oh my jen

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anonymous asked:

hehe iggy is my #1 too. ^.^ may i request a young!iggy with a fem!s/o drabble where they sneak out with noct to check out a new trendy food place in the city and get caught by cor, but cor lets them off the hook? heehee. thanks!

I’VE WAITED SO LONG TO FILL THIS REQUEST DEAR ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I SQUEALED AND BRAINSTORMED FOR THIS LITTLE (ahem, read that as LONG xD) ONE-SHOT! :D :D :D *I am super excited, hope I didn’t scare anyone with my caps*. Okay, okay- let’s do this!

The boyfriend, the girlfriend and… the prince?

You tap your foot impatiently against the foot of Noctis’ chair, and the fifteen year old prince actually has the gall to scowl at you over his homework. You reach over and ruffle his hair, because you know that he dislikes people touching his hair immensely. Ignis throws you a look full of exasperation over Noctis’ head, and you smile sweetly in your boyfriend’s direction in return. Ignis can only shake his head and return back to preparing what you assume is Noctis’ dinner for that night and school lunch for the next day.

You sit quietly for a grand total of three minutes before huffing and snatching Noctis’ literature homework from him and jotting the answers to the questions down off by heart. The young prince smiles in relief while Ignis lets out a groan from his position in the kitchen.

“Y/n, how will he pass his exams if you keep doing his homework for him?” Ignis chides you. You pout at your stern boyfriend in turn and point dramatically at the analogue clock mounted on the wall.

“It’s almost seven-thirty! I’ve been starving since six! I swear, Noct’s been acting inept on purpose this whole time!” you cry out dramatically, draping yourself over Noctis’ homework. The young prince chuckles and pulls a strand of your hair in jest, earning a yelp from you. You glare up at the boy who is two years younger than you, and watch as he stands up from his place at the dining table and collects his books into a neat pile. He carries the pile towards his room, throwing Ignis a meaningful look as he passes his advisor.

Ignis can’t help but smile at the hopeful look in his young charge’s eyes, and he nods his silent assent. Noctis immediately breaks into a grin and, gods, you have never seen that boy move so fast in the year that you’ve known him. You turn your perplexed gaze towards Ignis and raise an eyebrow at him.

“He’s worked hard- I thought he could accompany us out for dinner tonight.” Ignis answers your silent question. Your jaw drops in disbelief as you stand immediately and gesture at the food Ignis was packing away on the counter.

“Um, excuse me? Then what is all of this?!” you point at the pair of colourful lunchboxes filled with rice, omelette and finely chopped and seasoned bell peppers. You reach forward, you mouth suddenly watering out of hunger, and try to steal a small cocktail sausage from underneath the omelette. Ignis immediately grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss onto your knuckles.

“It’s Noctis and Prompto’s lunch for tomorrow, love.” Ignis replies easily, letting go of your hand. You can’t believe it- Ignis packed a lunch for the prince and his blond chocobo friend…

“You never pack me lunch…” you frown and cross your arms against your chest, feeling hurt- and then feeling stupid for feeling hurt. Ignis catches the petulant expression on your face and chuckles with mirth at the obviously silly look on your face. Your boyfriend quickly replaces the packed lunchboxes into the refrigerator and shuts the door before making his way around the kitchen counter and towards you. You feel his arms snake around your waist and he pulls your back flush against his chest before nuzzling his nose into your fragrant hair with an amused, yet happy sigh.

“That is because you insist on purchasing that cheese bread from the Crownsguard Cafeteria every day, sweet pea,” you flush at the term of endearment and half-heartedly wrestle your way out of his grasp before turning around and sticking your tongue out at him. Ignis gazes upon your animated form with deep adoration- you are his exact opposite. Where he is stern and calm, you are exuberant and jittery. But you have a great mind on you and are very flexible in your problem-solving process. Ignis admires you greatly for your abstract thinking ability and your willingness to throw yourself into uncertainty for the greater good.

“Yeah, well that stuff’s delicious, Iggy. And gosh, I cannot believe you’re letting the bratty prince crash our date!”

“Hey!” Noct calls out from his room, “I heard that, you ingrate!”

You roll your eyes good naturedly before setting your wide, pleading eyes on Ignis. He bites his lip, averting your puppy dog eyes.

“Iggy?” you ask slowly, digging the tow of your light blue vans into Noctis’ wooden floor. Ignis immediately shakes his head.

“No, I promised Noct. He’s been having a hard time lately with his magic training and he deserves a treat. Besides, he likes your company-”

“I do not!” Noctis petulantly whines from his room, opening his bedroom door and finally emerging. He’s dressed in an old pair of jeans and a faded moogle mascot t-shirt. Wearing ratty old sneakers and a black baseball cap over his bangs, Noctis looks like a picture perfect high school kid. You cluck your tongue in your mouth at the sight while Ignis nods in approval.

“Your familiar behaviour around y/n suggests otherwise. Also, well done Noct- perfect disguise,” Ignis praises Noctis, though one confused look from Noctis has you bursting out into uncontrollable laughter. You wipe tears of mirth from your cheeks as Ignis fixes a bewildered stare on you. You gasp for breath before grinning up at him.

“I don’t think that’s a disguise, sweet cheeks, I think those are his actual casual clothes-” Noctis flushes at your words and begins to back track into his room.

“Um, I can wear something else…” you feel somewhat guilty about the way the young prince has reverted into his shy and awkward ways. You shook him an apologetic smile and shake your head quickly.

“Nonsense, you look great as always my little bean puff!” you coo, earning a grimace from Noctis. Ignis sighs and glances at his wrist watch as you and Noctis bicker.

“Enough, children. Let’s make for the car before any tears are spilled, hm?”

“Oh my freaking Six, Jen- isn’t that the fucking prince?!”

Ignis immediately frowns and grabs Noctis’ arm as soon as the three of you pass through the front threshold of the trendy down town restaurant Ignis let you to. You tut at Ignis’ behaviour and slap his possessive hand away from the prince.

“Iggy, chill out! You’re just going to draw attention to him if you go all ‘mother hen’ on him here,” you speak softly but firmly. Ignis withdraws his hand, and instead places his arm across your shoulders- a bit warily mind you. You snuggle into his side, liking the way you are tall enough just so you can perfectly lean your head against his shoulder when he holds you like this. You let Ignis lead you to a booth towards the back of the restaurant, and you can hear Noctis shuffle after the both of you.

You almost feel bad for the kid… being the third wheel and all. That is, until you realised Noctis was the one who invited himself to your date. You shake your head and press yourself closer to your boyfriend, earning a raised eyebrow from the young man you were pressing yourself against.

“Is something wrong?” Ignis asks. You shake your head, feigning innocence.

“Oh, no dear. This is super romantic!” you hear Noctis scoff softly behind you and you turn your face away from Ignis to hide your grin. You can feel Ignis heave an exasperated sigh before ushering you into the booth. He shuffles in after you and Noctis seats himself opposite the both of you.

You turn to face Ignis, only to catch him critically eyeing the patrons dining within his chosen establishment. He glares at a group of young women making googly eyes at the prince, and you smack him lightly on the chest with the back of your hand.

“Ignis! We’re on a date- focus!” you coach your boyfriend with a sharp tone of voice. Ignis lets out what you classify as a miserable sigh and slumps slightly in his seat.

“This was a terrible idea… the security risks are too great…” Ignis mumbles to himself. You shoot a glance at Noctis, who is too busy scouring over the menu with his midnight blue eyes wide open in wonder. You can’t help the slight warmth that spreads through your chest- the boy was seriously deprived. You were feeling slightly less salty about Noctis gate-crashing your date.

You flip your gaze back to Ignis and rub his arm up and down in what you hope are soothing motions. It seems to work minutely as his stiff shoulders relax the tiniest bit.

“Iggy, Noct is dressed like a hobo right now. We can just say he’s an enthusiastic Noctis cosplayer-”

“Darling… I have never seen any sane young man cosplay as the prince,” Ignis frowns down at you. You lean forward quickly and press a soft kiss to Ignis’ adorably pouting lips- he probably has no idea he’s pouting. Ignis retracts from your public display of affection and you swear to the Six you saw him flush at least seven different shades of red before clearing his throat and unbuttoning one of his shirt buttons out of embarrassment. You can’t help but smile fondly and bop Ignis on the nose.

If Noctis hadn’t been so enthralled by the diner’s menu selection, he’d have probably thrown both the salt and pepper shaker at your faces. Alas, the kid prince is currently marking all the junk he’s going to eat on the menu with little ripped pieces of napkin.

“Look at him- we can pass him off as our ‘odd’ friend or something,” you retract yourself from Ignis’ personal space as he stares at you with a deadpan expression, “oh, come on sweetie! Live a little- we’re not going to get caught for this! We’re not even in a dodgy area- he’s totally safe!” you argue your point, willing Ignis’ creased eyebrows to soften. Ignis is about to say something to retort to your statements when Noctis gasps and tries to slip down as far as he can in the booth.

“Aw crap, it’s Cor.”

As soon as those words leave Noctis’ mouth, you duck as well, pulling Ignis down alongside you. Ignis splutters a little, completely flustered and glasses askew. You shoot a panicked look at Noctis, who is doing his best to cover his face with the menu, the napkin scraps he’s placed there all slipping onto the table.

“Are you sure?!” you ask, your voice around three octaves higher than usual. Noctis grunts an affirmative and sinks impossibly lower in his seat.

“I should have just made him hamburgers at home. Why did I think this was a good idea? He didn’t even finish all of his homework…” Ignis laments quietly to himself. You can’t help but smirk at the regret lacing Ignis’ tone.

“This is what you get for letting the prince gate-crash our date.”

Ignis shoots an annoyed glare at you, to which you immediately answer with your own glare. The two of you don’t even notice that the marshal is now in earshot, his eyebrows furrowed in discontentment.

“He said he wanted to try this place, and I couldn’t let him go with Prompto!” Ignis begins to defend himself. You roll your eyes and cross your hands over your stomach.

“Why the hell not? They’re best friends! Noct should be allowed to hang out with his friends!”

“The boy doesn’t know how to defend himself, let alone others. Allowing Noctis out with a commoner with no self-defence training what-so-ever would be a dire compromise to Noctis’ security!” Ignis shoots back, rebuking your argument.

“Hey marshal, fancy seeing you here.” You suddenly hear Noctis’ miserable voice ring out, snapping you out of your couple’s spat with Ignis and back into reality. Noctis is now rearranging his boy so that he’s sitting up straight in the booth. Your eyes flitter over to Cor’s ever-tense form and you physically flinch at the disapproving look he’s throwing yours and Ignis’ way.

“Your father’s been calling your home phone for the past forty minutes. He’s worried.” Cor states simply. You can’t help but hurt for Noctis as his face falls out of guilt. The young prince pushes the menu away from himself and begins to move to shuffle out of the booth. However, Cor stops him by seating himself in Noctis’ way. You and Ignis quickly move so that you are both sitting ram-rod straight, both gazing down at Cor’s hands that were now rested on the red and white table.

“Sir Leonis-” you begin, adopting your ‘official business voice, only to be disrupted by a dismissive wave of Cor’s hand.

“Just Cor here, thanks.” You’re rendered speechless for a long moment, and Ignis decides to speak in your place.

“Cor, I must offer my sincerest apologies. I should have notified the Crownsguard of this little dining excursion, and I take full responsibility for what has happened tonight.” Ignis says, his voice quiet. Noctis shakes his head and has the gall to grasp roughly at Cor’s shoulder, gaining the older man’s attention at once.

“Cor, I was the one who convinced Iggy to bring me here. I just wanted to try the food… the guys at school keep talking about it and I just… kind of wanted to be able to join in,” Noctis explains, and you witness a feint blush form on the prince’s pale cheeks. At that very moment, you can’t help but feel terribly sorry for the prince. Every aspect of his life is planned and monitored with no room to deviate. People would probably think his life was sweet, but you realise at that moment that it’s anything but.

“This was irresponsible, of all of you.” Cor says, his tone even. Ignis’ gaze falls onto the table, and you immediately reach for one of his hands resting idly on his thigh. You discreetly give him a squeeze for support, and he squeezes your smaller hand back gratefully in return.

“Understood, sir- I mean, Cor… sir,” you fumble with your words. Cor’s lips twist into the tiniest smile at your nervousness, and you can’t help but offer a nervous grin in return. The marshal shakes in head, his expression filled with disbelief as he raised his battle calloused hand and pats Noctis stiffly on the back.

“Still, I agree that his highness deserves some down time. So, if you don’t mind the extra company, I can permit Prince Noctis to feast to his heart’s content,” your eyes trail over to Noctis’ face, and you find that your expression is mirrored on his face. Jaw slack and surprise unhidden. Cor pulls out a black and gold card… is that a Crownsguard credit card?!

“Impossible…” Ignis murmurs, his grip on your hand going slack. Cor smirks at the three of you and waves the card around for you all to see.

“When we traced Noctis’ GPS signal on his phone, I had a feeling you’d be having dinner. His majesty insisted upon leaving his personal credit card in my care so…” Cor trails off, pushing the card towards Noctis, whose eyes are comically wide. “I’m guessing dinner’s on the Crown?”

You lean forward, forgetting all about Crownsguard etiquette and grin at Cor Leonis.

“Everyone’s so wrong about you Cor- you freaking rule!”

Ignis, ever so put together Ignis, takes a page out of your book and leans forward with a huge grin on his face, reaching forward with his hands to grasp one of Cor’s in gratitude.

“I must agree with y/n. You truly are incredible, sir.”

“Cor.” Cor corrects Ignis. Ignis retracts his hands and you notice an embarrassed flush making its way across his cheeks. You smile and lean to your side, pressing a single lingering kiss on Ignis’ cheek before smirking at an amused Cor and an exasperated Noctis.

“Well Cor, hope you don’t mind being the fourth wheel on this date. Noctis already claimed title of third wheel himself when he invited himself.”

“Hey, Iggy said I could come!” Noctis retorts, crossing his arms in front of him.

“Well, actually Noct, you threatened to fire me…” Ignis jested light-heartedly. Noctis’ jaw drops in utter betrayal. While the three younger ones continue to bicker, Cor waves a waitress over to their table and smiles apologetically at the pretty young lady, making her swoon under the handsome marshal’s attention.

“The kids will have my usual. And make it fast- they get crabby when they’re hungry. Thanks.”

The waitress jots down the order, glances at the motley group and her eyes immediately widen at the sight of the crown prince. She nods hastily at Cor, recognising his familiar facial features from the news articles she read growing up, and bows once more as she makes off to fetch their order.

“Ah, of course! Right away!”

A Little Update

Hey guys! It’s been a bit for me. Right now I’m focusing on me and making sure I’m good so that’s why my fics have been a little sparse recently. I will tell you it’s going to be another day, maybe two until I’m back and running. So until then, here’s what I’ve got going on (This is also to answer those asks about my WIPS) 

  1. The new Dean series! I’m super duper excited about this one, you have no idea! I have 12 parts planned so far, but it’s definitely going to be more than that. I will tell you that it’s an AU. Mechanic! Dean. Lot’s of familiar characters. It revolves around the summer time. There will be a post revealing all soon!
  2. A Sam x Reader series…A Titanic AU. Remember my Proposal AU… That will give you some sort of hint on how I will be writing this one. I’m realllllllly excited for this one. 
  3. I have maybe 6 Dean one shots planned. A Jealous!Dean is definitely one of them. ;)
  4. Potentially a short Demon!Dean Series?
  5. More Preferences! Pssst: You can totally request one here
  6. More Drabbles!
  7. More Perfect

But for now, me and my very exhausted body are going to watch some old SPN episodes. Take care y’all. AKF!

Ps: If any of the above interests you and you’re thinking, “Oh my god! Jen please tag me” 

you can add yourself to the lists here!

Originally posted by darklingerson

anonymous asked:

Colin is always overly excited on twitter and uses lots of exclamation points and interjections but this time nothing. It bothers me that he seems to prefer to publicly treat his friend in a not very nice way just because he's afraid some people will take it the wrong way. Shouldn't he keep treating Jen the same way he has always treated her despite what the crazy fans think/interpret? That's what she does with him and I'm certain she feels uncomfortable with some ppl blurring the lines too.

Oh my … seriously?

Yes, Jen is clearly so mad about it that she retweeted his birthday wish just so everyone can see what an awful friend he is.

I’m sorry that Colin didn’t use exclamation points to properly convey his public birthday wish to his friend.

And let me tell you .. he does treat Jen the same way … you know how I know? Because a couple weeks ago I sat in a room and was about 20 feet away from them and I got to see them interact and laugh and share stories. They care about each other AS FRIENDS.

All that shit that people post about him on Twitter … he sees that, you know? And his wife sees it, too. And his friend Jen sees it. I cannot even imagine what kind of person sends a message to their “favorite” the way people have replied to Colin today.

Seriously … “fans” of his need to know some boundaries…. and learn some manners

I’m not even going to be nice about this … it’s ridiculous and it’s embarrassing and it is definitely unacceptable.

If you’re disappointed in what he tweeted then too bad … move the hell on.

  • Someone: You've watched Friends?
  • In my head: Watched?? WatCHED??? I've seen every episode of that show ten thousand nine hundred and forty two times. Not only have I watched Friends, I am Friends. Friends defines me. I could recite every episode to you five thousand times and I know the length of Chandler's left eyebrow better than you know your own name. Give me an episode and I'll tell you the exact air date and the season and the director, GO ON I DARE YOU. UNLESS YOU'RE TOO SCARED THAT I KNOW FRIENDS BETTER THAN YOU AND YOU'RE AFRAID OF ME BECAUSE YOU CAN TELL THAT I'VE MEMORISED THE SPEED AT WHICH THE APARTMENT DOOR OPENS IN SEASON SEVEN EPISODE EIGHTEEN.
  • Me: Yeah I've seen a few episodes. It's good.

talk shit get hit

So, friends, in the wake of E3 especially, there’s just a little thing I want the gaming community to try to remember.

See, in gamemaking, there’s this thing called the “Target Market.” This is actually a thing in most consumer areas I’m sure. It basically means, the people making this product -in this case game- are targeting it towards a demographic they believe or is proven to enjoy the game, and will get the company a profit. This can be anyone and may not always include you.

You are not always part of the user base a game is targeted towards. I am not always the user base a game is targeted towards.

So before you get mad that a company or game is not pandering to you directly. Or start on the “Why was this announced at E3? No one cares” rants. Remember that many people like that game. Enough people like that game that marketing thought it was a good idea to showcase it. That the producers thought it was a good idea to make at all. Companies don’t do things on whims. They do it because it will get them attention or money.

Minecraft was shown at E3 because a large amount of people DO get excited over Minecraft news. VR Skyrim was announced because a lot of people DO get excited over VR news. A lot of indie games (”Not really REAL games” I’ve heard) were announced because there IS a large market for indie games.

As the game industry gets more diverse in it’s content and tastes, there will be more and more games that meet different niches, and it may feel like there are less meeting any one demographic. This is okay, this means more people are getting games they enjoy each year. If you feel like your needs for games were not met, maybe look into some that got you interested if not excited. Try branching out. And hey, like people have been saying, maybe it’s a year for your wallet to rest.

So, before you get upset that something isn’t what you want, or say that it’s bad, consider. You may just not be the target market.

criss-croissant  asked:

oh my god oh my god Jen I freaked out when I read your post!!! I legit started to tear up I was so shocked. I know I haven't known you for a super long time like some of the other people here, but please please please know that you are so strong and so amazing and honestly inspire me so so much. You are so beautiful and strong and I know that whatever happens you'll be able to get through it. If you ever need to talk or vent about anything, please come and tell me or someone okay!! ILY!!!!



this was so sweet and it means a lot!!! <3


Originally posted by ultranicolet

Mack is probably about equal age with Zavala. Born before the Walls, at the tail end of the Iron Lords era. All the more reason for the Vanguard to have little to no hold on him whatsoever.

Once perhaps they may have bickered like siblings. “You can’t boss me around! We’re the same age!”