can u do a prompt where the world is indefinitely going to end so bellamy and clarke decide to just live, and there is a dance and bellamy asks clarke if she wants to dance when there's a slow song? thanks!
I tweaked this a little bit and combined it with this request from another anon:
“I wish I had done everything on earth with you” It’s from the great gatsby movie but any context of that quote combined with your writing would be heaven.
Also idk what’s gonna happen in 411 so let’s just pretend they all decide to go get Raven for #reasons, okay? Okay cool.
Clarke paced around Becca’s kitchen, wondering if it would survive the death wave. Music played quietly in the background and she trailed her fingers across the countertop, wishing she’d had time to use it. She’d like to learn how to cook but there wasn’t time for that anymore.
Everyone else was back in the lab, a flurry of activity, but Clarke had ducked out. No one wanted her down there and she wondered if maybe it would be better if she just left. Slip out the door now, while they weren’t looking. Bellamy had a plan to get them all back in the bunker before the wave arrived but rest of them would all be welcomed with open arms— her presence made it a risk.
She had to go, but for now, she gave herself a few minutes to appreciate the luxury of Becca’s home. Footsteps made her look up to find Bellamy watching her carefully. “How’s it going down there?” she asked.
“Almost ready to leave,” he said. “You okay?”
Clarke looked at him, his jaw tense but his eyes concerned. Even after what she’d done with the bunker he still worried about her. “Dance with me,” she said, and he cocked his head to the side. “I know it’s not your thing, but…just in case we don’t make it back. Dance with me.”
“Just one song,” she requested, but her heart was pleading. If this was their goodbye she needed it to be good. One last moment she could cling to while she burned. “One song and we can go back to the lab to finish packing.”
Bellamy swallowed and held out his hand. She took it and let him draw her close, his other hand coming to rest on her lower back. His jacket smelled like smoke and motor oil and cordite, but underneath that he just smelled like Bellamy. It was a good scent; comforting. Clarke breathed him in and they started swaying. Her arm wrapped around his shoulders and she nuzzled her face into his neck. Tears welled in her eyes but she wouldn’t let them fall— not now. If she cried he’d know and she couldn’t risk that. “We’ll make it back,” he said, his chest rumbling under her ear.
“What if it’s the end?” she whispered. Her fears were threatening to overtake her and she couldn’t help it, she needed him to make her feel better one last time. It was horrific and selfish but she hoped that some day he’d look back on this moment kindly.
Bellamy stayed silent and she knew he was choosing his words carefully. “Then at least we got to dance.”
But it wasn’t enough. Nothing would be. “What would you have done? If we had time, I mean,” she asked because Clarke was greedy. She wanted to store up these precious moments so that when the end came she could tell herself she knew him as best she could, that she understood him even if she’d hurt him.
“Swimming,” he said with a chuckle. “I never learned to swim and I don’t think there’s a pool in Cadogan’s bunker.” A smile flickered across her own face. “You?”
Anything and everything, as long as it was with you, she thought. I would have done everything on earth if it was with you. “Learn to cook,” she said, and felt him smile against her temple.
“We can probably manage that in the bunker,” he pointed out, and Clarke’s throat threatened to close. He was planning for the future and she was planning for the end, but if she told him so it would break him.
“True,” she lied.
The song ended and Bellamy stepped out of her arms. “I’ll meet you back at the lab?” he asked, and Clarke nodded.
“Yeah, just give me a minute,” she said, and Bellamy walked to the doors without a backwards glance.
She watched him hungrily and hoped that when he realized what she’d done he’d see the dance for what it was.
- drive // halsey - girls your age // transviolet - technicolor beat // oh wonder - video games // lana del rey - never let me go // florence + the machine - born to die // lana del rey - still sane // lorde - trndsttr (feat. m. maggie) // black coast - starring role // marina and the diamonds - without you // lana del rey - waiting game // banks - never gonna change // broods - i found (acoustic) // amber run - twice // little dragon
[AKIRA] I wanted someone strong I could confide in But no one saw the darkness deep inside him His solution is a lie No one here deserves to die Especially the boy I failed at saving Yeah! Yeah! Hey, Akechi, I’m a dead thief walking!
[ALL BUT AKIRA] Hey, yo, Tokyo!
[AKIRA] Can’t hide from me, I’m a dead thief walking!
[ALL BUT AKIRA] Hey, yo, Tokyo!
[AKIRA] And there’s your final bell It’s one more heist and then farewell Cheek to cheek in hell with a dead thief walkin’!
[Phantom Thieves] Come on, Phantom Thieves Here we go, here we go now!
[SAE, spoken] Akira! The police told me you’d just committed suicide!
[AKIRA, spoken] Yeah, well, they’re wrong about a lot of things
[SAE, spoken] I threw together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice…
[AKIRA, spoken] Sae, Where does Masayoshi Shido work?
[SAE, spoken] The Diet Building
[AKIRA, spoken] That’s it!
[SAE, spoken] Akira, what’s going on?
[AKIRA] Got no time to talk, I’m a dead thief walking!
[STUDENTS] Hey yo, Tokyo! Tell me what’s that sound? Here comes Shido-san Comin’ to put you in the ground! Go go, Tokyo! Give a great big yell! Shido-san will knock you out And send you straight to hell!
[AKIRA, spoken] Step away from the treasure
[AKECHI, spoken] This stupid thing? I’d hardly call this a treasure. No, I’m just here to make Masayoshi Shido suffer for everything he’s done. You understand, don’t you? People are going to watch as he suffers a mental shutdown on national television. And me, an utter disgrace to the world, will be acknowledged by everyone, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.
There’s no place on Earth where attic trash and bastard children could be friends!
[AKIRA] I wish your mom had been a little stronger I wish she stayed around a little longer I wish your dad were good! I wish grown-ups understood! I wish we’d met before They convinced you life is war! I wish you’d come with me—
[STUDENTS] Hey yo, Tokyo! Tell me what’s that sound? Here comes Yaldobeth Comin’ to put you in the ground! Go go, Yaldobeth! Give a great big yell! Yaldobeth will knock you out And send you straight to…
pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader
summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.
warnings: cheating, maybe a lil tiny bit of angst but it’s probably more nostalgia, fluff
words: 4235 (i don’t even know what to say anymore, my dudes)
a/n: wow so I know I said I was gonna get Pippa out first, but this was just screaming my name, I couldn’t get anything done on that one. so this is a very emotionally charged chapter, it’s fluff galore, and I’m super proud of it. Thank you @secretschuylersister for checking it out and reassuring me a bit. enjoy, and please feel free to send asks with your thoughts/reactions!:)
Peter Quill mentally prided himself on a job well done. He and his fellow Guardians had taken out a small but fierce attack on Xandar. People really seemed to hate that planet. Quill stopped halfway to the galley at the sound of his adopted brother’s voice.
“Am I all right?! I wouldn’t be calling you if I wasn’t. What about you, are you–”
Peter sauntered into the room and smiled as Kraglin quickly shut down the comm, picking apart of piece of jerky.
“Who was that?” Quill asked, taking a seat next to his brother.
“Krag…” Star-Lord went on, teasingly resting his head on Kraglin’s shoulder. “What did Mom say about lying?”
A swift elbow to the ribs put an end to the childish torment, a trick Kraglin had been using for the better part of two decades. The Ravager first mate sighed heavily, staring into his cup of now-cold coffee.
Peter realized that something was seriously concerning here
“Everything all right, big brother?”
“You remember when you introduced me to Bereet? How we hit it off a few months back?” Kraglin asked, not looking up from his coffee. Quill nodded silently, allowing him to continue. “She’s fine, thank God. And, uh…she’s pregnant.”
Quill looked at Kraglin in disbelief for a moment before clapping his brother on the back hard enough to make him double over.
“You son of a bitch! I’m gonna be an uncle!” the excitement on his face grew all the more as he went on. “Does Dad know? Can I tell him?! I’m gonna tell him.”
“No!” Kraglin hissed. “Pa can’t know. And besides…ya know what time of year it is.”
The excitement faded almost as instantly as it had come. Of course Peter knew that the anniversary of his mother’s death was fast approaching. Yondu would keep to himself most of the time, though Drax would join him for a drink or two. No one else dared approach the Ravager King, not even his sons. Peter and Kraglin knew better.
“He’s gonna find out,” Quill warned. “And you know what he’s gonna do when he does.”
He pitched his voice low and put a twang to it.
“‘What’d I’d I tell ya about gettin’ too close boy?!’” Peter growled in a rather decent impersonation of their father. “'Yer too damn soft is what ya are–’”
Peter felt his blood run cold at the sound of a whistle and the sensation of a sharp point of an arrow against his the side of his neck.
Yondu Udonta silently recalled the arrow to him, fixing Peter with an ‘I’m-not-mad-just-disappointed’ look that made Quill flinch.
Yondu looked like he hadn’t slept properly in days. Either that or he’d made friends with a bottle and hadn’t let it out of his sight for a week. The Centuarian barked out his eldest son’s name and then something in his native tongue that Peter couldn’t understand. Kraglin, however carefully rose from his seat and followed him out of the galley.
The following shouting match could be heard throughout the ship. The Guardians all ignored it the best they could, and Peter himself was already plotting how to be the Best Uncle Ever™. Though he did flinch once or twice at what sounded like someone getting hit.
After a while, Kraglin emerged with bloodied knuckles, down the hall and out of sight. Peter carefully peeked into his father’s quarters.
Yondu was trying to stem the flow of blood from a broken nose and spat out a tooth.
“Yer brother’s gonna be fine,” he said, looking at Peter with an almost pained look. “He ain’t nothin’ like me.”
Quill sat down next to his foster father, confused.
“Whaddya mean? He’s exactly like you.”
Yondu shook his head.
“Naw, he’s stronger 'en me. You are too. Ya’ll know better than gettin’ too…soft.”
“Okay, you need to lay off the space-booze, old man,” Quill said. “You’re getting…what’s that word you hate so much? Ah, right, sentimental.”
“Hush yer mouth, boy,” Yondu snapped. He huffed, grumbling to himself. “I often wonder…would yer mama approve of how you two turned out. Could I’ve done somethin’ different. Not a day goes by when I wish I coulda traded places with her…”
Peter winced. The relationship between his mother and his adopted father had been passionate, he’d never seen his mother so happy in his life. Meredith refered to Yondu has her mate in that brief year they’d all been a family, and when she passed, Yondu had been a widower ever since. Being a single mother on earth was one thing, but after everything Yondu had apparently gone through…
“I miss her too, you know,” Quill said. “And she’d hate to see you like this.”
I had made it back home and was staying in my apartment which I left behind for Calum and his tour. Nothing was touched, and it was lonely. Empty even. I was unpacking my suitcase and carry on when I found an envelope with my name written on it. I was curious, and ripped it open only to find one concert ticket, a VIP pass, and a note. The note read, “We’ll miss you. Here’s a ticket to our closest show near your apartment. Please come and see us.” Ashton had probably slipped it in my bag before I left the hotel. The concert ticket they left me was actually their last show of the tour and it was about a 2 hour drive for me. I sighed, and put it on my kitchen counter and thought about it.
It took a lot of convincing from friends and family, but I had decided to go to the boys last concert. Not for Calum, but for the other 3 guys who were like family to me. I had gotten ready super early so that way I could drive to the arena and be there on time. I was dressing in a long sleeve, black, bodycon dress with a low back, and some strap up sandels to go with it. I mean, I knew I wasn’t going for Calum but I knew he’d see me, so I had to dress to impress.
As I was sitting my car stuck in some minor traffic, someone on the radio started talking. It was normal, it was like their ‘celebrity gossip of the day’ type thing, that a lot of radio stations do.
“Good afternoon all you listeners, we have some exciting news for you. Taylor Swift and Calvin Harris broke up! Say what?” I laughed at how enthusiastic he was. “And also, Calum Hood and his girlfriend have seem to have broken up too? And he’s already been seen with a new blonde last night? Stay tuned for more-“ I angrily shut up the radio and continued to drive in silence. A few tears brimming in my eyes.
As I got to the arena, I pulled out my VIP pass from my purse and walked backstage. Everyone was running around getting things set up for the last and hopefully best show of the tour. I instantly saw Ashton tightening his drum kit and ran and tackled him with a hug.
“Hey hey hey! If you would’ve made me break those I would’ve made you pay for repairs.” He pulled back with a big smile on his face. I brought him in again and clung on him.
“Thanks for the ticket stupid.” I hit him playfully and he gave me a stunned look.
“What? You didn’t want to come and see your favorite boys on their last show?” We both laughed and I soon heard a girlish shriek. Ashton and I jumped when we realized it was Mikey, being the goofball he is.
“You came! We didn’t know if you would even consider it!” He hugged me tightly with his guitar strapped onto his body.
“I came for you guys ok, not Calum.” I pointed sternly at both of them in defense.
“Well you certainly dressed like you did.” Michael said and I elbowed his lower ribs.
“Y/N!” I heard another high pitched voice come toward me until I realized it was Arzaleya. She quickly ran up to hug the life out of me, taking me back and making me stumble. Luke followed behind her and hugged me along with her.
“I’m so glad you’re here! I missed you!” She said in my ear and I smiled.
“I missed you guys too, you have no idea.”
Arz and I watched from the crowd once again and I felt like I was back to where I started. I was for sure Calum had the blonde girl he was seen with either here or in the crowd since I hadn’t seen him once backstage. The boys had just gotten done playing ‘Good Girls’ when Calum took centerstage. He spoke into the mic, and my heart stopped as his eyes found mine.
“This song goes out to somebody who I hurt, a lot. This is literally, everything I didn’t say to them.”
And the sweet harmonious “Oh’s” started being sung by the boys. I started to tear up,and Arzaleya held my hand as Calum’s eyes didn’t leave the sight of me.
“Wait, don’t tell me. Heaven is a place on Earth. I wish I could rewind all the times that I didn’t, show you what you’re really worth.” He sang, and I knew deep down in my heart it was meant for me and my grip tightened on Arz’s hand.
“Takin every breathe away, with all of the mistakes I made, from all the letters that I’ve saved, this is everything I didn’t say. I wish I could’ve made you stay, but I’m the only one to blame, I know that it’s a little too late, this is everything I didn’t say.”
I ran backstage with Arzaleya and sat on the boy’s couch collected with their flannels and meals from before they went on stage. I had my head in my hands and she knew what I was contemplating.
“You’re really going to give him a second chance huh?” I looked up at her with tears in my eyes.
“I’m not upset with that. Trust me, if I was in your position, I would take Luke back immediantely. And it’s because…we love them. Simple as that.” She took the words right out of my mouth as she sat next to me, and gave me a friendly squeeze.
The boys had finished their concert and Arz got up to congradulate Luke. Ashton and Michael high-fived, and Calum looked up at me, setting his bass down next to the couch. I sprung up and lunged toward him, taking in his sweaty self, and barried my head into his neck. Even though I was extremely heart broken by Calum, I had missed the smell and feel of him. I felt his arms wrap around me securely, afraid of ever letting me go again. At this moment I didn’t care about what they said on the radio, or the pictures, or what they paparazzi said. All I cared about was Calum.
“I’m so sorry princess. I could never replace you. I could never let someone else take your place. Please please give me another chance.” I pulled away from him, wiping the sweat from his forehead and smiled.
Howdy! As the title says I’m updating everything tonight since tomorrow (September 1) I’m not around as a means of protesting @staff. I’ll be back the day after. The inbox is obviously still open during this time.
Whew. 19 Imagines…My apologies if the
requests I did this update aren’t up to snuff to everything else I’ve
done. I’ve had a couple of personal issues coming up and it’s really
scrambled my brains something fierce. I apologize for the dip in
quality. I wish I could be more consistent with my content and stop being a gross slug on this earth lmao
Ah well. Win some and lose some right? Anyhow, hello new followers! I hope you enjoy running through the annals of my Master List and some such.
Some new announcements for everyone:
Commissions are still open
I need to throw together a new sheet since my friend doesn’t need the money anymore (although I could always use it god I’m awful)… will get to that and relinking everything next week x_x
I could continue to spread the
old post around but it makes me feel like I’m trying to dupe you guys
and I never want to come off like that. Gotta be honest and genuine as
it were, so I’ll beg pathetically in earnest :P
Prices are still the same. 500-700 Words for 9 USD and 800-1100 Words for 15 USD.
Same Rules that apply to headcanons apply to commissioning. But we can always discuss what you need in more detail if you decide to contact me.
HMU if you want a longer thing written for you! I swear I’m not complete garbage! Maybe. Sort of???!
I will be away September 8 to 19
In short I’ve needed a break and my birthday’s coming up.
During this break my inbox will be closed, so any requests that I do
receive I will delete. General questions or comments will not be deleted
but I won’t answer them until much later.
So what’ll happen
is that on the 8th during the day I’ll be able to post the latest update
of 10+ requests, then I’ll be closing the ask box. Any messages
received after that time that are not general questions (ie. a request
of any kind) will be deleted. I track every message I receive on a
separate document so I’ll know which ask is my cutoff point when we get
to that day. The ask box will be opened up again on the 20th.
I’ll repeat this announcement again after I update on the 8th :) Just giving y'all a heads up.