#sf drabble

[smuttyfairy]

Number 6 Namjoon:))))))))))))))))))))))

6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

You didn’t know how it came to this. 

How could it have even escalated like this? 

A trashed wedding venue, your family and loved ones quieted with fear as they anticipated the nerve-wracking scene that was ensuing between you, Taehyung, and Namjoon.

How could you have known that Taehyung had been in love with you all this time? Or even at all? He had been your friend since high school and was always there for you, to comfort and care and love you when you needed it most in your darkest hours. He was always cheerful and happy to see you. Always so warm and welcoming with you. That’s usually how it goes with friends, right?

You had always known him to be calm and collected, never voicing his emotions or feelings because that’s just how he was so you never dug into him than he let up.

So why of all days did he decide to snap?

It all happened so quick… the beautiful venue draped in white and pastels of pink and yellow. It was your wedding day with Namjoon. The day that would connect the two of you as one, signifying that the both of you would be together forever, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish…til death do you part.

“If I can’t have you, no one will, (Y/N)! I promise we’ll be together on the other side! And I’ll love you better than he can!” Taehyung cried as he pointed the gun faced at you.

You stood frozen and speechless, unable to form any sort of sentence. Fear sucked the air from your lungs and the pounding of your heart was louder than ever before. Tears only fell from your face as you watched Taehyung’s pointer finger slowly begin to pull the trigger. You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation, waiting for the bullet to shoot through your chest.

“No! (Y/N)!” Namjoon yelled in desparation.

The gun shot and sounded, echoing off the walls in the venue. You winced and waited for the pain to shoot through your chest. You waited to drop to the floor but you never did.

You opened your eyes to see your white wedding dress still intact and unstained with blood, but you’re horrified when you look up to see Namjoon in front of you, smiling with a tear falling down his cheek, the white shirt under his suit stained blood-red with a growing diameter.

“NO!!” You shrieked, tears immediately falling from your face as Namjoon fell forward and collapsed into your arms. You kneeled to the ground with him and held him in your arms.

In the background cops have finally arrived at the scene, pointing their guns at Taehyung and urging him to put his hands in the air and put the gun down. He smiles with tears streaming down his face as he drops the gun and slowly raises his hands in the air. He watches you, cheeks stained with tears he may never get to catch again as he himself took the love of your life with his own hands. The act was nonetheless satisfying, yet nothing pained him more to see you broken as you were now. He continued to turn his head back as he was handcuffed and forced out of the venue, sad to see you go as it may as well have been his last.

“No, no, no, no! Namjoon- baby-,” you whimpered with tears, applying pressure to the wound in his chest. “Why did you do that for me..?”

Namjoon weakly placed his hand on yours as it pressed against his chest. “I love you… (Y/N),” he coughed, softly grinning. “You’ve made me the happiest man on Earth… and I can’t thank you enough.”

His words cut you like a knife, making your choke on your tears and the pain of your heart being broken. 

“No, no, no…. baby… don’t say that,” you whispered in between sniffles. “You going to be okay.”

“I, Namjoon,” he weakly began. “-take you, (Y/N)… to be my lawfully wedded wife… to have and to hold… for better, for worse,” he deeply breathed and then coughed, blood evidently filling his lungs. “For richer, for poorer… in sickness and in health,” he grinned, taking your hand from his chest and kissing your knuckles. “Until death do us part.” 

“You can’t die. Please don’t die,” your voice cracked, taking his hand and bringing to your cheek. His hand going cold and his face becoming pale. You rocked back and forth with him in your arms as your eyes swelled with tears, clenching his hand tightly in yours, internally begging and praying that someone he’d be okay. 

Namjoon’s eyes fell heavy and you choked back a sobbing your throat. “Namjoon? Baby? Stay awake,” You lightly shook him.

Namjoon faintly smiled as he brought his free hand to wipe your tears and cherish your flushed cheeks. “I will always… love you, baby,” he weakly breathed, his eyes sparkling one last time with such love and endearment for you before fluttering close.

“I love you too, baby,” you softly cried.

And then his hand fell from your cheek and his smile slowly disappeared. 

You broke out into a loud and uncontrollable sob, choking back your tears but failing as you let it all out. You squeezed the love of your life and held him close to your body, suffering and grieving the loss of his life and realizing you weren’t getting him back. His sweet dimpled cheeks that came out of hiding when he smiled. His glowing eyes as he spoke to you and the many random thoughts about life he brought up. His shy but cute little laugh and his long arms and tall stature that held you safely within him. The many ‘i love yous’ he would whisper to you. 

All gone.

Your heart couldn’t have shattered anymore than it already had… but it did. Nothing more could make you as empty as you were now.

Drabble prompt credits

[showingthroughtome]

'You think you're funny?' Or 'is that my shirt?' For the drabble prompt because I miss your writing :)

i went with “is that my shirt”!!! i hope this is alright! i had a ton of fun writing it and might even do the “you think you’re funny?” one later! thanks for sending this in!!! oh, and this is definitely back before the date and this kiss and the phone calls. back when they were happy lol

request drabbles from this prompt!

Noa walks into class 9 minutes late and fully aware of what she’s doing. She can’t help it though - the only clothes she could get on quick enough were the clothes on her floor, left in a pile by the boy who didn’t think to wake her up. Thank god it was her jeans laying on top and not his, because even with a similar stature, they’d drown her.

She rushes to her seat beside said boy, sliding into it smoothly, hoping that the teacher doesn’t make any kind of eye contact with her. And it’s then that she gives Harry a glance of pure unamusement. Sure he had to wake up way earlier than her for his morning practice so he was way out of the door by 6am, but surely he could’ve called her when she wasn’t there 15 minutes early like usual.

He looks her over, nothing catching his attention until his eyes move back to the SU basketball team shirt she has on.

“Is that my shirt?” He asks pointlessly in a whisper, already knowing the answer - perhaps that’s why his lips are turning to a satisfied smirk.

She rolls her eyes without dignifying him with any other acknowledgment. She gets out her notebook, sets her phone on the table, and clicks her pen before writing down the notes on the screen.

Not long after, her phone lights up in the corner of her eye with a text from Harry.

Is that my shirt?

She huffs as quiet as can be, flicking the message open and typing with just her index finger.

No, it’s some other basketball player’s who I had sex with last night

Not cool

Comes quickly after her message is delivered. Noa sighs and types,

Of course it’s yours, Harry. It’s okay that I’m wearing it right?

Never take it off

I love what you’ve done to it

The messages are too distracting for her to not reply even though she really is trying to pay attention to the PowerPoint. All she did was tie it up in the corner so it wasn’t so loose and baggy. Though, that did create a good amount of her skin to show right around her left lip.

Yeah?

It’s making this lecture even more difficult than normal

You get to sit next to me for an entire 55 minutes, nothing should be difficult about that

True. But think about what else we could be doing?

Noa reads the message and smiles like she normally does when Harry is flirty through text, although usually he isn’t right next to her to see the smile.

You’re thinking about it aren’t you?

He texts again before she says anything, obviously referring to her expression. She quickly tightens her lips and returns to normal.

Stop

She has her pen in her hand, copying down a bullet point, trying to ignore him, but her eyes can’t help themselves to see what follows. After reading the new message, she laughs to herself, shaking her head at his absurdity before another one comes through. And another.

We could be doing things like last night

I can’t get your taste out of my mouth

Your moan out of my head

Glancing in his direction, he’s already looking at her, smiling like everything is normal. Noa checks to make sure the teacher isn’t looking her way and then swiftly, she snatches the phone out of Harry’s hands.  

“You’ll get it back when you learn how to control yourself.” She murmurs sternly, but then raises her eyebrows suggestively just to return the favor, just barely biting her bottom lip.

Harry absorbs that for a second before he leans closer, “You’ll stop getting messages like that when you learn how to control yourself.”

The sentence is followed by a wink and a smirk, causing her to laugh. Because how could she not with a boy like Harry - so smooth even though she hates to admit it, and so cute even though she hates to admit it, and so lovely even though she hates to admit it.

They both hear a cough from in front of them, gaining their attention, finding the girl who sits there to look even more unamused than Noa did when she first came in. She turns back around once her distaste is clearly shown and Noa just shrugs in her direction.

Noa returns to the lecture with both phones on her desk and a fidgety boy by her side. So she knows as soon as it’s over, she’ll find herself somewhere with him - somewhere wrapped up in or around him. And she can’t even be mad at that. But it really does make the last thirty minutes of the class drag on and on and on.

[showingthroughtome]

"Who were you with?" and "you're a terrible cook" for the drabble prompts?????

okay! sorry this is taking a while! (im working on the other ones too i promise) hope you enjoy! its a molly pov!!!!!!

It comes as a startle - the horrifying sound that Molly would extinguish from the universe if she could. It’s just… no one on earth should be woken up with a door slam. It just shouldn’t be a thing. Especially on mornings after Sigma Kappa nights.

It isn’t the alcohol or the non stop dancing that has Molly burying her head in the pillow, but it’s the boy. The one whose room she crawled out of just hours ago.

The door that slammed wasn’t hers, she finds, but it has to be one of her neighbors at the residence hall. And some knowing feeling tells her exactly who the culprit is.

In anger, she rolls out of bed and quickly finds herself in Noa’s room, not awake enough to notice anything before her mouth is moving, “Could you not wake up the whole floor every time you enter or exit your room?”

Noa, who is fully dressed in clothes from the night before, smiles in response, wider than she has for a while.

“Chill, Molls.” Noa shrugs off the sarcasm. “It’s not that early. Everyone is already up except for you.”

“Yeah right! Annie sleeps until 2:30 everyday and you know that.”

Molly watches as Noa begins to giggle for no apparent reason, and that’s when her suspicion begins to grow. Noa isn’t particularly a grumpy person but she sure as hell isn’t a giggler. She’ll chuckle, yeah. She’ll cackle for sure. But the only other time Molly hears Noa giggle is when truly blessed out on a good high or when an orgasm isn’t too far gone.

Those thoughts alone is erasing the frustration and strictly pulling out curiosity.

“Who were you with?” Molly examines her good friend further, trying to find the answers on her. She spots a flannel on her body that she doesn’t think she recognizes as Noa’s, but then again, she knows how much Noa loves goodwill.

Noa doesn’t stop grinning but she does falter slightly when moving to her dresser, asking, “When?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, girl.”

“I’m not.” Noa pulls out her workout clothes for the practice Molly only just now remembers.

“Noa.” Molly says as a warning, kind of like, you better tell me now or I’ll kill you. “I can tell somethi-”

Noa’s door opens halfway through Molly’s sentence, causing her to immediately pause, Farrah walking in looking just as night-before as Noa. With her presence, Molly is sure they’ll get the answer - Farrah rarely settles until she knows what she wants to know, and she will want to know this.

Molly is smirking harder than she has in years when she checks to see how Noa reacts to the blonde’s entrance.

“Hiya.” Farrah jumps on the bed right away, cheerful and peppy.

“Molly, no.” Noa’s eyes go wide, pleading as soon as it hits her that the secret she’s trying to keep will soon be common knowledge in this room.

Molly just shrugs, faking sympathy, turning towards Farrah. “Hey! So guess what?” She waits approximately one second before, “Yeah, Noa did have sex last night and she won’t tell me who with.”

Popping up from her lounging position and looking like a puppy dog, Farrah gasps. “What?”

“Oh my god.” Noa sighs as she pulls her top off, throwing the flannel on the floor with it.

Molly rushes to pick it up and hold it as evidence. “Yeah. I mean, look at this flannel.”

“That’s not yours.” Farrah stands, moving to Molly, grabbing it from her to examine it further.

“Could be.” Noa winks playfully, still in a good mood even though she is getting annoyed.

“But it’s not.” Farrah shakes her head. “So whose is it?”

All three girls stare at each other, waiting for something to be said on Noa’s part but she just looks back at them, half naked. Molly spots the beginning of the end though - Farrah starts crossing her arms across her chest with a tap of her foot. Any sane person would give up now and just tell Farrah what she wants. If not, they’ll sit through hours and hours of badgering.

Noa is sane, so she slides her tank top on and asks them back, “Who do you think?”

“It better be who I think it is.” Molly has a good idea, someone who she knows Noa is getting all caught up with and that has proven to be a pretty decent guy on multiple occasions.

And Farrah must automatically think of him too because she’s begging, “Oh, please say it is! It’s gotta be Harry.”

At the sound of the name, Noa does nothing but raise her eyebrows and the girls lose it. Molly is hooting mostly just to mock the way Farrah starts screeching in joy and Noa covers her entire face with her hands, surely wishing she was anywhere but there. Molly doesn’t blame Noa for that - she hates doing emotions just as much, and even more, she hates being grilled by Farrah on things she’d rather pretend didn’t mean anything. But maybe next time, Noa won’t slam the door when coming in before noon.

[starfighterheadcanons]

After they are discharged Enke intends to propose to Keeler.

oh.

yes.

please.

...

This was probably the hardest thing he’d ever done inhis whole life.

No, scratch that. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done. Harder than growing up in thecolonies. Harder than fighting ‘Terons and circumnavigate fucking militarypolitics.

It was the singular hardest thing ever. Period.

Originally, he’d planned to ask Keeler in the fancyrestaurant he’d taken him out for dinner to. But the place had been fucking packed. The air buzzing with laughter,snippets of conversations and the clinking of cutlery.

So the plain gold ring was still burning a hole in thepockets of his slacks when they left the place about one and a half hour later.

Since it was such a beautiful night, they’d decided totake the long way back to the apartment complex they’d moved in just a coupledays ago. Hand in hand, they walked through the nice little park, the windrustling in the treetops, the moon casting silvery light over lawns and flowerbeds.

Encke might not been the type for sappy romance shit,but even he appreciated the atmosphere of peace and quiet.

When they passed the pond, waterlilies floating on thesurface reflecting the night sky laced with stars, he struggled to work up allhis courage to finally go through with his plan.

“Keeler, I …” He fell silent when he dug his hand intohis pants pocket and didn’t find what he was fumbling around for.

His heart skipped a beat.

The ring.

It was gone.

“Can it be you’re looking for this?”

And by some miracle there was the ring, held betweenKeeler’s thumb and index finger, shimmering in the moonlight.

Encke swallowed. His mouth was as dry as the Saharadesert back on Earth. “How did you …?”

Keeler smiled. “It seems you lost it on your way to therest room. Our waiter found it next to our table and gave it to me.”

For a moment there was silence. Encke’s heart waspounding like mad.

“Keeler, I … You know … I …”

“My answer is yes,” Keeler said, smiling even wider. “Whenit comes to you my answer will always be yes.”

They kissed, and Encke thought, this was probably thebest thing he’d ever done in his life.

No, scratch that. It was the best thing he’d ever done.

The singular best thing ever.

Period.