this is yours. With this you can see anyone coming at any time, you can always stay one step ahead of any professor or prefect, you never have to get found out by anyone. But you keep letting me catch you. Why?“

"That depends,” Dean says with a smirk. “Why’d you bring the map back instead of handing it into a professor? Seems like it’s a contraband object. Seems like I /should get in trouble.”

Cas opened his mouth to retort to that, but realized he didn’t have anything to say. Why /had he come here? Dean was right, after all. His first instinct, as a Prefect with designs on Head Boy at some point in the future, should have been to turn the object over to a member of staff. His mind shouldn’t even necessarily have jumped to Dean. But it had, and now he was here.

“Alright. That aside, why’d you wait for me? Why’d you pick a specific place, here, that you have /no reason to be and just pace around hoping I’d show up to find you?”

Dean spluttered, but quickly recovered. “Why’d you look for me on the map? Why’d you stare at it for so long that you saw where I was in the first place?”

“Why’d you decorate? The stars, the lights, the cushions? Why’d you set this all up for a special occasion?”

They stared at each other for a while, breathing heavily, waiting for the other one to be the first to break.

Cas cracked, and Dean gave up at the same moment, and then he both of them were lunging towards each other, Dean grabbing Cas by the tie he’d just straightened, pulling it askew, Cas fisting both of his hands in Dean’s robes, both yanking the other towards them, crashing their lips together so hard that it was almost painful when they met, their bodies falling into each other, their teeth clashing and their noses bumping and when they pull apart, they both tumble down onto the pile of cushions they’ve set up and /now Cas understands why they’re there, /now it makes sense because their landing is soft and they can reach for each other again immediately, both of them lying on their sides in the heap of fluffy pillows, kissing each other over and over and over again, each one making their lips tingle. Over time, as they grow used to the feeling, the kisses become slower, softer, more languid, and the hooded eyes when they pull away from each other are less from desire and more from tiredness, and they’re both sure they’d be happy to sleep here.

"So, what? You’ve been risking detention and house points for Gryffindor and your reputation as someone who never gets caught just to… just to get my attention?” Cas asks finally, propping himself up on one elbow.

Dean tugs him back down and kisses him again. “Well, you’re risking your Prefect position right now. But I feel like you always have to risk a little something to get the best things in life.”

And between holding hands on long walks by the lake, between screaming themselves hoarse together at Quidditch matches, between feeding each other Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans while studying in the library, and between many, many more long nights in the Astronomy tower, Cas learns that as frustrating and complicated as he is; Dean is definitely one of the best things in his life.

Scorbus fic that I won’t use

i’ve just written 3.4k words of fic and i genuinely cant use any of it because its all pointless pre-amble to the fic i was actually going to write so here is some of the random shreds from the cutting room floor that i don’t hate

Christmas at the Manor - Established relationship Scorbus both in their early 20s.They both live at the manor and it’s Christmas eve/ Christmas morning

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anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I am so happy about this new blog and I hope for its success. 🎈🎉❤❤ I would love to request a naughty prince, Jinyoung drabble. Thank youuuu

Hello, doll! :) Admin Dream here~
Glad to have your support! ♥ The admins and I were a bit unsure about your prince Jinyoung request because we weren’t sure if you were referring to him using his nickname or if you were requesting an actual Prince!Jinyoung au.
Soooo, long story short: I wrote both lol and they’re not even drabbles really, they’re a bit on the longer side. I will post them both here under the read more/keep reading line. Enjoy! :D

Study Break

Genre: Smut/suggestive

The silence hung heavy in the spacious room, only interrupted by the occasional rustling of pages or the few words exchanged quietly between people. You glanced over at the lower corner of your laptop screen to check the time. 6:41pm. As you looked right next to you on your right, you saw your boyfriend Jinyoung intently reading through the English literature book in front of him. It was midterms time and the library was often crowded with students cramming every single bit of material they could for that important test that counted for a good chunk of the final grade.

You guys had picked the table at the farthest side of the library close to the archaeology section where almost no one went because Jinyoung needed absolute peace and quiet when studying. You both had been there for the past five hours and counting, the stiffness in your bodies vouching for the long time spent sitting down with a myriad of papers, pens, and material spread over the table.
As you were typing away on your laptop for your presentation, you heard Jinyoung put his book down, a quiet yawn escaping his lips. You stopped your work to reach over and gently rub his neck, your fingers applying soft pressure on his stiff neck muscles, occasionally caressing the soft baby hairs at the nape.

“Tired, sweetie?”, you whispered to him as he rubbed his eyes lazily.

“Yeah. But I need to get this done regardless. It is actually a quite interesting reading”, he replied turning towards you and you smiled at him encouragingly.

You loved how eager to learn he was, treasuring every single bit of knowledge he could acquire. You also knew that this came with a certain amount of stress more so for him because of how seriously he took school. He always valued a good education so he always aimed for the best when studying no matter how small or demanding the assignment.

He took the hand you were caressing his neck with in his hand and held it locking fingers with yours under the table as you went back to your computer screen shortly after. He idly stroke the back of your hand with his thumb as he opend the book again with his free hand and placed it face up in front of him as he kept on reading his text.

A few minutes went by when you registered with a small part of your mind Jinyoung placing your tangled fingers on his lap, but you didn’t pay it much attention. Then, he brought your hand higher up until your palm found the semi hard bulge in his pants. You looked at your boyfriend, your eyes wide with shock. He had never been this public when it came to sexual stuff. However, he kept his gaze fixed on the pages in front of him as if nothing happened, the seemingly oblivious expression betrayed by a knowing smirk playing on his lips. You tried to keep a neutral face as he kept using your hand to stroke himself through the fabric of his pants despite the dampness forming in your own underwear. He had grown completely hard now; his free hand had grabbed the book to raise it in front of his face as he tried to hide the expression of pleasure that was threatening to betray his calm facade. His lips were slightly parted, his breath coming out of them in short and shallow intervals; his eyes were clouded and out focus, not really seeing the words printed in black ink over the white paper. Suddenly, his hips started rocking slightly back and forth craving that deeper friction and you had to squeeze your legs together at the sight of him in such a state. He looked like sin itself despite the setting you were currently in, and you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip to hold back a small whine.

Gradually, he slowed down the movement of your hand until he stopped completely before quickly getting up and walking away. You sat there confused at his sudden movement, yet aroused by what just happened.
Shortly after, your phone buzzed on the table and you unlocked your screen reading through the text before a smirk appeared on your lips.

“Meet me at the end of the archaeology section close to the emergency exit. I think we both deserve a little study break ;)

aracanabreaks  asked:

A temporarily blind Astrid Drabble?

A/N: Holy heck. I am, so terribly sorry that this took me so long to put out!!! I found it and decided to rewrite it aaaand,,, Well, this was the result! I’m so sorry that it took me forever to post this, @aracanabraeks​!! :’)

(I think this one might be a little heavier than what I usually write? I’m not entirely sure, but I feel as if it’s necessary to note that it’s not super light and fluffy, or anything!)


Blink

 “Most of the hindrances that you and your friends cause me are generally… unseen. And as the saying goes–an eye for an eye, no?” He’d said. “You needn’t worry, however. I’ve decided to be merciful by letting you keep them, at the very least. How useful they’ll be to you is simply… undetermined.”

There was no ultimatum, no ulterior motive–Viggo wanted revenge for the Riders’ last stunt: the destruction of his marble stronghold. The entire purpose of kidnapping Astrid was for the sake of making a point. For the sake of getting even.

He made a formidable adversary, and part of that was due to the fact that he wasn’t afraid to employ tactics heavier on the… unscrupulous side… in order to get what he wanted.

The fact that he so casually brought the Scourge of Odin back down upon the Barbaric Archipelago was proof enough, but yet another one of methods he utilized revolved around the fact that prolonged and close-range exposure to an Armorwing’s flame resulted in (supposedly temporary) blindness–to both dragon and viking.

Such exposure was appropriately classified as torture.

…And in both cases of blatant inhumanity, Astrid was a victim without a choice.

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The Knight and the Fool: Pt. 1

The golden glow of sunset winked in through the door of the tavern every time it swung open; if you looked slantways at the sunlight and ignored your chilled fingers, you could almost pretend it was well and truly spring.  For once, Rask wasn’t to be found at the Pig’s bar, but rather the small table underneath the stairs, back to the wall and hood drawn over his face.  His eyes were closed for this brief moment as his hands moved in circular motions over the pile of cards in front of him, rummaging them further into disarray.

The old wives called it ‘washing’ the deck; anyone waiting on a game of cards would call it a stupid waste of time.  Rask could do several fun shuffling tricks with a deck of cards, but no one sat around him eagerly awaiting a diversion, and this particular set was not for tricks or amusement.  He re-opened his eyes as he began to pull the deck back into one pile, fingers appreciating the unusual sturdiness of the brown-backed cards, and eyes sliding over the familiar rounded and fox-eared edges that told only a fraction of their age.

‘They won’t tell yer future,’ he’d drawl at anyone who asked.  ‘Jus’ a silly way ta pass tha time; you can glean almost anythin’ from ‘em, after all.’  But he knew this was another of his partial lies; the cards always worked for him.

The deck neatly arranged, he pulled a card one by one from the top, placing them face down in a neat row of seven.  Each represented a different aspect of his current path: the Past, the Present, the Subconscious; then the look outward at Obstacles, and the Environment; and finally, the answers to questions What Should Be Done and What Might Come to Pass.

He took a breath, hand hesitating briefly before deliberately flipping over the first, revealing the King of Wands, which winked gold in the sunlight from the door.  A smirk broke unbidden across Rask’s face, cracking its prior solemnity.  The card represented a charismatic man; a charmer, full of the energy of life, whose witty radiance drew people in like the sun.  “Flatterer,” He muttered at the deck, pleased with the display and also with the fact the magic of the cards– dumb luck though it might have been– proved intact, even after all these years.

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drabble / fluffy & blushy;;

Yugyeom | 636 words
@nad-ias requested: Yugyeom + “You look really cute in that sweater.” + “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

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