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anonymous asked:

Um it's 2017... Kind of embarrassing to still be a larrie after all this time, just saying

the year is 2017. the one direction hiatus has been taking a toll on all of us. each day, we wait anxiously for the news of the revival of the band. however, there are more problems lingering in the shadows of the news of solo projects and movie premieres…. what is the state of larry? are they still together? larries began to disappear all over the world. the antis, houies, and ex larries scour the internet, finding any traces of larries remaining on this site. the survivors are strong, but they are constantly in danger of the lurkers finding their blog and anonymously attacking them. 

i sit in my room, looking at my blue and green watch, wondering when this will all end. when will we be free? when will louis and harry be free? i shed a tear thinking about the state of the fandom, and the world.  i hear a knock on my door, interrupting my train of thought. startled, i shove the watch back in my sock drawer, not wanting to expose myself as a larrie for having these colors as part of my wardrobe. it was nestled along with my rainbow bear and leeds festival bracelet, the surviving artifacts after the anonymous figures invaded my neighborhood. i got away unscathed last time, but my close friend deactivated. i needed to maintain my secret, in fear of the repercussions of being a larrie in this day and age. 

i open my door to a figure, hidden in the shadows, features obscured by the darkness. i swallow my anxiety in the silence. ‘who are they?’ i wonder. the figure reaches into their pocket and holds up a phone, open to my blog. my eyes dart from the phone, to the faceless figure, unsure of how they found out. i shake in fear. then i hear the sentence; the sentence that every larrie fears… “damn r u a larrie?” they say. i scream, slamming the door. my heart is pounding. how did they find out? i’ve been so careful.

they began pounding against my door, attempting to kick it down. i can hear their angry yells from behind the door. “AIMH was 6 years ago! get over it! louis has a child! harry and kendall are my otp!” i run to my wall and touch my one direction poster, hand lingering in between harry and louis. “i’m doing this for you.” i close my eyes and take a deep breath, accepting my fate as the door abruptly gets knocked down.

i feel the presence move closer to me. i knew this was the end. i braced myself for my demise, when suddenly, i heard a ping from my phone and the phone of my attacker. i slowly opened my eyes and saw the faceless figure unlock their phone. i did the same. what i saw shocked me… it was a tweet… from louis to harry. what? how could this be? i look back at my attacker, mouth agape and eyes wide.

they murmured under their breath, “@Harry_Styles happy birthday mate! have a sick night.” we stood in silence, the pounding of our hearts and our deep breathing filling the room. they look back up at me, expression unreadable. they placed their phone back in their pocket, and walked out of the room with their shoulders hunched. i never saw the mysterious figure again.

and that is the story about how i’m surviving, as a larrie, in 2017. thank you louis, your tweet saved my life. the end.

IC 1795: The Fishhead Nebula : To some, this nebula looks like the head of a fish. However, this colorful cosmic portrait really features glowing gas and obscuring dust clouds in IC 1795, a star forming region in the northern constellation Cassiopeia. The nebulas colors were created by adopting the Hubble false-color palette for mapping narrow emission from oxygen, hydrogen, and sulfur atoms to blue, green and red colors, and further blending the data with images of the region recorded through broadband filters. Not far on the sky from the famous Double Star Cluster in Perseus, IC 1795 is itself located next to IC 1805, the Heart Nebula, as part of a complex of star forming regions that lie at the edge of a large molecular cloud. Located just over 6,000 light-years away, the larger star forming complex sprawls along the Perseus spiral arm of our Milky Way Galaxy. At that distance, this picture would span about 70 light-years across IC 1795. via NASA

The Last Goodbye

Pathfinder Macen Barro asked Avitus Rix to oversee his entry into cryo. He said he wanted Avi’s face to be the last thing he saw in the Milky Way.

He got his wish.

“Too bad there’s not room in here for two, huh?”

Avitus scoffed, the sound chittering in his throat as he kept his eyes on the console. “Like I’d want to wake up after 600 years of your bony ass digging into me,” he muttered. He glanced up only briefly as Macen chuckled. The Pathfinder looked like he was being packed for shipping, standing idly in the cryo pod while Avitus triple-checked the life support stasis controls. Cushions molded to the shape of Macen’s form, supporting his neck and fringe, hugging snugly against his narrow waist - not unlike the custom-cut foam Avitus was used to seeing in weapons shipments. It made him look ridiculous - even more so with the lopsided grin he was wearing.

“I’ll be sure to be there when they pull you out of cryo,” Macen offered.

“That’s really not necessary,” Avitus said distractedly, pulling up the UI for temperature control.

“Oh, it is. Believe me,” Macen continued. “I’ll be armed with something loaded with caffeine. You’re a cranky bastard in the mornings, Avi. I’d hate to see what you’re like after a half-millenia snooze.”

Avitus merely grumbled, scanning the readings. Macen leaned forward, casting a cursory glance down both ends of the cryo bay before reaching his hand out. “Hey,” he said, his voice softening, “Come here.”

Avitus hesitated, his eyes following the same path Macen’s had a moment before. It wasn’t that he was ashamed. He had no reason to be, refused to be, and anyone who would judge him could go fuck themselves. But Macen was his superior officer and old military habits die hard. No one in the turian forces would have cared if the two of them decided to blow off some steam but this - this thing between them - it went deeper than that. Much deeper.

For now, Avitus wanted to focus on their jobs, to keep their more intimate connection private. At least that way no one could question Macen’s judgement when it came to having Avitus as his second.

Reassured that they were alone, Avitus stepped up to the foot of the pod. Macen leaned forward, bracing himself with one hand on the pod’s frame while the other sought the front of his uniform, tugging him closer. Their brows met and Avitus let his eyes close with a sigh. It was a touching gesture.

A lover’s gesture.

“We’re going to make it through this, Avi,” he whispered, his subvocals buzzing low.

“I’m not worried-”

“Yes. You are,” Macen said firmly. He tilted his head, mandibles twitching as he nuzzled them against his own. “It’s alright to admit that. But everything is going to be fine.”

Avitus squeezed his eyes shut tighter. “You can’t know that.” He wouldn’t go so far as to admit to being afraid. He could handle fear. It was the uncertainty that got to him, that had kept him up this past week, wondering if they were making a mistake.

“I do,” Macen hummed. “You know why?” He pulled back, mandibles flaring in a self-satisfied smirk. “Because I’m in charge.”

Avitus let out a half-hearted laugh, shaking his head. “Pompous ass.”

The insult held no heat. No malice. Avitus let himself return the nuzzling, burying his face against the side of Macen’s neck before letting out a slow sigh.

“It’s just like taking a nap,” Macen reassured him. “And I’ll be there when you wake up. You’ll be the last thing I see in the Milky Way and I’ll be the first thing you see in Andromeda.”

Avitus huffed out a laugh. “I’d like that,” he admitted.

Macen’s arm looped around him, as much of an embrace as he could offer leaning half-out of his pod, his fingers scratching lightly at the back of Avitus’s carapace through his shirt. “And when everything is said and done,” he continued, “you and I will find some quiet little place to ourselves, so you can live out your retirement like an old man.”

Avitus knew it was a joke at his expense, but the idea warmed him all the same. The two of them, a fresh start, somewhere new where they wouldn’t be restricted by the chain of command, where they could just be civilians. Where they could just be. No more covert ops. No more killing for cowards too frightened to do their own dirty work. Just the two of them on a golden world, learning to live the kind of life he’d never allowed himself to have.

Avitus looked up, meeting Macen’s eyes and he could tell the man was thinking the same thing. There would be obstacles to overcome when they got there, but they could make this work. Macen would find them a new home and Avitus would be there, right by his side, every step of the way. And once they left the Milky Way behind, once they left Palaven and turian command and took their first look at Andromeda, things would be different. They would be different.

Macen’s hand moved up into his fringe, stroking only briefly before falling away. “Now tell me goodnight and push the button,” he said, taking a breath as he straightened himself in his pod. “The sooner I go under, the sooner we’ll be there, right?”

“Right.” Avitus cleared his throat, retracing his steps back to the console. Part of him wanted to run the diagnostic again, to make certain everything was properly calibrated, but he knew he’d only be stalling. It was time.

He punched in the sequence, watching as the pod stirred into life, the door beginning to close. “Sleep well, Pathfinder.”

Macen smiled. “Love you, Avi.” He winked. “See you soon.”

Avitus didn’t have time to respond before the pod sealed with a hiss, the small window already starting to crystalize with frost, obscuring Macen’s features. The arms holding the pod lifted, bending outstretched limbs as Avitus watched him slide into place among the other sleeping crewmembers.

“I love you too, Macen,” he whispered.

It was the last time he’d get to say those words.


Lou Bunin’s Alice In Wonderland, 1949

Chapter 1

This would literally not leave me alone. I had so much fun at the stream by @askdevildarling where the first Alice ever was drawn! I dedicate this drabble to them! This is just my interpretations of course and meant for funsies. I hope you all like it!


It was all darkness around her. Alice couldn’t really feel much of anything except for the sensation of being smothered. It was so dark that even the soft glow of her halo was stifled and she felt as though something..someone was missing.


There was a sudden prickle up her spine, eyes widening in the thick gloom as she felt it; felt him. Her Bendy..her little Devil Darling..he was nearby and he needed her help. He was in danger. She had to save him! With considerable effort against the tar like mire around her, she struggled towards the sensation..wishing with all her heart that she would reach him in time.

°•Bendy..I’m coming darling..please..please hold on!•°

Within the darkened chamber of the room that housed the dreaded Machine, one of the thick puddles surrounding it rippled. It quaked and shuddered, as if something was pushing up from under it. A white gloved hand broke the surface in a rush desperate to find a hold. A second one appeared, gripping tight to the grooves in the floorboards. Alice felt a rush of relief then; solid ground! She could pull herself out of this horrible place!

With a herculean effort, Alive dug her fingers in tight to the wood, hoisting herself out of the thick ink inch by inch. When her face broke the surface, soft lips parted with a gasp for air, eye wide as she scrabbled away from the puddle that had held her hostage. No sooner had she escaped than she was overcome with a coughing spell. Alices’ body shuddered and twitched as her lungs squeezed, forcing out the thick ink and leaving her dizzy.

She swooned lightly, the back of her hand going to her dainty forhead as she recovered from her ordeal. Her body was solidifying now..soaking up excess ink to make her form as it was proper. Feeling the prickle again, she gasped and stood up, looking around in anxiousness before it sank in. The studio. She was back. Alice closed her eyes tight against memories that ached and tugged at her heart and focused on what mattered…getting to Bendy. He was close..she could feel it.

Mustering up her courage, she reached into her hammerspace and pulled her sword, holding up her skirt as she pushed aside her fears and ran into the darkness of the studio with the glow of her halo and holy sword to light the way. Someone was hurting her love and she would NOT allow it. Not again! She had been done away with by Joey for getting in his way by being too protective of the one she was drawn for. She had failed him..and she refused to let it happen a second time. Alice panted as she ran down the winding halls, allowing her heart to lead the way, the sensation growing stronger.

But how was she to know that it was simply Devil and Darling having one of their arguments?

“Aw lighten up Darlin’! They was just curious like ya know?” The little toon said with a snarky grin plastered on his face. “B'sides~ if they like ya enough, maybe ya won’t be such a stick in the mud yeah?” Devil’s gloved hands sank into his pockets as he regarded the looming dripping being before him, a sharp toothed snarl on his obscured features.

“Listen you little -fool-. I have no care for those mortal pests..and I tolerate you because I have no other choice…otherwise…” Darling snarled out, his teeth bared as he pulled himself up tall to loom over Devil. It didnt do much of course..but it made him feel slightly better to threaten his obnoxious counterpart. “Both you and they would meet a swift horrible end.” He hissed.


Alices’ voice cut through the tension like a knife and startled the pair. Darling rounded on Alice but hesitated when he saw the fire in her eyes and the shining sword she brandished. “Back it up buster!” Alice threatened, using a few swings to push Darling away from her love. Darling snarled and hissed, teeth and claws bared as he spoke “What is the meaning of this?!” What in the world was an Angel of all things doing here?! And what could she want with that insufferable toon?

When Darling had backed up enough, Alice gave him a steely glare that said for him to stay right where he was before she turned to a slackjawed Devil behind her. “A-Alice?!” He stammered, staring at her in disbelief and her heart panged. “BENDY!” She let her sword fall with a rather loud CLANG as she gathered up the confused sputtering demon and hugged him tight to her chest. “Oh Bendy! I was so afraid I wouldn’t get here in time! Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” She asked as she leaned back to look him over, worry written on every inch of her face.

Still in shock, Devil managed his trademark grin, albeit a bit shaky and a shake of his head. “I’m just fine Angelcakes~” the name had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it and he suddenly found himself being peppered in kisses “Oh thank goodness!” Alice said in tearful relief as she placed more adoring smooches on his face, leaving perfect pretty lipstick marks all over. “I was so scared…” she whimpered, her knees giving out and she slid to the floor holding him close.

Devil was a bit stunned by the kisses, giving a twitterpated laugh as she finished her barrage of affection, coming back to his senses when she spoke so tearfully. Shaking his head with a comical noise he gave her a tender look. “Hey hey..it’s okay doll…me an’ Darlin’ here were just havin’ a talk is all…real friendly-like ya know?” He soothed, petting her hair and admiring the glow it caught off her halo.

“Oh of course. Chummy as can be.” Darling said with a snarl, shrinking back just a bit when Alice’s soft whimpers and teary voice instantly vanished. She whirled her head to face him and she was giving him a hard look that for some reason shook him to his core. Perhaps he was more of that horrid little toon than he thought. “It. Had. Better. Be. Or so help me God I will smite you where you stand!” She seethed at him through her teeth. He had wanted to make a snarky reply..but her eyes told him it was best to keep it to himself. So he merely held up his hands in a placating way and it seemed to work as Alice huffed and turned back to his counterpart.

“Oh Bendy…I missed you so much~” she cooed, cuddling as close to him as she could get, pulling a blush from Devil as she rubbed his horns just so. He hummed and relaxed into her, regarding Darling over her shoulder with a smug almost drunken face. “Hmm..Missed you too sweetcheeks…” he said, still reeling from how she had brought Darling to heel.

This might be fun after all~


On this day in music history: October 14, 1977 - “Heroes”, the thirteenth album by David Bowie is released. Produced by David Bowie and Tony Visconti, it is recorded at Hansa Studios by the Wall in West Berlin, East Germany from July - August 1977. The second release in David Bowie’s “Berlin Trilogy” (issued just nine months after “Low”), Bowie once again collaborates on several songs with Brian Eno. The pair come up with rough sketches of songs without melodies and lyrics, which are composed during the actual sessions. Bowie is heavily influenced by the atmosphere of Berlin while living in the city. This is reflected on several songs, particularly the albums epic title track, which tells the story of two lovers who meet at the Berlin Wall. Part of the lyrics to “Heroes” are inspired when Bowie asks producer Tony Visconti to leave him alone in the studio control room to write. While staring out the window of the studio, David sees Visconti embrace and kiss backing vocalist Antonia Maass (Visconti who was married to singer Mary Hopkin at the time, but having an affair with Maass) outside by the wall. King Crimson guitarist Robert Fripp travels to Berlin from the US to play on the album, recording all of his lead guitar parts in one day. Bowie is also backed by his regular group of musicians including Carlos Alomar (guitar), Dennis Davis (drums) and George Murray (bass).  It is the only album of the “Trilogy” to be entirely recorded in the city of Berlin, with the studio located only 500 yards from the Berlin Wall. The album is mixed at Mountain Studios in Montreux, Switzerland after the tracking sessions conclude. Upon its release and in the years following, it is regarded as one of the best albums of David Bowie’s career. Bowie’s 2013 album “The Next Day”, features an obscured version of photographer Masayoshi Sukita’s iconic cover photo from “Heroes” as its front cover. First released on CD in 1984, it is remastered and reissued in 1991 with two additional bonus tracks. It is also issued as a limited edition, numbered 24K gold CD by Rykodisc using the 20-bit SBM (Super Bit Mapping) process. “Heroes” is reissued again in 1999, when Bowie’s catalog is moved to Virgin/EMI, but without the added bonus tracks. The album is remastered and reissued on CD and vinyl in 2017 as part of the box set “A New Career In A New Town - 1977 - 1982”. “Heroes” peaks at number three on the UK album chart, and number thirty five on the Billboard Top 200.


The Treasure Planet / Planetata Na Sakrovishtata, 1982

Battered and Bruised Ch. 3 (Bucky x reader)

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed chapter two because things are about to get intense for chapter three. I hope the cliff hangar was good enough. Just a reminder that I love you all and that you have a wonderful day. I posted a Masterlist last night and you can find all my other works on there :)

Chapter 1 2

Description:  Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: Violence, cursing, angst.

“I love you F/N. I never thought I would be able to love somebody, but I love you. And I never want to lose you. Never.” 

“And I love you. I always have and always will.”

The Russian man threw the notebook down, smirking. From your chair in the corner, you could see the scowl on Bucky’s face, but his hands were shaking. He was trying to be brave, but he was terrified. Your tears were streaming down your cheeks and every breath hurt like hell. You had been screaming out for Bucky, trying to calm him down in anyway possible. The pain in your ribs was excruciating, and you began to choke on your sobs, your throat burning. 

“Soldier, welcome home.” The man’s accent was so thick you could barely understand what he was saying.

“I am not your soldier. And this- this is not my home, you fucking bastard.” Bucky thrashed against his restraints. A heated anger began to burn inside his chest. 

The agent just scoffed at him, then turned his full attention to you. 

“And I’m guessing your the American, scum agent that knocked out most of my men.” His back was to the light and his enormous shadow loomed over you, obscuring his features. “Hmm,” he tilted your head up towards him with his index finger, letting him see your flushed, tear-stained face, “but with your skills, you could be a wonderful soldier. for H.Y.D.R.A.” He chuckled lightly.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Bucky growled, his chest heaving.

The unknown man circled you, like a vulture. He began to twist a curl of your hair, suddenly grabbing a fistful, yanking your head back. You cried in pain; hot tears were stinging your eyes. 

“Stop it! Get away from her!” Bucky was thrashing against the table, screaming, but it wasn’t moving one inch. You realized this table was specialized to keep him restrained. 

“Ah, so I found your weakness, зимний солдат.” The man had a wide grin on his face. “You love her, don’t you?” He released your hair and walked back to the table in the middle of the room. The pain from your head began to subside, but the waves of pain every time you breathed were still prominently there.

“I swear to God, if you lay another hand on her I will kill you.” The words were seething between Bucky’s clenched teeth. 

By the way this was going, you didn’t know if you were going to be leaving alive or in a body bag. Or worse, you would sticking around as another one of their super soldiers. 

“Bucky, look at me,” you croaked. Every word burned your throat and sent screams on pain through your body. He turned his head to you, eyebrows stitched together with hurt and worry. “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. I always have and always will.”

“F/N, don’t say it like this is goodbye. Don’t do this.” Tears were making streaks down Bucky’s beautiful face. You gave him the best smile you could despite the immense pain. You didn’t know what could happen next, you and him were completely helpless. They took all of your weapons, even the extendable blade that was embedded into your uniform. He had a better chance of making it out, he was a super soldier after all. Though, your luck was running thin. Your chances of getting out of there in one piece were slimmer than ever.

“Enough of this.” The man spoke clearly this time, his anger and annoyance was building in his voice. “Let’s get started now солдат. Shall we?” He motioned towards the leather notebook, the star matching the one that used the be on Bucky’s vibranium arm. The agent picked it up, his eyes boring holes into him. 

Taking his sweet time, he opened it, flipping through the pages. He was going to enjoy watching both of you suffer.

“Bucky. Baby. Stay strong. Fight it, I know you can. Focus on something. Focus on me or Steve or us.” Your words brought more tears to your eyes, it was breaking your heart. “I love you. It’s going to be alright.” 

As you were talking him down, Bucky listened to the sound of your voice and closed his eyes. 

“Catch me if you can!” You yelled, caught up in a fit of laughter. You were wearing a yellow sundress, weaving in and out of the trees. 

“I’m coming after you!” Bucky chuckled, a huge smile was plastered on his face. He finally caught up to you, hugging your waist from behind. You both were breathless, falling to the ground, laughing. 

He opened them. Worry was knitted on his face. He had to keep these memories. He had to hold onto them, and maybe, just maybe his mind wouldn’t succumb to the pain and brainwashing. 

“Тоска..” The agent bellowed, letting the word echo through the room. Bucky’s metal arm twitched. He had to fight this. He couldn’t leave you. You were the one person he had, the one person he loved. 

“Ржавый..” Something began to click in Bucky’s head. The world began to spin around him.

“Stop!” You were screaming as you saw the love of your life being ripped apart right in front of you. “Baby, no. Don’t forget me. Don’t forget us.” You were choking on air and tears, your vision blurry. 

The man wielding the notebook began to speak louder and faster, realizing that you could jeopardize the activation.

“Печь, рассвет, семнадцать.” Bucky was thrashing around, trying to stay grounded. It was becoming harder and harder with every second. He was going in and out of his own, controlled mind. He tried focusing on another memory.

He rolled over, seeing your beautiful body laying beside him. This was the first morning you ever woke up together. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing you on the shoulder. A corner of your mouth curled up in reaction. 

“Good morning my love.” He spoke, breathing the words into your neck. 

“Good morning.” You groaned, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

He smiled. “God, I love you so much F/N L/N.”

Thinking about you brought him back a little, making it easier to think clearly.

“Доброкачественный, девять, возвращение на родину.” The man was grinning from ear to ear as he saw you struggling against your restraints. 

You couldn’t run to him, bring him back down from this. Your croaked whispers were being drowned out by the echoing voice of the man who was torturing Bucky, right in front of you. 

“Один.” The room was booming with noise. Bucky’s screams gave you a sinking feeling and you felt yourself falling apart. 

He couldn’t fight it any longer. He kept recalling memories of you, repeating his name and your name in his head, hoping he wouldn’t forget it. Searing pain crept up to the front of his head, making his vision go blurry. Tears were streaming down his face, he was covered in sweat. 

He looked at you one last time, “F/N, forgive me.”

“грузовой вагон.” The agent stood still, waiting for a reaction from Bucky. His head was drooped forward, the long black strands covering his facial features. 

“Солдат?” He was eager for a response. 

Bucky’s head slowly drew up. “Готов выполнить.” 

The agent began to laugh hysterically. “Impressive, no?” He looked at you, the life drained out of you. 

“Солдат, kill her.” He smirked down at you, watching you as you remained stoic. The only thing that he could see were the silent tears rolling down your cheeks. He unlocked Bucky’s restraints and he immediantly got up, walking briskly towards you. 

“Bucky, I know you’re in there somewhere. I want you to know that I love you.” Your voice was scratchy and whispered. 

“Who the hell is that?” He asked you, pure evil was the only thing found in his once loving, blue eyes. Before you could say anything his metal fist came into contact with your jaw. An instant spike of pain emerged, you could taste blood in your mouth. 

“I don’t blame you for this. This isn’t you.” You whimpered, the pain in your jaw made it incredibly painful to speak. Were you afraid of him? No. What you were afraid that the real Bucky, your Bucky, would never come back. 

One, two, three punches landed in your other ribcage, gut, and face. 

You were spitting out blood. “It’s okay baby. I’m not afraid. I’ll always love you.” Your vision became spotty as pain coursed through every inch and every nerve of your body. 

“Shut up!” The Winter Soldier was all that was left standing in front of you. He began to deliver a series of punches all over you body, making your head spin. You didn’t scream or yell. You took it, every single punch. 

Blood was streaming down you face, arms, and it began to seep through your clothes on your stomach. You couldn’t focus on anything as your body became numb. He kept punching you, but you could no longer feel it. 

A blanket of white overtook your vision as you whispered, “I love you Bucky,” one last time before you collapsed in your chair, your world fading to black. 

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Le Fantôme, a Danny Phantom x Miraculous Ladybug crossover snippet I hope to develop into a full-fledged fic. At some point. Probably under a different title, but if I do ever turn it into a real story, I’ll cross-post it on FF.net and the AO3 under Lynse. I just thought I could take a stab at fleshing out the idea paragraph I’ve had floating around for nearly a year now and see if anyone’s interested in the process.

In short: Danny should never have taken Tucker’s dare. But how was he to know he’d get jumped by two teens in costume and that they’d actually manage to destroy what might be his only way home?

Danny ducked as the lethal yo-yo cut through the air where he’d been a moment before, flicking intangible so he didn’t get caught on the rebound. “I should never have taken Tucker’s dare,” he muttered as he put on a burst of speed, zigzagging his way through the sky and keeping clear of the buildings.

This was bad.

Taking Tucker’s dare had only been his first mistake. He wished he could blame Tucker for making the dare in the first place, but he was the one who had agreed to see if he could sneak unnoticed into the Far Frozen and steal the Infi-Map.

Well, his other option had been allowing Sam to see some primary blackmail material, so Tucker’s so-called incentive was really blackmail itself, but Danny had laughed at him. He’d thought he was up to the challenge. And he had been. Technically.

He’d gotten the map, all right, but when he’d told it to take him where he needed to be, thinking that that was the fastest way to wherever Tucker had been holed up, it had definitely not taken him back to Tucker.

He should have known better, but it was too late now.

Danny risked a glance over his shoulder, eliciting yells in French from his pursuers. The ladybug lady might not actually be trying to kill him, but he didn’t want to take a chance on that. Especially since she and her partner had attacked him first.

Well, in all fairness, he’d dropped out of a portal from the sky and had done his best meteorite impression as he’d clung to the Infi-Map for dear life. And he may have knocked the kid in the cat costume off course as he’d been jumping between rooftops, but that hadn’t been intentional. And the boy was clearly fine, because he’d recovered before even hitting the ground, using his baton to mimic helicopter blades by spinning it over his head to control his descent.

Unlike Danny, who would have been a smear on the pavement if the Infi-Map hadn’t stopped just in the nick of time. The street he’d landed on hadn’t been terribly busy, but that didn’t mean people hadn’t run away screaming even if no one had gotten hurt.

He’d been too busy trying to get his breath back and too mentally preoccupied with the fact that he couldn’t hear any English to notice the girl in the spotted suit until she’d used that yo-yo of hers to tear the Infi-Map out of his hands.

He hadn’t been able to stop her from tearing it in half.

He hadn’t even known it could be torn in half.

He’d always just sort of assumed that the Infi-Map was indestructible, that Frostbite kept it locked up only so it didn’t fall into the wrong hands.

Apparently not.

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#55 with Jungkook!

Prompt request: “Whoa.”

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You are volunteering for your school’s city-wide dance competition when you meet Jungkook for the first time.

Word count: 1.6k

Why you decided to volunteer for your school board’s annual dance competition, you didn’t know. Why you were elected to lead the committee, you really didn’t know. All you were intending to do was design a few posters. Instead, you found yourself devoting hours every day to organizing this damn event.

Today, on the day of the competition, you were finalizing everything. Since you attended an art school, there was a classic theatre that seated around three hundred people. You currently stood in centre stage as you monitored the last sound check.

“Hey, Y/N,” Namjoon, the president of the Stage Crew, called from the crowd. You couldn’t see him because the stage lights were too bright. “Try to relax. My team’s got you!”

You sighed, sticking your hands into your pockets. “I’m trying, but this is the day of the event and I really need everything to go smoothly,” you answered.

A teacher beckoned you to the side, alerting you of the arrival of the first school. You nodded and rushed to greet them. Darting through the hallways (the floors had been cleaned and waxed, as per your request), you arrived at the front of the school just in time to see the students exit the bus.

You pushed through the entrance with your best smile plastered on your face. At this point, it probably looked more like a grimace.

“Hello! I’m Y/N,” you greeted. “Welcome to YG School of the Arts.”

“Hi, Y/N,” the teacher responded. He was a large, friendly looking Asian man. “Nice to meet you. We’re representing BigHit Collegiate.”

“If you can follow me, I’ll show you to the changerooms,” you said with a smile, starting to turn towards the school.

“Actually,” a voice interrupted. You turned, seeing a smirking, tall boy looking back at me. He had pale skin and a muscular build. “We’re all dressed and ready to go.”

He motioned towards himself and the rest of the crew. Finally, you took in the fact they were all wearing ridiculous costumes. Each member was dressed in all-white military uniforms–little hats, squeaky clean dress shoes, and everything else. You wanted to be embarrassed for not noticing, but you were more embarrassed for them having to wear that.

“Oh, so you are,” you replied easily.

Another student hit the good-looking, sassy boy in the back of the head.

“Jungkook!” the shorter, also muscular student hissed. “Don’t be rude! This is why we never get to go to events like these!”

The teacher sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. “Please, Y/N, just lead the way.”

After you had escorted the BigHit representatives to the waiting area, the other schools began to arrive. Guests also began to file into the theatre, and as the event progressed smoothly, you felt a weight fall off your shoulders.

You handed out brochures with the greeting committee, and once Namjoon signalled you that the show was starting, you slipped into the theatre.

The MC of the event was an outgoing student named Seungkwan, who was a junior and a year younger than you. He commenced the competition with a series of jokes that had the entire audience, including you, in tears.

The event was divided by genre, although there were only contemporary and hip-hop being performed. Each school was able to perform a five-minute set in each category.

Since YG was the home school, our representatives presented first. As always, your classmates slayed the hip-hop category. Your friend, Lisa, was the head choreographer and she never failed to impress.

You barely watched the other schools. Their performances were nothing special. But you weren’t really one to judge, since your expertise was in Fine Arts, not dance.

Finally, the last school to perform, BigHit, appeared on stage. This was only their second year performing, but they had quickly established a name for themselves.

The BigHit boys caught the attention of the entire audience as they began their segment with a powerful marching sequence. The boy at leading the crew caught your attention. His face was downturned and his cap obscured his features, but you could the still see muscular legs he possessed. You were fairly certain this was the boy that had sassed you earlier, Jungkook.

As the track transitioned from a marching band track to a hip-hop one, the dancers on stage threw their hats into the crowd. Another boy switched places with Jungkook, and you struggled to locate the dancer as he fell back into the mass of other dancers.

You had to admit, their dance was leagues above everyone else’s. They included nuances (like a machine gun of bodies, what was that?) that the other schools couldn’t dream of attempting.

You watched, rapt, as the track transitioned to a rock song and Jungkook took centre stage. His movements were so sharp and powerful, and the expression he wore was charismatic. The BigHit dancers finished the performance, standing completely still as Jungkook cooly regarded the audience.

He was looking in your general direction, the sweat dripping down his neck illuminated by the stage lights. The bright lights highlighted the sharpness of his jaw and the muscular chords of his neck. As the lights dimmed, he caught your eye and smirked.

You swore, in that moment, your heart stopped. You could do nothing but gape back at him before the stage turned completely dark and Jungkook disappeared. Your could feel your heart beating quickly in your chest, and your mind went blank.

“Woah,” you breathed.

The judges deliberated in between the transition from the hip-hop groups to the contemporary ones. You made your way backstage to give the remaining performers a rundown of the events.

Once backstage, you were met by a smaller group of students dressed in less flashy costumes. Most were barefoot in loose, neutral coloured clothing. Most of them didn’t look nervous and regarded you disinterestedly.

A little awkwardly, you cleared your throat and instructed them through the rest of the night’s proceedings. Everyone acknowledged you halfheartedly, opting to practice their dances in the limited space.

Sighing, you turned around to return back to the audience to regroup with your fellow committee members. As you began to walk forwards, you bumped into a hard, unmoving body.

“Oh, sorry!” you exclaimed, stepping back.

It was Jungkook. Dressed in all black. His shirt was loose and slipped past his collarbones, revealing a muscular chest, still slick with sweat from his previous performance. Your mouth went dry as you looked at the glowing boy in front of you.

He cleared his throat and your gaze snapped to his, a fiery blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey, I’m Jungkook,” he said with a small smile. His front teeth protruded slightly, and his cute bunny smile made his presence a little less intimidating. Just a little. “You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” you replied. An awkward giggle bubbled up, and you couldn’t stop it from escaping. “Um–your performance was really good. I haven’t seen anything like that before.”

“Thanks,” he grinned, his smile larger and more genuine than before. “Hoseok, the one who led the hip-hop part of the track, choreographed it. He’s the best out of all of us.”

“It was really impressive,” you agreed. You fidgeted with your hands and averted your eyes before saying, “You were, uh, really good, too! Very powerful, and stuff.”

Jungkooked laughed, tilting his head back a little bit. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said, his voice lowering. “Watch this performance, too.”

You agreed and rushed out of there, your face on fire.

After the competition was over, the adrenaline that had kept you going throughout the event had vanished. You were left, completely drained, bidding farewell to the schools that had attended.

BigHit had won first place in both categories, which was unheard of until now. You did watch their second performance, and Jungkook was as smooth as he was strong. Their contemporary piece was sensual, to say the least. The relentless bedroom eyes Jungkook gave the crowd certainly added to that.

Just as you were saying goodbye to your friends from SM Academy, the resonating whoops and hollers from the victors sounded from behind you. The boys rushed past you, trophies clutched in Hoseok’s arms, as they raced into their bus.

Suddenly, an arm snaked around your waist. You jumped in surprise, but the strong arm kept you firmly in place. You looked up and were met by Jungkook’s heavy gaze.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jungkook said. His grip around you loosened slightly, but his arm didn’t move. “So, what did you think of our contemporary?”

“It was too sexy,” you blurted out without thinking. “I couldn’t watch properly.”

Jungkook laughed, his bunny smile brightening his face. You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Well, at least you’re watching me now,” he smirked, his eyes alight with mischief. He leaned in closer, until your noses almost brushed. His gaze lowered to your lips. You held your breath. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

As Jungkook pulled back (you couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed), his hand brushed–and lingered–against your ass. You squeaked and jumped back.

“Yes! Later,” you hissed, pushing him towards his bus. “Goodbye, Jungkook.”

He waved at you as he boarded the school bus, eyes full of mirth. You watched as the bus drove away and the distance between you and Jungkook grew. You wondered if you and Jungkook would ever meet again.


At home later that night, you were putting your clothes in the laundry hamper when a slip of paper fell out of one of the back pocket of your jeans. Curious, you picked up the folded paper and opened it.

Inside, in hurried, scrawled handwriting, was a phone number accompanied by a drawing of a bunny.

- Girl in Luv

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Unforgettable [Alucard/Reader][REQUEST]

Summary: You awake to Alucard appearing in your bedroom in the dead of night. Despite the pang of familiarity and fondness, you don’t recall him. He’s determined to make you remember.

a/n: ayyyy. another anon request asking for alucard and an amnesiac mc. i don’t know if this precisely fit the prompt, but close enough. if you enjoyed, PLEASE let me know!

He came again at night.

For the third time, you shriveled against the headboard behind you and buried your face to the nose in blankets as he materialized through the wall, hair and intricate cravat fluttering with his long strides. This time was different, however; he wore nothing to obscure his features from you as he had done previously.

The sight of his long face and sharp eyes struck you with a bizarre sense of familiarity, of fondness. Even as he found a seat in the lavish leather armchair at your bedside, fingers twined together atop a  crook knee, and the way he seemed relaxed yet poised altogether felt like a regular occurrence.

You weren’t sure how long you had remained furled against the headboard, rear nearing the edge of bed with your blankets still raised defensively. The longer he sat there, totally unperturbed by your skepticism, silent and observing, the less patience you had.

“So, you’re a vampire?” you blurted at last, shoulders rolling forward as a wave of relief flooded over you. “Prove it. Show me your teeth.”

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A Spark, A Dance (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

Prompt: The reader is a slave owned by Sith, and she’s forced to dance for them until Obi-Wan rescues her. After he frees her, she decides to show her gratitude by giving him a private dance. 

Warning! Here be smut!

Originally posted by soryntea

You couldn’t be sure, but you thought that it had to have been at least two years since the Sith had claimed your life as theirs. Two years spent dancing for them in outfits that hardly covered your most private areas, two years spent fearing for your life, wondering if that day would be the day you said or did something to get yourself killed.

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Loved You First (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: The reader just returned from a long trip abroad, only to discover her best friend, Peggy Carter, is engaged to none other than her heartbreakingly beautiful ex-boyfriend, Bucky Barnes. (Modern au!)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

Tags: @buchananbarnestrash @minervaem @imaginingbucky @illuminationunknown @witchwhoviandemigod @aweways

Originally posted by coporolight

Your shoes clicked against the pavement as you quickly walked to brunch. You were seeing your best friend, Peggy, for the first time in over a year, and you couldn’t seem to walk fast enough.

Approaching the cafe, you slowed down, feeling your stomach tingle with anticipation. You smoothed your shirt and walked inside. The cafe was full of laughter and clinking glasses. You saw Peggy standing in the corner, anxiously scanning the room. When she saw you walk in, her face lit up as she ran over.

“(Y/n)!” she squealed as she threw her arms around you. You inhaled her familiar, flowery scent and returned her hug, the warmth of seeing your best friend spreading to every extremity in you body.

“I missed you,” you said as you separated, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Peggy smiled, twirling her dark hair around her index finger.

“Well you’re the one who decided to travel all over the world to God-knows-where,” she said, bumping your shoulder playfully. You rolled your eyes, a small smile spreading across your lips. “Why did you end up leaving, anyway?”

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Early Hours, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
Not long after hearing life-altering news, Ron considers the confusing nature of change. A continuation of “You Go First”, but can stand alone. Rated M.

Early Hours

This was written for @jenn582, who is literally the best reader that a fic writer could ever hope for (and is also funny as hell). She was kind enough to say that she liked “You Go First” and suggested a sequel, so here it is in honor of her birthday! About 2K of extreme fluff and smut, hopefully in the same style as the original. And only about 5 days late! Happy Birthday! :D

Moonlight soaked their nearly-silent bedroom, spilling through the open curtains behind him and splashing heavy shadows on the walls. The nights were so different in the country - no raucous crowds spilling out of the pubs at half eleven, no cats knocking over the rubbish bins, no suspicious thumping from the flat upstairs. But Ron always thought the emptiness seemed to have a sound of it’s own, beyond even the crickets and nocturnal creatures; the vast expanse of the countryside slipping through open windows to fill the corners with a sometimes oppressive sense of space. Tonight, though, he noticed nothing but the slow, steady breathing of his wife, the reassuring hum and faint whistle of every exhale.

They had lingered together on the sofa until long after the sun had sank, hearts overfull of thoughts and emotions that didn’t always make it into words. What conversation they had was hushed and reverent as they started to absorb the news that would alter the course of their lives forever. When Hermione began to yawn drowsily, Ron had insisted they head to bed - but not, for him, to sleep.

From where he lay in the bed behind her his eyes traced the curve of her shoulder, her body so familiar to him and yet tonight, completely different in an almost ineffable way. Shadows pooled beneath the planes and in the valleys of her face, but he could easily fill in the features obscured by darkness. Every part of her was so indelibly inked into his mind… but, he acknowledged, this wasn’t the only version of Hermione that had ever existed for him. He had known her since the age of eleven, that little girl so different from the woman before him. And he planned to be with her, if the fates were kind, until they were wrinkled and gray. But this change, now, in the sweet, hoped-for years in-between, was bound up with more excitement, uncertainty, and anticipation than he could have ever imagined.

Would he notice every day, he wondered? Or would the changes be so gradual and subtle that he could barely tell the difference, until one day he would be shocked to find how far his arms had to travel to wrap around her middle? The situation they were in was so new to him as to be almost incomprehensible, but that would be well-traveled ground for him - that feeling of knowing her so well, of seeing her nearly every day and yet sometimes still being suddenly, improbably struck by her in some way. It was more understandable at those times when she had dressed especially for some occasion, her stylish robes and fancy hair intentionally different from her everyday look. The contrast was like a bludger to the head; how had he not noticed? He had a bad track record with those moments when they were younger, although treasured memories of weddings and other special events attended as a couple had long since dulled the sting of those blunders.

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Of Hearts and Magic

Genre: Fantasy, One Shot, Ficlet

Warnings: None

Word Count: 884

Author’s Note: The prompt that inspired this fic can be found here. I’m tagging my fics #sidewritten to make them easier to find.

Prince Roman dismounted from his noble steed at the edge of the Woeful Woods.  The young royal needed to pass through the woods to reach Thornbridge Castle, the home of his nemesis, to challenge him to a duel.  Every map he had checked showed that there was no other way any mortal could reach the gates of Thornbridge castle save through these woods, and even then, most never made it to their destination.

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