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It’s a quiet afternoon, their homework is done and there is little to do until their game finishes it’s update. The palace might have ridiculously high speed internet but Noctis’ apartment doesn’t yet.

The Prince is sprawled over the couch, controller dangling loosely in one hand while the other idly messes with his dark hair. Prompto sits on the floor in front of him, staring blankly at the screen as the bar inches its way to completion. His mind is buzzing with doubts, because it’s the perfect time to tell his friend and really, that’s the whole reason he came over in the first place.

He doesn’t want Noctis, his first and only true friend, to freak out though. Logically he knows that Noctis will be cool about it, that he won’t think twice, but Prompto’s still scared, he’s never come out to anyone before. His parent’s aren’t around enough and he’s never been close to anyone else before.

He takes a deep breath, then stops, but it’s too late because the sound has drawn Noctis’ attention.

“What is it? C’mon man, I know that sigh.”

Prompto deliberately doesn’t look at Noctis as he asks, “Do you like girls?”

Noctis shrugs,frowning a little, “I guess? I dunno dude, I’ve never really thought about it. I’ll probably have to marry someone chosen for me eventually, why torture myself by falling in love when I can’t have it?”

Prompto’s gaze settles on the Prince then, because he hadn’t thought about that and suddenly his own truth seems small. Noctis doesn’t give him the chance to change the subject though.

“Do you not?”

Fuck, he always asks questions like that, like it’s nothing. Prompto inhales sharply and bounces his foot against the carpet,

“I mean, I do…but…I kinda like guys too?”

There, he said it. He watches Noctis’ face, the Prince takes it calmly and seems thoughtful and Prompto swears he sees a hopeful kind of flicker in Noctis’ eyes. Before he can chase it down though it’s gone and Noctis grins at him,

“So that’s why you wanted to be my friend huh? Cause I’m hot stuff.”

Prompto smacks at his shoulder and laughs, cheeks coloring just a little, “Yeah, in your freakin’ dreams. I just felt bad for you having nothin’ beautiful in your life I thought I’d come grace you with my presence. Also you draw in chicks dude.”

Noctis laughs with him but it feels a little off. Prompto watches his friend carefully as they lapse back into the quiet, the weight of his confession is gone and he devotes himself to studying Noctis’ feature. He has a crush on him, he’s not blind to his own feelings about the Prince, but even so he thinks Noctis looks a little sad, a little tired.

He opens his mouth to ask but Noctis isn’t looking at him, sitting up, “C’mon, it’s loaded.”

Prompto snaps his lips shut and picks his controller back up, he’ll save his question for another day, maybe one when he’s brave enough to tell Noctis how his smile make his heart beat harder. Maybe.

killmewithcuteness  asked:

Okay but what if he can see the time people have left to live? Like (please don't hit me) in the video savin me by nickleback? Like maybe not above their head and like that but he can see the time his friends have running out and like imagine him getting anxious because one timer is running low and he just feels himself loosing control and knows what he probably will do next... (I made myself sad again xD)

First of all a slap to u head for tainting my youtube search history
Tbh i think that concept fits more with a modern setting like in the mv haha

Marauders Headcanon #13

-James was a happy drunk. It didn’t take much to get him tipsy, and once he was, he would giggle about nothing, dance to songs that had stopped playing an hour ago, go on rants about how much he loved the color green, wrap his arms around his friends and beam, or lay with his head on Lily’s lap and go on for hours about how ‘I really really love you, Lils.’

-Remus was a reckless drunk. He could hold alcohol better than any of the others, but once he was drunk, he was drunk. He would completely loose his filter, which lead to James learning way more about how Remus and Sirius passed time alone than he ever wanted to know, Peter getting roped into trying to steal the sorting hat from Dumbledore’s office, and the infamous streaking incident of 1977. After the first few times, Remus learned exactly where to draw the line with alcohol- he hated the feeling of loosing control.

-Sirius was an emotional drunk. People who thought he was a drama queen sober had obviously never seen him after a few drinks. Remus secretly loved getting him drunk to hear him declare his love for him, or laugh at him challenging James to a battle for their honor over James telling him that he had the cuter date. However, he would instantly regret it when Sirius burst into tears because, ‘You don’t understand, Moony, he took my cupcake!’

-Peter was a philosophical drunk. He was just as much of a lightweight as James, except instead of laughing at nothing and rambling about Lily’s hair, he could be found quietly asking Remus if he believed in heaven, discussing the death penalty with a stranger, or arguing with Sirius about what the best bar food at the hog’s head was.


Theo Raeken x Chimera!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Sexual content, very much clawing.
Word count: 1 352

Part 1

”What are you thinking about?” Theo purred in your ear as you sat down alone by your usual lunch table. He had hovered you from behind and the warm air from his breath made your neck hair rise.

With wide eyes, you turned around, meeting the smug face of Theo. A face that was able to devour you with just the wink of his eye or a curl of his lips, that would later turn into a filthy smirk.

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“It’s Too Wild For You To Handle“ For Gallery Nucleus

Gallery Nucleus is hosting a Bartkira Nuclear Edition Book Launch & Exhibition and the opening reception is tonight, Saturday April 9th from 7-10 pm PST.

The title of the piece is a direct quote from Akira, “I customized this bike for myself! It’s too wild for you too handle.“ The motorcycle is a metaphor and foreshadowing for Tetsuo loosing control, and being too thirsty for power he can’t handle. And in both cases Bartneda/ Kanebart, gets caught up because of Tetsuhouse/ Milsuo.

Dont ever forget how easly it is to loose control of meth or any other drug. One day you will be having the time of your life and the next minute your life is a disaster and drugs suddenly become the worst thing to ever happen to you. Dont let it get that far. Dont be like me. I use to have so many friends that i would use drugs with and we would have some of the greatest times. But then one day i looked around and it was like “hey where do everyone go?’” They grew up. Moved on. And now Im just here chasing the high while everyone else is making something of themselves. Its embarrassing, Being the druggie who could never walk away. Who would keep coming back here to this same, dark, depressing world. I wonder to myself when am i going to say enough is enough and its time to live life as a responsible adult. I sit and think am i going to be 30 or 40 years old still on drugs? Still making nothing of my life. Still just a fuck up. Whats it gonna take for me to stop? What do i gotta do???? I WANT A NORMAL LIFE. I think about all these things, but as im thinking im \ getting high and suddlenly all those thoughts are gone from my mind, And idc anymore, 

She’s falling but she doesn’t think you’ll catch her because her last relationship was a disaster. All she ever got was broken hearted. She became so numb to the heartbreak she started to hurt others to make sure they wouldn’t know all she really wanted was someone to love her. Now she’s all alone starting over but everything she does is never sober. Wondering why the only girl she loved thought he was better. Now she has baggage on her shoulder but the new guy really loves her. She loves him but she doesn’t trust herself with his heart. She’s already broken it before she even let her guard down. She’s loosing control now. Fighting the truth and hiding from her disasters.despite her past she can’t help the attraction. He’s broken too but she loves the way he holds on to love like it’s his life line. He answers all her questions and understand she’s coming from a hurt place. He tries to love the permanent scars left on her heart. He redefines what love is but she’s so scared to let him in. See she has a short temper and she might have found the one that can handle her but that’s what she thought about the only girl she ever really loved.
Sensory Overload

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Karolina’s Playlist Writing Challenge 

Prompt: Freaks by Hawk in Paris (I listened to it on repeat while writing it, I’m obsessed with it lately!)

This story was written for my dear friend Charlie @deandoesthingstome as a thank you for helping me reach an old milestone. She provided me with two things: Breath Play and sexy times with Dean, and that’s how it all turned out! (Fun fact: it was supposed to be a drabble ;D)

Summary: While interrogating people to get some info on a new case, Dean starts teasing you, to which you react by teasing him, wondering how much it will take him to loose control, drag you to the motel room you were staying at and fuck you senseless. (Almost no plot!)

Word Count: 4005

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings/Tags: smut, teasing in public, some curse words, oral (male on female), fingering, sex against the wall, unprotected sex (don’t be like Cas, folks, use real protection, angel blade won’t work!), dry humping, stripping, dirty talk

Beta: @whispersandwhiskerburn (darling, I have no idea how to thank you, you’re freakin’ awesome! <3)

A/N: I’m really proud of this one, as writing smut was always difficult for more, but it’s changing slowly. This one was quite nice to write so I’m sure you can expect more smutty goodness from me!

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Feedback very welcome and highly appreciated. Feel free to check out my Masterlist if this piece leaves you wanting more :)

“What the hell are you doing?” you hissed, feeling Dean’s hand trailing up your leg.

“Having some fun,” he whispered, a sly smirk on his face, his fingers already getting under your skirt and to your panties.

You cleared your throat, smiling at the lovely older couple that you were in the process of interrogating regarding the case you’d just started working on. Fortunately, their hearing wasn’t great, so those comments went unnoticed by them.

Bringing your legs together, you forced your boyfriend to stop and pull away, as you didn’t want to be more suspicious than you already were.

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I feel so alone. I think, between you and me, that I am half so well and half so sick…and I don’t want the sick to win…to loose all control…but…


—  Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters
in dreams

(jyn/cassian, post rogue one, everyone’s alive AU)



They’re flying to the Corellian system, a recruiting mission, several days into the journey. K2 and Cassian are up front, flying, Jyn somewhere in the back. Cassian blinks heavily at K’s voice, but doesn’t shift from facing forward, looking out into space, his hands loosely on the controls. He’s gotten good at tuning K out, especially when he knows he’s going to say something he doesn’t want to hear.

“Cassian,” K says, louder this time.

“What?” he snaps, sharper than he intends.

“You’ve been awake for 51 hours now.”


“And humans tend to need a few hours of rest every few days,” K2 says dryly.

“I’m fine,” Cassian grumbles.

“I’m sure you are, but I’d prefer for us not to crash.”

“We’re in outer space,” Cassian says, finally looking over at K2. “What could we possibly hit?”

K2 doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head to the side like he does when he knows he’s won.

“Fine,” Cassian sighs. “I’ll take a break. Wake me in an hour.”

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