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oceans

single sentence drabble sunday monday

Henry’s body moves above him like the tide— cresting and falling while their hips come together, while sound and breath break apart in between them, while their kisses do the same; and Henry is soft in that dip of his waist where Alex’s hands were always fated to go, but he’s hard other places, as is the way of oceans and tides— and he is there, and he is everywhere, Alex pulling them skin-to-skin, seeing nothing but blue, breathing nothing but Henry, basking in the gold morning glow of his hair as another cloud parts from Henry’s palace bedroom window.

thank you for the tags @kiwiana-writes @onthewaytosomewhere and @porcelainmortal

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@theprinceandagcd (and all my other sunday friends above if you haven’t done this and would like to!)

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omg you’re sooo sweet!! I love your writing and it amazes me how you intend to just do a small drabble but it’s always series worthy & ik that’s not what you plan but that’s how interesting your stories get🥹 but I have so many ideas for the “how time has changed you” couple (you don’t have to do them all or at all, just a few ideas) but maybe you can tell us more about how they met, how she fought him and how he finally got her into Stockholm syndrome, and maybe some smut along the way either right before she fell into Stockholm syndrome so (dubcon/somno) or after and their just so thirsty for each other 😮‍💨

it’s all in your head:

pairing: yandere! yoongi x f. reader

genre: more angst than fluff || mafia au || yandere au || non-idol au

summary: you're the one that let yourself fall

word count: 2.1k

tags/ warnings: kidnapping, implied stockholm syndrome, unintentional mind break/ mentioned disassociation, mentions of minor injuries (bruises)

notes: chronologically happens before ‘how time has changed you’ but i think reading hthcy first is probably better ~ drabble requests closed (peep the gorillaz reference in the title) also!!! thank you??? you're sweet too my love <3 and thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to read my stuff??

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Human beings are flawed in design. And somewhere, mingled between all the self-loathing thoughts, somewhat of a god complex had formed. 

You wouldn’t ever tell anyone, hot embarrassment too much to handle, but truly you felt as though you were untouchable. Like the universe had a secret little rule written somewhere in the stars that luck was always on your side. 

It had been a harsh slap to the face when reality had settled in. It was strange how for days you’d been watching yourself from outside of your body. Someone so familiar yet so different, who had your face, your mannerisms, everything so very you; yet she’d fallen into the claws of a beast. No longer exempt from the evils of the world. 

While you covered your ears at the incessant banging at the bedroom door, you from the real world simply curls up further into herself. 

You were aware that your captor wasn’t going to open the door. You hadn’t exactly been the kindest in your first few days here, more than a few bruises littering his skin from your outbursts. Sticky guilt seizing your body when you’d catch a glimpse of his arms painted purple from an unjust kick, because somehow you knew he never had plans to touch you if it wasn’t on your own terms. 

The little control you had over your life in the form of a lock and key. Yoongi had found himself more than worried when you wouldn’t even open the door for food, never below begging for you to come out even if only briefly because really your health was the most important thing. 

Through prickly thoughts of impossible escape and wallowing in self-pity, you’d tried to figure out where you’d met Yoongi. Because even if you had come across thousands of faces between meeting him, surely you wouldn’t forget eyes like his. A thousand secrets hidden behind eyes almost as black as the night sky; eyes that would have no problem picking you apart with nothing but a single glance. 

He seemed to know you quite well. Seemingly knowing small, insignificant things about you. Favourite foods, snacks you’d always seem to eye when you’d wander into a convenience store of an evening. Every little hobby you’d picked up in the last six months stacked on a coffee table. Clothes you’d been eyeing online for weeks, sat in a basket that truly you had no intention of buying; a faraway dream that’s not as far as it seems. 

A prison disguised as a perfect bedroom. And as much as the bed had looked tempting, silk duvet sure to do wonders for your skin and blankets that were made of velvet; you hadn’t dared fall asleep. Not until your body had begged for rest and you’d spend an hour napping on the woollen rug, only to be woken by a tray of food being slipped through the door. 

The first time you become somewhat aware of your physical body again is when Yoongi doesn’t show up one morning. Doesn’t tell you stories of his life, doesn’t sit there as you stare at your food; praying that he would leave you alone. That he’d let you go, or at least answer the questions that have you falling into an endless hole of hysteria. 

You shower. A rushed ordeal because you didn’t know when Yoongi would return. And then you’d fallen asleep on the rug until the sun had dipped below the horizon and Yoongi had made himself comfortable outside your door again. 

You’d tried to run, dreams of a world so far out of your grasp dying in your hands as you stand there only to find heavy footsteps that stalked the halls, a brutal reminder that you wouldn’t get very far even if you tried. 

The windows didn’t open, you’d tried that. Too scared to try and smash them open, sure they were specially made– impossible to break. 

You’d lost all concept of time. Days bleeding into nights. Hours melting into one another. Where seconds are nothing more than fine dust, something you relied on truly nothing but a concept. Unattainable no matter how long you tried to count each minute or guess the day of the week. Every day is a repeat of the last. The only difference would be what Yoongi would talk about, gravelly voice ricocheting throughout your mind until you lay there awake hours after he’d gone to bed, replaying everything he’d told you that evening. 

You’re not sure when it happens, but you start to expect Yoongi. Knowing that when delicate orange light spills into your room from the window, the sky the prettiest shade of pink, he’d be there. 

Yoongi never opened the door. Voice bold enough that you can hear everything he says, walls thin enough that you can hear each deep sigh that passes through his lips when he talks about certain things that irk him just that little bit. 

When Yoongi talked, and you listened, the world was shrouded in darkness. And you simply floated, merely existed. No expectations, not that you knew of anyways. And maybe he had a hidden agenda, something a little more sinister lurking behind airy words that silenced every niggling thought in your mind that kept you awake every night. 

You don’t think much of it when Yoongi doesn’t show up one evening. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d have done this. Sure to come tomorrow morning with a plate full of cake, maybe those cookies that you liked; way too expensive for you to ever splurge on. Hot chocolate or sweet tea, you’re unsure though he seems to decide based off the weather, and so you’ll have to see what a new day brings you before you hazard a guess. 

And so, you deal with the silence of the bedroom for one evening. 

By the second day of silence, you’d found yourself staring at the door again, every little creak of the floorboards in the hallway causing you to perk up. Tips of your fingers burning as you dig your nails into the carpet, feet tapping against the floor, bottom lip chewed between your teeth. Every passing hour of deafening silence tugging you further and further into a spiral. 

Without Yoongi’s voice your thoughts had amplified. 

You hadn’t been here long in retrospect, a month? Maybe a little more. Surely he hadn’t already gotten sick of you? How pitiful would that be? The very man who had shown an inkling of an obsession was already done with you. 

Day four, and you’re sat by the door, startling one of the maids who had come to give you breakfast. 

You bang your head against the wall once she closed it, the tray kicked away from you as frustrated tears cling to your lashes. Something suffocating grabbing onto your neck, a phantom hand cutting off your air as you tug at your hair. 

Self-pity is a terrible thing. An ugly emotion mutating into something a little worse until you can physically feel the sadness, tugging at your temples in the form of a headache, salty cheeks, tight with tears, or a heart that feels infinite times heavier compared to the ache of rocky blue sadness. 

As the sun rises on the sixth day, you decide to keep the bedroom door open, in hopes that a breeze from the open windows downstairs would carry some of the wretched thoughts that wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how hard you tried to drown them out. 

You’d tried washing them down the drain, scalding hot shower only burning your skin, red-raw and tender to touch– physical twinge of pain still not enough to make the world silent. 

You’d sat in front of the CD player for an hour before you’d flicked through piles of plastic cases to find a song you liked. And you hadn’t been all that surprised to find they were all your favourite artists. You’d only managed to blast one song before you’d kept the volume down, always listening out for all the little noises outside the room. 

On the seventh day, you’d sat in the doorway of the bedroom, legs tucked up to your chest. You’d only made brief eye contact with the herculean man standing opposite your door before you’d retreated back into your own mind. Because as much as it was tempting, you wouldn’t dare ask where Yoongi was, sickly hatred still gnawing away at the back of your mind. 

On the eighth day, one of the maids had asked if you wanted to take a stroll in the garden; that hauling yourself up in the bedroom all day isn’t healthy. And something inside of you had fallen out of place. So completely out of character, you couldn’t recognise yourself. 

You’d started flinging pillows and blankets off the bed at Yoongi’s staff, unsure if what was coming out of your mouth was words of sobs or shaky little cries. Your body seemingly moves on its own, free will fizzling in your hands as you act on impulse.

“What’s all this?” 

You stop, hiccuping as Yoongi stands in the doorway, blurry; veiled by tears that cling to wet lashes. 

“Out. All of you” 

You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hands, knees cushioned by long-forgotten blankets as you drop to the floor. Footsteps of those scuttling out of the room drowned out by the thumping of your heart in your ears. 

Yoongi runs his thumb over his bottom lip, your shoulder shaking as you swallow down another sob. 

He crouches, still far enough away from you. 

“What’s all this about, darling?” he soothes. 

“I hate you. I hate you so much” you kick at the blankets underneath you, “first you fucking take me without asking–” 

“It’s for your own good” he shakes his head, “I did it for you”

“Bullshit” you laugh, “Normal people don’t do this” 

“You and I come from two very different worlds, baby” 

You push the palms of your hands into the sockets of your eyes, “I wouldn’t know. I don’t know you” 

Yoongi hums, gentle as he takes a step forward, slow so you can see he merely wants to be closer, “But I know you” 

“And that makes it okay for you to act like you care and then leave for days?” 

He blinks, “Is that what this is about?” a laugh bubbling up his throat, “You were lonely, is that it? Because you could have asked for me and I would have come straight home for you” 

“Huh?” your eyebrows crease, and your eyes meet his own, “that’s not–” 

“Not what?” he tilts his head, something acutely mocking in his gaze, “Not you waiting for me? Not you slowly losing yourself to your wretched little mind? Always overthinking, so caught up in your own head. I have eyes and ears everywhere– I know every little thing you’ve been doing over the last week” 

You swallow, “I hate you” 

“Lying is bad, you know?” he hums, “It’s okay to let go sometimes. It’s okay to admit you can’t do things alone.” 

You shake your head. 

“No?” 

“You weren’t here. I was alone.” 

“I’m here now. I’ll always be here for you” 

Yoongi thinks people have pre-established ideals about him because of his job. Brute force and terror had never been something he wanted to instil in you. Never wanting to wear you down, pull you so far into the darkness that you stray away from the essence of your being. He loved you as you were and simply wanted you to see eye-to-eye with him. 

He hadn’t expected you to fall so soon. Had prepared to wait many more months if it meant he could have you where he wanted you. 

It’s endearing, how much control you seem to think you have over your own thoughts. The mind is ever so fragile, and truly, we are our own worst enemies. And maybe that’s what he found so fascinating about you. Wanting to weave his way into your own world, stuck inside your own head, so many thoughts and so many ugly feelings that he’d love to just wash away. 

And to just watch you find the little piece of freedom from your own awful mind. A fucked up hero that saved you from your own hysteria, because as much as you liked to think you were the one in control, he could see it. Watched as each day you slowly started to lose yourself. 

And Yoongi will never say it, will never take the prize of you sinking into his grasp, because you’d brought yourself here. And he assumes you’ll only continue to sink further and further until all you know is him; the way it’s supposed to be. 

And very soon, he knows the two of you will find something special.

🧸 thank you for reading!!

[coffeecat1983]

Hello! Hope it's okay if I send you a suggestion for the drabble game 🥰 I was thinking, how about 10 "I'm right here, okay?" for Mario and Luigi? No rush of course! 💖

A pleasure, my friend! I hope you enjoy.

Prompt #10 "I'm right here, okay?" (set in the Mario movie-verse, 2023)

   The apartment door swung open and Mario shuffled in with a groan. Despite his aches, he smiled when he heard his mother singing along to the radio as she made dinner. Hearing him, Marianna came out, a warm smile greeting her son.      "Hi sweetheart," she kissed his cheek before noting how exhausted he looked. "Bad day at work?"    He slid the toolbox off his shoulder. "Just a long one. Really could have used some help today." he said softly.      "Well get cleaned up and come eat, dinner's almost ready." she said, returning to the kitchen. Mario went to wash up and change. As he entered the bedroom, something felt off but he couldn't place what it was. Returning to the dining room the feeling increased as he took his seat.    Dinner was quiet, just him, his parents, and grandfather. Talk was light until Giovanni asked how work went.      "It was lousy, had to pull a lot of old pipes out from the floor. Thankfully the bathtub had already been taken out." Mario said, picking idly at his plate. He glanced at the chair beside him. "Big jobs like that will be easier once Lu gets back."    Giovanni froze, fork halfway to his mouth. Placing it back down he cleared his throat.      "Ah, Mario..." he stopped as Marianna touched his arm, a barely perceptible shake of the head making him change his mind.      "I mean, you're right, son. It's been a long day. Why don't you take tomorrow off, get some rest?"    Considering this, Mario gave in. "Yeah, yeah I think I will. I'm not very hungry tonight." He went to stand. "Sorry, Ma."      "It's all right, sweetheart."      He didn't notice the worried looks from his family as he made his way back to the bedroom. Going over and turning on his bedside light, he rubbed at his head.      "Really can't wait for Lu to..." he turned and letting out a small cry, fell back.    Hurried footsteps raced down the hall, Marianna bursting into the room with Giovanni right behind her.      "M-Ma?" Mario pointed, hand shaking as she kneeled beside him. "Where... Lu's bed, where's his bed?!"    He stared with horror at the empty spot. All that was there now was a table set up with some of Luigi's things with a framed photo in the center.    Mario's heart twisted as he realized it was a shrine.      "Mario," Marianna put her arms around him, "he's been gone for a year now." she said gently.    Memories that he kept pushing back came flooding forth.      A melted cage.     His brother hanging on.    Racing to reach him as he fell.    The scream that pierced his very soul.    The scream that echoed in his dreams night after night.      "No...I couldn't... I tried, Ma, I tried!" he broke, his body shaking as everything came back. Clinging to his parents, he threw his head back with a sob.      "Luigi!"

     "Mario, Mario, wake up..." The nightmare shattered around him. Waking, Mario gasped wildly as he struggled to sit up, shoving his blankets off in a panic. Hands grabbed his own, tired blue eyes that matched his watching him with worry.      "It's okay, it was just a dream." the soft, rusty voice he loved so dearly wrapped around him, forcing back the waves of fear.      "L-Luigi?" he choked out. The nod was all he needed. He grabbed his twin, trembling as tears flowed.      "I dreamt I lost you! I wasn't fast enough, the lava, you f-fell." another sob shook him. Warm arms held him close, a tender kiss to his head.      "Shh, you didn't lose me.  I'm right here, okay?" Luigi soothed. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."      "Mm'sorry." the exhausted apology was mumbled into his brother's shoulder as Mario slumped against him. Gently guiding him so he could turn, Luigi rested against the headboard with Mario snug against his chest. The gentle heartbeat provided a lullaby and Mario relaxed.      "Th'nks Lu." he mumbled again. "Love you."    A faint chuckle. "Love you too, big bro."

END

By "CC"

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Congratulations on 3K! 🎉🎉

Pastry + Bradley Bradshaw

Thank you so much, love!! And thank you for sending this in :D

3k Celebration Mini Drabbles

“Quick, kiss me!” you say hurriedly, grabbing your friend’s arm and wheeling him around so that he's facing you.

Bradley stares at you in alarm, half an éclair sticking out of his mouth.

“Chew faster!” you hiss.

Bradley furrows his brows, swallowing the rest of the pastry with a cringe. “That last bite would’ve been much more enjoyable if you didn’t rush me,” he says.

“Damn it, Bradshaw! Hide me!” You tuck yourself in between Bradley and the coffee bar.

“From what?” Bradley starts to look around.

You hastily grab his face in your hands. “Don’t look!”

Bradley watches you as you blink at him profusely. “Are you okay?” he asks, his speech garbled from the way you’re squeezing his cheeks.

“My ex is heading this way and I don’t want to talk to him.” Bradley tries to turn his head again, but you hold his face in place forcefully. “I said don’t look.”

“How can I protect you if I don’t know what he looks like?” he asks.

“I don’t need you to protect me, I need you to kiss me.”

Bradley’s gaze drops down to your mouth. He gulps uneasily and his eyes flit up to meet your gaze. “Are you sure?”

You grimace because suddenly your somewhat goofy friend, Bradley Bradshaw, looks kind of cute, and this revelation throws off your entire plan. “No, scratch that,” you say.

“Here,” Bradley says, dusting crumbs from his hands. He wraps his big arms around you and effectively hides your entire upper body from view.

You lean your head into his chest, the rhythm of his beating heart soothing your anxiety. He sways you slightly from side to side, resting his face on top of your head.

Then, just as you start to think that maybe you’re going to get away with not having to talk to your ex, the barista calls out your name. Bradley chuckles into your hair but keeps one hand over your head as he raises his arm. “Yep, that’s me!” he calls.

3k celebration

[back2bluesidex]

Hey Babygorl,

Fluff express is coming up.

Can you write a little Namjoon one where the reader is Namjoon's favourite author and they meet by accident in a book store. Like he didn't know who she was, (they started talking through some book they both read) and then he realises somehow.

Take your time :))

You're awesome. Fighting ✨

Pairing: idol!Namjoon X author!Reader

Word count: 900

Theme: Meet cute, and it's SFW

A/N: @phenomenalgirl9 here you go girl. But please note that I changed the storyline a bit since I don't know much about books. It was hard for me to put down any reference. Hope you enjoy it.

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"What do you mean it's sold out again?" Namjoon almost screams. He tries his best to keep his composure intact but he fails. He is not like this. Behaving out of budding anger isn't really a Namjoon thing but today he is losing it. 

This is his second visit to this bookstore, in which he is a valuable customer but this is also the second time he has failed to secure the copy of the book he has been waiting so long for. 

"Look miss, I pre-booked it. I understand that many of us couldn't secure a copy for the first round but it can't happen twice. I asked Mrs. Han to secure a copy for me. You can cross-check if you want." Namjoon says again, staring at the girl at the counter. She looks apologetic but helpless at the same time. 

"I am aware of it sir. Your copy was saved initially but-" she says. The girl is apparently debating on whether to spill the information or not. Maybe she settles for the later resolution but Namjoon is gonna press it out of her. 

"But what?" He emphasizes. 

"Um… it was actually given to a VIP customer. I am so sorry for your inconvenience sir. We will save you a copy as soon as the third lot arrives, along with a 20% discount." The girl bows again and again. But it doesn't soothe Namjoon's anger. 

He wants to say a lot.  For the first time in 10 years he wants to use his power, his fame. He wants to peel out his mask and bucket hat and tell them that he is The Kim Namjoon of BTS. But he can't. He is about to say something when the book he is fighting so hard for is placed on the counter along with some other books.

He glares at it.

If it was some other time, he would have let it slide. But it's one of the books he has been waiting for, written by one of his favourite authors of all time. It's the book for which he has managed time despite his crazy schedule, cycling all the way to the shop risking his privacy. He won't let it slide. Not this time. 

"That's my book." He says, voice low but something akin to anger dripping from it. 

"I am sorry? What?" The so-called VIP customer asks. He doesn't look at the owner of the voice. Keeping his eyes trained on the copy, he says, "I said that's my book which was sold to you because you are apparently a VIP customer." 

"I-is that true?" The voice asks and that's when Namjoon lifts his eyes and takes a look at you.

Your question is directed to the girl at the counter. She lowers her eyes and nods slowly. 

You sigh, "you should have told me so. I don't- ah leave it." 

And then you turn to face him and that's when he gets a good view of your full face.

You're pretty. Something in you screams natural. 

"I am so sorry you had to face this inconvenience because of me. I wasn't aware of the situation. You can have the book. And please let me pay for it. Consider it as an apology from me." You smile at him. 

"You don't-" he tries to say but

"Please?" You cut him off. He can't really say no to the eyes you are currently making at him. He finds himself nodding. Your smile becomes wider. 

Now he feels really bad for behaving like a stubborn kid earlier. 

"Ah-thanks." He says slowly while he tries to think of a way to apologise to you. 

"No, please don't thank me. It's me who should thank you for being so eager to read my book." You reply. 

Namjoon's eyebrows shoot above to reach his hairline, at the same time his jaw drops to the floor.

"What? Wait what? Your book? You- you are L/N Y/N?" He asks, the pitch of his voice tells of his excitement. 

"Ah yeah." You reply shyly, diverting your eyes from him. 

"That's why you are a VIP customer?" He asks again, it's still unbelievable. 

"I guess so?" You trail off. 

"Oh my! I am- I didn't know- let me! I just-" he is now hyper aware of the fact that he misbehaved with you a couple of minutes ago. 

"Hey hey. Calm down." You say, stepping a bit towards him, placing your hand on the side of his one arm, trying to calm him down. 

"I am extremely sorry, Miss. L/N. The way I behaved with you was totally unacceptable. Tell me how I can make it up to you?" Namjoon tries to make the situation better. 

You laugh as if it's no big deal. 

"Maybe you can buy me a coffee and tell me what you like the most about my books?" You say, there's a playfulness added to your voice. 

Did just one of his favourite authors ask him out for a friendly date? Well, what the fuck? 

"What do you say, Mr. Kim?" You press on and he realises he has been silent for a while. 

"Absolutely! If you have time we can go now." He says then pauses, "wait! You know who I am?" 

You smile again and head towards the exit with him following you closely. 

"Another crazy day at work." The girl at the counter sighs. 

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[snowbryneich]

99. Luke Rhaena me thinks and I’ll stop bothering you for the night hahah

99. “This bath is too damn hot.” - “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”

“This bath is too damned hot,” Luke said settling into the the steamy water in one of the great baths of the old bathing room at Dragonstone. They were more like pools really. The volcanic water had an odd smell and varying temperature which varied from exceedingly comfortable to almost scalding and it was impossible to predict what it would be day to day. 

It was why no-one used the bathing room anymore and why if perhaps chaperones had become a problem it could be used to guarantee privacy. 

“This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.” Rhaena said. She peeled off her shift, turning her back to him. Luke admired the sight of her pert backside as it appeared and the smooth soft skin of her back.

“I thought it was because Baela wouldn’t get you moon tea anymore,” Luke said moodily. That had not been a favourable revelation. 

“At least my sister was some help,” Rhaena said. “Try asking your brother for moon tea and see what it gets you.”

A lecture, Luke thought morosely. It was a complication he had not considered of Jace and Baela’s wedding - Mother wanted an heir of them immediately so she had stopped supplying Baela with the tea she patently did not need because she and Jace had done nothing but talk until they wed. 

Luke considered. 

“Your father,” he started. 

“If there is to be a conversation with my father about moon tea you can have it yourself!” Rhaena said whirling around - she was naked as her nameday now, - she always folded her clothes so nearly, Luke had thrown his directly onto the floor -  so while the reply was a disappointment the reaction was not.

She perched on the edge of the bath, Luke sat up a little and watched her. She dipped a toe in carefully. There were jugs of cold water about if it did get too hot but then she paused and frowned. 

“What kind of Targaryen are you?” she teased - they could say it with Targaryen - never Velaryon. “This water is not that hot.” 

“No,” Luke said, grinning at her. “But the view is exceedingly pleasant.” She glanced down at her nude form not covered by the water at all and plunged into the water. 

“You! Lucerys Velaryon,” she said, “are a menace.”

[nemaliwrites]

slams hands on table. maya and diego

Diego’s been in jail for eight weeks, and Maya’s come to visit him eight times.

He’s torn between wanting to slam his hands on the table and shake his head fondly. 

“Look, kid,” he tells her, yet again. “Don’t waste your life on a guy like me, okay?”

“I owe you my life, Mr. Armando,” says Maya. “Visiting you is the opposite of wasting it.”

Every time, he does whatever he can to drive her away, to make her hate him. She should hate him.

But the next week, there she is again. Seems like stubbornness runs in the family.

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[lfthinkerwrites]

Here’s something fun I thought I’d try: spin the wheel twice and I’ll write a small something about the characters you picked.

[euphoricfilter]

Jungkook and "I can't stop thinking about you." with the tiniest bit of angst with a fluffy ending. Thank you!!

rose tinted glasses:

pairing: idol! jungkook x f. reader

genre: fluff || angst || friends to lovers

summary: jungkook’s a patient man, and he’ll wait as long as you need to find him again.

word count: 1.1k

tags/ warnings: arguably mild angst, bad friends, maybe best bf kook, intended lowercase

notes: drabble game is closed <3 just a quick drabble that i will not overthink the quality of. it's an easy read one may argue.

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if you’d been the one looking at jungkook through rose tinted glass this whole time, then you wonder how the world views him.

personified perfection, the epitome of what a star should be. because in the world’s eyes, he lacked flaws.

there’s some sort of hidden rule the universe sets, that any input from family should mean something; it should mean everything. blood relations should always be held above everything else in life. they’re your family, of course they want what’s best for you.

it leaves you to wonder when the opinions of close friends had been held to the same standard. how you’d let yourself be swept up in their views of jungkook.

an acclaimed awful relationship, toxic, you should escape while you still can. crawl out of jungkook’s claws and save yourself before it’s too late.

you wonder when advice had become clear jealousy, lies they’d feed you over and over again until you’d been second guessing yourself. second guessing jungkook, when he’d truly tried his best to make your relationship work with so many outside factors interfering.

cameras acting as beady little eyes, scrutinizing him for things only human. digging into private affairs and overstepping inhumane boundaries.

jungkook was far from perfect, you knew that, they knew that— just not in the way they’d told you.

there had been nothing inherently wrong with what you had with jungkook. sure, you came from two completely different worlds, your job a lot less flashy, and arguably less successful than your (ex)boyfriend, but jungkook didn’t care.

because you liked him for him and that was really all he could ask you for. not when you sacrificed so much just to be with him.

nda forms, no public dates, weeks where he’d be abroad, too busy to call but too lonely not to leave you a heartfelt text about how much he missed you.

jungkook wasn’t selfish. you knew that. you’d always known that.

he hadn’t caged you. hadn’t locked the doors and fed the key to a beast where you couldn’t leave. fame hadn’t turned him into a monster— still very much human with human emotions and desires.

it’s a shame you’d let the pressure of those who were supposed to care about you ruin something so special.

the universe has funny ways of telling us things. just like how, if you and jungkook weren’t meant to be together, why was he all you saw. because your life would never be void of jungkook no matter how hard you tried to avoid him.

he was at a strange point in his career, every corner you turned, there he was. billboards, advertisements, his songs playing on the radio as you shop, coffee accompanied by the sweet melody of his voice. riding a steady wave of success with no clear end in sight.

you hadn’t called him for weeks, and he’d stopped leaving you messages on voicemail. perhaps he stopped caring. you wouldn’t blame him, could never blame him— probably swept up with a mountain of work, probably exhausted.

it takes you a month to realize that your misery was because of him. you’d been the one to end things, pressure of everyone finally getting to you. really you’d do anything to make the calls stop, the mean jabs over dinner or passive aggressive texts from friends.

lie after lie rotting your mind until you couldn’t take it anymore and you ran away from your problems.

maybe it was the silence of the evening. the way your friends had distanced themselves once you’d told them you’d stopped talking to jungkook; he was out of your life like they’d suggested. bitter betrayal squeezing your heart when you realize that isn’t what they wanted, because you were no use to them anymore if you had nothing to do with jungkook.

you’d been friends before lovers, their assumption being you’d just go back to being friends.

maybe it was the sticky solitude that had you roaming the streets gone midnight. in search of comfort, the only person you knew still had your back— who will always have your back no matter how big of a bitch you are.

you tug the sleeves of your hoodie further over your hands, tips of your fingers numb as you dial his apartment number.

you know he’s awake, hope slowly fizzling out the longer the door rings.

he doesn’t say anything, simply opening the door to the building. elevator taking an eternity to get to the lobby, even longer in taking you to the right floor.

jungkook’s stood at his door when you step out into the hallway, hair a little frizzy in the way it gets after he’s showered.

“hey” he says, and you stay rooted in your spot.

“i can’t stop thinking about you” you blurt, his figure nothing more than a blur as tears glaze your eyes.

“i can’t stop thinking about you either, my love”

“i’m so sorry” you shake your head as jungkook steps out of his apartment.

“don’t apologize, it must have been hard for you” he hums, tucking your hair behind your ear as you wipe your cheeks with the backs of your hands.

“don’t do this” you hiccup.

“don’t do what?” he smiles, hands falling onto your hips, gentle as he tugs you closer to his body.

“you’re too nice, you can’t be like this after what happened”

“nothing happened” jungkook shakes his head, taking a step backwards, pulling you along with him until you’re both in the warm of his apartment.

“i said some really mean things”

“that you didn’t mean”

your shoulders deflate, muscles warming under his hands like taffy.

“i know what was happening with your friends, your parents weren’t much help either. i’m not blaming you for something that was out of both our control”

“i shouldn’t have listened to them” you kick your shoes off.

“no, you shouldn’t have. but it’s not something we can change now”

bam peeks over the back of the couch, clumsy as he scuttles over to the two of you, “and what about us?”

“what about us?” jungkook kneels down, always one to spoil his dog with kisses, “why can’t we just go back to the way we were?”

you blink down at jungkook, “i’d really like that”

“i love you” he grins, “if you ever run away again, i’ll always wait for you at home. i’ll always be waiting”

“i won’t run again” you tell him, you’d made that mistake once, “i love you too much to do that again”

“i just put fresh sheets on the bed, if you wanna stay over?”

it’s strange, how even after a month apart, words that you never meant shouted in a fit of rage, and the distance of a city apart— jungkook will always feel like home.

the world viewed jungkook as perfect. and he wasn’t. not in the way everyone else saw him.

and even if jungkook were to be the beast, a villain of your love story, nothing could ever stop you from wandering back home into his arms. even if it meant the world was against you.

[coffeecat1983]

Drabble request #70 "I can't do this on my own."

For @pixx33

(takes place during the movie)

   The moon rose up over the field of fire flowers and the figure that was sitting up stared at it, wondering if his brother could see it as well. Sighing, Mario slumped back against the tree that the little group had set up camp under. He then turned his attention to the red cap he held in his hands.      "Oh Lu," he muttered sadly. "Please be okay."    Soft, small footsteps came from behind him, drawing him from his thoughts.      "Mario?" Toad's tone was worried. "Can't sleep?" The little mushroom man sat beside him, his face matching his concerned voice. "You said you've been up for two days before we stopped here. Can't you try to sleep?"      "I just can't stop worryin' about Lu."      "I bet he's worried about you, too." Toad folded his arms. "He's probably wonderin' if you're getting any sleep."    Mario couldn't help it, he chuckled faintly. "Yeah, that'd be my lil bro. He'd be askin' me if I wanted anything, do I need to talk," he ran his fingers over the brim of his cap again. "G-Givin' me a big hug, like he always does." his voice trembled. Toad put a caring hand on his friend's arm.      "Like the Princess said, we're gonna get him back."      "Thanks Toad." Mario looked back up towards the moon. "I can't do this on my own."

END

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[tongue-like-a-razor]

For your celebration, will you do “kisses” (whether it is an actual kiss or the chocolate, I’ll leave up to you) with Maverick.

Ahh a Maverick request!! Thanks for playing 🫶

3k Celebration Mini Drabbles

“How was your date?” Goose asks, and Maverick immediately looks up.

“You had a date?” Maverick asks, twisting in his seat to look at you over his shoulder.

You roll your eyes at the two of them. “It was great, he was a good kisser.”

“He kissed you?” Maverick closes his book and fully rotates away from his desk to face you.

You shrug. “Of course, he kissed me,” you say. “Multiple times.”

“He kissed you more than once?” Maverick exclaims. To his right, Goose cringes and starts to rub his forehead anxiously.

“In a variety of places.” You smile, winking at him.

Maverick sets his jaw. “How many?”

“How many what?” you ask.

“Mav” – Goose starts wearily, but Maverick cuts him off.

“How many kisses?”

You laugh. “How many will it take for you to finally ask me out?”

3k celebration

[back2bluesidex]

Grumpy menace of a reader with whomever you find easier to write🤠 it's morning, I'm gonna read it like morning newspaper 😭💕 thank you if you indulge in this request

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook X Reader

Word count: 504

Theme: Establish relationship au, fluff, so much fluff

A/N: @soraviie the request that you forgot about haha! Hope that you enjoy it, love! 💕

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“Jungkook no! Please let me sleep!” you whine, clearly very unimpressed with your boyfriend’s advances. 

However, he stays reluctant to your complaints as he nuzzles more into the warmth of your neck. At first he nudges the soft skin with his nose and then starts placing soft kisses anywhere he could reach. 

If it was any normal day, you would have been more than pleased to wake up to your adorable boyfriend cuddling you like this. But not today. Not when he decided to go live with his ramyeon recipe in the dead of the night just because he was unable to sleep. He was casually talking to the camera but hell! He was loud! As loud as an excited puppy. And sometimes he even suppresses Bam in the scale of excitement. 

You, being a light sleeper, could not sleep through his live session and stared blankly at the ceiling for a solid 1.5 hours. And now when sleep finally crept into your eyes and you can finally go back to sleeping comfortably, Jungkook decided to cuddle you. 

You whine again as you feel his lips climbing up to your jawbone while he holds you tightly by your waist. Gosh! Why is he so strong? 

“Jungkook! If you don’t let me sleep now, I promise no sex for next two weeks!” you threaten him. Jungkook’s eyes fly open. He detaches his mouth from your skin as he stares at you with those impossibly beautiful doe eyes. 

“What? Why? Why are you so grumpy this morning?” Jungkook asks as he partially hovers above your body. 

“You are asking me why? Really? You think it is possible for me to sleep through your impromptu cooking lessons at 4 am in the morning?” you reply grumpily. 

“oh! “ He replies briefly, “I am sorry, baby. I could not sleep so I just thought of spending some time with armies. Umm…. it wasn’t my intention to disturb you.” he adds. 

He knows what exactly he is doing, he is giving you those puppy eyes and trying to melt you to a puddle. But will you melt? Probably yes. 

You sigh, “it’s okay kook. Just let me sleep now okay? It’s weekend and you don’t have any schedule either, we will get a lot of time to spend together.” 

He smiles sweetly, one that is reserved only for you, one that you love beyond words could explain. You smile back, ruffling his “Ajjuma murray” and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. 

He lies back with you, holding you so close and tight. He sniffs your hair once and then starts stroking your hair with his nimble fingers.

“I will help you fall asleep” he whispers in your hair. And you swear to yourself, this is why Jungkook is the best boy in this world, this is why Jungkook is the best boyfriend one can get, and this is why you are so lucky to be with him like this, comfortable and quiet, all for him, all with him.  

[moneneki]

Hello friend!

Pairing Drabble #5: Yuezula

Ooooooh nice!

Hope you like the result!

“You’ve been very busy these last few days.”

Azula was not startled at the voice, only because it took a good deal to startle her at all. It could also be because Princess Yue’s voice was so impossibly soft that it was simply impossible to register it as a threat.

No. That was not it. Her father had never screamed at her, yet she’d always been very alert when listening to him.

Azula shook those thoughts and sighed.

“I’m sorry I missed tea this afternoon. It’s all the fault of my brother’s legislative project,” she said, succumbing to the temptation and falling into a nearby chair. She took off her bracelet, one of Yue’s gifts for their first year together; the delicate carvings under her fingers always helped her relax. “There are so many layers protecting those outdated laws… I was dying to get out and come visit you.”

There was a tension in Yue’s smile that immediately sent Azula’s mind into override.

“You’ve spent a lot of time meeting with one of the lawyers,” Yue finally sat down too, in her usual chair. 

“Well yes, he’s one of the main experts in royal decrees of the Second Dynasty…”

There was the tiniest huff coming from Yue’s direction. Azula forgot everything about the legal puzzles as something clicked inside her mind, like a key turning inside a lock. She stopped fiddling with the bracelet.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

The Northern Water Tribe princess looked back at her, mouth agape, before blushing furiously. As furious as the glare she then directed to Azula.

“I will not dignify that nonsense with an answer.”

Azula could feel her smile growing into a grin.

“You already did. Who would have thought that the calm and collected Princess Yue could feel something like that?”

Yue got up from her chair in flustered indignation, but before she could say anything, Azula met her, placing both hands over her shoulders and looking at the –beautiful in their fury– blue eyes from the vantage point of her greater height.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered, lowering her face to the ear behind the white curls, and smiling once again at the shiver the whisper had provoked. “I am only yours.”

When she let go of Yue’s shoulders, there were no more recriminations, although the blush had intensified.

“Good,” was all Yue said, before busying herself with the teapot.

Good.

Yes, good indeed. Azula wouldn’t have it any other way.

[pars-ley]

Can I just say an absolute huge thank you to everyone who has started following me recently and to the followers who have stuck around while I disappeared, how I got to 800 I will never know. But it means a lot, so in order to celebrate, I've decided to do a drabble game! Simply choose a member, one genre/au and one prompt from the list below, if you would like these to be fluffy, angsty or smutty please specify. Feel free to send an ask (anons welcome) or a message. Disclaimer: It will be member x female reader (unless you request gender neutral).

Choose one member:

BTS -

Namjoon

Seokjin

Hoseok

Yoongi

Taehyung

Jimin

Jungkook

Got7 -

Jackson

Jinyoung

Bambam

Jaebeom

Yugyeom

Mark

Youngjae

Choose one genre/au:

- Fake dating

- Best friends to lovers

- Enemies to lovers

- Office romance

- Coffee shop

- Soulmates

- Crime boss/mafia

- Body guard

- Single parent

- Idol

Choose one prompt:

1. "You knew me when I had nothing; when I was no one."

2. "I changed who I was for you, and now I don't know who I am anymore."

3. "You forget, I know all your secrets. I know you better than you know yourself."

4. "I feel like you're punishing me by being so sweet all the time, just stop. I don't deserve you."

5. "Just please, don't leave me."

6. "How do you expect me to focus, when you're walking around wearing that?"

7. "I know they don't want us to be together and I can't change that, but I will never stop loving you."

8. "I'd rather fight with you, than be with anyone else."

9. "You were the one that got away. I just wish I'd have told you back then, maybe things would be different."

10. "It's just temporary, but I need to know...will you wait for me?"

11. "It's not what it looks like, I swear to you."

12. "I can't believe I'm going to ask you of all people but I'm desperate. I need your help."

13. "Do you know what hoops I had to jump through to find you? Could you please just give me five minutes?"

14. "The way you taste, the feeling of your lips, you're like a drug to me."

15. "A kiss is never just a kiss, no matter what anyone says."

[nemaliwrites]

Adrien, Alya, race (for the drabble game <3)

“Man,” says Rena Rouge. “I thought patrol would be a lot more fun than this.”

Chat Noir grins. 

“It’s only fun if you make it fun,” he says, reaching out to tug on her hair. She swats him, giggling. “Maybe I could purr-suade you to a race? No way you’ll cat-ch me, of course.”

“We’ll see about that.” Rena brings her flute to her lips. “You better run, chaton, before we test how good those reflexes of yours really are.”

Chat Noir vaults away, a blur in the night – and Rena, never one to back down from a challenge, follows.

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drabble masterlist:

a collection of my drabbles, mdni!! please read the tags/ warnings for each fic

key: fluff ~ [❀] || smut ~ [♡] || angst ~ [☾] || other aus are specified before each fic

my full masterlist

ot7:

☆ fireworks and shooting stars ❀

⋆ summary: bunnies aren't supposed to climb trees, and it seems you and jungkook find that out the hard way.

namjoon:

☆ lavender lemonade ❀

⋆ summary: you love spring and namjoon loves you.

☆ daydreams ❀

⋆ summary: sometimes it’s nice to get lost in daydreams

☆ lucky flowers ❀

⋆ summary: after a hard day at work, it's always nice to be in your safe space; and for you, Namjoon is just that.

jin:

☆ inconvenient convenience ❀

⋆ summary: as much as you liked to poke fun at jin for believing in things as trivial as fate, there’s no denying your love story was moulded by destiny.

yoongi:

☆ the life of a tyrant ❀

⋆ summary: it’s hard to hide you from the world when you’re on the run.

☆ strawberry ice cream ❀

⋆ summary: yoongi’s solution to your 3am outbursts always ended in sweet kisses that tasted of sweet coffee and strawberry ice cream.

☆ in the silence of the studio ❀ ♡

⋆ summary: no one ever seems to bring up why you and yoongi always disappear during the company’s release parties.

☆ the depths of hell ❀ ☾

⋆ summary: yoongi hates when you cry.

☆ how time has changed you ❀ [1/3]

⋆ summary: yoongi liked to spoil you, and had to deal with the consequences when you didn't get your way

☆ it’s all in your head ☾ ❀ [2/3]

⋆ summary: you’re the one that let yourself fall

☆ consumed by you ♡ ❀ [3/3]

⋆ summary: yoongi is finally home and you have a special way of showing him how much you missed him

☆ from a dove to a crow ❀ ☾

⋆ summary: all demons are just fallen angels

☆ summer mornings and strawberries ❀

⋆ summary: sometimes it's hard to put your love for someone into words

☆ you and i ❀

⋆ summary: you commit treason, and there's only one person you'd ever trust with your life

hoseok:

☆ maybe the first, but not the last time ❀ ♡

⋆ summary: hoseok was written by a woman, and you're lucky he's all yours.

jimin:

☆ aren't you lonely? ♡

⋆ summary: sure, it was unfair you stayed locked in the bedroom all day, though you never seem to mind when Jimin pays you a little bit of attention at the end of the day.

taehyung:

☆ copycat ❀ ☾

⋆ summary: when in doubt, jungkook and taehyung are always there to reassure you that you're okay.

☆ daydreams ❀

⋆ summary: sometimes it’s nice to get lost in daydreams

☆ the red means i love you ❀ ♡

⋆ summary: taehyung always knew how to cheer you up.

☆ 20191009 i like her ❀

⋆ summary: taehyung loves to take care of you

☆ even if you aren’t human ❀

⋆ summary: if taehyung would have known, he would have asked you to be his years ago

jungkook:

☆ happy valentine’s day ❀ [1/2]

⋆ summary: everyday is valentines day with jungkook

☆ moments like these ❀ [2/2]

⋆ summary: domestic moments like these have always been jungkook's favourite.

☆ copycat ❀ ☾

⋆ summary: when in doubt, jungkook and taehyung are always there to reassure you that you're okay.

☆ fireworks and shooting stars ❀

⋆ summary: bunnies aren't supposed to climb trees, and it seems you and jungkook find that out the hard way.

☆ rose tinted glasses ❀ ☾

⋆ summary: jungkook’s a patient man, and he’ll wait as long as you need to find him again.