#anyway if anyone wants to send me drabble prompts i'll for sure do them

[perseephoneee]

first time w/ Benedict Bridgerton pretty please 🙈 for your kinktober

kinktober 3 (benedict bridgerton x f!reader)

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content warnings: more of a drabble, public place, unprotected, sex before marriage (gasp!)

a/n: so you're probably wondering where i went! the gist is last week one of my best friends texted me that she wanted to talk but then postponed the talk for several days later (so i spent all of the week in anxiety). when we finally did talk, it was for her to say that she a) wasn't interested in hearing from me and b) that she wouldn't offer explanations and then basically broke up with me :) so I've spent most of the past several days sobbing. anyway, this is short and I'll be uploading prompt 4 as well today.

You were never good at following the rules. If you were, Benedict probably would’ve never noticed you, and you wouldn’t be in this situation. If you hadn’t been stealing food off of plates and sticking your tongue out at noblewomen as they turned away, Benedict wouldn’t have found you amusing and sought you out. You both wouldn’t have entered into a tenuous friendship and wouldn’t find yourself in a dark room with the second eldest Bridgerton, kissing like your life depended on it.

You were a scandal waiting to happen, that you were aware, but you couldn’t seem to care. His lips tasted of champagne, and his hands were gripping your waist, one dropping down to bunch up the skirts of your dress. He brought your leg up, letting himself press closer. There wasn’t a part of you that wasn’t touching, yet you yearned for more.

“Ben,” you breathed, breaking apart. “Take off my gown.” Benedict paused, looking at you with caution. “Are you sure? You’re an unmarried woman—”

“Who you have pulled into a dark room to fornicate with, we are past the pleasantries of society, and all I want is you,” you said, brushing your thumb over his cheek, your expression softening. “If you still want me, that is.”

“Darling,” Benedict grinned. “You’re all I want.”

He kissed you again, so much more tender than the fiery passion of before. He spun you around, making quick work of your gown and corset so you were left in your undergarments. Your fingers trembled as you undid his jerkin and tunic, but he covered your hand with his and helped you. You breathed out as his skin was revealed to you. You leaned in, kissing over his collarbone and the column of his throat. You felt Benedict take in a deep breath, hands grasping your hair as you kissed his neck. You started to resent that women were denied such a pleasure until marriage. Benedict pulled your head back, kissing you again, all tongue and teeth. You sighed, so lost in him that you weren’t fully aware of his hand bunching up your slip and brushing over your clothed mound.

“Drenched already,” Benedict chuckled. Your heart was beating fast as fingers dipped beneath the fabric. You let out a choked sound as he touched parts of you that had never been caressed that way before. Benedict helped hold you up as you felt yourself melt in his arms, the circular motions of his fingers sending tingles throughout your body. He lightly pushed a finger inside of you, going slowly as you adjusted to the foreign feeling. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you panted, Benedict caressing every inch of you as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. His breath was hot against your skin, and you were overwhelmed as a sudden feeling crashed over you. Everything in your body tightened and crested. You bit down on Benedict’s shoulder as you came, muffling the cry of his name for fear of someone finding you. He slowed, and when he removed his fingers, licking them clean with a wink, you recognized that there was never going to be anyone else for you than him. He brushed some of the loose hair away from your face. “Do you still want me?”

“Yes, very much so,” you sighed, lungs still remembering how to breathe. Benedict undid the ties on his trousers, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You let the wall hold your weight as he carefully pushed into you, letting out a shaky breath in the process. You bit your lip as you got used to the feeling of him, and he was kind enough not to move until you were ready. As he felt your muscles relax around him, he started to push in and out of you slowly. Benedict buried his face in your neck, whispering praises as he tried to control himself from taking you too roughly. You gripped his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to stifle your moans. When you came the second time, it was much more sudden, and you wrapped yourself around Benedict so you wouldn’t fall, fall, fall. Benedict came soon after you, cursing softly as you felt yourself become infinitely full. You loathed when he had to separate from you, kissing your forehead and cheek with the softness of a lover.

“I should probably ask for your hand in marriage now,” Benedict chuckled.

“Yes, I suppose you should, Lord Bridgerton,” you smiled coyly, kissing him so and feeling thankful that you wouldn’t be spending any more days without him.

[jeonqkooks]

a fluff drabble ; 37 & 50 w the supernova couple:(

ways to hold the sun | jjk

SUPERNOVA SERIES MASTERPOST

pairing: jungkook x f!reader prompts: "you wrote me a song?" + "this isn't adrenaline, i want to spend the rest of my life with you." rating: PG genre/warnings: established relationship, idol au; fluff, itty bitty angst (for the supernova peeps?! shocking :o); kissing, implied smut, jk rides a motorcycle, unedited bc yolo 🤷‍♀️ word count: 1.8k note: thank you so much anon for sending in this request!! i'm almost a year late to this but like i always say, better late than never right? lol. anyways, this request gave me the chance to wrap up their story with a neat little bow. i can't believe this is the last thing i'll write for supernova :( this series will always be one of my personal favorites and i'm so emo that i'm ending their story with this drabble. but, they'll always have a special, special place in my heart and i'll always love them <3

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

How do you hold the sun?

The answer is simple.

You hold him with two arms wrapped around his waist - tightly, because it feels like he holds your life in the palm of his hand. In more ways than one, he does.

You hated that motorcycle that he loved so much, calling it unsafe even though he isn't reckless at all. He may be a daredevil sometimes, and the most adventurous compared to his hyungs, but Jungkook would never neglect his safety. He returns home to you every day, that's always his number one priority.

He'd convinced you to let him take you out on his motorcycle today, to this spot he knows just outside of the city to watch the sunset together. You'd been against the idea at first, but it was a losing battle and you were all too aware of it. Once he'd whipped out a pout and big puppy dog eyes, you knew you'd cave.

Now, as you sit behind him, holding onto him like a koala as the bike moves smoothly along with the wind, you're glad that you'd agreed to let him do this. The city grows smaller, and it feels like all of your worries seem more and more insignificant - manageable, like something you could easily overcome - by the second, until the whole skyline can fit into one single frame.

It feels nice, hiding in plain sight. The ridiculously chunky helmets that sit securely on your heads shield you from any and all outsiders. You can squeeze him as tightly as you want even at the red lights, and he can hold your hand without the fear of being recognized. To anyone else, you're just two lovebirds and a license plate. Two people in love. It's the most normal thing in the world.

When you arrive at your destination and he takes off his helmet, the radiance of his grin almost knocks you off your axis. It's ever-bright, filled with so much happiness that could make you cry for some reason. You'll never understand how a person can be the entire universe, so wonderful and spectacular and magnificent, but he is. He always will be.

There's that one poem that you hold close to your heart. Sometimes, when you retrace the words in your mind, you think it must have been written for you and him. "We deserve a soft epilogue, my love," it reads. "We are good people and we've suffered enough."

You aren't sure if you're a good person, but as he kisses you with so much love that must rival any other love in all of history, you think you do deserve a soft epilogue.

Your mother often says that good things should be repeated three times.

You and him.

You and him.

You and him.

How do you hold the sun?

You hold him with your fingers intertwined with his, a soft smile on your face, and dozens of polaroids scattered across the floor.

"Just one more," Jungkook says, reaching for the purple Instax again.

"Stop!" you laugh, lightly pushing him away when he tries to point the lens in your direction. "You've said that twenty times in the last two hours."

This is a new hobby that he's taken up. Ever since Hoseok gifted him the damn camera, it's all that Jungkook has been doing. To say that he was obsessed would probably be an understatement. He snaps photos of everything and nothing, of his meals whenever you draw a heart on his plate with the mayonnaise, of the crescent moon outside the window at night, of himself as he makes silly faces at the camera.

But most of all, he takes photos of you.

He keeps so many of them in his wallet that the stack of polaroids dedicated to you is thicker than all of his cash, which is to say that there's a lot. He keeps one in the pocket of every coat, because he said every time he reaches inside for warmth and finds a piece of you there, it makes him smile and forget that he's even cold at all. You'd nearly melted when he told you that. It was so earnest and pure that it almost made you feel guilty for ever thinking there'd come a day where the adoration he had for you could fill anything less than the sky.

"Please?" Jungkook pouts, before pulling you closer and kissing your cheek sweetly. "I need just one more for my new coat."

At this point, it's not a matter of having enough polaroids for his coats anymore. It's a matter of having enough coats for his polaroids.

You roll your eyes with playful endearment, but you allow him regardless. It shoots pure serotonin through your veins when he grins. He lets go of your hands to hold the camera, immortalizing the grin that you mimic, a contented sigh leaving him as he takes the shot. He tells you he loves you afterward, like it's such a privilege to be able to have you at all.

No one ever warns you that when the sun holds you back, your heart will feel so full that it might just stop beating altogether.

How do you hold the sun?

You hold him with your face tucked safely in the crook of his neck, his arm around your body, rubbing odd patterns on your bare back.

You're both calming down from the hour-long session of twisting around in the sheets on a lazy Sunday morning, your only witness being the sunlight that creeps in through the slit between your curtains. Jungkook hums a tune that you're unfamiliar with, and the soft vibration of his chest almost lulls you to sleep again.

"What song is that?" you mumble, your eyes fluttering close.

"Your song."

"Hmm?" You don't quite register what his answer, you already have one foot in dreamland already. "My song?"

"Wrote it for you."

And suddenly, just like that, you're wide awake.

He presses an absentminded kiss against your hair, like this is all just common information.

"Huh?" You push yourself up to prop your upper body on one elbow, looking down at him with a slight frown. "You wrote a song for me?"

"Yeah," he chuckles at your reaction. His other hand that isn't touching your back comes up to brush your hair away from your face, tucking it delicately behind your ear. If you weren't too focused on a different issue, you would blush, even though this is something he's done a million times. "I wrote a song for you."

"Be serious."

"I am serious."

"How?" you ask, unbelieving. "When? Why?"

"What do you mean how? It's literally my job," he laughs, pulling you flush against his body again. "Why? Because I love you. When? I started writing it after we first met."

"Jungkook," you breathe, full of teary-eyed affection as you press a kiss to his jawline, his neck, the top of his shoulder, anywhere you can reach while he's embracing you this tightly.

You repeat his name three times, then three more, then three more, until you're a broken record and he has to shush you with a kiss, one that makes your knees buckle even though you're already lying in bed.

If the world wanted to take him away from you again, you really wouldn't be able to survive. So you hold him desperately, thinking that you never want to let him go. Praying that the world will let you keep him this time.

How do you hold the sun?

You hold him with all your might, even though you're blinded by how bright he shines. Even though he's the source of all life, and you're just a flickering light that can be snuffed out at any moment.

You're always the first person that he looks for. He runs to you at full speed, picks you up with his arms around your waist and spins you around despite your flushed cheeks indicating embarrassment as everyone - the staff and his members included - chuckles fondly at the sight. You can still hear the crowd out there chanting their names, still buzzing with postshow excitement. Jungkook is buzzing too, that much is clear.

You know he misses this - the stage, the fans, the bond he shares with all the people that adore him. It's in his eyes, the way they sparkle so brilliantly that could put stars to shame. If you were any good with words, you would write whole novels about the light in his eyes.

He presses you against the wall while everybody else carries on with their business. You suppose they're used to this from the two of you. The staff hurries to clear the set, moving equipment from backstage to the vans outside so they could finally wrap up an exhausting day. The boys shuffle wordlessly to their dressing rooms to wind down, to bask in the high that only the stage could bring them.

Jungkook peppers kisses all over your face, his nose bumping your skin as he moves from your forehead to your cheek, the bridge of your nose, to your jawline, to your chin, to your lips. You giggle quietly as you let him shower you with affection, the palpable love seeping through every kiss.

That is, until he says something that makes you stop breathing completely.

"Marry me."

You stare at him, dumbfounded, as you try to make your brain work again. His chocolate orbs stare back at you, and it feels like looking at the night sky on a cloudless night to find the entire galaxy twinkling, smiling down at you. It's unfathomable how you could be loved by someone like him.

"Marry me. Please, marry me." he says again, his fingers caressing your face like you're the most precious being he's ever seen. Before you can open your mouth to answer him, he continues, "This isn't adrenaline. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

You know you're nothing compared to him who lies in the center of the universe. You will never be able to shine as brightly as he does, not even a fraction.

You know you're nothing compared to him, and yet, he revolves around you regardless. To the rest of the world, you're insignificant. You're merely a soul among billions of others. If you were to disappear one day, you don't think a lot of people would care.

But to him, you're everything. You're the reason he exists, you're his favorite person in the whole wide world, you're the only one who will ever have his heart, you're his soft epilogue. He doesn't dim his light for you, and he should never have to. Instead, he lifts you up. He makes you shine too, even if it's only the two of you who see it. It's only you and him, but it's more than enough. It's the only thing that matters.

So, the question remains: How do you hold the sun?

The answer, in the end, is simple.

You hold him with love.

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 25.06.23]

[onthewaytosomewhere]

ok so i was not gonna do this cuz last week's put me behind on things i should be working on but so many of these would be perfect drabbles or double drabbles and if my brain is prolly gonna simmer on them anyway then we might as well do this ...

thanks @tailsbeth-writes @suseagull04 for the tags this week!! 😘

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship, character or fandom for a ficlet. Have fun! [New Addition: Requests in on a Friday, ficlets posted when I can 😅] - wait I'm pretty sure the new addition was always the way it was lolz

it's a playlist on shuffle week, this week's prompts are song titles:

🔮 Cosmic Dancer 🍌 Slip Away 💁🏻 You Can't Always Get What You Want 👦🏻 dumb boy energy ✌🏻 Good People 💗 My Love ⬆️ It's the Way ✨ Make You Mine

I'll do RWRB or 911 any character or pairing ya wanna send my way i'll write ya a drabble or double drabble (maybe a triple but that's it!!)

so send me an ask with a character or pairing and get a lil drabble-y thing

tag ur it! @adreamareads @typicalopposite @tinyarmedtrex @caterpills @blueeyedgrlwrites

@priincebutt @thinkof-england @judasofsuburbia @piratefalls @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@taste-thewaste @forever-fixating @porcelainmortal

and since my brain isn't brain isn't brain-ing a huge open tag for anyone who wants to play along

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

hii teehee i just saw ppl asking for this and since im sick of the yangyang drought in here could you pls do ❛ i know how to keep my life and my crown. and i will. ❜ with yangyang?

YANGYANG DROUGHT LMFAOOO real I gotchu anon

[Choose a prompt and send me an idol! I’ll write a drabble for it]

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"(Y/N)!" Yangyang ran up to you as soon as you'd closed the balcony doors and, likewise, you were quick to pull him into a hug long overdue. "God, I've been so worried about you, Highness," he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck and you held him tighter.

"I missed you too," you gave him one more squeeze before pushing him back at arm's length. "But, look at you! Wow, you really shaped up," you complimented him, though you weren't too used to the new knight's build on him. "Who would've thought two street rats would find their way into a castle, huh?"

"Oh, pardon me, I greet the star of the Empire, their highness the Crown Royal," Yangyang exaggerates his bow and you laughed and rolled your eyes.

"So... why risk your head to come see me?" You ask.

"I need an official reason to see my best friend?" Yangyang asks with a quirked brow. You eyed him suspiciously while his eyes slanted toward the door that was firmly shut and, in a quiet voice, he answered, "you're in danger, (Y/N)."

"Of course I am, huh?" You shook your head.

"The Rebellion, they're targetting you next, you're the last remaining bloodline of the Royal family," he says. All things you already knew. He checked the door again. "The King asked me to take you somewhere far from the kingdom. You have to survive," he says. You shook your head.

"I can take care of myself," you said, but Yangyang didn't look convinced. "I know how to keep my life and my crown. and I will," you said sternly. Yangyang sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't think you do, (Y/N)," he shook his head.

"I do!" You shot back.

"Do you?" He asked again. You nodded your head and Yangyang held your crown in his hand. "You sure about that?" He smiles and you rolled your eyes while slumping your shoulders, not even bothering to feel the space at the top of your head.

"You're insufferable, give that back. How did you even grab it with all the pins?"

"These ones?" Yangyang held the numerous pins in his other hand. "Child's play, (Y/N), even you could do this," he shrugs.

"Dare I ask when you grabbed it?

"You know when," he scoffs. You thought back.

"I thought that hug was a little too tight."

"There you are! The (Y/N) I remember, anyway, we gotta go now."

"Where are we going?"

"Dunno, somewhere far, at least until I get a letter from your rich dad telling me to bring you back," his smile grows and, naturally, you felt much safer. "But, uh, don't tell anyone. This is some top secret stuff, yeah?"

"Got it, I know how this works," you tapped your head with your finger and smiled, trying your best to alleviate the obvious worry Yangyang tried to hide, "see you in a bit?"

"See you in a bit and," Yangyang leans toward you, securing the crown on your head with gentle hands, "be safe," he opens the door and gestures for you to leave first and, once you were gone, he shuts the door and leans against it, covering his face with his hands. Then, as he brought his hands up to brush the hair out of his face, the obvious grin appeared before he brought his hands back down and again the worry was there. Then, he left the room, immediately being stopped by the last person he wanted to see.

"You, there, knight!" Dejun stops him.

"Your Highness," Yangyang greeted him with a bow. Dejun, the prince from a neighboring country and, distastefully, your fiancé.

"Have you seen (Y/N)? I haven't seen them all night and I'm supposed to bring them back with me."

"Nope, haven't seen them all night, sir," he says with a small smile.

"I'll keep looking around, let me or my men know if you find them," he rushes off and Yangyang waits until he's gone before walking off toward your room.

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[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

You'll change your name and change your mind (but you can't leave this fucked up place behind)

(Prompt #23: FORCED CHOICE | Public Display | Broken Pedestal | "I'm doing this for you.")

Notes: Wuhuuuuu, last whumptober drabble! This one was written ages (well, a month) ago, but I decided it had to be the last one. Why? Bc what else could close Sanzu-centric angst besides toxic codependent harumai? Oh, mentioned past musan is there too if you read between lines!

Settled during the flashback of chapter 256, what basically means is Kanto Manji or/and Bonten timeline. I go for Bonten bc *reasons* I'll point out at the end notes (basically me being and angsty bitch, welp).

For some reason, this drabble was begging me to write it in present time, no idea why.

Warnings: Toxic codependant as fuck relationship. Mention of murder and suicide.

“Leave.”

His king’s voice is cold, a clear warning that he won’t ask for it twice. Sanzu knows too damn well how Mikey beat up everyone else that tried to stay, and he doesn’t care, he’s more than willing to pay that price — what are a few broken bones anyway? It wouldn’t be the first time his king sends him to the hospital. 

“I have nowhere else to go.” 

Whatever Mikey wants to answer dies in front of his honesty, at the way Sanzu states it as a matter of fact. Finally, his king turns around to look at him, his gaze wandering on Sanzu’s appearance — noticing that something is off. He made sure to clean any traces of blood, but he’s aware of his disheveled hair and how restless he probably looks. If he was honest with himself he’d admit his reddened eyes — but he isn’t, he can’t.

“When is Mucho going out?” 

The question makes him tense up, even if he was prepared for it.

“This morning.” 

It’s almost hilarious to be able to see Mikey’s face reflecting on how his gears are turning, realizing the implications of his words. Almost, because Sanzu doesn’t feel like laughing about this, he isn’t sure if he’ll ever be able to do it one day.

“You didn’t.” Disbelief plasters in his expression, refusing to accept the truth, to accept Sanzu’s sacrifice. 

“Yeah, I did. He was nothing more than a filthy traitor.” 

Apparently, grinning is the wrong move — whether it’s just his new mask or if it was Mikey’s order — because suddenly Mikey grabs him by the collar. Sanzu's twisted smile reflexively widens at this, which causes his king to throw him down the stone steps, slamming his childhood friend against the ground.

“I did it for you, Mikey.” 

A quiet whisper this time, earnest and stripped of pretensions.

“I never asked you to do it! Fuck, Haruchiyo, you were supposed to live a happy and normal life, to get away from this shit!”

A bitter laugh escapes his throat. A normal life? Him? It sounds like a fucking joke if you ask him, his mind is too broken for that — his fate was sealed that day of July. Slowly, he rises from the ground and kneels in front of his king, not giving a shit if they are in a public park and anyone could see the weird scene unfolding between them.

“I don’t want that, I never wanted it. That’s not where I belong.” 

Sanzu is aware he is forcing his king to take him back — he knows how twisted he it is — he can see the anger flashing for a brief moment in Mikey’s eyes. Then, nothing. And that’s the exact reason why Sanzu is painfully aware that, no matter if Mikey resents him, he needs to do this. 

“Mikey, you’ll become more tainted with darkness, but even if the day comes when you kill me…” His king winces at that but allows him to keep talking. “I’ll live only to serve you.”

No matter what, he’s more than willing to pay the cost — whatever it takes as long as he can protect Mikey, as long as he can honor Shinichiro’s sacrifice and avoid it from becoming worthless. 

“I’m the only one on your side, Mikey.”

Sanzu can’t leave him alone because he knows too damn well what comes next. After all, he had seen it before, an identical pair of black eyes looking empty, devoid of all types of emotion after losing his little sibling. Back then, he was too young and unable to understand what was happening even if he saw the signs. 

This time around, he knows better, so he isn’t going to wait until he finds Mikey jumping from a bridge on a rainy day — the image makes him shiver, something he prays to any deity listening that he’d never have to witness. And he won’t, he’s sure of it. 

That’s exactly why he’s staying by Mikey’s side until his last breath, to make sure his king keeps living — hopefully, to give him a reason to live too.

‘I’m still here, don’t leave me, please. Let me stay.’

(Is the reason why in my mind this is bonten the fact this way we can be sure Haru will see Mikey jump? Yes, it is, I have no shame uwu)

[bubblesuga]

Love On The Brain

Prompt: Yoongi helps the reader with an idea for a song, but doesn’t anticipate what follows next. 

Word Count: 4,273

Warnings: Smutty smut smut smuuuuuut, fluff, and a little bit of angst 

At age 20, you were hired on as a song writer for Big Hit entertainment. Specifically, working closely with members of the biggest boyband in the world, BTS. You hadn’t specifically heard of them prior to you getting hired, but it didn’t take long for you to fall in love with each of the members. 

It was dark out, you had been alone in the writing room for hours. Your fingers danced across the piano as you attempted to write a melody for the Maknae line to follow. With a frustrated groan, you slammed your fingers down on the keys, causing a horrific clash of notes to sound out in front of you. 

Normally, you would be working close with Hoseok and Namjoon to write but you were alone on this one. “It needed a woman’s touch,” Namjoon said in the morning after handing you the skeleton of what was supposed to be a love song, “we just wouldn’t know how to write it.” 

You mocked his words now, tossing the paper up in the air while you let out a wild breath. 

Knocking sounded on the door, pulling you out of your pout while you slid your chair closer to the desk. You expected Jimin to walk in, he was always quick to bring you water or food when you had been in here for a bit. Your back was turned away from the door and you heard the crinkling of a plastic bag, before seeing it set in front of you. 

You glanced away from the half-written lyrics on the page, meeting eyes with Yoongi, the last person you expected to see at the studio so late at night. 

Yoongi had a special place in your heart, his calm and serious persona made you feel comfortable with him. He always preferred to write alone though, so you weren’t sure of his writing process. Whenever you did manage to get him in a session, he played the notes you wrote with ease, your voice carrying as you sang the lyrics. 

Something about him made your heart swoon, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It wasn’t until the dreams started did you realize how good Yoongi was with his hands. You wanted nothing more than to have his fingers wrapped around your throat, but that’s the last thing you needed to admit to anyone. 

“Panda, for your troubles.” Yoongi spoke, his usual deep voice echoing throughout the room. You pushed your hair from your face, giving him a grateful smile while opening a container for Panda Express. 

“Taehyung insisted on Panda as usual,” Yoongi sat on the chair opposite you, removing his face mask, “I wasn’t sure what to get you so I figured orange chicken was a safe bet.” 

“It’s perfect,” you excitedly opened the chopsticks, “thank you so much. Maybe now I can actually form a coherent sentence.” 

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, “What are you trying to write?” 

“A love song for the Maknae line. Harmonies, rhythm, all of the stuff I was trained to do but can’t seem to do it.” You rubbed your eyes of their exhaustion, taking a bite of the chicken. 

Yoongi, who was already half-way done with his food, snatches the paper away from you and leans back in his chair. 

He studied the lines carefully, his face blank and you desperately searched his face for any sense of emotion. However, he was devoid of any hints of what he was thinking which caused you to cringe internally.

Your face fell into your hands while you heard a snicker come from Yoongi, “Baby I want you, you are the sun in the sky and the light in my heart?” 

“Yeah.” You whispered, shoving more food in your mouth. 

“This is- and I really hope you don’t take offense- but this is awful.” Yoongi said through laughter. This was the first time you had seen him laugh so hard, he clutched his stomach while he continued to read off the paper. 

“Oh tell me, tell me how you want me baby-” 

“Okay that’s enough!” You grabbed the paper out of his hands and tore it up, tossing it in the garbage. Yoongi’s gummy grin caused you to blush and spin your chair away. 

“I’m not great with romance! I’ve always been more about work than play.” You defended, realizing even in past relationships you found yourself obsessing over music and not giving them enough time. 

“Okay, do you have a crush?” Yoongi asked suddenly, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. 

Yes. 

“No.” You said, watching Yoongi’s eyes cloud over slightly. 

“Alright, alright,” he leaned onto the table, taking the box of food out of your hands and setting it to the side, “think about your last fantasy.” 

“Fantasy?” You said, almost in horror as you weren’t exactly sure what Yoongi meant by that. Immediately though, dreams of Yoongi nipping at your collarbone while you both collapsed into a puddle of moans filled your mind. You swallowed it away, crossing your legs, “How does that help with love songs?” 

“Love and sex go hand and hand.” Yoongi tilts his head to the side, shrugging with a smirk across his face. 

“Alright, then you explain one of your fantasies, and I’ll try to write it.” You lean forward, mirroring his smirk. If he can put you on the spot like that, two can play at that game. 

Yoongi swallowed, “She wears a red dress with black lining. My fingers unzip it quickly to find that she’s not wearing anything underneath,” 

Your eyes widened, seeing his face get closer to yours. You almost backed away but you enjoyed the sudden close proximity to him. Keep going. Please keep going. 

“her lips are full and pink, held in a permanent ‘o’ while my fingers grip her hips and I drive myself into her. Her tits bounce with my movements while my fingers find her clit. Preferably it ends with her squirting but I know that’s hard to find.” Yoongi leans away, his face red but his lips giving away another smirk. 

“I don’t know how to put that in a song.” You say after a moment, tightening your legs to try and relieve the pressure again. 

“Honestly I forgot we were talking about a song.” He bit his lip, casually picking up his food and eating again. 

“Who- can I ask who you’re dreaming about?” You nudge his foot softly under the table. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He closed the gap between the two of you, his lips soft against yours. You wanted to crawl over the table and straddle his thighs, but you stayed put, enjoying the kiss that caught you off guard. His hand fit perfectly on the back of your neck, holding you close. As quickly as it started, he pulled away, tugging softly at your bottom lip with his teeth.  

Yoongi stood, handing you a fortune cookie and tapping your shoulder goodbye. You watched him walk out the room, sending you a quick wink and shutting the door. 

You turned back around and stared at the table for a moment, “What the fuck just happened?” 

~*~

To say the following week was weird was an understatement. You’d arrive at the studio, make some progress on the music for the song, and you could confidently say that after the chat you had with Yoongi, the song was coming along nicely. 

Anytime you passed Yoongi in the hallway, your shared glances caused your face to burn. You almost anticipated meeting his eyes, because you couldn’t deny the sexual tension. After he left the room that night, you had to distract yourself from the growing wetness between your thighs. You managed to write the first verse and a chorus, happy with your progress. 

The following Tuesday, you bumped into Yoongi in the hallway. His hands lingered on your hips, catching you from tripping. His grin stretched across his face, his eyes laced with lust. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore, and you had no complaints. 

Today you wrote the rest of the music and all that was left was a test run of vocals before recording. Proud of your progress, you decided to turn in for the night and head towards the music. You walked into the rehearsal room and sat on the bench.

The room was empty of staff, surprising you as it was just the members dancing. Hoseok watched from the side for a moment, making sure everyone else was getting the moves down. You couldn’t help but watch Yoongi, the headband around his head keeping his hair from flying in his face. 

Yoongi finally noticed you sitting down, and he couldn’t look away. His feet moved effortlessly to the beat and you were proud to see how far they have come since the beginning. 

You watched until the end, hearing Hoseok give pointers to a few of the members. Yoongi took the break as an opportunity to sit beside you, taking the water from your hand and sipping it. 

“How’s the song coming along?” 

“It’s getting there.” You responded, ignoring the heat on your cheeks. 

Sweat dripped off the tip of his nose, so you handed him a towel. You watched him wipe the sweat away. His sleeveless shirt dipped into a V, and you tried desperately to keep your eyes away from his muscles. 

“Getting there, huh?” he leaned to your ear, “So my fantasy helped?” 

You glanced at the rest of the boys, seeing all of them busy among themselves. You nodded in response, “It’s a song about dreaming about the perfect girl then finding out she was right next to you the whole time.” 

Yoongi rose both of his eyebrows at you, “Is that a hint?” 

“Do you want it to be?” You bit your lip, watching Yoongi lick his. 

He leaned forward, grabbing the back of your neck slamming his lips onto yours. Quickly, you kissed back, dropping your bag and allowing him to lean over you. It was almost like you couldn’t get enough of him. Despite him being right against you, he didn’t seem close enough. 

“Whoa whoa whoa! When did this start?” 

Namjoon’s voice broke you out of your kiss, embarrassment flooding your senses when you remembered you weren’t alone in the room. 

Yoongi slid away from you slightly, his hand scratching the back of his neck while he avoided the gaze of the other members. You watched your foot bounce anxiously, biting your lip while silence washed over the room. 

Shocked expressions wiped over the rest of the members. All expect for Jin, who held a smirk. You looked at Yoongi who’s face was completely red. 

You didn’t know how you were going to get out of this one. He was a co-worker of sorts and you knew that Big Hit wouldn’t find the relationship appropriate. There was no way that this could continue, and both of you knew that. 

“I guess Yoongi only told me about his dream.” Jin finally broke the silence, humor lacing his voice. Your eyes shot towards Yoongi, who looked up at Jin in horror. 

Jin’s laughter echoed throughout the room, your expression turned mortified. You didn’t think Yoongi would be discussing his fantasy with his bandmates. That would mean Jin would have had to picture you in the same scenario. 

“Hold up, what dream are you talking about?” Jimin said, morbid curiosity getting the better of him.

“I just- I had a dream with (Y/N) in it.” Yoongi admitted. You covered your face, trying to forget that everyone was here. 

“How does that result in you two making out in the rehearsal room?” Taehyung spoke up, quietly. You were surprised you could catch his words. 

“I- ignore me, guys. It was just a heat of the moment thing. . .” you tried to ignore Yoongi’s suddenly blank expression, “I’m going to head out. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” 

You stood abruptly, grabbing your bag and walking out the door. 

Once in the hallway, you sunk to the ground and covered your face. You weren’t sure how you managed to forget you weren’t alone, but Yoongi’s eyes were hypnotizing. They way he bit his lip had you in shambles and you didn’t even realize it. 

After a moment, you heard arguing inside the room. You stood again, putting your ear against the door as quietly as you could. 

“Do you know what it could do? To have you distracted by her? You could hardly get the steps once you noticed she was in here!” Namjoon was yelling, always the leader of the group and putting BTS first in everything. You bit your lip, trying to keep tears from pricking your eyes. 

“So fucking what, Namjoon?! It’s been 10 years! You can’t expect all of us to go without dating forever!” Yoongi yelled back. He was never one to show his annoyance, he’d put on a mask and pretend not to care, so you couldn’t help but feel surprised by his outburst. 

“But why now? And with our songwriter, of all people! She’s a colleague!” Namjoon’s voice was getting louder, you peaked into the door to see Namjoon staring down at Yoongi a little too close for comfort. 

“What’s that supposed to mean? Her of all people?” Yoongi was now deathly silent. His eyes hooded over while he stared to Namjoon. 

“You have millions of women who would drop to their knees for you and choose the woman you see every day?” With the last word leaving Namjoon’s lips, Yoongi reached forward and shoved his chest. 

Taehyung and Jungkook both turned away while everyone else watched carefully.

Just as you were about to see fists thrown, Jimin and Hoseok grabbed one of the fighters respectively and pulled them apart while chanting ���whoa!’. Namjoon shook his head anger radiating from his body. You debated jumping in but Yoongi turned back to him and spoke, “I like her, you fucking jackass. In more ways than physical, but you heard what she said. It was just a heat of the moment thing.” 

That blank expression he held earlier was replaced with one of dismay. Namjoon’s expression softened as he reached forward, resting a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, hyung. I didn’t know you liked her like that. I just thought you wanted your dick sucked.” 

He tried to soften the mood but it didn’t work, Yoongi looked up at him and that blank expression was back, “Well like you said, I could get a million women to do that for me.” 

Everything Yoongi had said made your heart flutter. You didn’t know he felt so deeply about you, your breath hitched in your throat. Did you have a future with him? Was dating a member of BTS an option for you? Either way, you had to apologize for saying what you did. You knew it hurt him, and you knew it was a lie as well just to get the members off Yoongi’s back. 

Yoongi stalked towards the door and you panicked, leaning away and running around the corner. You heard the door slam, so you pressed your body as closely to the wall as you could and hoped he wouldn’t turn this corner. 

You peaked around the corner, and just with your luck, you met eyes with Yoongi. 

He walked past you and out the doors, down the stairs. You debated quickly on what to do before you groaned and followed Yoongi out the doors. Your heeled boots clanked against the cement while you ran after him. “Yoongi! Wait!” 

Yoongi glanced back, throwing the hood on his jacket up and walking more briskly. You picked up the pace, “Don’t ignore me, Yoongi!” 

The cement was wet from rain and you felt your hair begin to weigh down with water. Finally, you managed to catch him at a crosswalk just as cars were beginning to drive past. The streetlights were the only thing illuminating his face. 

“I only said that to get the members off your back.” You explained, watching him move once the crosswalk lit up. You followed him across the street and gripped his arm, turning him around. 

“Yoongi! Talk to me!” You said, stopping just outside an alleyway. Yoongi finally turned to you, his eyes red. You didn’t see any tears but this was the most you had seen emotion get the better of him. 

“Listen here, princess,” Yoongi pointed a finger towards you, “Namjoon or staff don’t get to choose who I get to like. I’ve liked you since I first met you, and I’ll be damned if anyone else gets a say in it besides you.” 

“So I get a say?” You spoke, your throat dry. 

Yoongi nodded. 

You reached forward, grabbing his hoodie and pulling him close to you, “Then take me home.” 

“To my home?” 

“Anywhere you can use me.” You replied, feeling Yoongi slam his lips onto yours once again. 

His hands moved from your shoulders to your hips, pulling you close. You felt yourself shiver and you weren’t sure if it was from Yoongi or the chills from the rain. Maybe a mixture of both. 

Yoongi pulled away, “Your apartment is closer.” He was out of breath, you were glad you had that effect on him. You grinned, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him down your street and into your apartment building. 

As soon as the doors shut, Yoongi was on you again. His lips attacked your neck, slipping your jacket from off your shoulders. You were mindful of your neighbors, taking one step at a time and giggling when you feel yourself trip. Yoongi followed, landing on top of you but his lips still not leaving your skin. 

“Be careful or we’re not gonna make it all the way upstairs.” You gasp, his tongue soothing the hickey he just made. 

“Mm, maybe I don’t want to make it upstairs.” Yoongi’s hands were all over you. Scorching touches from his calloused finger tips against your slightly exposed hips made you moan softly into his ear. Yoongi got a kick out of your pleasure, his grin obvious against your skin. 

“I’m not having you fuck me where anyone could walk out. Could you imagine the tabloids?” You pushed him away, but your smile allowed him to know it was lighthearted. 

“Suga seduces beauty so well she couldn’t make it all the way upstairs.” Yoongi grins, about to kiss you again but you slid from beneath him and stood up. He gave you a mock-glare, walking up the last flight of stairs and gesturing for him to follow. 

He was quick to follow, tapping his foot impatiently while you unlocked your door. 

As soon as the door was open, Yoongi was on you again. Quickly, he tugged your shirt over your head. Your exposed bra caused him to moan at the sight. Your breasts spilled out of the top and it took everything in him not to speed up everything. 

He pushed you back onto the couch, tugging your leggings down your thighs. You wore nothing underneath, Yoongi licking his lips in anticipation. Before he could get to it, you unhooked your bra and watched his eyes grow wide. Instantly, his hands kneaded your breasts. 

The noises that fell from his lips were godly, your excitement from watching him showed when his fingers slipped easily inside of you. You cried out his name, his hand pumping in and out slowly. 

“Please.” You moaned, stopping his hand. “I don’t want your fingers, I want you.” 

The smile that spread across his face made your heart stop. He slipped his shirt over his head and quickly untied his sweatpants. You reach forward, pulling them down his hips and allowing his erection to spring free. 

Your mouth watered, of course his cock was perfect. You gripped it, your hand stroking up and down. Yoongi’s hands flew to your hair, desperately writhing beneath your touch. He sat beside you on the couch, and you moved in front of him as your lips pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. 

He tossed his onto the back of the couch, fingers lacing through your hair and gently guiding your mouth up and down his erection. You used your tongue to lick every pulsing vein. Yoongi wasn’t shy about moaning, encouraging words breathlessly said like music to your ears. 

“That’s right, Princess,” his hip stuttered and thrust upward, driving his cock deeper into your throat, “fuck.” 

Your eyes watched his chest heave, his face scrunched in pleasure. 

“Stop,” he finally said, “come ride me, baby.” 

You didn’t have to be told twice. You straddled his legs, hovering above him. He lined you up with your entrance, and slowly you sunk onto him. 

The burn subsided quickly, and you lifted your hips up before sinking again. Your rhythm was smooth, allowing him to drive into you in all the right ways. Yoongi’s lips latched onto your nipple, the sensitivity causing your head to fly backward. His hands rested on the small of your back, supporting your movements as you sped up. 

Your hands flew to his shoulders, your thighs burned, but you couldn’t stop. 

“You’re doing so good baby, so good.” Yoongi’s voice was husked over, lowering a few octaves. His hand moved up to your jaw, pressing his thumb against your lips. You opened your mouth, sucking on his thumb and causing him to gasp. 

“Yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna come!” 

Yoongi gripped your hips, thrusting upward into you. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, shakily holding yourself above him as he thrust into you relentlessly. The sweat that collected on his chest began to drip, just before his movements began to stutter once again. 

In seconds, you were coming undone above him. He didn’t take long to follow suit, your pulsing heat squeezing in all the right places. You collapsed atop him, your head falling in the crook of his neck. Both of you caught your breath to the best of your ability, sighing happily. Yoongi’s grin made your heart melt while you slipped beside him. 

“That was everything I dreamed of and more.” He was the first to speak, almost chuckling at the aftermath. You couldn’t help but giggle beside him, leaning into him and nuzzling closely. 

~*~ 

When you awoke the following morning, Yoongi was gone. 

Instead, you were bundled up in a blanket you don’t remember grabbing, and a sticky note was placed gently on your face. You tore it off to read it, wondering why the hell you were alone. 

‘Had to practice, I’ll see you at the studio. I didn’t want to wake you, princess.’ 

Your heart fluttered at the note, staring intensely at the hearts doodled along the page. In the corner was a small drawing of a crown, and Yoongi’s name. 

You showered and got dressed as quickly as you could, leaving your apartment and picking up your jacket that still lay in the corner of the stairwell. Memories of the previous night filled your mind, a blush laying across your cheeks. 

You stopped by a donut shop, grabbing a dozen, knowing that the boys would be grateful. As you waited for your order to be boxed up, you suddenly became anxious about what might have been said. You thanked the cashier and headed out the door, walking down the street. 

When you arrived, the hallway was empty and music sounded from the rehearsal room. The door creaked open as you pushed it, the sound of feet pounding against the wooden floor becoming more recognizable with each passing day. Nobody looked towards you, but you knew they noticed you because your reflection caught Yoongi’s eye. 

The same grin from last night stretched across his face, but he didn’t miss a single beat as he danced. You opened the box and grabbed a glazed donut, munching happily as the song ended. 

“Ah, you need some energy after last night!” Jin yelled, grabbing a bottle of water. You immediately stopped chewing, your eyes going wide while you looked at Yoongi. 

Yoongi shrugged, “I was in too good of a mood to hide anything. I’m sorry.” 

You licked the sugar from your lips, giving Yoongi a subtle glare as everyone else grabbed donuts. 

Yoongi dodged the donuts and took a bite from yours, smiling at you and wrapping his arm around you. 

“Noo! I just showered!” You yelled as Yoongi pressed his face against yours. 

He mocked a gasp, “Without me?” 

The rest of the members didn’t seem to mind his banter, talking among themselves casually. You watched Yoongi swallow the rest of his bite, nipping again at the one in your hand. So quickly, did you find yourself comfortable with him. He had seen every inch of you, his lips had kissed you passionately and your name fell from his lips in moans. 

You didn’t want to hide it, and you were suddenly glad that he had broke the news to everyone. It felt great to have him so close to you, to have his lips nip every-so-often at your jaw. 

“Next song!” Hoseok called, and Yoongi was on his feet in seconds. 

Namjoon set his donut down, “Maybe you two should fuck more often,” he grins at the blush on your cheeks, “I haven’t seen him this energetic in ages.” 

As you watched them practice, a sense of pride washed over you as Yoongi’s face was turned up in a constant smile. His laughter was loud, his happiness strong. This was the beginning of one of the best decisions of your life. 

[undreaming-fanfiction]

May I suggest 32. from the 100 prompts list with vampire/kas Eddie?

Your wish is my command!

"This is, by far, the dumbest thing you've ever done."

Steve didn't even turn around, he was calmly checking his backpack and its contents. Several pairs of latex gloves, a face mask, a rope (why?), a huge fabric bag. There was even a ridiculous hat to cover his infamous hair. "So you've said," he quipped back, giving Eddie a humorless smile. "And not just once."

Eddie threw up his hands, frustrated. "Yeah, and did it help, Steve? Reconsidering yet so I can change my repertoire?"

"I can reconsider. As long as you will."

The tiny spark of hope in Eddie's chest got cruelly extinguished. "I'm not letting you bleed into bottles, Harrington, you or anyone else. Besides, we don't even know if I CAN drink cold blood. You know. Displaced. Out of its natural habitat."

Steve just scoffed and grabbed a bottle of cleaner and a rug, stuffed them in the backpack. "You can just, I don't know, microwave it. Heat it up on a stove. What do I know, you're the wild one according to Henderson. Get creative."

Eddie groaned. He hated that it made some twisted sort of a sense. Very twisted. "I'm not microwaving your blood, Steve."

"Well, then we're out of options." Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes. Eddie felt like kissing him stupid, except this - but not Steve, never Steve - was already so stupid. "Look. I don't really enjoy committing crimes either, Eddie. But I need to be sure you're getting what you need if something happens. At least for a few days. Your...condition," and Eddie had to laugh at that, condition, as if that somehow encompassed him becoming a fucking Upside Down vampire, "...requires blood. There's no changing that. Yet. Maybe ever. I don't care if you decide to, I don't know, sleep hanging from the stairs or wear capes, but I'm making sure you're not hungry if someone can't get to you in time. I'd be a shitty boyfriend if I didn't do at least that."

He took a few steps towards Eddie, touched his lips. The canines were sharp and Eddie could feel the pressure against his teeth, Steve's fingertip pushing inside his mouth and intentionally puncturing the skin, drawing blood. Eddie held his hand and licked the would clean, kissing the finger. There had been times when he was nervous, tried to push Steve away to avoid hurting him. But for some reason, Steve kept repeating this small gesture, again and again, until Eddie understood that it was just like a small kiss to Steve, a sign of affection. Eddie could never reject that.

He kissed Steve's palm and pulled him into a hug, running hands over that strong back, the arms that wanted to hold him too. "How did I ever deserve you?" he whispered into the crook of Steve's neck. The blood was calling to him, of course it was, but at this point so were Steve's eyes, hands, lips. Steve's everything. "Having me as a boyfriend has to suck anyways, but as a vampire? Double sucks."

Steve chuckled into his hair and slapped his ass. "Well, good thing I like it when you suck," he whispered and pulled Eddie closer. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Eddie. I'll do anything for you. You know that."

It should have been embarassing, hearing such a confession, but Eddie had already known. He had known because he's painfully aware he'd do anything for Steve too. "Likewise, Stevie. But you shouldn't have to."

"I know. But I want to." Stealing a short kiss, Steve pulled back and zipped up his backpack. "Now, are you driving me to rob that blood bank or am I going to be all by my lonesome?"

Eddie sighed deeply and grabbed the car keys. "Let's go, master criminal."

If you liked this drabble, check out the prompt list and send me an ask!

[4acoffee]

Bakugou's Birthday Event!!!

I legit made this on a whim smh.

So! I just wanted to do a little writing event thing for my man here...

From now until the 20th of April...

Send me an ask with the number of one of the prompts listed here, + the character you would associate it with and I'll write a little drabble or ficlet according to that!

I'll take just about any character from BNHA, If your not sure check my masterlist or just ask!

1. “So that’s it? It’s over?”

2. “In my defense, he was already dead when I got here.”

3. “Can I just whoop your ass now?”

4. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

5. “How was I supposed to know it was haunted?”

6. “I’m still way too sober for this.”

7. “The more I love you, the more I hate you.”

8. “I can’t believe I’d ever fall in love with someone like you.”

9. “It’s things like these that keep me up at night.”

10. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

11. “We are all queens of our own kingdoms.”

12. “You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, and yet I don’t regret a moment of it.”

13. “But if they think we’re a couple, we’ll get the couples discount!”

14. “Can you please stop leaving dead bodies on my doorstep? You’re worse than a cat.”

15. “I know I signed up for this and all, but… if I die, it’s still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you.”

16. “I can be sweet. Sometimes. To certain people. It happens!”

17. “Normally, I’d have pushed you out the door by now, but you’re making a compelling argument with the bribery.”

18. “I have fifty other excuses I could use. Do you want me to start alphabetically?”

19. “Wow, fantastic. Now we can add stranded on top of our other numerous problems.”

20. “Are you always this prone to bad luck and violence? If so, that’s kind of sad.”

21. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why I saw you float through a wall.”

22. “I am not grossly romantic. I am the right amount of romantic I’m required to be.”

23. “What I lack in height, I make up for with my attitude.”

24. “Rules? Nope, not listening. I’m not following them. Never have, never will.”

25. “Not much of this makes sense. The markings are faded and I think some are missing.”

26. “This whole ‘magic’ thing is going too far. There’s no way I’m able to do any of the things you’ve talked about and I think I would have noticed by now if I could.”

27. “No pressure, honest. It’s not like the world is depending on you or anything.”

30. “Wow. Here I thought we had a moment. I spilled my story to you and all you have to say is ‘okay’? What does that even mean?!”

31. “I don’t think this is the biggest mistake you’ve made. It’s probably like…the third worst.”

32. “Our new neighbors are simultaneously the scariest and nicest people I’ve met.”

33. “You’re so convinced that I’ll hurt them that you haven’t considered it’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.” (From Witter Prompts)

34. “What I don’t want is any more experiments done in parts of my house. I found an ominous purple stain in my carpet yesterday and I know it was your fault.”

35. “Aw, look at you, using fancy words at me. You’ve certainly grown up, haven’t you?”

36. “Would you believe me if I said what you saw was a trick of the light?”

37. “Shouting at each other across the room doesn’t count as having a proper conversation about your feelings. Wouldn’t you rather all of this be private, anyway?”

38. “Didn’t we agree that you should keep your magic out of my house? Everything I own suffers when you try a new spell.”

39. “I’m not letting karma deal with this. I can’t trust it’ll be enough of a punishment, nor can I say it’d be fast enough.”

40. “If the duct tape doesn’t work, then I have no idea what else to do. You’re on your own after that.”

41. “Don’t forget we’re enemies. I’m not letting anyone kill you but me, understand? Now sit still and let me bandage your side.”

42. “Aren’t hunters supposed to kill monsters like us? Why are you helping me?”

43. “Bruh, I don’t know where you got the idea that I’m a good person, but if you want to keep it. Leave now.”

44. “You’ve dragged me into this hellhole, but you can’t make me leave!”

45. “That’s the thing about X. Xe will claw xir way out of hell out of spite, but xe’ll throw xirself back in to save someone xe cares about.”

46. “We’ll become legends. One way or another.”

47. “Am I a hero or the devil’s son? Can’t figure out what side I’m on.”

48. “So from the bottom of my cold, dead heart, screw you.”

49. “I’ve been the family disappointment for years! You can’t just suddenly show up at dinner and steal my rightful title!”

50. “I’m not saying this is all my fault, but I would be open to take a tiny bit of responsibility for this.”

51!. “Last night I tried to imagine myself without you. The thing is, I could and I felt so much better.”

Credit to these prompts go to thecharectercomma.com!

[4acoffee]

100 Followers Milestone!!

We're not gonna talk about how we just passed 150 today tho-

Send me an ask with the number of one of the prompts listed here, + the character you want + your favorite fruit or treat and I'll write a drabble or ficlet for you! The goal is to write at least 15 - 20 mini fics, and it will probably go on until mid or late August.

I'll take just about any character from BNHA and Haikyuu, If your not sure, check my Masterlist or just ask!

Requests Open!

1. “So that’s it? It’s over?”

2. “In my defense, he was already dead when I got here.”

3. “Can I just whoop your ass now?”

4. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

5. “How was I supposed to know it was haunted?”

6. “I’m still way too sober for this.”

7. “The more I love you, the more I hate you.”

8. “I can’t believe I’d ever fall in love with someone like you.”

9. “It’s things like these that keep me up at night.”

10. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

11. “We are all queens of our own kingdoms.”

12. “You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, and yet I don’t regret a moment of it.”

13. “But if they think we’re a couple, we’ll get the couples discount!”

14. “Can you please stop leaving dead bodies on my doorstep? You’re worse than a cat.”

15. “I know I signed up for this and all, but… if I die, it’s still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you.”

16. “I can be sweet. Sometimes. To certain people. It happens!” Bakugou

17. “Normally, I’d have pushed you out the door by now, but you’re making a compelling argument with the bribery.”

18. “I have fifty other excuses I could use. Do you want me to start alphabetically?”

19. “Wow, fantastic. Now we can add stranded on top of our other numerous problems.”

20. “Are you always this prone to bad luck and violence? If so, that’s kind of sad.”

21. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why I saw you float through a wall.”

22. “I am not grossly romantic. I am the right amount of romantic I’m required to be.” Bakugou

23. “What I lack in height, I make up for with my attitude.”

24. “Rules? Nope, not listening. I’m not following them. Never have, never will.”

25. “Not much of this makes sense. The markings are faded and I think some are missing.”

26. “This whole ‘magic’ thing is going too far. There’s no way I’m able to do any of the things you’ve talked about and I think I would have noticed by now if I could.”

27. “No pressure, honest. It’s not like the world is depending on you or anything.”

30. “Wow. Here I thought we had a moment. I spilled my story to you and all you have to say is ‘okay’? What does that even mean?!”

31. “I don’t think this is the biggest mistake you’ve made. It’s probably like…the third worst.”

32. “Our new neighbors are simultaneously the scariest and nicest people I’ve met.”

33. “You’re so convinced that I’ll hurt them that you haven’t considered it’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.” (From Witter Prompts)

34. “What I don’t want is any more experiments done in parts of my house. I found an ominous purple stain in my carpet yesterday and I know it was your fault.”

35. “Aw, look at you, using fancy words at me. You’ve certainly grown up, haven’t you?”

36. “Would you believe me if I said what you saw was a trick of the light?”

37. “Shouting at each other across the room doesn’t count as having a proper conversation about your feelings. Wouldn’t you rather all of this be private, anyway?”

38. “Didn’t we agree that you should keep your magic out of my house? Everything I own suffers when you try a new spell.”

39. “I’m not letting karma deal with this. I can’t trust it’ll be enough of a punishment, nor can I say it’d be fast enough.”

40. “If the duct tape doesn’t work, then I have no idea what else to do. You’re on your own after that.”

41. “Don’t forget we’re enemies. I’m not letting anyone kill you but me, understand? Now sit still and let me bandage your side.”

42. “Aren’t hunters supposed to kill monsters like us? Why are you helping me?”

43. “Bruh, I don’t know where you got the idea that I’m a good person, but if you want to keep it. Leave now.”

44. “You’ve dragged me into this hellhole, but you can’t make me leave!”

45. “That’s the thing about X. Xe will claw xir way out of hell out of spite, but xe’ll throw xirself back in to save someone xe cares about.”

46. “We’ll become legends. One way or another.”

47. “Am I a hero or the devil’s son? Can’t figure out what side I’m on.” Todoroki

48. “So from the bottom of my cold, dead heart, screw you.”

49. “I’ve been the family disappointment for years! You can’t just suddenly show up at dinner and steal my rightful title!”

50. “I’m not saying this is all my fault, but I would be open to take a tiny bit of responsibility for this.”

51!. “Last night I tried to imagine myself without you. The thing is, I could and I felt so much better.”

Credit for these prompts go to thecharectercomma.com!