it took on a life of its own

i started watching pretty little liars in 6th grade (secretly because my mom didn’t want me watching it) and it took me through those years especially the hardest year of my life in 7th grade all the way to my senior year in highschool this show has grown with me showed me powerful friendships and crazy mysteries despite the plot holes and its over now and while it feels like a piece of me died it also made me realize my own character development and im glad for every second that this beautiful show gave me

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NaLu Week Bonus Day 1: Video Games

In which Natsu gets way too into his online games against Gray. While he’s yelling at the TV and angry that Gray is beating him, Lucy is woken up from her sleep. So she takes it upon herself to ‘distract’ Natsu from his loss.

Anddd, you can decide where the rest goes;)

The next day:

Gray: What happened man? Didja give up ‘cause you were losing?

Natsu: Yeah right! I would have kicked your ass if Lucy hadn’t distracted me!

Gray: Distract you? How?

Natsu: Well, first she-

Lucy: *blushes intensely* NATSU! Don’t you dare!

Gray: *glances between the two* …gross.

Juvia: Juvia can distract Gray-Sama too if he’d like!<3

P.s., this prompt was originally going to be a scene from my fic, Down the Rabbit Hole, but it kind of took on a life of its own! Ah well, still fun :)

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Mind Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;) Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts.  This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.

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also can i just point out the difference between how long it took kara to forgive James and even see him as a friend again for becoming Guardian ( like i dont agree completely with the Guardian storyline but thats a different story) and how it literally took her an episode and a half to forgive mon el for owning slaves and objectifying women all his life ???  racism and inconsistent bad writing coming from the cw ?? its more likely than you think

(This started as a response to this post of @rcmclachlan‘s but immediately took on a life of its own and got so long that I think it would be rude/derailing as a response, so here it is as its own post, sorry about whatever this is.)

I’ve just decided that Yuuri Katsuki is the Hugh Dancy of photoshoots, in that every photographer meets him, goes slightly cross-eyed, panics, and starts throwing questionable props at him and putting him in ridiculous situations.

Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy drinking a mojito on a ladder in a pool for no reason.

Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy Not Knowing How Chairs Work

Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy In Eyeliner And A Collar


Yuuri thinks this is just how photoshoots work, don’t they?  It’s how his have always worked, anyway, he sort of assumes his photos always seem so weird because it’s just some flaw in him, that he’s so unattractive photographers have to distract from his terrible face and katsudon body with weird settings and poses and props. 

At some point Phichit tries to sit him down for a conversation about how he has to stop doing That Look at his photographers because it incapacitates them and that’s what leads to things like that photoshoot where he’s balancing a pumpkin on his head while a chicken stares at him.  And Yuuri is just all; what look, I am trying not to make eye contact at all, it’s the only way I can survive having so many people looking at me, why are there so many makeup people.  And Phichit has to explain that it comes off as gazing coyly up through your eyelashes, Yuuri, you were practically batting them at the poor man and Yuuri just wails I COULDN’T SEE HIM, YOU TOOK MY GLASSES AWAY, I WAS SQUINTING.  

Phichit just: that poor man, he thinks you’re practically engaged, please wear your contacts and stop accidentally making people fall in love with you, I am running out of space on my wall for photos of you not knowing how different kinds of furniture work.


What I’m saying is that when Yuuri eventually stammers out to Phichit that he’s thinking of having some, you know, *lowered voices*, boudoir photos taken for Viktor’s birthday, Phichit’s response is twofold.  

First: get him, Tiger.  Second: hire a lesbian who will not give two fucks about your Eros but actually understands photography. It’s the only way they will turn out actually-sexy and not you naked-but-strategically-draped-in-goldfish, standing en pointe in a Home Depot, for some reason, waving a box of crackers.

Phichit assumes his advice was followed when Viktor’s one and only social media post on his birthday is I AM DEAD. I AM DEAD AND MY PERFECT AND PRECIOUS HUSBAND HAS KILLED ME, RIP ME, MY SOUL HAS LEFT MY BODY, I AM ASCENDING TO A HIGHER PLANE NOW.

Then again, who knows.  That’s also the sort of thing Viktor posts on any random Tuesday if he caught a glimpse of Yuuri’s ankle during dinner or something.

Phichit sends Yuuri a thumbs-up emoji anyway, because he’s an idiot and needs all the encouragement he can get.

So few come and don’t go

summary: Natsume is happy. Tanuma doesn’t know why he doesn’t feel satisfied with that.

title borrowed from look after you by the fray. 

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Natsume doesn’t flinch.

When the store clerk grabs his arm, holding out a bag they forgot at the checkout before they can leave it behind, Natsume’s whole body goes still. It’s only for a second, just for that brief moment of sudden contact, but something heavy settles in his face, something almost expectant.

As though he’s been braced this whole time for what’s coming next.

And maybe, Tanuma thinks, watching his friend smile his thanks and take the bag with a thousand yards of distance in his eyes, flinching would have been a little easier to watch.

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“Carnations” (Part 4)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

all thanks to the stupendous @buckyywiththegoodhair for beta-reading! you’re an opalescent pineapple-unicorn who deserves all the kettle corn in the world!

Last year, you and Bucky thought it’d be fun to make holiday wreaths while under the influence. Bucky stole a bottle of expensive vodka from his parents’ liquor cabinet, and both of you got embarrassingly drunk over a weird game of Truth and arguments about who got to use the hot glue gun first.

You gave him your drunken creation, which he gamely took and hung on his apartment door. Sam hated it –“The hell is – oh God, is that Barbie head glued on the side?”– but Bucky refused to throw it away.

A sense of amusement usually washed over you whenever you took in the fabric unattractively bunched up or the Barbie head randomly glued on the side. But today, the ugly wreath made your heart lodge itself in your throat. The Barbie head was scrutinizing you, its blue eyes judging you in a hawkish way.

You spin on your heel. “Sharon, I’ve changed my mind, I can’t do –” You smack your palm against your forehead as you remember that Sharon had already driven away.

The car ride to Bucky’s off-campus apartment had been an interesting one. Your blood coursed with adrenaline as you reassured yourself you’d be okay no matter what; you’d already gone through an emotional hurricane - what was one more time? Now you wanted to build a time machine and tell your past self to shut up and maintain anonymity.

“Nope,” you mutter under your breath, forcing yourself to face the ugly wreath again. “Channel your inner Romeo. Confess your love, but communicate thoroughly so you don’t die in the end.”

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#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 13)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 993

‘#DateMeBuckyBarnes’ Masterlist

A/N: This story just took a life of its own…

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

“Just please tell me where we’re going,” you whined once more, growing anxious as you watched the city behind you fade into the distance. Since Bucky picked you up from your apartment building, he was adamant on keeping the destination of your road trip a surprise. Though you were relieved that this outing didn’t consist of any extravagant gestures so far, you still wanted to know where Bucky was taking you. “Just please tell me.”

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Where We Belong

Title: Where We Belong

Summary: Sometimes one little moment can change everything…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1370

Warnings: Um, lemme think. A smudge of angst and a very brief mention on nigthmares in the beginning. And then it’s all fluff. Fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff. Okay. I’ll shut up now.

Author’s Note: So, this oneshot that was supposed to be a drabble (I tried, I swear) was inspired by a conversation I had with my twin about how cute Dean looks in the gif below (it’s not even surprising at this point, I know.) Anyway, the story took a life of its own after that. 

So. Enjoy <3

(Gif used is not mine. You can find it right here.)


It’s a habit really.

One of those stupid little routines you can’t and don’t really want to quit, although it’s a bit more substantial than drinking coffee at midnight or always reading your favorite book with a cup of hot chocolate nearby.

It started a few of months ago, after you and the Winchesters had returned from a nasty vampire hunt in New Orleans, and it’s been happening ever since, but neither you or Dean ever talk about it and Sam probably doesn’t even know.

That’s not what matters though.

What really matters is that Dean Winchester has nightmares.

It’s been going on for years, the ordeals coming and going in the stillness of the night without warning. If he’s lucky, they’re just a few horrible pictures that vanish as soon as he opens his eyes, but if not, then they take him away with them, drown him in tides of loss and despair and leave him so broken that you find it hard to put the fragments back together without missing a piece afterwards.

Most of the times, he comes to you. He shuffles through the hallway quietly and leans against your door, waiting for even breaths and youthful smiles. When he’s sure you’re asleep, he gently climbs into the covers and wraps his arms around you, lips on your forehead in a warm kiss, while words like G’night, sweetheart and Thank God you’re okay, kid make their way into the duskiness of the room.

Sometimes though, the creaky sound of the door and the light padding wakes you up the moment he gets inside. These are the nights Dean will look at you like a puppy caught doing something it wasn’t supposed to and murmur a flustered apology, gaze drifting from your eyes to the floor until you tell him to shut up and c’mere already, pulling him to you. And when you curl up next to his side, body pressed against his firmly, all of his apologies and all of his reticence go away.

But then, there are nights like tonight, nights when you’re the one that tiptoes to his bedroom in silence –just to make sure he’s okay.

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Off the wall was released in August 1979, the same month I turned twenty-one and took control of my own affairs, and it was definitely one of the major landmarks of my life. It meant a great deal to me, because its eventual success proved beyond shadow of a doubt that a former child star could mature into a recording artist with contemporary appeal. Off the Wall also went a step beyond the dance grooves we had cooked up. When we started the project, Quincy and I talked about how important it was to capture passion and strong feelings in a recorded performance.” -Michael Jackson

I hate people’s reaction when they ask what I got my mom for mothers day and I tell them nothing.
“But shes your mom! She gave you the gift of life!”
Yes, but she also gave me an array of mental illnesses stemming from childhood trauma after years of emotional abuse and neglect, taking away my childhood.
Not all mothers deserve to be celebrated. It took me years of guilt and shame to realize this. To realize its ok to distance yourself from someone toxic, even if that person is your own mother.
So no, I didn’t get my mom a mother’s day gift, and that is ok because she was barely a mother.
Mother’s day is for those moms who don’t stop loving their child. Those who work hard to provide the best life they possibly can to their children.
Happy mothers day to those moms, not mine.

Important things we learned about Magnus Bane in 2A:
  • He had no one when he was a boy discovering his powers, he figured out the Downworld mostly on his own. Which makes it even more impressive that he stands before us The High Warlock Of Brooklyn in my opinion.
  • He takes in/ helps all the Downworlders he can because of that, including Raphael who he describes as a son to him.
  • Magnus tried to take his own life in the early 1870s but Camille stopped him. 
  • Magnus’ mom took her life when he was just 9 years old when she found out Magnus was part demon.

More light hearted facts we learned:

  • Magnus’ magic is different colors depending on its use, Blue- healing/calm. & Reddish orange- angry/combat
  • He fosters/feeds stray cats, he bribes them with milk
  • He once gifted Camille a pet snake that he created that breathes fire?? (how fitting tho)
  • Magnus has always wanted to have kids of his own.
  • He doesn’t wear belts the “correct” way, he wears them with either the buckle to the side or back, I think it’s quite a fashion statement.
  • Homeboy can HUSTLE (Just ask Alec Lightwood)
  • He knows everything about everything, he knows more about the shadow world/ downworld then 99.9% shadowhunters.


Ok, I’m gonna stop there but just wanted to put this all in one place. Hopefully we get soo much more in 2B because Magnus is such an incredibly fascinating character with so much story to tell, they havent even touched the surface.

Writing is Hard, Pt. 2: Description

Summary: Dean wants to write a second story.

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Warning: Smut, dirty talk, use of a vibrator, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


Your laptop is screaming at you from its spot on the motel table.

You ignore it.

It’s not like you’ve been waiting all day to check it. It’s not like you were impatiently stomping around as you folded clothes with Sam and Dean in the laundromat, as they took their sweet time at the grocery, as Dean dragged you to some fucking hardware store because he needed a specific type of wrench (the six identical wrenches he already owns just aren’t enough).

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anonymous asked:

<Prompto voice> omg your promptio drabble is everything I needed. Please will you write another one? It doesn't have to be for the 150 word drabble ask thing though? Maybe a longer one shot? I love your Gladio too and promptio is like my favourite ship, so... xo xo

Ok. So. Here’s the thing. I was going to write a shortish drabble about the beginning of their friendship/relationship, but it kind of grew into a two and a half thousand word thing, which will have definitely one more chapter in… Gladio and Prompto will be bonding further over the chocobos in Insomnia zoo in the next instalment. 

So, here it is. Part One. It has no name (yet) so suggestions welcome, but I might wait til I’ve got more written. Here we have some fluffy Noct/Prompto friendship, Momnis supporting from the sidelines, some healthy sibling banter between Gladio and Iris, and Prompto being super nervous about his monster sized crush on Noct’s bodyguard…


It started out innocent enough. Just, you know, a little crush. Well, Prompto was a little guy, so it made sense.

He’d never forget the first time he saw him. Ignis usually picked them up from school together, Prompto clambering into the back to sit beside Noct, discussing girls, to start with, and then, gradually, they came round to the topic of boys. The first time he brought it up, Prompto watched Ignis’ back stiffen in the driver’s seat, and Noct’s pale cheeks flushed, but Prompto bumbled on, trying to put him at ease. “I mean,” he nattered, “Girls are pretty, sure, and like, Angela in Chemistry is so hot, but I dunno, I think…” he shrugged, “I think maybe I like boys as much… Is that weird?”

Noct looked at him, a slight glow in the apples of his cheeks, and shook his head softly. “I don’t think so, Prom,” he murmured, his sapphire eyes flitting to the back of Ignis’ neck. Ignis had just turned eighteen, and since getting his driver’s license, had been ferrying them back and forth alone in the car. Every morning, when they arrived at Prompto’s little apartment, Noct would get out and go and sit in the back to be with Prompto, but the blond noticed that he always sat in the front to start with. Beside Ignis.

Could he and Noct be…?

One day they’d both turned seventeen, Noct looked at his phone while they waited in the school yard for Ignis and smirked.

“What’s up?” Prompto asked, bouncing like he usually did on the balls of his feet. “Anything interesting?”

Noctis chuckled. “You get to meet Gladio today.”

“Oh?” Prompto swallowed. He knew who Gladio was. The whole of Insomnia knew about Noct’s gorgeous bodyguard. Newspapers and tabloids speculated about him, ovaries exploded every time pictures of him were printed, and Prompto… Prompto had been known to think about him too every now and again too. Alone… He was the son of Lord Clarus Amicitia, and he had a sister younger than he and Noct, and he was a fucking mountain of a man, but other than that, Prompto knew very little.

Noct gave a hoarse chuckle as the nondescript black car drew up as usual. But, unusually, there was a figure in the front seat beside Ignis. He filled the space, and as Ignis stepped out, leaving the engine running in readiness for anything, he stepped out as well.

Prompto’s mouth went dry and his school trousers shrank a couple of sizes at the top. He forgot how to walk.

Gladiolus Amicitia was a hundred times more impressive in person than he was in pixels.

“Come on, Prom,” Noct drawled as he sauntered over to Ignis and allowed him to take his schoolbag.

Kicking his feet back into action, he scampered over, hanging back. “So, um,” he faltered, “Should I…? I mean… I’ll just… you know… m-make my own way back?”

“Whatever for?” Ignis asked, turning. “There’s room here for you, as always, Prompto.” The young advisor’s green eyes took in Prompto’s own glazed, wide eyes and he let out a low laugh. “Oh don’t worry about him,” he added as Gladio looked up and down the street, clearly on the alert.

“Noct you little shit,” Gladio grinned as the prince slid into the front seat while Gladio was staring off down the street.

The prince shrugged and said innocently, “I’ll pull the seat forward, don’t worry.”

You little shit indeed, Prompto thought, sliding in behind Ignis.

Girls from twelve to eighteen twittered and giggled, some taking photographs of him as they hung around the school gates, but Gladio ignored them and yanked the door open. If he pulled it shut with more bang than was strictly necessary, it was hard to tell: that might just have been how a guy that strong closes a car door after all.

He sighed and sat back in the seat, resting his head on the seat behind him. “They always like that, highness?” he asked without opening his eyes.

“Yup.”

“With you as well?”

“Not so much any more,” the prince replied, eyes on his phone. “Sometimes, if there’s been like an event or something they’re more annoying… But having you dangled in front of them is gonna fuel them for weeks.” He turned and looked over his shoulder. “You realise I’m gonna be flooded with messages asking me to introduce them to you…?”

Gladio rocked his head sideways to look at Prompto. “What about you?”

“M-Me? Wh-What about me?” he stammered, cursing the red hot blush that rushed over him from his shoulders to his ears. He looked down at the seat in the hope of getting away from it, but he saw Gladio’s huge hand, knuckles scarred, lying passively on the seat, and that didn’t make the stinging blush any better.

Gladio laughed, a rumbling, earthy sound, and expanded on his question, “They give you any trouble?”

“About Noct?” he asked. “N-Not really. I mean, they tried to, at first, but… I’m no one. I guess I’m not really important enough to bother with. Mostly they just ignore me.”

He thought he saw Gladio’s brows buckle into a little frown, but the expression was gone before he’d even had time to register it.

Prompto really wanted to ask why Gladio was there that day, when he’d never been there before, but the question got bogged down by his nerves and he sat unusually still with his hands in his lap, trying not to open his mouth in case he said something stupid.

After a while, he noticed that they were not taking their usual route to his apartment to drop him off first, and Prompto leaned forward, hands gripping the back of Ignis’ seat, and asked, “Hey, Ignis… where are we going?”

“Oh, apologies, Prompto. Did Noctis not tell you?” he shook his head disappointedly at his charge, and added, “We’re dropping Gladio off at his father’s house first.”

“Oh,” he said, leaning back again and risking a glance at Gladio.

The moment his blue eyes met Gladio’s warm golden ones, he felt his stomach flip over again. The man was only wearing a navy blue Crownsguard hoodie and some dark indigo jeans, but Prompto knew he’d never seen a man so handsome in his whole life. The shield flashed Prompto a broad, white friendly grin, and Prompto forgot how to swallow or breathe.

“You guys wanna come in for a drink or something?” Gladio said as they pulled onto a wide boulevard lined with towering, leafy plane trees.

The houses and mansions on the street were bigger than his whole apartment block, and while he’d seen the palace and the citadel, and even visited a couple of times, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been to a ‘normal’ residential area so fancy. Glancing back at Gladio, he now thought he saw a blush on the shield’s face.

Noct looked back at Prompto and grinned. “Sure,” he said, in a tone of voice that made Prompto very nervous.

What are you plotting?

“We got time, right Iggy?”

“Indeed we have.”

“Then it’s settled,” the prince said.

“Prompto?” Gladio asked, making him squeak involuntarily. When he just stared, wide eyed at him, Gladio’s smile softened from wolf to puppy-dog. “How about you? You got time?”

The fact that he’d asked him separately nearly made him cry.

Everyone, even Ignis, just assumed he would do whatever Noct did, and mostly it was true, but only because his and Noct’s interests were basically the same, except that if Noct went on a fishing trip, Prompto did wildlife photography instead. That was pretty much the only difference. “S-Sure, thank you,” he stuttered.

Going to the Amicitia mansion never got much easier for Prompto. Clarus, when he was there, was terrifying though he clearly didn’t mean to be, Iris was wildly inappropriate and made him blush and stutter and drop things, especially around Gladio, and Gladio himself was… problematic.

Not deliberately, of course.

Just…

Prompto couldn’t meet his eye, couldn’t stop his heart pounding, couldn’t help himself laughing at all his dorky jokes, and, yes, he couldn’t help himself falling in love with him. He was big and brutish on the outside, but he cared so deeply for Iris and his family, for Noct, and gradually, apparently for Prompto too. He was surprised to discover that Gladio was a massive bookworm, and when he wasn’t training, he was to be found curled up on a sofa or on the nearest comfy surface, nose buried in a book. From volumes on mindfulness and meditation to historical fantasy, he devoured them.

Prompto was in awe of the speed with which his eyes flitted across the page. Prompto was so dyslexic he could barely read his own name, but he loved stories, and while he was lazy, he was actually quite intelligent, which always surprised his teachers. He loved his history teacher in particular because she quickly worked out what the real problem was. She let Prompto write in blue ink instead of black to start with, and then campaigned for him to get a school laptop so he could type instead of writing because he was constantly falling behind trying to write by hand. His chicken-scratch handwriting was so terrible he’d probably need a Crownsguard codebreaker to crack it anyway. But with the laptop to help him, and a sound recorder to tape the lessons instead of trying to take written notes, Prompto’s grades began to pick up, and his confidence rose too.

It didn’t escape his notice that Gladio came with Ignis more and more often to pick Noctis up from school, and the group soon fell into a new pattern. They’d go first to the Amicitia mansion, Ignis would prepare some after-school snacks while Noct, Prompto and Iris played a chocobo racing or co-op shooter game on the monster flatscreen in the living room, while Gladio would fold his enormous legs up into a chair and crack open a book.

“What’s that one about?” Prompto asked one afternoon, emboldened by the fact that Gladio had clapped him playfully on the shoulder in greeting when they’d been met at school that day.

“Hmm?” Gladio asked, eyes flicking up from the page to meet Prompto’s. “Oh, it’s the next one in that naval history series I told you about.”

“Yeah? Is it any good? Did the lieutenant get promoted yet?”

“That would be telling,” he smirked. “You wanna borrow the first one?”

Prompto blushed. “More of an audiobook kinda guy,” he said.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Gladio said, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “I got a promotion code for a free audiobook, but I don’t really get the chance to listen to stuff much. You want it?”

Prompto’s eyes went wide. “Yeah! Sure, thanks!”

“I’ll email it to you. What’s your address?”

Prompto blushed. “Um… it’s chocobocowboy@eos.com.”

Gladio raised an eyebrow but offered no comment while he typed. “You like chocobos then?” he smiled.

“Love em!”

“You ever ridden one?”

Prompto shook his head. “I’ve never actually seen one in real life…” he said.

“Really? But they have them at Insomnia zoo,” he said. “You never been?”

Again he shook his head. His adoptive parents never had the time to take him anywhere.

“We’ll have to sort that out.” Gladio’s voice was gruff but there was a warmth to it that made Prompto lick his lips.

“What?” he blurted when he realised what Gladio had said.

“We’ll have to take you. I happen to know that Noct’s free next weekend. We could all go. How about it?”

Noct looked up from his phone. “Sure. Been ages since we went. I think I was like, ten, when Dad took me? Closed the whole park down. It was so embarrassing. You won’t do that this time, will you?”

Gladio bit his lip. “It’ll make security harder, highness,” he said, reminding Prompto that he was his shield as much as his trainer and friend. “But I’m sure we can get a few Glaives to go undercover. Not exactly the worst mission after all…”

Noct sighed, and Prompto was wracked with guilt. “Noct, it’s ok, I mean, I don’t wanna impose or whatever…”

But the prince silenced him with a snort. “Prom, I know how much you love chocobos. You even have chocobo boxers and pyjamas –”

“Noct!” he yipped, blushing furiously.

Iris poked her head in from the kitchen where she was helping Ignis bake a chocolate cake, and demanded, “Who has chocobo boxers?”

“Prompto,” Noctis deadpanned at the same time as Prompto vehemently squeaked, “No one!”

Gladio tilted his head back and boomed a great laugh that made Prompto’s red ears ring.

“Oh Ramuh, just smite me now,” Prompto whined, shrinking into the sofa cushions.

“I think it’s cute,” Gladio chuckled. “And you didn’t hear it from me, but Iris still has moogle bedsheets.”

“Gladio!” she squawked from the kitchen, but he only laughed harder.

Between chuckles he added, “And knickers too. I’ve seen them on the line. In fact, it’s a sunny day, they might be outside now…”

“GLADIO I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” she yelled, dropping a wooden spoon on the counter with a clatter and dashing out of the kitchen to fling herself at her brother. She landed in his lap and ripped the book out of his hands, fists beating on his chest. The book landed with a thump on the carpet beside the chair.

Laughing harder than ever, he just picked her up under her arms and held her away from him, Iris spitting and hissing like a cat.

In all the display, the only thing Prompto could look at were Gladio’s arms. His half-finished tattoo traced ghostly lines down his arm, over his huge, rolling shoulders and down his biceps, which seemed hard and perfect as carved marble.

Noct nudged him in the ribs and brought his finger to his own chin, whispering, “You’ve got some drool, like, here…”

“Noct!” he fired back, whacking him right in the face with a squashy sofa cushion.

“Oi,” Gladio barked, looking over Iris’ windmilling arms. “You mark Princess’ pretty mug and it’s my job on the line.”

Before Prompto could apologise – he certainly wasn’t about to explain why he’d been thwacking the crown prince of Lucis in the face with a cushion – Noctis said, “Gladio, help! He’s assaulting the prince. Pull him off me!”

Prompto’s eyes went wider than ever and he dropped the cushion like it was suddenly a million degrees. “Noct…”

Gladio chuckled and set Iris down, rising from his seat as he did so. Effortlessly he shoved her back into the soft armchair behind him without looking.

“Please, come on, Gladio,” Prompto gabbled, “Please, it was only a joke… you know I’d never really hurt him!”

Gladio loomed over him, face suddenly hard, hands on hips. “Highness?” he asked. “What shall I do with him?”

“Nothing,” Noct snorted. “Just love him like we all do.”

An odd moment passed between them then, as Gladio stared down at him. His lips gave the oddest twitch in the corner and he took half a pace back. When he spoke, his voice seemed to catch strangely in his throat. “Yeah, I guess that won’t be so hard to do.”

Part Two to follow…

The Labyrinth Chapter 30

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 6.5k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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Sideways and Slantways
By Organization for Transformative Works

Isak gets stuck in an elevator with the one person he’s vowed never to speak to again. This eventually prompts a conversation long overdue, but not without the memories flooding his brain like a broken dam first.

words: 17691
pairing: isak/even
rating: teen & up

a big thank you to @aheavenlyrush for suggesting the stuck in an elevator trope! this took on an entirely different life of its own, but you’re the reason it started. and to @stardefiant for being my cheerleader and to @adamparishe for believing it wouldn’t be a piece of crap even though it might be.

Theories || How and why does an Impact work? :||

In Evangelion, the concept of “Impact” can refer to three different events; the First or Giant Impact, the Second Impact and the Third Impact. Only the last two of them are mentioned and seen in the original series.

Although these events share the same name, they differ from one another in terms of conduction and for their different purposes. They are all remembered as great cataclysms though, capable of destroying  the planet and its inhabitants.

THE FIRST OR GIANT IMPACT

An article about the deification and the First Impact can be found here.
In order to avoid extinction, the powerful First Ancestral Race, also called FAR, scattered Seven Seeds of Life in the galaxy; each Seed had its own Lance/Spear that would have activated if two Seeds had landed on the same planet, sealing their power. Each Seed wandered in space with their own vessel, a Moon. For sheer bad luck, Adam on his White Moon and Lilith on her Black Moon, both “decided” to colonize Earth with their respective progeny. 
The First Impact was caused by the collision of Earth with a giant spherical object, Lilith’s “Black Moon”, about 4 billion years ago. The impact created large amounts of debris that led to the formation of the Moon we all know. The core of the Black Moon, with Lilith in it, remained intact; however, Lilith’s Spear was lost or destroyed during the process.
At the time of that cataclysm, Adam had already nested on the planet, so to avoid a so-called “prohibited union”, one of these Seeds of Life was deactivated by the Spear of Longinus. And since Lilith’s one was lost, Adam was sealed by its own Spear - just according to the FAR’s plans, allowing the proliferation of the children of Lilith, owners of the Fruit of Knowledge: humans.

THE SECOND IMPACT

A cataclysm occurred on September 13, 2000, when a strong explosion took place in Antarctica, melting the polar ice cap and even changing the Earth’s axis. This caused several tsunamis in sequence, followed by an increase of the sea level, floodings in coastal cities or towns and a catastrophic weather modifications. Everything was justified by saying that a large meteorite had hit the South Pole, causing the melting of glaciers; of course, this was only an excuse designed to disguise what really triggered that apocalypse. 
The real cause of the Second Impact, in fact, was the “explosion” of the First Angel / Seed of Life, Adam, a consequence of the ”Contact Experiment“ conducted by Dr. Katsuragi and funded by Seele. The experiment was officially justified as an attempt to study the inexhaustible source of energy Adam had (in fact Katsuragi formulated the theory of the Super Solenoid, or the motor S^2 of the series), that was believed to be present on the chest of the giant. But something went wrong during the experiment, with the subsequent awakening of Adam. The cause of the failure of the experiment would be the contact of human DNA with the same Adam. The giant lost control of its own power, generating a tremendous explosion that liquefied the entire Antarctic continent; in addiction, the beast unfolded its wings, expanding its A.T.Field that wiped out all “alien” life forms, within hundreds of kilometers. Somehow however, the scientists (or Seele itself) managed to stop Adam, using the Spear of Longinus, thus managing to avoid a greater disaster. 

We have explained how the Second Impact took place here, but not the reason why it occurred. Seele was considering to initiate the Second Impact because, perhaps thanks to the Dead Sea Scrolls, they knew what would have happened if Adam had fully awakened. They used the Spear of Longinus to have Adam under a embryonic state, making it easier to be studied and protected. All this to arrive, 15 years later, to the plan for the defeat of the sons of Adam: the Angels.

THE THIRD IMPACT

This Impact differs from the other; it is nothing more than the prelude to the “Human Instrumentality Project”. Evangelion Unit-01 becomes the vessel of this Impact, since at the end of the series is, in all respects, a God - in the sense of being perfect, and therefore eligible to be the trigger for the Third Impact. With the S^2 Engine, we can notice how its A.T.Field expanded and became stronger (a power similar to the one Adam showed during the Second Impact).
At the sight of the Unit-02 and its pilot dismembered by the Eva Series, Shinji finally realized it was too late to save Asuka and began to scream in agony; in response to all the grief, pain and anger of his son, Unit-01 broke its armor again, trying to wake up once again - just like in Episode 19. However, the Spear of Longinus responded to the awakening of the Eva and returned to earth, "sealing” the Unit, thus preventing its full awakening.

At the same time, Rei was inside Terminal Dogma, ready to absorb Adam from Gendo’s hand and completing the “forbidden union”, necessary for the beginning of the Instrumentality Project the commander had in mind. However, feeling Shinji’s pain, she decided to betray Gendo and come to the aid of the Third Child.

Also, we can see how happy Seele was because of the return of the Spear from the Moon; they were finally ready to ask the Eva Series to start the opening ceremony for the Third Impact. So the nine White Evangelion use three clones of Longinus to crucify Unit-01 in the sky, on whose hands were inflicted the stigmata (probably their aim was to create a bridge for the passage of souls). The Series then arranged themselves around the Evangelion, taking the form of the diagram of the Tree of Life, with the consequent activation of their S^2 engines and A.T.Fields, that entered in resonance with each other causing a huge explosion that wiped everything in their surroundings and allowing the Black Moon to break free.

Refusing to “accept” Gendo and “take him to Yui”, Rei ripped the hand containing Adam and joined the body of Lilith; the results however cannot be considered “Lilith” per se: it contains both Adam (and its soul too perhaps) and Lilith, it is the fruit of a “Forbidden Union” of two Seeds of Life, controlled by Rei. In Gendo’s plan, he would have been the controlling mind of that being. After that, Rei reached Unit-01 and tried to close/hide it in her hands; at the same time, she also took control of the Eva Series, entering in “sync” with them - and we can assume that since they all received her facial features.
Shinji, already terrified by that sight, completely loses his mind when he sees the giant reacting to the name “Rei”.

It is quite interesting to note that this is absolutely the first time Shinji calls Rei by her first name. The Third Child is now on the brink of madness, but Lilith / Rei / Adam turns into Kaworu and still calms him. This makes his A.T.Field disappear and allows the Spear to penetrate the core of Unit-01, thus creating the Tree of Life. 

What we are witnessing, however, it’s not the plan of Seele - which didn’t include the presence of Lilith / Rei / Adam, nor Gendo or NERV’s plan; in fact, Rei is doing nothing but giving Shinji the command of Instrumentality, to choose what to do with humanity: destroy it or save it.
Here, the real Instrumentality for Shinji takes place, as he seems trapped in his own subconscious, with no idea of what to do. Everything he sees, he destroyes it - living in the costant fear of being rejected by Asuka, for example, even after having lowered his own defenses and A.T.Field. He realizes that he won’t be accepted by anyone and he gladly accepts a world with no physical barriers or limitations, starting the Project and uniting all souls and hearts into a single entity; by doing so, he also eliminates conflicts, human grief ans sorrow.

Lilith / Rei / Adam had got out of Earth’s atmosphere, while holding the Black Moon and assimilating the Tree of Life, born from union of the Spear of Longinus and Unit-01. Every A.T.Field on the planet disappears; the open Chamber of Guf takes the souls and also regulates their flow, making them pass through the Black Moon and then the stigmata on Lilith’s hands, uniting everyone into a single entity: the Sea of LCL, or primordial soup. The Eva Series, which have exhausted their task, pierce themselves with their Lances of Longinus. 
Instrumentality seems concluded. But Shinji strangely still has his own individuality, he isn’t part of the gian entity of life and souls yet - since his dream was to be alone, he always believed to be unwanted. But his desire to meet again Asuka and the others leads him to suddenly interrupt Instrumentality: this is the first independent choice Shinji makes, an evidence of his “growth” and his sad “introduction into the adult world”.

He refuses his dream world, accepting a dimension of misunderstanding and suffering.

Lilith’s neck is cut from the inside, staining the moon with a trail of blood; the stigmata are gone and the white giant slowly starts falling to pieces. Unit-01 emerges from her eye and its A.T.Field also breaks the Black Moon. The real Spear of Longinus destroys the others fake lances, petrifying the whole Eva Series; so does the armor of Unit-01 and Longinus itself, both now floating in the space. Yui’s soul remains inside the Evangelion, as an eternal proof and testimony of the existence of the human race.
Shinji didn’t fully stopped Instrumentaliity, but he has simply given a choice to every soul: they can return to their body and live again, or just remain part of the Sea of LCL. Shinji and Asuka chose to live, at the end of the movie, but we can’t know what the other souls decided to do. As evidences of this event, the oceans (or Sea of LCL) became completely red and pieces of Lilith / Rei / Adam are decomposing on the Earth, surrounded by a giant ring of blood.

Past the Clouds, We’ll Find the Stars [CS FF Oneshot]

This was supposed to be a little oneshot that was sparked from my headcanon about CS adopting. It took on a life of its own and…well, here it is. Thank you to @peggyyswan for being my ride or die, for always flailing with me and for reading this via photos of my laptop screen as I went along. I’ll post it on FFnet soon.

CS + Adoption and more: A dash of angst, a sprinkling of humor & a whole lotta fluff.

Title: Past the Clouds, We’ll Find the Stars
Rating: T
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“So…what do you think about adopting?”

It wasn’t a question Killian had been prepared for. Not at 11pm on a Monday night as they cuddled in bed watching Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. It struck him as more of an over-dinner conversation, or one inspired by watching TV shows involving infants, as opposed to run-down shacks serving questionable-looking yet apparently delicious meals.

He shifted to find his wife’s eyes, but she kept them fixed on the television screen, and his brow creased as he considered her. She was snuggled into his side, hand tracing idle patterns through his chest hair, cheeks aglow and hair tousled from their recent tumble between the sheets. But he had a feeling that the color on her cheeks had more to do with her question than their earlier pleasurable activities.

“Are you referring to a puppy or a child, darling?”

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BTS as your bffs~

Jin:

  • your personal uber, he’d give you a ride anytime you needed one
  • also your personal wingman
  • always making sure you’ve eaten enough and making sure that you’re getting enough sleep
  • really cares about your health but tells you not to worry about him when you check up on him
  • leaves you on read a lot
  • but the minute you do its like the end of the world

Yoongi/Suga:

  • your shoulder to cry on
  • would put his life on the line just to keep your snap streak alive
  • brings you coffee every morning or snacks whenever he knows your busy studying or working on something important
  • sends you music he thinks you’ll like
  • takes food off of your plate like its his own but you’re used to it
  • arguing like 5 year olds over small things but almost all the time, to amuse each other

Hoseok/Jhope:

  • traditions!!! like board games every wednesdays or movie marathons on fridays
  • always hypes you up, he’s your #1 fan
  • sends you things online or pictures he took because “this reminded me of you”
  • super playful
  • always asks for your opinion on his outfits or the way his hair looks that day he does the same for you even when you don’t ask

Namjoon/Rapmon:

  • the type to stay parked outside your house after he drops you off until you go inside
  • late night drives to McDonalds to laugh about something that happened that day or parked alongside a dirt road talking about something deep
  • always wants to try to do your hair or your makeup just for the fun of it but you never let him because you know he’ll force you to go out looking however he made you look 
  • lets you have the aux cord all the time

Jimin:

  • has so much dirt on you that he’d get you into doing things for him
  • the best listener and probs gives the best advice 
  • points at ugly or gross characters on tv and says “hey look, its you”
  • but will kill someone if they shade you
  • you would tell each other about the dreams you had no matter how strange or ridiculous they were
  • you guys just got each other, you know each other better than you’d both like to admit
  • you have each others passwords to everything 

Taehyung/V:

  • probably the one to start a snap streak with you and break it
  • is the best at cheering you up like he knows exactly what to do to make you smile whatever the problem may be
  • you both annoy each other on a whole new level 
  • would probably give you the silent treatment because you did something to him in his dream
  • “facetime me real quick, I have to show you this…”
  • squishes your face and calls you cute

Jungkook:

  • would lock you in or out of places just for his own amusement
  • takes forever for him to text back
  • would sit next to you on the couch and immediately lay his legs on top of you just because 
  • pats the top of your head when you’re sad because he wouldnt know what to do
  • but would plan out everything right after whether it be revenge or a day out to make you feel better
  • late night phone calls because you like the sound of each others voices but neither of you will ever admit it to the other

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“This is just absolutely ludicrous!” Cheryl Blossom shouted from her seat at the front of the auditorium, her body practically shaking with anger.

Archie elbowed Jughead and smirked imitating the crazy female redhead. That girl needed to be put on some serious medication and fast, she always seemed to be up in arms about something or another. Of course this time her outrage was slightly warranted, it seemed everyone shared similar feelings regarding the announcement Principal Weatherbee was making.

“Calm down children please!” He shouted over the murmuring and shouting of the entire Riverdale class.

Archie dropped his smirk and put on his most serious face “I just don’t see why they have to come here. Is not like any of them go to school anyway.”

Jughead winced at the judgmental tone of his best friend. Yeah Archie could be fairly insulting but he was also incredibly sheltered so he couldn’t really be blamed. Veronica smacked Archie’s arm frowning at him in disdain
“You don’t know them Archie. You can’t group all of them as a whole just because of some bad seeds.”

The huge highly anticipated announcement weatherbee had been talking about for days was that the south side school had been damaged in a fire and all of the students were going to be attending Riverdale until it was fixed.

The south side was the most dangerous part of Riverdale. It was for the lower class, the people who couldn’t afford Riverdale High, it was mainly notorious for its very own gang “The Southside Serpents”. Jughead knew first hand what it was like to live on the south side.

A few years ago his family fell apart. He was left with just his dad. Eventually his father lost his job and they were forced to move to the south side. He had only been there for a few months when Fred Andrews took him in, he loved Jughead like a son and knew how smart the boy was, he wanted him to have a good education and a stable home life. He was forever grateful for the Andrews family, but he still thought about his father all the time, Fred had decided it was best to cut contact until his father could sober up. He hadn’t heard from the man in three years.

Shaking his head and coming to present day he heard weatherbee introducing their newest classmates.

“And please show our new students a very warm Riverdale welcome!” Suddenly the doors opened and in came about sixty teenagers all dressed vastly different than what the school was used to. Messy hair, ripped up jeans, dirty combat boots. They were all dressed like Jughead.

Each of the south side students looked angry, shuffling down the aisle and shooting nasty looks at each Riverdale student who dared make eye contact. One in particular was smirking at Archie’s letterman jacket.

“Reggie Mantle.” Archie grumbled under his breath, his face set in stone. “He’s captain of the Southside football team, Chuck says they play dirty. I’ve never played them every time we go to play, Chuck gets into some kind of fight.”
Veronica moved closer to Archie and he threw an arm over her shoulder.

Almost like Jughead was in a movie, his eyes were drawn to the very last girl in the group, she was moving lazily, her hands shoved into the little black leather jacket she wore, the snake shaped S displayed proudly on her back, a sure sign she was a part of the infamous Serpents. She was absolutely beautiful though, Jughead couldn’t look away. Her honey blonde hair was hanging low on her back, the messy curls wild and smooth, she wore skin tight blue jeans and black combat boots. Her skin was a gorgeous olive color and her face was makeup free. The most striking thing about her was her piercing green eyes fanned by heavy dark lashes.

“Betty, I swear to god you walk like a damn turtle.” The long haired boy in front of her was keeping pace with her lazy stroll.

Her name was Betty. Suddenly her bright green eyes locked on his and she quirked an eyebrow, a curious expression on her face. Jughead swallowed heavily, trying to keep his laid back carefree facade. She was looking at him like she knew him, only breaking eye contact when her long haired friend pulled her by the hand.

Everyone made way as Betty walked through them all, almost as if she were Noah parting the Red Sea, she was respected, that much was obvious. They all took seats in the available spots in the front of the auditorium. As weatherbee went on about how happy everyone was to have them. Veronica leaned over Archie and whispered in jugheads face

“That pretty blonde was totally checking you out. She’s definitely gonna be my new best friend, I’m gonna set you two up. It’s like we’re destined to be best friends.” Veronica clapped excitedly

Kevin nodded from beside him
“You can have the blonde but I want the friend. mister Puerto Rican Fabio is all mine.”

Jughead chucked at his friends antics. All too soon the principal was finishing up and sending them all back to class. As soon as the auditorium doors shut …War begun.

It was a screaming battle the Southside against Riverdale, teens were at each other’s throats and cheerleaders were pitted against cheerleaders while the football players came nose to nose. Suddenly a loud whistle rang out and all the Southside students ceased fighting, causing the Riverdale students to stare in confusion as their opponents backed away.
The gorgeous blonde who had caught his eyes earlier was now making her way through the crowd and standing in front of her classmates.

Cheryl blossom must have sensed the shift in power and moved to stand directly across Betty.

“I don’t know who you think you are, coming to our school and thinking you can get away with whatever you want, but that won’t fly here. This is my school. You may have been important in whatever trash can you ruffians called a school, but things are different here. You’re under my roof.” The riverdale side cheered obnoxiously causing Cheryl to smirk cockily at the girl in front of her.

Betty just smiled lazily and seemed to be waiting for everyone to finish

“We don’t want to fight, none of us want to be here, but we are. And we’re staying. So either you accept that and go about your own business or you cause trouble with my people. The choice is yours. I said we don’t want to fight but I never said we wouldn’t. You threaten us or do anything stupid and you’ll regret it. I’m not afraid of you Red, and I never will be.” With that she turned around, her classmates following, leaving a very quiet Riverdale student body and Cheryl blossom with her jaw on the floor.

Kevin was practically bouncing with excitement as Veronica leaned over and whispered “that was so badass!”

Betty made her way past their little group and once again made eye contact with jughead, this time she shot him half of a smile, the indent of a dimple rising to the surface. Jughead swallowed heavily and Archie slapped a hand to his shoulder, smirking

“You’re in for it now buddy.”

Jughead watched the back of her blonde head walk away and sighed. He most definitely was.