plus his face here is just

The Hades and Persephone AU no one asked for! 

Iron Flowers

The wards in the Underworld are starting to weaken and Alec has to find the reborn Persephone before it’s too late and Valentine gets out.
But when at-first-glance-mortal Magnus turns out to be the personification of spring itself who doesn’t know his true powers it gets a little more complicated than just restoring the wards in a flash.

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anonymous asked:

do you have favourite klance moments?? I wanna make an edit but I need scenes of them interacting ahahh

So this ask is 2 weeks old ಠ_ಠ …….sorry about that, but here is my detailed answer that I hope makes up for the delay :D 

Ranked in reverse order, here are my top 10 klance moments from both seasons (plus bonuses). It’s long, so, under the cut.

10. Pool Klance

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Some of my fav pics of Haechan

Author’s Note: This pic set includes:

Cute Haechan, Candid Haechan, Rude Haechan, Boyfriend Haechan and Pre-debut Haechan! (plus, captions expressed by yours truly)

// Putting this under a “keep reading” bcuz its hella long srz no I’m not lmao //

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loveactually-rps  asked:

Hi, for the prompts, can you please write - "54. He thinks he’s a mind reader.". Thank you!

I did a thing, kind of mostly a crack!fic. I’m sorry for the wait hun, life got crazy. Here’s #54: “He thinks he a mind reader.” 

“You need to relax Der-Bear.”

Derek glared at his older sister, debating if smacking the cotton candy out of her hand was worth the backlash. It wasn’t.

“I am relaxed,” Derek said, barely weaving around another person in the crowd.

“Are you kidding me? Your shoulders are up to your ears and I can hear you gritting your bunny teeth,” Laura sighed, plopping another glob of cotton candy in her mouth, “this is supposed to be relaxing. Fun.”

“Yes, my idea of fun is walking around a circus slash amusement park all day,” he huffed.

His sister rolled her eyes, looking forward to watch where she was going. Derek didn’t like this at all. The crowd, the sounds, the smells…oh God the smell was terrible. For a werewolf this was sensory overload and he had no idea how Laura was handling herself this well. About four kids have already rushed ahead of him and stepped on his toes in the process, this dumb group of teens shoved them and cut them in line for a ride Laura insisted on riding, and it’s been well over six hours.

Laura is lucky he loves her or else he would’ve left the moment they pulled up here.

“Hey! We should try it,” Laura said suddenly, pointing to a tented booth.

Derek followed her gaze to the blue and orange striped tent –what a horrible color combination– with a bright neon sign flashing “The Good, The Bad, and The Psychic”. He couldn’t help the unamused growl that left his throat, eyes hurting by how hard he rolled them.

“A mind reader? Really Laura?” He asked.

She glared at him, “come on Derek. Live a little, plus it’s going to be bullshit anyways, just for fun.”

He opened his mouth to protest but her face was pleading at this point…and dammit he was so weak with her, “fine. Fine…let’s go waste some money.”

His sister made a happy sound only to grab him by the arm and pull him over to the tent. Inside smelled faintly of incense and greasy fries. It was hollow; one person left as they entered. Other than that it was just a woman behind a desk. She was suspended in one of those aerial performer cloths, red hair falling down in soft waves, her eyes focused in a book.

“Uh–is this–?”

The redhead looked up and shut her book, a manicured eyebrow arched a bit as she looked over them. Derek felt himself shrink into his jacket a little bit under her gaze.

“Twenty bucks per person,” she finally said, swaying a bit in the cloth swing.

Laura huffed but pulled out her wallet, “that’s a little steep.”

“You’re paying for the real deal sweetheart.”

“Uh-huh, sure, I’m just here for entertainment not for my life to flash before my eyes,” Laura said.

Derek cleared his throat and pointed to a small beaded curtain entrance, the redhead nodded and bitterly resumed her book. He motioned for Laura to follow him which she gratefully did instead of picking a fight with the desk lady. Within the room…well it was just a bunch of pillows, rugs, and tapestries.

“This is so cliche. This guy…he thinks he’s a mind reader, he has a snippy desk lady, are you sure about this Laura?” Derek asked.

Before she could respond a person stepped in through another door, looking unimpressed.

“Mind reader? I’m offended because a psychic is totally different. I read energies and auras and use them to make inferences on people then give them advice,” the guy spoke.

Derek looked him over; he was in those bizarre drop crotch pants and a loose shirt. However his skin was pale and dotted with moles, his hair was wild on his head, but what Derek couldn’t get enough of where those weirdly bright honey colored eyes. Laura’s hand on his shoulders got him to blink out of whatever dazed state he was in.

She smirked at him and he flipped her off.

“Forty bucks, do your psychic thing,” Derek snapped and sat on the carpeting and pillows.

The guy sat across from him looked at them both for two minutes, teeth gnawing on his plush pink—his lips. After a moment he sat up straight and held up his hand, “well call me Stiles. I have a feeling that this isn’t the last time we’re going to see each other.”

Derek rolled his eyes and Laura shrugged at shook his hand.

Stiles smiled, “now…let’s start with you Missy, I’m sensing you’re caught between…a few…no wait three guys and I think I can help–”

“Oh my God, Laura…three?” Derek gasped.

He’s never seen his sister look so red and regret forty bucks so much.

“–please. Her guy problem isn’t as bad as yours.”

It was Laura’s turn to gasp, “wait since when are you into guys?!”

“Since he saw me,” Stiles supplied with grin on his face.

This has been the best forty bucks Laura has ever spent he decides.


The Next Picasso || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by alectightwood

word count : 905

pairing : jughead x reader

warnings : reader being bullied on, cursing.

summary : Reggie and his goons all gang up on you, taking you sketchbook and make fun of you but Jughead steps in to stop them.


     You always tried to live your life one day at a time, and making as little noise as possibly. You weren’t one to be in the lime light and having any attention on yourself was very stressful. You mother always said you were too backwards for your own good. You would only laugh and sneak off to your room where you’d spend the next few hours drawing or whatever art medium you were messing with that day. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you do Jughead climbing into Betty's window after 1x07 all distraught and crawling into bed with her?

Here you go, hope you like it! Not gonna lie I may or may not have teared up while writing this one lol. 

Jughead stood at the top of the ladder that led up to Betty’s bedroom, carefully sliding open the window that she had decided to leave unlocked the past few weeks in case he ever wanted to stop by. Without making a sound, Jughead climbed through the window and made his way across the room to find a motionless Betty tucked into her bed, her back facing him and shielding her face from his view.

“Juggie, what are you doing here?” Betty turned over in her bed to face him, sitting up in alarm at the forlorn look on his face. “Is everything okay?”

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologized, tiptoeing across the room to take a seat next to her on the bed. “I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t asleep,” Betty admitted, lowering her head back onto the pillow as she watched Jughead toss his jacket onto the chair next to him before turning back to look at her. “Too much to think about, you know?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, his voice thick with sadness as he leaned back onto the bed. “I do.”

“Jug, something’s wrong, I can tell,” Betty prompted, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his chest. “You can talk to me.”

“It’s just all this stuff with my dad,” he explained, his eyes locked on the ceiling as he tried to find the words to explain what he was feeling. “I wanted so badly to believe him today, when he said he was going to get his life together. I wanted to believe that he was better. But things are always going to be like this. I’m always going to be alone.”

“You are not alone, okay?” Betty assured him, propping herself up on one elbow and scooting closer to him on the bed.“I know that’s not what you meant, but Juggie, you have Archie and Mr. Andrews, you have your friends at school, and even if they’re not with you right now, you still have your mother and sister.”

Jughead turned his head slightly on the pillow so that he was face to face with Betty, her eyes full of concern as she took his hand in hers.

“And no matter what, you will always have me,” she promised him. “I am always going to be here for you.”

“I know that,” Jughead whispered, his brows drawing together as he fought back the tears that he knew were imminent and refused to let them pop up at the corners of his eyes. “And I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you, but-”

“But what?”

“Am I not enough for him?” Jughead’s voice broke as he finally let the tears begin to fall. “Am I not enough of a reason to just try a little harder and be the father I need him to be? It just makes me think that - that I’m not worth anything.”

“Hey, look at me,” Betty sat up in the bed quickly and lifted herself onto the pillows to take Jughead’s face in her hands. “That is not true. You are important, Jughead, and your life is worth everything to the people who care about you. And even though he struggles to show it sometimes, your father is one of those people. He loves you, and he wants to make things right, I can feel it.”

“I just wish he’d show it, you know?” Jughead’s voice wavered, his bottom lip quivering as he let Betty gently stoke his hair away from his face. “Prove to me that he cares about what happens to me.”

“He will,” Betty assured him. “He will, Juggie. It just might take him some time.”

“Yeah,” Jughead breathed, lifting his head from Betty’s embrace and lowering it to rest on the cool pillow. “Do you mind if I just lie here for awhile? I haven’t been able to sleep much lately for obvious reasons. Plus, Archie snores so…”

“Really?” Betty’s jaw dropped, her smile causing the weight pressing on Jughead’s heart to lift ever so slightly. “I’m totally using that as blackmail if he ever catches me on a bad day.”

“Well if you do, you didn’t hear it from me,” Jughead said, his eyes lighting up and his lips twitching up into the faintest smile.  

“And you can stay as long as you’d like by the way,” Betty offered, turning on her side so that she was face to face with Jughead on the pillow. “I like being here with you, like this. It makes everything feel lighter somehow, like the world isn’t so scary if we’re together. I know that probably doesn’t make any sense, but-”

“It makes perfect sense,” Jughead said quickly, his gaze locking in on hers and never wavering. “Whenever I’m feeling like this, being with you is the only thing that makes me feel normal. It’s the only thing that makes me feel safe. And it’s the only place I want to be.”

“Ditto,” Betty whispered, lacing her fingers through his and resting their hands comfortably between them on the bed.

They lay in silence for what seemed like hours, listening to the steady rhythm of the other’s breathing and reaching an inner stillness that neither of them knew they needed. Soon, Jughead’s eyelids began to droop and his fingers loosened in Betty’s hand.

“Goodnight, Juggie,” Betty breathed, her words barely escaping her lips as she lifted her head to lightly kiss the top of Jughead’s forehead.

For the first time in weeks, both Betty and Jughead felt at peace enough to drift into a dreamless sleep, leaving their problems to be worried about another day. Everything was okay - everything was better - when they were by each other’s side. If only for a moment.

were-what-killed-the-dinosaurs  asked:

that driving/walking to school when its freezing prompt w evan/connor! evan's the driver and connor is super stubborn and refuses to get in the car but evan finally bribes him to. when connor gets in, evan starts driving and he's literally the slowest, most careful driver ever and connors like jfc dude stop driving 25 in a 30. at least fucking go 40! (bc connor drives like double the speed limit at all times). feel free to pick and choose what you want from this idea!

Full prompt: “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you” AU

Hmmm should we call this fic “the time that evan drives just like em”? Nah haha

Thank you so much for this prompt!! im assuming that you read the tags on the prompt au, which makes me really happy cause wow!!! someone actually read that stuff!!! thank you!!! i hope you enjoy!! And!! Im posting another version of this with connor driving and you can read it here !!

And i changed the prompt slightly, they are going home from school :)))))))))))

(side note i have a thing for connor cursing all of the time like every thought has a curse in it and im so sorry for this)


It was fucking cold. Connor pulled his hoodie around himself tighter. It wasn’t providing much warmth. Walking the two miles home from school was usually a treacherous walk, but in the dead of winter it felt nearly impossible. It wasn’t snowing at the moment, but there was still grey slush that was currently seeping into Connor’s shoes. Fuck. It was cold. Connor could practically imagine Zoe driving in her car, warm and having fun. Fuck her. No, not really, but Connor would hold this grudge for hopefully the rest of his life.

Zoe deemed it more necessary to drive her girlfriend around and make out with her in some parking lot than to drive her own brother home. In the snow. Family was real important in the Murphy family.

A car that was way too close to the curb drove by, making even more slush spray all over Connor. How fucking perfect.

In short, this has not been a good day.

A car honked next to him, startling Connor out of his thoughts. A old Mazda sedan, the ugliest shade of green he had ever seen was pulling over. Connor gripped the sleeves of his hoodie tighter. Is this some rapist coming to kill me? Is this it?

The window rolled down, revealing the driver. Connor let out a sigh of relief- he wasn’t going to get raped and killed. It was Evan Hansen.

Evan leaned across his seat.

“You need a ride?” That was a dumb question. Here Connor was, soaked with slush, and freezing his ass off, and Evan comes and asks him if he needs a ride?

“Hell no.” Evan frowned, obviously not expecting that answer. Connor almost laughed at the comical look on Evan’s face.

“Why not? You look miserable out there.” Evan finally said, his voice sounding uncertain.

“That is very true, my friend.” Connor was angry at the world, and he was taking it out on Evan. The boy didn’t seem to have realized this yet.

“So-” Evan made the word much longer than it needed to be. “Why don’t you just get into the car? It’s much warmer in here.”

“Cause I don’t want too. Plus, you probably have crap music in there.” Connor did in fact want to get into the car, but he was stubborn. Part of him wanted Evan to force him into the car, because then Evan would have to get out of the car, and Evan had a cute butt.

So what? Connor thought that Evan was cute. Really cute.

Evan squinted his eyes at the taller boy, and it was then that Connor realized that he was inching closer and closer to the car, and he was standing right outside of the door at this point.

“What type of music do you like?” Connor had lost track of the conversation when he was thinking about Evan’s butt.

“What?” He responded stupidly.

“What type of music do you like? I might have some CD or something in here.” Evan leaned across the center console and opened up the compartment in front of the passenger seat. Connor wasn’t that surprised when nothing fell out- everything about the car was neat and tidy. Evan pulled out a CD carrier and held it out. “If you see something you like in there, get in the car.” Connor thought about it for a few moments. Evan’s arm shook from holding the heavy case with one hand. After a few painful seconds, Connor took the case.

Connor flipped through it, surprised by what he found. Alanis Morissette, Weezer, Nirvana, pretty much a bunch of 90s rock music. Exactly what he didn’t expect from Evan. Connor located one of his favorite Green Day albums and got in the car.  Evan smiled at Connor while Connor put his seatbelt on, and grabbed the CD carrier back.

“Who did you choose?”

“Green Day. Dookie.”

Evan silently put in the CD and started the car up again. They sat in silence while Evan pulled out of the side of the road. It took approximately ten seconds for Connor to get annoyed again.

“You drive like a old man.” He commented. Evan quickly looked at Connor, but then back at the road.

“What do you mean?”

“Evan, the speed limit is 30. You are going 15. Please, for the love of god, go faster.” Connor said, starting to bop his head to the music.

“How fast would you go in a situation like this?”

“Probably 45.” Connor responded confidently, enjoying the look of shock on Evan’s face.

“That is triple what I am going!” Evan cried out, slowing down even more. Thank god no one was behind them.

“You are right, my grandfather drives faster than you.” Evan glared at him.

“I am giving you a ride, but I am not afraid to shove you to the curve again.”

“That wouldn’t be necessary, Evan.” Connor said, grinning. “This is my house.” Evan stopped suddenly, jerking the car. Connor unbuckled his seat belt, leaned across the center console, and gave Evan a kiss on the cheek. “See you tomorrow at the end of school! Keep the CD in there!”

Connor jumped out of the car, laughing to himself as he saw Evan blush and fluster. As he walked towards his house, he heard Evan start to drive away at what seemed to be the slowest speed possible. Connor turned around and waved one last time before going into his house.

Drive Me Crazy

Bellamy X Reader

Request? Yes:
(Idk if I sent this in or not lol) could you do a Bellamy X read could be an AU where they were FWB Briefly(but had secret feelings they didn’t share to w/ other) on the ark. when both are on earth he’s a huge player and doesn’t know Y/N is there until he sees her talking to Murphy, causing him to become a lot tougher(over the top mean bc he’s jealous) and it gets too much she runs away causing him to go mad, sending out a search party.(long one plz, your writing is great)

Author’s note: This is extremely long, so please be prepared. It’s not just a smut like most of the other things I write.

Italics=Ground flashback

Bold italics=Ark flashback

You scramble over broken twigs and mossy rocks, nearly tripping over your own feet. A brief glance behind you sends a fresh wave of terror coursing through your veins. The cloud of acid fog moves closer, reaching out in finger-like tendrils that claw over the ground. You turn your head forward again and your legs carry you faster. It won’t get you. You won’t just be another name crossed off the list of delinquents.

You feel like you’ve been running miles. The grounder horn you heard must have been blown an hour ago, at least. Every time you get the nerve to turn, sure that you’ve distanced yourself from the approaching mist, it seems to have gained on you. You’re desperate now, eyes scanning the woods for any place that might just shelter you from the worst of it.

Air whooshes from your lungs as you slam into something solid when your attention is turned. You grip the tree trunk for support as you try to force oxygen back into your bloodstream, but you continue wheezing. Maybe this is it. That’s what the chancellor sent you down here for after all, isn’t it? To die? Your will to keep going dissipates with every painful breath. You’re all but resigned to take what you’re given. This has to be less painful than seeing his face again anyway.

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“Just for you dollface”

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: War period (WWII), war injuries, fear of loved ones dying.

Word Count: 1,144

Author’s Note: I’m weirdly obsessed with Soldier!Bucky x Nurse!Reader, so I wrote a thing for it. Also, I have no idea what it’s like to be in the war (obviously) so if anything seems incorrect then I’m sorry and I hope I didn’t offend anyone. This is obviously set in the 40′s by the way.

Y/N =Your (first) name  Y/L/N = Your last name

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

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anonymous asked:

How would the boys plus Jaehee react to MC being the kind of person who refuses to wear pants at home?



  • “It’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before!!”
  • You stood in front of your bright red boyfriend, pantless and proud
  • “I-I know, but…”
  • He trailed off, his eyes still focused on your bare legs
  • You tapped your foot, waiting for his response
  • “My eyes are up here,” you sighed
  • His head shot up, his face even more red than it was before if that’s even possible??
  • “S-Sorry… I just… you’re just…”
  • “Yoosung,” you crossed your arms, “if I’m not embarrassed, you shouldn’t be either.”
  • “But… YOU’RE HALF NAKED!!!”
  • You smirked
  • “Well, I guess you’re right-”
  • You took a couple steps forward until you stood right in front of him
  • “-so let’s make us even.”
  • In one quick motion, you pulled his shirt up
  • As if on autopilot, Yoosung raised his arms to allow you to take it completely off
  • You smiled and ran one hand down his bare chest
  • “Better?”
  • He nodded, shocked into silence
  • You planted a kiss on his lips and turned around
  • Yoosung stared at you as you walked away
  • He let out a breath and ran his hands through his hair
  • “You coming?” you called out behind you
  • “O-Of course!!”
  • He basically sprinted to catch up with you


  • you were curled up on the couch trying to catch up on your favorite show when he came home from work
  • “Zen, welcome back!!”`
  • He set his bag down and gave you his an award winning smile
  • “You too comfy to come and give me a hug?”
  • “Of course not!!”
  • You stood up, letting the blanket fall off your lap
  • Zen’s eyes widened
  • “W-Where-I mean, your-you don’t-“
  • You crossed your arms, “Just spit it out!”
  • “WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?!?!” He gestured to your lower half
  • You shrugged, “I hate wearing pants around the house.”
  • He stare at you as if you just committed some sort of felony
  • “You hate pants?”
  • “…I’m pretty sure that’s what I said.”
  • He sighed dramatically and shook his head back and forth
  • “MC,” he held both his arms behind his back and began pacing, “let me tell you a little bit about pants.”
  • Oh god…
  • “Pants are a form of self-expression. Say that one day -and by one day, I mean everyday- I’m feeling good about myself. How would I express that? By wearing tight pants, of course! Or when I feel a little risqué? Pants with holes in them. Bad ass? Leather pants. It’s so simple! That’s what makes it art.”
  • “Did you just say… pants are art?”
  • “I’m pretty sure that’s what I said,” he smirked, mimicking your earlier remark
  • “Interesting,” you walked toward him, smiling innocently
  • Zen took a step back
  • “W-What are you doing?”
  • “Oh, nothing-” you quickened your pace
  • You stood in front of him and gave him a peck on the lips
  • “-just this.”
  • You grabbed the loops of his belt and pulled down
  • He stumbled backwards, covering his mouth
  • His once pale completion was BRIGHT RED it was actually the reddest it had ever been
  • Zen reached down and fumbled around, trying to pull up his pants
  • Your face was twisted into a cheeky grin
  • “Now that,” you looked down, “is what I call art.”
  • After that Zen had a nosebleed that lasted for DAYS


  • “Isn’t it the same as wearing a skirt?”
  • You shook your head at your naïve girlfriend
  • “Oh nonono, it’s much more,” you dramatically looked off into the distant, “…free.”
  • Jaehee rolled her eyes and began unbuttoning her own skirt
  • You watched as the fabric hit the floor
  • You looked back up at and waited for her to say something
  • “…Jaehee?”
  • Her eyes sparkled and her lips formed into a goofy grin
  • “I…I am a changed woman.”
  • She closed her eyes, spread her arms out wide, and took a big breath in
  • This was probably the first time she’s let loose IN HER LIFE
  • “I’m glad I converted you to team no pa-”
  • You were interrupted by the sound of your front doorknob turning
  • “You two should really lock your front door!”
  • Jumin walked into the room with a stack of papers, kicking the door shut behind him
  • “Jaehee, you left these at…”
  • He trailed off when he saw Jaehee’s skirt on the floor
  • almost IMMEDIATELY, his face turned bright red 
  • The three stood, petrified, Jumin staring at Jaehee’s legs, Jaehee covering her burning face, and MC gaping at Jumin
  • After a couple of seconds, each of them opened their mouths
  • “I think I should go-”
  • “I’m never leaving the house again-”
  • “Betrayed by the pants-”
  • They looked around, all of them making eye contact
  • Jumin cleared his throat
  • “I, uh… bye.”
  • He turned around and opened the door basically sprinting out of it
  • Jaehee stood in the middle of her living room mortified
  • “I am never doing that again.”


  • He’s just really confused by the “no pants” concept
  • “Are you too poor for pants?”
  • “No.”
  • “Did you run out of clean ones?”
  • “No.”
  • “Do you want to have sex?”
  • “…Not right now.”
  • “Then why are you standing in the middle of my living room without pants?”
  • You sighed and flopped down on the couch
  • “Because it’s comfy!!! You should try it.”
  • He gave you a strange look and walked back into the bedroom
  • When he came out, he was wearing a casual shirt and his favorite set of cat boxers
  • “This is… interesting.”
  • He sat down next to you and put his arm around your shoulder
  • “I guess I can see the appeal, it’s much less restricting.”
  • “Exactly!”
  • “…You know what would make this even better?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • “If my lovely wife would go and pour me a glass of wine, so I can truly relax.”
  • You glared at him before standing up
  • “Fine.” 
  • he better hope you don’t spit in his glass… again


  • Well then you’ll fit right in his favorite saying is “Home is where the pants aren’t!” 
  • 9 out of 10 video chat meetings, he doesn’t wear pants
  • “But, Seven, that’s yourboss!!!”
  • “I know, but I won’t be able to concentrate with those… leg prisons on!!”
  • He huffed and turned around, walking into his computer room
  • Giving his shirt a quick dust, he plopped down in front of the monitor
  • He turned the camera on and smiled
  • “How you doing today, boss man?”
  • You shook your head as you watched your pantless husband carry on a conversation with his superior
  • “…And I wanted to congratulate you on this myself, Agent 707.”
  • “Congratulate me on what?”
  • “You got the promotion.”
  • Seven shot up out of his seat and waved his arms in the air
  • His smile soon turned into a frown when he saw his bosses face
  • “What’s wrong?”
  • His boss sighed
  • “Where are your pants?”
  • Seven’s eyes widened and he tried to sit down
  • He reached his arm up and felt around for the mouse
  • “I-I’m gonna have to let you go, I’m having some technical difficulties.”
  • “…Interesting word choice for one of the nation’s best hackers… Goodbye, Agent 707.”
  • As soon as the monitor clicked off, you burst out laughing
  • “Long…enough… no pants… told you so,” you said between laugh
  • The only thing that made the situation funnier is that he was wearing his “property of MC” boxers
Chuck and Amara - the ultimate Destiel expositions

Ok so I can’t help but think of Austin Powers and Basil Exposition while writing this whole post cos thats where I learned the term as a 10 year old….

Originally posted by austinpowersquotes


After writing quite a few pieces on Mary as a catalyst for the emotional growth of Sam and Dean I thought about Amara which in turn made me think about Chuck and then came an absolute lightbulb moment (for me). Chuck has already been shown as the narrator and expositional over-voice in Swan Song and alongside this and how I view nearly all Amara’s dialogue in season 11 my brain went to….

Chuck has always been important to Cas’s story obviously and it’s clear that Mary is important to Dean (and Sam’s) story. Going back I’ve noticed so many exposition moments for the bond between Dean and Cas and I realised when noting them down that Chuck often exposes Cas’s side of the story and Amara Dean’s. By exposition moments I mean something that’s not between the two of them but a parallel or an interaction with a different character that exposes their feelings towards the other. This is key on screen because you can’t know what’s going on inside a character’s mind like you can in a book, this has to come another way so you get expositions or self-aware moments like Dean’s praying/longing scene or interactions with other characters like Metatron’s multiple scenes with Cas.

With hindsight I feel like Chuck is a character exposition of Cas’s feelings for Dean and Amara a character exposition of Dean’s feelings for Cas. 

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Middle of the Night

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie/Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 792

It was well after midnight when you heard your front door being assaulted by a barrage of knocks. You jumped out of bed, your first thought going to your parents who were out of town visiting a sick relative and the possibility that something had happened to them. when you reached the front door you hesitated for a second and grabbed the metal baseball bat from it’s place next to the coat hanger. You nervously looked through the peep hole then sighed in relief and raised your eyebrows in confusion at the sight of shirtless Archie Andrews.

You set the bat back in it’s place before opening the door. Archie barged through.

“Hello to you too.” You muttered as you closed the door. 

You heard him go into the kitchen and followed, turning on the light as you weren’t as comfortable standing in the dark as Archie was it seemed. You raised an eyebrow as you took him in fully, he was glistening-deliciously-with sweat and was slightly panting as he leaned against the counter. And he was looking at you rather intensely.

“Did you run here?” You leaned next to him.

“Yeah.” He panted, his gaze never wavering from you it was getting unnerving.

“Are…you okay?” You asked him slowly.

“Yeah.” He repeated.

You nodded before hitting him on the shoulder. The look on his face went from intense to bewildered which definitely made you feel better.

“What was that for?!” He asked.

“Seriously? It’s the middle of the night! You’re lucky it’s just me right now.” You yelled. “Plus you scared the shit out of me because I thought you were the police telling me something happened to my parents because usually only bad news follow a pounding on the front door in the middle of the night! And there’s nothing wrong with you that I can see so why the hell are you here?”

You really didn’t mean to yell. You also knew that Archie wouldn’t be there for no reason but it was the middle of the night and you were not pleasant when you were tired.

“Is there something going between you and Reggie?” He asked, almost snapping.

For a moment it was as if Archie had suddenly grown three extra heads. You and Reggie? Reggie was cute but he was also far too much of an asshole. And a bit of an idiot.

“Why do you care?” You asked. You were just going to say no but the way he asked was completely out of character.  

You and Archie had a very interesting friendship. You two flirted, even made out a few times but there had never been any conversation about possibly exclusively getting together and you never talked about potential lovers because why would you? You would be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for Archie but you were fine with the way things were. However, you had backed off when he told you about him and miss Grundy because that was too much weirdness for you (which you told him).

“You’re seriously asking me that?” He asked in disbelief. You threw your hands out exasperated.

“You came to my house in the middle of the night to ask about Reggie and me? Yeah, I’m gonna ask you why. This could have waited until tomorrow.” You said.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just-” Archie ran a hand through his hair. “Reggie has been talking about you. Nothing bad. And saw you two earlier today flirting. I don’t want you to get hurt. Reggie is a player. You deserve more than that.”

“You’re a sweet guy Arch.” You sighed. “But despite of whatever signs you were seeing or whatever Reggie is saying, there is nothing happening between us.”

Archie relaxed slightly, leaning once more against the counter next to you. You two stood there in comfortable silence for a few moments. Your exhaustion slowly crashed around you. You looked at your gorgeous ginger friend for a second. He was more relaxed. Not as glistening with sweat. You thought you could see some goose bumps starting to pop up on his skin. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Arch. Why did you come here so late?”

He looked at you. That intense look he had before appeared again. This time you weren’t uncomfortable being the focus.

“I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Reggie.” His voice had dropped low so you had to lean in to hear that last sentence.

“Do you feel better now that you got your answer?” You asked him.

For a moment, he just looked at you and you didn’t say anything else. Neither of you really realized that the gap between you two was getting smaller until you felt his breath on your lips when he spoke next.


Auston Matthews #3 - It Takes Two

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique

A/N- Hey everybody! sorry for the mini hiatus: i was competing at a regatta this weekend so I didn’t have any wifi but I’m back! This also means that I spent a really long time on a bus so I got some good writing done. I want to post two more today but we will see how my homework goes… Kisses!

for the anon request: Can you do an imagine with Auston where you have a pregnancy scare but when you find out you’re really not pregnant Auston starts to talk about your future together? I love your writing btw💗

(love you boo!)


“God damn it” you muttered to yourself. Never in your life did you think that you would resent going to the bathroom and not seeing that you had started your period. Every other girl in the world dreads the moment when they go the bathroom and see that their time of the month has come but currently you were three weeks late for yours and starting to panic a little bit. 

You had been dating Auston Matthews for just over a year, which isn’t an insignificant amount of time, but having a kid together at this stage, hell no. You hadn’t even talked about kids yet, and you had just made plans to move in together at the end of this month when the lease on your current place is up. Not to mention that Auston is a young professional athlete who definitely wants to enjoy his youth instead of have to all of the sudden be responsible for a child. You splashed your face to try and pull yourself together and had to stifle a laugh at the thought that Auston and Nikita Zaitsev could form their very own “kids with kids” club on the Leafs. 

Okay no, you thought to yourself, it’s time to be an adult and just go buy a pregnancy test and deal with the result. You sighed once more and stepped out of the bathroom to be confronted by the one-and-only with his nose in your fridge, obviously raiding it for something to eat. 

“Aus, what are doing here? You really need to learn how to go grocery shopping like an adult.” you rolled your eyes. 

He looked back at you with a sheepish smile on his face, “But its so much easier to just come over here. Plus, it gives me an excuse to see my beautiful girl.” he walked towards you and wrapped you up in his arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

You bit your lip and worried it between your teeth, debating about whether or not you should tell Aus about your concern or don’t bother him with it until you know the results. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked with a quizzical look on his face.

“Oh, nothing. Just, I don’t know.. nothing you need to worry about.” God, you were such a bad liar. 

He simply raised his eyebrow at you suspiciously, but decided not to press you any further on that subject. “Do you want to go out for lunch? Maybe to that burger place you love around the corner?”

You sighed, “Sorry Aus, I’d love to but I have to run a really important errand.” At least that was half-true. But the real motivation was the fact that not even your favourite meal in the world could appease the sick feeling of dread you had in your stomach right now. 

Your refusal must have really clued Auston in that something must not be right because he asked you with concern laced all over his features, “Are you sure you are okay? You never say no to burgers.”

“Yeah I’m fine I just really have to get some stuff done.” you said and went to grab your keys, “Come on, I’ll drop you off at Mitch’s and I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” you said as you pushed him out of your apartment with you. 

“(Y/N), you are making me really worried. Why are you trying to get rid of me? You aren’t cheating on me are you?” he asked desperately as if he just realized that could happen. 

“What?  No! Auston, no I am not cheating on you. I just have to go to the store to get some important stuff that I can’t tell you about right now but I promise I will later.” 

Auston still didn’t seem convinced but he walked with you down to your car but didn’t get in. “I’m just going to go back to my place then.” he explained when you looked at him expectantly. You watched as he walked away from your car, shoulders hunched, face turned towards the ground with an expression of half-confusion, half-hurt on his face and you wanted to punch yourself for making him feel this way instead of just being honest with him. Whatever, you thought, let’s just get this over with. 


You are not a very religious person, but in this moment, you found yourself praying to any and all higher powers out there to make you not pregnant. You had bought three different brands of pregnancy tests and used all of them before setting a timer and waiting for the results. To take your mind off of it, you started to get dinner ready but you couldn’t focus on anything except for the anxiety and anticipation building in your stomach. After what felt like an eternity, the alarm on your phone went off and you sprinted into the bathroom. You checked the first one and your shoulders loosened when you saw the negative sign. Though, you could hear the warning voice of your high school health teacher in the back of your head saying “there is no such thing as a false positive but there can be a false negative” so you quickly checked the rest of the tests. When they all came back negative you almost jumped for joy. You put them in the garbage and went back to making dinner, now that the stress relieved, your appetite had grown exponentially and you hadn’t eaten anything all day. As you were in the middle of frying up some pierogis that you had stashed away for when you needed a pick-me up meal your front door burst open. Auston ran through your door and visibly exhaled and relaxed when he saw you cooking in the kitchen. 

“Auston, again, what are you doing?” you asked, this time a smile coming to your face. 

“Why are you doing this to me (Y/N)? You blew me off this morning and you were clearly nervous and acting suspicious about something and instead of trusting me and opening up about it you just shoved me away to go stew by myself. All day I have been coming up with worst-case scenarios in my head and I think I deserve an answer.”

“Oh honey, no. It’s okay, everything is fine now. I’m sorry I pushed you away this morning.” you went to him and wrapped your arms tightly around his torso, and knowing that he couldn’t resist both you and cheesey pierogi goodness, you asked, “Stay with me for dinner?” 

He wrapped his arms around you slightly hesitantly but then relaxed into it and placed a kiss on the top of your head, “Yeah. I’ll stay.” 

“Good.” you smiled and grabbed his hand to lead him into your kitchen. You grabbed him a glass of water and placed a wooden spoon in his hand, “Here, you keep stirring the onions and bacon so that they caramelize. I’ll whip up a salad too but I need to run to the bathroom first.” you leaned up and kissed his cheek before going off to your bathroom. 

“Thank god, finally!” you sighed when you saw that finally, your period had come. Confirmed no pregnancy! You cleaned yourself up and practically skipped back into the kitchen. 


You and Auston had made up quickly, and several hours later you were curled up on the couch together watching movies. Auston was running his hands absent-mindedly up and down your back. The movie ended and Auston excused himself to the bathroom when you went to go re-fill the popcorn bowl. When he returned, he had a happy grin on his face and wrapped his arms around your back and nuzzled into your neck as you were fussing over the popcorn. 

“You know what?” he asked into your neck 

“What’s that?”

“I was thinking about what I want to name my kids. If it was a boy, Mateo, and if it was a girl, Emma.” he said thoughtfully

“Hmm. Those are cute but, Mateo Matthews sounds kind of weird,” you laughed, “I always wanted to name my boy Hunter and I completely agree on Emma. It’s a good reference to your mom.”

“And I would definitely put them on skates as soon as they could walk,” he said decisively 

That one made you laugh “What’s with you suddenly thinking of baby names and stuff? One of the guys on the team expecting?” 

“I don’t know, you tell me.” he all but giggled with glee into where his face was pressed into you, peppering soft kisses up and down your back.

You quickly spun around, “Hold on, what?”

He let go of you quickly, “I, um, saw the tests in the garbage in the bathroom.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him in confusion until realization hit you, “Oh! No! Honey, I’m not pregnant.” 

Auston’s smile didn’t exactly falter but he did your your hands in yours, “But… you had those tests?”

“Yes, sweetie, I took them before you came and they were negative. I took them because my period was three weeks late but I ended up getting it tonight.” 

“Oh…..” he visibly exhaled and pulled you into a hug. 

“That’s why I was so nervous this morning,” you explained, pressed into his chest, “I immediately went to worst-case scenario and I didn’t want to tell you because I wasn’t sure how you were going to react. I thought that you were going to leave me and blame me for ruining your life and that I was going to be a single mom who has a kid who’s father hates him. And at best I thought that you would stick around but start to resent me for ruining your life-.” 

“-Shhh… (Y/N) stop” Auston cut you off when you started edging towards hysterical, “No (Y/N) no. I love you so much I would never do any of that. Sure, I don’t think we should be trying for a baby right now because I can barely even take care of myself right now, much less another, tiny completely dependent human being but I would never walk out on you. The first day I met you I knew that you were it for me. You are the one I want to raise a family with.”

Yup, there go the tears. You sniffled a bit and squeezed Auston tightly and he swayed you back and forth for a bit

“Besides, the blaming thing is absurd because, last time I checked, it takes two to make a baby.” he said with a hint of a tease and suggestion in his voice. 

“That it does Aus, that it does.” you laughed into his shirt.


Next up: Sebastian Aho, Girl Problems part 2


Requested by fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13

You let out a loud groan and threw your sketch pad onto the floor of your room on the TARDIS. You just could not get what was in your head onto the paper correctly, and it was getting frustrating.

“Everything alright in here?” the Doctor asked, poking his head into the room.

“I’m just a bad artist,” you said with a pout. You really wanted to be good, but all the practice just seemed to not do anything to help.

The Doctor reached down and picked up your sketch pad. “This is really good. What’s frustrating you?” he asked, walking over to stand next to you so you could both look.

“Her face looks stupid, and I don’t know how to get it right. Plus the background seems off and I don’t know how to make it look proportional,” you replied.

“You know, I don’t see that when I look at this,” the Doctor stated. Though, when he looked at your face, he could tell you weren’t going to take his word for it. “You know what, I have somewhere for us to go.”

“What do you mean?” you asked the Doctor.

“Follow me, and bring your sketch book. We’re meeting a friend of mine,” the Doctor replied, handing your sketchbook back to you.

After the familiar sound of the TARDIS flying through time and space, you stepped out, seeing what looked like old Italy.

“He should be right around here,” the Doctor said, walking through the town. You followed after him, holding your sketchbook to your chest protectively. “Ah, here we go. Hello, Leonardo!”

The man looked up from his own art. “Doctor,” he greeted in return, standing to shake the Doctor’s hand.

“Leonardo as in da Vinci?” you whispered to the Doctor. He nodded in return.

“Leonardo, this is my companion, Y/N,” the Doctor introduced. “She’s an aspiring artist, and has been struggling with her art. I was hoping you’d have a few words of wisdom.”

“May I see your artwork?” Leonardo asked you. You handed your sketchpad over, somewhat reluctantly. You didn’t want a world famous artist judging your work. He looked at it for a moment. “You definitely have talent. You have an eye for anatomy and space that it took me several studies to achieve. What have you been struggling with?”

“Faces, mainly. And proportions looked strange to me,” you replied.

“It’s your art, of course proportions look strange,” Leonardo stated. “Everyone’s art looks strange after you’ve stared at it for hours on end. That’s the nature of art and being an artist. Trust me, if you take a break for a bit, even if it’s to start another drawing, you’ll have fresh eyes for the piece.” He showed you the sketch that he’d been working on. It wasn’t one you recognized. “What do you see with this drawing?”

“It’s great! It looks like…” you struggled to find the right words, since you couldn’t compare it to a photograph. “Like the person is trapped in the page.”

“You don’t think this arm looks skinnier than the other? Because I do, and the only reason I’m not fixing it is because I gave up to work on another part,” Leonardo replied.

“Not at all, I think it looks perfect,” you replied.

“Well, that’s what your art looks like to me,” he stated, handing your sketchpad back. “Keep drawing. You’re doing great.”

The Doctor bid farewell to Leonardo, and the two of you walked back to the TARDIS. “So, how do you feel now?” he asked you.

“Thank you,” you thanked the Doctor, kissing his cheek. “I needed that.”

Imagine:A few weeks after Stefan Salvatore moves back to Mystic falls his brother Damon turns up. And he only has eyes for you.
Song:Make you feel good-Fetty Wap

Lately you found that you had been cringing a lot.
Probably because you now had a stalker who went by the name of Damon Salvatore.

“What a surprise seeing you here"Damon leant in as he handed you a glass of wine.

"Damon this is my birthday party"you rolled your eyes and hesitated before taking the glass.

You held it up to your nose and sniffed it.
"What are you doing?"Damon looked at you confused.

"Checking to see if you put anything in it"you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Sugar, I’m not going to hurt you. How many times do I have to tell you that"Damon exclaimed.

"Well it doesn’t really matter, you can repeat yourself a million times. I still won’t believe you"you replied as you started to walk away.

You knew he was following you into the kitchen, you could feel his presence.

"You don’t even drink wine, you drink bourbon?”

“Wine’s your favorite"he smiled proudly.

"How…sweet"you rolled your eyes again.
You didn’t mind Damon’s company, in fact you loved his company. But you weren’t going to let him know that.

If Stefan hadn’t told you about Damon’s manipulative side then you would have said yes the moment Damon asked you on a date.
But you knew what he was really like everyone had filled you in on all the details, and you weren’t about to let him take advantage.

*3 hours later*
Red plastic cups littered your floor and your head was spinning. Too much alcohol.

Everyone had left you to clear up the mess.
You bent down to pick up a cup but you tripped and stumbled forwards, falling into someone’s arms.

"Hey, you okay?"Damon asked worriedly.

"You’re still here?"you mumbled quietly. Internally grateful.

"Yeah, I figured you’d need some help clearing up"Damon looked around your living room and shook his head.

"Damon what do you want from me?"you slurred.

"I don’t want anything y/n, I just want y-

"Well, Stefan said you usually have a motive, I don’t have anything for you, I have blood but you can’t have that I kind of need it"you wiped your eyes, mascara smudged all over your face.

Damon smiled at your appearance.
"Plus, Caroline’s prettier than me can’t you just take her blood it will taste better"you pouted.

You yawned and rested your head against Damon’s chest. He’d been holding you up the whole time.

"I don’t want Caroline and I certainly don’t want your blood, you’re different"Damon mumbled as he carried you to your bed.

Part 2?

Fairy tail Erza and Gajeel Theory

Alright, so I’ve been reading and watching Fairy Tail for a while, and I’ve noticed some things that really add up and are quiet possible to happen.

Part of my theory is that Gajeel is Acnologia’s son. I mean look at them here!

They look identical in hair style, face structure, and piercing eyes. Plus they are both large, muscular men. And most importantly……….BOTH HAVE NO EYEBROWS (ITS HAS TO BE A GENETIC THING!) One has piercings for eyebrows while the other has tattoos! hehe, and I think piercings and tattoos go together. And here:

They definitely share similar crazy looking laughs (back when Gajeel was evil) and sharp teeth, etc. PLUS, Remember when Gajeel used shadow mode/ black iron mode so easily in the anime/manga?! Oh, maybe cause his daddy is a dark magic wielding bad-ass (again genetics) haha.

Now some of you already know this BUT here is the other half of my theory…

(Spoiler alert)

It is now confirmed that Erza is Eileen’s daughter. And when you look at a side by side picture-

They are also nearly identical in face, hair, eyes, and form. Just like Gajeel and Acnologia’s comparison. Plus, I think Eileen’s scar on her stomach was some type of c-section when erza was possible still in the womb. 

(another spoiler) And Eileen says she was once called THE QUEEN OF DRAGONS!!!


So here is my whole theory. Were Eileen ‘THE QUEEN OF DRAGONS’ and Acnologia THE KING OF DRAGONS together in the past?! If you look back, Eileen acted as if she knew him, yet he had no clue who she was. So I’m thinking something happened in the past between these two to where Acnologia snapped and started attacking humans and dragons. Thus Eileen has this hatred of him. It’s a possible thought.

 And more importantly…. Are Erza and Gajeel possible brother and sister, or (more likely) half brother/sister??? Acnologia could have had a child with Eileen and a child with someone else! (But Gajeel does have red eyes like Eileen!)

Originally posted by fairytail-enthusiasts

To me they definitely have a brother/ sister vibe. What do you guys think? Could this be very plausible?!

hehe and Gajeel and Erza both seem to be attracted to blue haired people. Like possible Eileen was to Acnologia (who has long, dark BLUE colored hair )

SEE! RIGHT THERE! HIS HAIR IS DARK BLUE! NOT WHITE OR GREY like so many fan arts have of him!

And here is Eileen, and I zoomed in, her eyes are definitely red like Gajeels. But its still likely that his mom is someone else. AND IT WOULD EXPLAIN WHY HIS SKIN IS PALE COMPARED TO ACNOLOGIA SKIN, BUT STILL HAS A VERY SUBTLE TAN TO IT!!! (GENETICS!!!)

Originally posted by urmilkovich

Originally posted by nicorobin

Erza is the Light to Jellal’s dark

Originally posted by mangekyorasengan

Originally posted by fangirlin-away

Where adorable little Levy is the Light to Gajeel’s Dark. (AND A BETTER LOOK AT GAJEELS LIGHTLY TANNED SKIN)


Originally posted by the-6s-trendy-gifs

Arthur x Reader: Our Little Family

I don’t own the GIF, and I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.  Other than that, enjoy!

“Okay, fold your arms like this,” Arthur copied you.

“Is this okay?” He asked nervously.  You adjusted them a little.

“Now they’re good.  Wait there,” Arthur was finally going to hold his son.  He’d been born just a week ago, and Arthur had still yet to hold him.  Part of it was due to the fact that being a king kept him on his toes, but he was also terrified of making a mistake.  You picked up your tiny son from his cradle as he cooed softly. You slowly walked over to Arthur as you rocked him in your arms.  You sat down next to Arthur on your bed and turned to face him.  He copied you, gulping nervously.  You gently deposited the baby in his arms.  “Mind his head.”  You told Arthur.  He nodded and adjusted accordingly.  When you were satisfied with how Arthur was holding him, you slowly removed your hands.

And then your son burst into tears.  Arthur looked at you with panic written all over his face.  “What am I doing wrong?  Can you take him?”

“No,” You told him.  He looked at you helplessly.  “You’re holding him perfectly.  He’s just not used to you.  Plus, the fact that you’re wearing chainmail probably isn’t helping.”

“Oh God, is it hurting him?!”  You laughed.

“No of course not, it’s probably just super cold to him.  Here,” You took your son, who quieted down immediately.  “Take it off and then I’ll hand him back.”  Arthur removed his armour as quick as he could, before carefully moving his arms back into the position you had taught him.  You gently returned the baby back in his father’s arms.   He stared up at his daddy for a few moments, before bursting into tears again.  Arthur deflated.  “Arthur,” You laid a hand on his shoulder.  “You’re doing nothing wrong.  He’s only like this because you’ve never held him before, and he knows it.  He just needs time.”  Arthur turned back to his son, who was still wailing.  He began to rock him back and forth.

“Shh,” He murmured to his son.  “Don’t cry, Thomas.   It’s alright.”  He raised his son, whose cries had slowly started to soften.  He tentatively raised two chubby fists up.  Arthur lowered his head and let Thomas touch his face.  He smiled at the feeling, and Thomas stopped crying all together.  His eyes were wide with curiosity, and a little smile plastered itself on his face.  Arthur’s grin widened.  “Y/N, he stopped crying!”  He said softly.  Thomas giggled at his father’s voice, and slowly lowered his fists.  Arthur continued to grin and rock his son, until Thomas yawned, snuggled into Arthur’s chest, and fell asleep, clutching onto his father’s shirt with two tiny hands.  Arthur stared at his son with pure love in his eyes, before turning to you.  He carefully moved one arm to wrap around your shoulders, and you moved closer, kissing Arthur’s cheek and resting your head on his shoulder.  He smiled and kissed your hair before returning his gaze back to your son, who slept peacefully in the arms of his father.

Thanks to the anon that requested this one!

If I were to write a character that I wanted to be perceived as a horrible unredeemable villain that should only die here are a few things I would not do:

- Attach him to the old golden trio as their troubled and manipulated son and easily the last Skywalker. Or at the least the last piece of the Solo/Skywalker-Organa line, two of the most beloved characters

- “There is still light in him”

- Have a horrible bald demon canonly in his head since before he was born

- Give cute details on his birth and say shit like, “he was vulnerable to everything”

- Have him oppose the destruction of the Hosnian system

- Holding off from turning to the first order until his early twenties that means he resisted Snoke for that long

- Have a scene with Darth Vader’s mask to purposely show that Kylo is Not Vader in any way and will likely never amount to Vader because thats what Kylo wants

- “I’m being torn apart” –so that means your not really 100% dedicated to this are you

- “I will finish what you started” and what was that again that Vader started? Oh yea a redemption arc, okay

- Having compassion for the enemy

- Have this happen in general: this Kylo face + plus the hand touch?? (there isn’t a lot of hate here, despite what just happened. Han is not angry with him, it is forgiving)

and many more

maniacani  asked:

Following your "keith sleeps in shiro's cabin" bit in the pjo au, do you think that maybe when they become better friends pidge, lance and hunk also crash in the same cabin as shiro and keith and calling it a sleepover? (prolly lance idea tbh, cus if keith can break the rules SO CAN HE)

[Voltron PJO AU] PREVIOUS: Keith sleeps in Shiro’s cabin

So when Pidge, Hunk and Lance finally became good friends with Keith and Shiro, the second they find out that Keith still slept in Shiro’s cabin was when they pretty much announced to the whole camp they were together.

Keith was all comfy and cuddled up with Shiro in bed when suddenly the door to Zeus’ cabin burst open loudly. And there stood Lance, Pidge and Hunk with pillows and blankets—and some futon.

Lance: *loudly* *covers his eyes* Alright, alright. Y’all better be decent in here.
Keith: WTF? LANCE? *looks towards the door* *is very very angry*
Lance: *uncovers his eyes* *smirks* Hello, Mullet Head.
Shiro: *untangles himself from Keith* Uh, what are you guys doing here?
Pidge: Oh gods. *rolls her eyes and approaches the bed*
Lance: *scoffs* Hunk! Don’t expose me like that!
Hunk: *hugs* Sorry, buddy. I got nervous! Have you seen the look on Shiro’s face?!
Pidge: *places her things on the floor and makes up her bed*
Keith: What are you guys doing here?
Lance: Since we’re all friends now, we came here to make sure you kids *points at Shiro and Keith* don’t do some hanky-panky.
Keith: *confused* Hanky-panky? What?
Pidge: Sexual intercourse, Keith. *lays down comfortably on the floor*
Keith: *blushes* *eyes widens* *shouts* WHAT?! *looks at Shiro* *embarrassed* *gesticulates widely* We’re not… We don’t…
Shiro: *amused* Keith and I are not doing that.
Lance: Could’ve fooled me. *eyes them suspiciously* Have you seen the way Keith stares at you, Shiro?
Keith: LANCE!
Hunk: *smiles and lays his stuff beside Pidge* It’s adorable, really.
Keith: Again, what are you all doing here?
Lance: Well since you can do this, breaking cabin rules and all, WHY CAN’T I? WHY CAN’T WE, TOO?
Pidge: Plus, sleepovers are great!
Hunk: It’s bonding time!
Keith: The only bonding time I’m gonna have with Lance is when I strangle him to death. *grits his teeth*
Shiro: *rubs Keith’s back* Keith, calm down.
Lance: First of all, Keith. RUDE. Second of all, you’re just pissed you can’t have private lovey-dovey time with Shiro. *makes kissy face*
Keith: Shiro, I’m going to kill him.
Shiro: Keith, that’s one camp rule you CANNOT break.
Pidge: So anyway, sleepover means story time. So do tell us, how did you guys develop feelings for each other. Leave out gross details please.
Hunk: Awww c’mon Pidge! Those are the great stuff!
Lance: *settles down beside Hunk* Just don’t get into details when Keith’s tongue is inside Shiro’s mouth. No one wants to hear that.
Keith: *gets up from bed* I SWEAR TO HADES—
Shiro: Keith!!! *pulls him back to bed*