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“Everyone thinks we’re dating.” Simon randomly announced in the middle of of his and Jace’s second weekly movie nights.

Jace hit the pause button on the remote and gave Simon a quizzical look. “And?”

“That doesn’t bother you?”


Simon stared at Jace. “It doesn’t?”

“Why would it?” Jace asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean… aren’t we?”


“Aren’t we dating?” Jace repeated. “I mean, this is a date, right?”

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anonymous asked:

prompt: senator beckett participating in the women's march.

Castle tugs on the edge of her cap, adjusting the soft fabric over her ears, stroking the pad of his thumb along the line of her jaw that is chilled from hours in the cold.

Beckett curls her fingers around the hot cardboard of her coffee cup, turning her head to catch his thumb with a brush of her lips, humming as his palm slips to curve at her neck. They’re taking a brief intermission from marching, warming up with steaming beverages, but Castle had been content with only a few sips of his, spending the majority of this time on the sidelines watching the power of a protest, the peace of unity blending with the fire of passion for freedom and equality. 

And of course, gazing at her and toying with the beanie on her head because apparently she doesn’t wear pink enough and “you look so cute yet badass, Senator Beckett. I can’t help it.”

“Hey,” she murmurs, holding the half empty cup to her chest and catching his wrist, smoothing her thumb to the thin skin beneath the sleeve of his coat. “Thanks for coming with me for this.” 

“Are you kidding?” he scoffs, glancing from her to the crowd so massive and flooding through the streets of their city and back again. “Like I’d miss this. As you know, I hold a great amount of respect for the movement. And I support being part of the resistance.”

“Castle, this isn’t Star Wars,” she huffs, for the second time that day, but his eyes are dancing and there’s been a smile on his face since they set out this morning, spreading his lips wide when he wasn’t chanting or applauding, and well, he does have a point. 

It’s quite a remarkable feeling to be a part of something you believe in, to be involved in a chance to change the world and the start of a revolution in hope. 

“You’d make a fantastic rebel. Leia would be proud.” She sighs, lets him have it, and takes another sip of coffee while he carries on. “Not to mention, pretty much all of my favorite people are women.”

“Yeah?” Beckett grins, their hands falling to hang interlocked between their bodies, his fingers sliding through hers and sealing the warmth into her palm.

“Well, my mother is female-”

“Where is she, by the way?” Kate murmurs, fruitlessly casting her gaze to the sea of humans with pink hats passing by. “I think we got separated within the first hour.”

“Honestly? I think she went looking for Cher again,” he sighs, shaking his head while she purses her lips to retain her laughter. “Trust me, my mother feels strongly about this matter, but if she’s going to march, she wants to be front and center with the big leagues.”

Kate hums and leans back against the cafe building’s wall. “You were saying about your favorite people?”

“Oh yes, Alexis, obviously, and Lily,” he lists his daughters, who had both spent the entire morning walking through Manhattan with them, Alexis only recently departing and taking Lily back to the loft with her. Though, Kate is sure her daughter would have loved to stay, had her two year old possessed the ability to stay awake past her midday nap time. “My gorgeous wife who inspires me every day.”

It’s been years, but her heart still flutters and her blood still hums with approval. “Mm, that’s a mutual feeling.”

“Even though I am male and particular members of my gender have proven problematic lately?”

Kate rolls her eyes and tugs him forward, their hips bumping. “You’re one of the good ones, so yes.”

He grins proudly as she mimics his earlier action, reaching up to smooth her fingertips along the edge of his matching pink hat. And she means it, how good he is, not just showing up as her supportive husband, as the husband of a New York Senator, but as a man who believes she and every other woman deserves the same rights, the same treatment and respect, as any man is expected to receive, that gender shouldn’t change that.

“My wife is just as strong as - if not stronger than - any man I know. She’s definitely stronger than me, why should she or any other woman be treated as the weaker sex?” he’d spoken on the podium, giving a brief, unplanned speech to the masses after hers, adding fuel to the fire and some laughter too. But she’d disputed his statement when he’d joined her back in the march.

“Not stronger than you. Equals, Castle. You’re my partner.”

That’d had his smile blooming even more brilliantly.

“And you look pretty cute in your pink hat too, so that’s a bonus,“ she grins, securing the beanie on his head and tossing the emptied coffee cup into the trash. "Now grab your sign and let’s go.”

He preens and Beckett arches on the toes of her boots to press her smile to his lips, squeezing his hand and waiting for him to snag his sign before she drags him back out into the crowd. 

An Addition to Klancelot

So I’ve been seeing all these Lotor tries to steal Lance away so Keith starts making his move. But consider:

  • A pre-established Klance
  • With Shiro’s disappearance, Keith is left to lead voltron (”I want you to lead voltron”) while trying to grieve his loss and is too busy trying so hard that he doesn’t pay much attention to Lance like he used to
  • Following Lance’s surge of insecurities (”I’m like a 7th wheel”), he looks for validation but Keith is having his own struggles and honestly, Lance didn’t want to be dead weight to Keith too so he tries to handle his emotions by himself
  • To add, Keith does not notice how Lance is falling apart cuz’ he is busy building himself up as the new black paladin, trying desperately to fill the void that Shiro left and Lance is left to himself, left faking smiles because he actually cares about his boyfriend
  • And keith thinks everything is alright, that when he is down, Lance is someone he can lean on but little did he know that Lance was humpty dumpty waiting to fall, to crack and break
  • That is when Lotor comes, he knows what Lance desperately wants, the validation, the pampering, to fill in what Keith couldn’t, what keith didn’t notice
  • And Lance takes a bite and suddenly he couldn’t stop, so many things he wanted from Keith (but he failed to give) and he is ensnared by Lotor’s trap
  • Now imagine Keith realizing how he failed to notice that the Lance who smiled at him, who ate food goo and looked at the stars with him, the lance who cuddled with him on colder nights and the lance who fought with him were all fronts, that he fucked up
  • you are welcome in advance
Like a hedgehog [Prompto&Ardyn]

I promised a short fluffy ficlet over on ch22 of SLS (since that chapter is entirely pain), and also I promised a ficlet to @hi-im-captain-bullshit for Reasons ;P So, enjoy my darlings, and may the Trash be with you all <3 

It’s slightly AU in that there’s an additional mission where Ardyn appears to help [or rather, “help”] the group after the Archaean, but other than that it’s canon compliant.

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Crack Fic #003 - Freaky Friday

for @vitruvianwatson 

Liz woke up uncomfortable in a bed that wasn’t hers. It was a hotel room. She looked around and found a mirror. Not only was this not her bed, this was not her body. She fell of the bed and got closer to the mirror. Blue pajamas, striped socks and Mark Gatiss fucking body inside of it. 

She took a moment to gather herself, and looked around. She found a phone and dialed her own number. No answer. He was probably asleep… in her body. In her home. Jesus, this was a nightmare. The phone rang on her hands. “Steven” it read. She took a long breath, not really prepared for this conversation, but answered it anyway. 

“Hey, Mark” Steven said, happily. “Martin and Ben said they have a few weeks between shootings, Christmas Special is go." 

"Oh, that’s… Good?"She said, uncertain, as she heard Mark’s voice come out of her mouth for the first time. Weird as fuck. 

"Well, yeah! Everyone hates us right now, but we can manage.” Steven said.

“They should kiss on this episode” She said, abruptly, and Steven sighed. 

“Do you really think it’s…”

“Yep. I am sure.” She said, and gulped, She felt weird doing this but this was a once in a lifetime type of situation. “We should have done it by the end of season 4, and now everything feels wrong.”

“Ok, Mark. Calm down”

“Promise me.”


“Promise me we’re doing this. Even if I change my mind, and argue, promise me they will be kissing in the Christmas episode”

“Erm. Ok… Are you feeling okay? You sound weird”

“Never felt better” Liz held in a laugh, and considered her possibilities “I am completely 100% sure of this. Don’t let me down.” And turned off the phone. 

Ok, now: How the fuck do I go back to my body.



Summary: Ginny is absolutely, undoubtedly in love with Luna’s softness and laugh, but mostly with Luna herself.

A/N: @ask-hailey-and-cali asked for more f/f fics, and I’d seen others write this ship and got curious. I hope you like it!

Words: 763

Ginny was pretty sure she had been Luna’s first kiss. It wasn’t that locking lips with her and feeling her hands on her waist and her eyelashes flutter against her cheek didn’t leave her breathless, but there was a hesitation in Luna’s movements that told Ginny that she wasn’t entirely sure what to do, and Ginny could remember being just as uncertain during her first kiss.

She didn’t voice her observation of course. Seeing Luna blush would be lovely, but purposely embarrassing her like that wasn’t something Ginny wanted to be responsible for. Especially not since she knew that Luna turning away from her would break her heart. She never wanted that face to turn away from her, no matter how briefly.

Luna was softer than any person Ginny had been with in several ways, and she found herself unable to stop touching. She was constantly reaching out to tangle their fingers together, to run her fingertips over Luna’s forearm, to press her cheek against Luna’s chest to listen to her heartbeat that quickened at the proximity. She had it bad and she knew it. It had been a while since a person had reduced her to such a lovesick mess. It was quite nice.

“Are you trying to tickle me on purpose?” Luna asked one evening as they were curled up in Ginny’s bed.

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Second Life Syndrome - Chapter 22 - EratoTiaTuatha - Final Fantasy XV [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Alive.” The one word, spoken like an order, shook Noctis to his core.

NOTHING IS BEAUTIFUL AND EVERYTHING IS PAIN AND I AM (somewhat) SORRY ;_; Please board the PainTrain, everyone~!

[after the game Noct enters Ardyn’s past and then suffering happens, apparently]


“Humans weren’t made to be alone, after all, so I was curious at first, thought you just might be an exception—but you seemed so… so miserable.”

In which Yuuri is the god of love and Victor forced himself into exile.

I got stuck in Dancing Daffodils hell, and if you haven’t read that fic yet, I highly suggest you give it a try!! I have just so many feels for it. @grayclouds is simply amazing. (ಥ﹏ಥ)

I know many things probably won’t be as accurate, but I needed to get it out of my system. rip

When they’re discussing plans for rebuilding 221B, Mrs Hudson asks them if they’ll be needing two rooms. ‘Of course we’ll be needing two rooms’, says John. He glances at Sherlock’s downcast face before continuing, ‘Rosie’s going to need her own room, after all’ and Sherlock whips his head up just in time to see John smirk and wink at him.

StormSeason!Oikawa spoiling Iwaizumi w kisses /)*w*(\
Iwa’s taken his feet off the ground so he can’t sense where Kawa will kiss him next


sterek week (2016 edition) ▷ day 4: Were!Stiles Blue Is Just Pretty by @malmao

Stiles opens his mouth a few times, like he wants to say something. He can’t at first, just shuts his jaw as his heart rate picks up at a steady pace.
Finally, he clicks his tongue against his teeth and says, “They’re blue,” with a little crack around the end.
Derek eyes his profile warily. None of the pack knew why Stiles had chosen to sequester himself in this room, but he’d had his suspicions. The teen doesn’t meet his gaze now. Just gives a little look up at the mirror then goes back to plucking at the denim of his jeans.

“Can I see?”

Stiles head snaps toward him, and Derek raises his eyebrows in silent response. He tries not to let his eyes flick down to the boy’s mouth out of habit. Fails.
He’s surprised when Stiles complies effortlessly. He always knew Stiles would make a good werewolf. He’s almost too good, picking up control like it’s a skill he’s had hiding beneath his bed.
Derek thinks of himself. Thinks of Paige. Thinks of being alone and heartbroken with blue burning behind his eyelids. Think of his mother crouched down in front him with her hard jawline and soft smile.
With his heart lodged behind his adam’s apple, he reaches out and rests his hand on the side of Stiles’ neck, his thumb brushing the turn of his jaw beneath the ear. Stiles’ eyes (still brilliant, glowing blue) scan his face. Right eye, left eye, mouth, and back.

“Still beautiful,” Derek says finally, “just like the rest of you.”

anonymous asked:

Pining keith recs would be a gods end

i’m assuming that you mean godsend but then again tbh pining!keith could probably end a god too

anyway, sorry this took so long! it tends to happen bc i feel the need to give as many fics as possible haha but yeah here it is:  

Thanks for asking! More ficrecs can be found here

edit: added 2 more fics bc i was going through our library and remembered them :3c (coincidentally they’re both written by mutuals aha)