light through veins

the air was cold, very cold, but the warmth that seemed to radiate like magic, curling and swirling in bright colors, from magnus’ hand was all alec needed so that he wouldn’t get chilly. they stood in silence, looking out at tokyo from where they were staying at the palace hotel, listening to cars honk noisily below and watching the twinkling, winking buildings scattered around the beautiful and famous city.

magnus looked beautiful. he always did and alec truly believed that the word ‘beautiful’ wasn’t even enough to describe the high warlock of brooklyn. he remembered one time listing off all the adjectives in his head: pretty, gorgeous, handsome, ethereal, radiant, sexy, breathtaking, but none of them fit. or rather, he was all of those things; just picking one from the many that alec came up with would not do him justice.

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I Hate You, I Love You

For the anon who asked: for a enemies to lover fic (sorry lovie I can’t find the actual request and I usually write them in bullet points in my book)

Author’s Note: In Microsoft Word this is 18 pages long and has a word count of 7344 words. Hope you guys enjoy it!

y/n = your name

y/f/n = your first name

y/l/n = your last name


I Hate You, I Love You

Originally posted by sonjackcarl

The waves lapped softly under the bridge. The light from the street lamps reflected off the water like orange jewels. I huffed a heavy sigh and raised my face to the glittered sky, allowing the chilly, wind to caress my face and toy with the loose strands of hair on my head. I swallowed the lump in my throat, the saliva in my mouth thick making it almost impossible to go down. I crunched the picture in my hand and leaned against the cold metal railings. A slight wetness from the afternoon shower clung to the metal and soaked into the forearms of my jacket.

I lowered my eyes to the crumpled picture in my hand. Dark almond male eyes stared back at me. Gently I caressed the photo, following his long straight nose with my thumb and tracing the outline of his strong bearded jaw. I looked up again and stared out at the horizon, it was lit up like a Christmas tree.

“I’m sorry John,” I whispered and let the photograph slip from my fingers into the water below.

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I Want To Paint Your Lips - Ten

Delirious moved the paint brush delicately. It slid over the mask with perfect precision, marking out two triangles along the cheek bones and one pointing down on the forehead. His mouth was slightly open as he worked, tongue between his teeth with concentration. His blue eyes hadn’t shifted from the object the moment he’d dipped his brush in red paint.

Ohm was sketching out different body shapes over a large bit of paper, marking in where organs were and where they overlapped. He barely paid attention as his pencil flew across the page, but everything was scarily accurate. Bryce watched as he marked out the placement of kidneys in relevance of the intestine. The light blue eyes were curious and impressed, and Ohm loved the attention.

He couldn’t hide his proud smirk. “I studied medical for a year or two,” he told the boy, making eye contact for a moment without stopping his drawing. Bryce nodded lightly, hearing the words through his blasting music.

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anonymous asked:

4. Nine/Rose. Maybe Rose trying to soothe Nine after he's been drugged on a trip? The effects have kicked in after they've reached the TARDIS and he's a bit childlike. (Idk, first thing that sentence made me think of. I love vunerable Nine.)

Counterspell

The Doctor gets himself into trouble with a wizard in the marketplace and it’s up to Rose to undo the curse he was hit with. 

Part of the Everyday Magic ‘verse but can mostly be read separately.

Prompt: “Come here. Let me fix it.”

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“Come on, Doctor,” Rose urged, leading him away from the console room so he’d stop trying to fiddle with the controls. She had no idea what most of those buttons and switches did and she didn’t want to find out anything nasty about them by accident. “We need to get you better.”

He leaned on her heavily, goofy smile stretched across his face as he looked down at her. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to my room.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re sick and I need to get you somewhere safe so I can make sure you get better,” Rose explained patiently. They’d already had this conversation once.

“Shouldn’t I go to the medbay if I’m sick? I think I know the way.” He tried to disentangle himself from her to head down a corridor that definitely did not lead to the medbay.

“No, no, no, no,” Rose said, pulling him back to her. “You’re not that kind of sick.”

His confused expression was adorable. Rose knew she would enjoy it more if he wasn’t so vulnerable and not himself at this moment. “What kind of sick am I, then?”

“The kind that I can fix in my room. Remember, the TARDIS let me ward the walls of my room for safety so I need to get you there so I can de-spell you.”

“Magic?”

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The drive and ambition of an Aries burns deeply inside of you,
Leaving your skin rusted from hard work, and your bones burning from the fire,
You’re a phoenix that flourishes in the flames
You’ve learned to dance with the devil in the heat, causing any symphony of an ice cold heart to melt away like liquid gold.
The beauty of a Taurus is painted on your face and body
Your eyes glow like deep sapphires, I didn’t know blue could be such a warm color until I met you,
The strong mountains and thick trees are a resemblance of your strong limbs and how you carry yourself,
You’re lips taste like the finest wines, and are made out of cashmere and velvet
The energy of a Gemini rings like bells in your voice,
Your tone is ever so uplifting and bright, it adds color to my black and white day
The melody you sing and the tune you hum is like a hypnotic and gorgeous siren resting in the waves
I want you to pour your hopes and dreams into me as you hold me in your arms
Your core and soul is graceful and gentle has a Cancer
The water pools in your heart and waves calmly like a glass lake
When you hold me I feel the energy of a cascading waterfall reaching inside of me, and quenching my thirst for you
You love like a golden lion of Leo,
Passion and euphoria drips out of your golden eyes,
You are the lover that sparks lighting bolts through my veins
You are the lover that reminds me of spilt black ink on a white dress
Memories being stained on a blank canvas that is my life
Before I met you, I’d only make art in black and white
Now I paint in color
The sun falls into Virgo which shines purely upon your face
You remind me of fresh white sheets on a Sunday morning
You remind me of sleepy morning sex after we’ve drank our coffee
You strive for perfection, you want to fit in, you seek approval
If you only saw that you are perfectly imperfect in my eyes
The sensual beauty of a Libra posseses strongly over your 5 senses
The sight of you is like staring at a beautiful marble sculpture at the finest museums
The sound of you is like listening to a string of hypnotic melodies
The taste of you is like earthy beauty and sweet dreams
The touch of you is like running my fingers through a river of silk
The smell of you is like smelling the atmosphere at sunset on a lake
The cosmic sexual energy runs through your blood hot with lust and cool with love
You leave the colors of a galaxies across the planes of my neck
The way you make yourself at home inbetween my legs makes me feel brighter than the sun
Staring into your eyes is like staring into two deep blue twinkling nebulas
I wanna hide forever in your heart
I want to explore you’re body and soul like a Sagittarius would
I could plant kisses across the valley of your body
I want to climb the mountains of your heart
And swim in the ocean of your soul
I want to discover the coldest and darkest parts of you like Capricorn’s Saturn
To take the coldness you feel in life into beautiful ice crystals
To turn the bitterness running through your blood into pure untouched love
To turn the icy breath you breathe and make into fire
I will love you past your flaws like the heart of an Aquarius
I will trace imagenary drawings across your transparent stretch marks
I will feather kisses across the scars on your stomach from when you had cancer
I will rub the knots out of your sore back, and build towers made of kisses up your spine
You are loved, from the inside out;my sun and stars
I want us to make art out of each other like a Pisces would
I could paint my beautiful perception of you out of the richest oil paints
Spending days to get just the right shade to match your stunning ocean eyes
You could write poetry about me at 5:06am
Letting every ounce of emotion you feel towards me flow through the ink like a stream and onto the paper.o
—  The 12 signs live in your heart

Angels with liquid light glowing through their veins. The golden children walking our earth. There she is, watching the sky paint itself brighter. There they are, painting in digital glow. There he sits, his eyes glowing in the morning sun. Find them on the street, in your home, under bridges and inside dusty libraries. Bright souls leave trails of hope in their wake. You just have to follow it.

Beauty

You say there’s no beauty within you
That you’re a blue jay lacking wings
But you don’t know that when you’re not looking
The whole world pauses to hear you sing

There is light flooding through your veins
Colors swoon in your wake
Your kindness is both plenty and true
You give more than you take

You’re filled with beauty to the brim
And I wish life had never caused you to view it with doubt.
And though you say that there’s no beauty within you,
To me there’s no beauty without.

-rd

So this was based on THIS TEXT POST HERE. Have 3 pages of ishihime fluff 

Title: Phones Connect Me To You

Fandom: Bleach

Pairings: Ishihime, peripheral Ichiruki

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None

Summary: Uryuu receives a rather peculiar phone call on a Saturday morning.



His phone doesn’t ring often, and when it does, it’s more often than not bad news, so when the sound of the phone ringing shatters the tranquil silence of his Saturday morning, Ishida Uryuu is reluctant to pick it up.

“Hello?” he asks cautiously, fully prepared to slam the receiver down if he so much as hears a single chirp of his father’s upbeat secretary or, heaven forbid, his father’s unimpressed drawl, but what actually comes through the receiver takes him so aback that he accidentally drops it instead.

“Hello? Hello, Ishida-kun! Is this the right number? I’m so glad! Ishida-kun? Ishida-kun!”

“I—Inoue-san?! What—How are you calling me?!”

There’s a short pause at the other end of the line, during which Uryuu can actually see Orihime cocking her head in that way of hers—cheeks puffed out in confusion and a finger held to her chin—trying to work this conundrum out. “Um, I picked up the phone and dialled your number?”

“No, that’s not what I— never mind,” he says, deciding not to mention the fact that only his father’s secretary and his father knew that he had a landline, let alone had his number. He changed it every few months to deter them, but somehow, they always found it out. “I just—it’s Saturday morning, Inoue-san. Is something wrong?”

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Self Love Meditation

If you’re ever feeling really down about yourself, especially your body, close your eyes and imagine that there’s a closed up lotus in your heart.

Take in a deep breath, and with your breath, imagine you’re pulling sparkling white light into your body. Imagine the light flowing through your veins, trickling from your lungs into your arms, your legs.

Exhale, imagining that you’re exhaling thick, oily black smoke.

When you inhale, think the words “Love within,”

When you exhale, think the words, “Shines without”

With each inhale, you bring more light into your body, and with each exhale of the black smoke, your lotus begins to glow. The glow is faint at first, but with each exhale, it get bright, the petals fuller, until the lotus is a blinding white and blossoms.

Feel the warmth of the glow from the blossoming lotus, feel the peace and love within you reaching out, making your skin warm, making you glow.

Midnight - Marco Reus One-Shot

Because I have reached 200 followers in just a month I decided to write this for you guys :) I hope you enjoy it :P

Midnight; Marco’s favourite time of the day. The bright blue sky is replaced with a dark one filled with shining stars he could spend hours gazing at. The hot Summer’s air turns slightly chilly and the streets that were once filled with tourists and businessmen, clear out.

But that wasn’t the main reason Marco loved midnight, he adores it because of her.

When the clock strikes twelve and she is wearing a lacy tight dress, eyes glistening in the neon lights, alcohol pumping through her veins, making her cheeks as rosy as cherries. Her curls bouncing around at the beat of the music, and her smile lighting up the whole room. When she’d wink at him and pull him to the dance floor, when his hands rested on her hips like they were the missing puzzle piece. 

Midnight is his favourite time of the day because that is when she is cuddled up next to him, eyelids heavy as a movie is playing in the background. His left arm, covered in tattoos, draped around her shoulder and their legs intertwined under a checkered blanket. When she’d whisper incoherent words through yawns, but refuse to sleep until the credits rolled out in the screen. When he’d pick up her sleeping body from the couch and carry her to their room, when she’d whisper his name in her sleep.

He loves midnights because that is when she needs him the most, when she wakes up shaking, letting her fears take over. Tears streaming down her face, whimpers leaving her trembling pink lips. When he’d whisper soothing and calming words in her ear, when she’d clutch his hand tightly as if her life depended on it. When he’d kiss her tears away.

Marco loved midnights because that’s when he could show her how much he loves her. When they were joined as one, her whimpers and moans the only thing he can hear. The moonlight streaming through the window highlighting the beads of sweat forming on their skin. When her lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, when he’d whisper “I love you” in her ear. When they felt unbreakable.

He loved midnights because that was when her glowing brown eyes would trail over pages and pages of Harry Potter books, her eyeglasses resting on the bridge of her nose, her tongue sticking out in deep concentration and her forehead creasing in confusion, even though she had re-read that series more times than Marco could count. 

He loved midnights because that was when he felt like a normal person and not a famous footballer, when he shared the most sincere and special moments with her, when he could see why he had fallen so hard. He loved midnights because he loved her. Because he loves her.

Three in the Morning

Please be gentle, as this is my first time writing :)

Author’s Note: Just needed a little cute, protective Sammy in my life. I don’t see this really going anywhere but let me know what you think!

Warnings: Angry Sam, little bit of fluff, almost smut?

Word Count: About 1760


This was stupid.

The hunt was stupid.

The guys were stupid.

Your feelings were stupid.

You were stupid, and you needed a drink.

“Come on, Y/N. You can’t just take off to a bar by yourself after a shitty hunt without something being wrong.”

Your stomach twisted into a cold knot. “Shut it, Dean. I just need a drink. Since when do you question someone needing to drown themselves with an innocent bottle of Schnapps?”

His beautifully freckled face turned to shock as he threw his hands up, taking three steps backwards before reaching into his pocket and yanking out his room key. The door slammed shut and you released a breath that you hadn’t known you were holding. Your eyes shot to the ground and you kicked a golf-ball sized white rock before turning to the giant on your left.

His eyes were pouting, with that little glimmer of worry showing. Damn those hazel eyes. “I’ll catch you later, Sam.”

As you turned to stalk off, a hand gripped your elbow. You yelped, “Hey–“

“Be careful, okay? We don’t need something else bad to tack onto the end of this day.” If you didn’t know the boys as personally as you did, you’d be pissed at Sam’s lecturing tone. But you knew he was just trying to look out for you – to protect you. After all, you were basically the little sister.

“I can handle myself, Sammy. Thanks.”

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The bar was bare and reeked of tobacco. Whatever, you weren’t here for anything more than a few drinks. Shrugging off your leather jacket, you noticed a handsome man sitting at the far end of the bar. He was cute – not Winchester cute – but actually quite adorable. His blonde curls were slicked neatly on the top of his head, framing those deep blue eyes. For a split second, he took your breath away.

As you settled onto your stool, you snuck another glance at him to see he was looking right back. He flashed a perfect pearly smile your way, and you tucked a tuft of hair behind you ear.Were you blushing? Really?

Your childish crushing was interrupted by a coarse, deep voice. “What’ll you have tonight, dear?” You looked up to see the old bartender, short and plump with a neat gray comb-over. He smiled at you through thick black frames and you couldn’t help but smile back at the sweet man.

“Whiskey. Don’t go easy on me.” You cocked and eyebrow and shot him a daring stare. He chuckled a bit before turning to grab the bottle.

“What brings you here?” The voice startled you. Your heart jumped as your hand reached for the knife in your back pocket. The sudden nerves were calmed when you turned to your right and saw the pretty blonde man had taken a seat next to you.

“God, you scared me a bit.” You slowly pulled your hand back to the counter and took a deep breath. Damn hunter instincts.

“I guess so.” The toothy grin returned. “To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting such a darling young woman in a beat up town like this?”

“Just passing through on my way to see some family. Figured I could use a drink before heading to my room for the night.” The red-hot feeling on your cheeks had returned. Desperately trying to regain composure, you downed the whiskey that was waiting for you. You hadn’t even noticed when the bartender had set it in front of you.

“My name’s Paul. Mind if I stay and chat, or are you in a rush?” You couldn’t bring yourself to resist that gorgeous grin.

“I’m Y/N, and no, I’m in no hurry.”

Time carried on by like the night would never end. Soon you had learned all about Paul and his passion for cars. You enjoyed the light buzz running through your veins as you finished off your last beer.

“I really should get going for the night, Paul. Did you want to join me?” The man took a final swig of his beer and stood to hold out your jacket for you. You slipped into it and held his elbow, slapping money on the counter for the drinks, and he guided you toward the exit.

Once back at the motel, you fumbled around your pockets for your key, checking the time on your cell in the process. Wow, it was way later than you thought.

After finally accomplishing the seemingly impossible task of pushing a key into a door, you flung it open and the two of you walked in, giggling the whole way. Paul kicked the door shut behind him before his hands landed on your hips. He kissed you sweetly as he backed you toward the bed. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the yellow comforter and you granted Paul permission to nip at your neck. You tugged at the hem of –

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Hell no.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Y/N?”

Damn it.

“Who is that?” Paul’s eyes shimmered as he gave you a sweet smile.

“No one important.” You returned to kissing the handsome man before another series of knocks sounded at the door, these ones harder and sharper than previously.

While sighing, obviously very annoyed, you got up and walked to the door. You quickly cracked it to reveal a large figure. His eyes pierced through yours like knives, and your stomach dropped. You were most definitely in trouble.

Finding some unexpected courage due to your buzz, you belted out, “It’s three in the morning, what could you possibly want?” Wrong move.

The strong hand landed on your shoulder before you could work up a reaction to it, and you were being pushed out of the way against your will. “I’m not all that sorry, but Y/N and I have some issues that need addressed. I am politely asking you to leave.”

“Look, buddy, no offense but this doesn’t have anything to do with you. Why are you harassing the poor girl?” Paul defended you. However, you knew where this would soon lead, and you sighed before looking to Paul.

You awkwardly rubbed your temples, getting a headache from all the testosterone radiating through the room. “It’s okay, he’s not hurting me Paul. I think it’s best that you go, I’m sorry.”

Paul shrugged and stood from his seated position on the bed. He planted a light kiss on your cheek, stating he had a nice time that evening, before walking off into the chilly night.

You were cornered before you had a chance to take another breath. The door was closed as two large arms pushed against it, trapping you between them. You were looking up into the fierce hazel eyes, now blown nearly black out of anger, and you sucked in a sharp breath. “Sam, I-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/N. I’m going to talk, you’re going to listen.” The thick anger in his voice resonated through your core and you shivered, goosebumps taking over your skin. You tried to shake the feeling as you fought for your voice.

“You can’t just barge in like that! And I am an adult!” You pushed against his thick chest, although it didn’t move him much. “So what, I went to a bar and met a really nice, cute, normal guy. It’s the most normal thing that’s happened to me in years. Who the hell are you to try and stop me? I am sick and tired of –“

Your harsh screams were interrupted by a pair of warm, sweet lips. His right hand caressed your cheek as you took in the sweet taste of vanilla. Soon, you realized that the kiss wasn’t just to shut you up, there was more to it than that. You lost yourself in the deep kissing, and your head began to fill with memories from the past 2 years full of Winchester.

You recalled all of the little flirtatious encounters you’d had with Sam – cooking and eating dinner together, doing research while Dean went out for supplies, all of the accidental brushes of hands or legs underneath a table at a run-down diner. Electric heat flooded through your body and reddened your cheeks.

You were pulled back to reality by the gigantic arms that were now wrapped around your waist. Was this really happening?

Sensing your hesitation, Sam pulled back and backed himself away from you. “I uh… Um… Look, Y/N…”

You pounced before he could finish his thought. The next thing you knew was that you were now straddling the big beauty laying on the small motel bed, kissing him relentlessly.

He tugged at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room. His hands travelled up and down the length of your back, sending chills through your spine.

You quickly found yourself flipped onto the bed, pulling at the collar of Sam’s favorite red flannel. He tore off the layer of clothing, and additionally his white t-shirt underneath.

He paused a moment to admire each curve of your body; the ones you had grown to loathe. Sam took in all of your features before returning his eyes to yours. “You are so beautiful.”

Your whole body was on fire. The younger Winchester had taken control and was slowly peppering his way down your torso with delicate kisses, igniting flames wherever he touched. His fingers dipped into the waistline of your jeans, gripping harshly with means to pull them off.

“Y/N! Hey, is Sam in there with you?!” Dean’s groggy voice echoed outside of the door as you shook your head in disbelief. Your hands flew up to cover your face in embarrassment.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second, Dean. I had to talk to Y/N about the hunt.” Sam’s voice returned to businesslike instead of the huskiness you’d just encountered.

He pried your hands away from your face and pinned them against the bed. Your lips met again and you eventually melted to relax under his grip. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Sam backed away to throw his t-shirt back on, muscles rippling in the process. He threw the flannel over his shoulder and turned to look at you, sitting up on the edge of the bed, before he made his way toward the exit of your room.

“Hey,” His serious tone made your heart drop. “We’re not done.” He threw you a sly wink and slipped away for the night.

Damn it.


writing : aftermath ;; What happens after the battle, after the last page has been turned? For bittersweet satisfaction, for lost love, for reminiscence. You may have won the battle, but you may have lost some along the way. Never let them be forgotten.

dimensions- arcade fire // hand covers bruise, reprise- trent reznor and atticus ross // blood of the jabberwocky- danny elfman // the departure- michael nyman // ron’s speech- alexandre desplat // into the cave- antonio pinto // light through veins - jon hopkins // discovery at night (in a time lapse)- ludovico einaudi // metamorphosis 2 - philip glass // reconciliation- bear mccreary // the great thaw- christophe beck // jessie and norman- mark isham // central park- james newton howard // that night he told me everything- craig armstrong // orphan black 1x10 ending song- trevor yuile

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This - Suga & Jimin

Original request by bulletproofmonstax-scenarios: And then we have Yoonmin. Tbh I just want a “waking up together” really fluffy Yoonmin. Bc cute Yoonmin is really cute and I can’t
Characters
: Yoongi & Jimin (YoonMin)
Rated: N for Not a smut yet

Originally posted by yoonmindaisies


Yoongi was gorgeous. Like, literally, the prettiest thing Jimin had ever seen. Even when he was sleeping.

Jimin allowed himself a small smile. He didn’t want to move –  not even a facial muscle really –  not while he was so happy, so content and so busy checking out the boy asleep in front of him. Yoongi let out a particularly loud breath of air, his full bottom lip trembling and Jimin’s fingertips itched to touch. To feel the tiny vibrations against his skin or maybe to press his own lips to Yoongi’s and breathe him in.

It was ridiculous really. How head over heels he was for this boy.

Yoongi sighed and Jimin felt his ribs move out and in –  skin stretched tight over bone and muscle. He felt so warm under Jimin’s hand. Skin so soft and the sheet and blanket had fallen down during the night, revealing most of Yoongi’s shoulder and back so Jimin could see the ink that liberally covered Yoongi’s skin. He hadn’t gotten to appreciate it last night. He’d seen the art that covered Yoongi’s body before in tiny hints –  a flash of color from under the long sleeve of his shirt, a hint of fine red roses of his oversized jumper.

But now, now with the thin light of day breaking through the blinds, he could see more than he had a chance to the night before. The lines of shadow and light almost framed parts of Yoongi for Jimin to focus on. The curve of bone that made up his shoulder blade. The thick, black shadow where his lashes lay closed on his cheek. The way his long fingers curled loosely just under his chin, silver rings glinting in the barely there light.

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“There’s a meteor shower tonight.” 

Tooru doesn’t ask if Hajime wants to go with him. He simply packs their old blue blanket and that picknick basket Hajime once got from a yard sale, and starts to walk. In the end, Hajime always catches up with him. Always, no matter whether it’s 4 a.m. again and the night’s dew soaks Hajime’s pants, the grass underneath his hands cold and wet when they lie down on a hill outside town, and let the sky unfold above them.

It’s all worth it, with Tooru’s warm excited hand in his own. Tooru points at the meteors dancing over the black sky, makes soft noises of happiness, and Hajime can’t understand how some people go star-gazing when all he wants to look at is right here. 

Beautiful isn’t the right word for Tooru. You wouldn’t call a galaxy beautiful. You wouldn’t describe the birth of a new star as breathtaking, or incredible, or even gorgeous. Hajime isn’t good with words, and he wouldn’t find the right ones anyways. 

There’s no symphony in the world that can explain the way Tooru’s freckles look like golden fireflies. No painting could catch the earth-shattering way that Tooru’s skin moves over his neck, Hajime’s teeth having left love-traces on his collarbone and the arch of his pale throat, and nothing - nothing, no poem or story with thousands of words - could describe the bittersweet light quaking through Hajime’s veins when Tooru whispers his name, and kisses his lips into another world, galaxy, eternity. 

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Original Request:

Request is long sorry. The reader is a big loner super shy hunter but she is one of the best. She goes to a case but bobby recommends her tagging along with Sam and dean she reluctantly tags along having to share a hotel room with two beds and is forced to share a bed with dean and she thinks dean is cute but he intimidates her by his tallness and forward ness. She gets hurt dean takes care of her. She wakes up in the morning with his arms wrapped around her. Fluffy stuff like that thank you.

No need to be sorry! I hope it turned out okay for you! Situation was a little different with the motel but I tried to keep it close to your request. Let me know if it’s okay!

Summary: Bobby insists on you joining a couple of other hunters for a large hunt, even though you struggle with being shy and talking to others. But the adrenaline soon shows who you really are.

Word count: 2274 

“No, Bobby.” You stated flatly over the phone. “I’m not going to work with the Winchesters.”

“This hunt is too dangerous for even them to do on their own..” Bobby explained. “I’m sending you with them for their sake, not yours.”

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XMA feelings - Alex edition

One day I’m going to write an epic post-XMA fic where I get to explore all of the various relationships between the cast (I have a lot of thoughts about Storm and Erik bonding, and the kidlets being in awe of Raven, and Charles and Erik coming to terms with one another, and Jean and Charles dealing with the mental fallout of their mind-battle, etc etc etc), but for now, here is a rambling thing about Alex (and Darwin) that probably makes no sense and is full of feelings, because I’m in denial and refuse to believe that either of them are dead (They’re not dead, right guys? RIGHT? HAHAHA….HA..)

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Alex had experienced fire before.

All his life there had been a flame in his chest, a molten fist curled directly within the heart of him. When he was thirteen it erupted in a surge of grief and incomprehensible anger, obliterating the office walls of the social worker who told him his parents were dead.

The fire burned through him, lighting his veins, radiating from his skin like nuclear holocaust.  He carried it with him just below the surface, waiting each day for it to burst forward, an animal tearing its way through the bone and muscle of his chest, melting his lungs and heart into ash.

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Anti-Kiss of Death

Why.

Why did he have to jump in front of that blast?

Why couldn’t…..

I look down at the limp body cradled in between my arms. A body that used to be so full of energy and warmth. A well-sculpted body that trained day by day to protect his comrades. A body with arms that wrapped around my own body and a gentle voice that told me everything would be okay.

A body that jumped in front of me, taking a magic-draining etherion blast that sucked all life from its target.

Why couldn’t it have been me?

“You idiot….” I spoke meekly, holding his body closer to mine.

My fingers began running through his fluffy locks, ignoring the sickening sticky feel of blood in between the hair.

“Natsu….you stupid stupid idiot.” I choked as tears began blurring my vision.

I buried my face in his neck, letting my tears flow across his wounded chest and soak through his scarf.

“You left me again? You’re such…such a jerk!” I cried, squeezing his torso.

“Natsu…” A soft voice spoke.

The little patter of blue paws came up beside his body.

“Hey…Natsu…get up.” He mewed as tears filled his big eyes, nuzzling his cheek.

“Yeah Natsu…Happy wants to see you….don’t keep him waiting…” I sobbed.

Happy tucked his head under Natsu’s arm, crying onto his stomach.

“I won’t let you do this to Happy! To me! To our friends! You can’t leave us!” I yelled at him, knowing well that he couldn’t hear me.

“I wanted….I wanted…” I whimpered, my hand moving up his arm as I placed it over his guild mark.

“I wanted us to have more adventures…Natsu…” I said, looking at his pale face. His pale lips.

I leaned closer to his lips, hoping to feel his annoyingly hot breath on my face, yet I was greeted with no such feeling.

My lips found his.

The idea of kissing a corpse on a burnt battlefield was not what I imagined as my first kiss, but I needed to do it. I had to. This was Natsu. My Natsu.

I felt hot light flush through my veins, almost jolting me away from his body, yet I kept my lips firm against his, knowing this won’t happen again.

A soft breeze began swirling around us, and through my closed eyelids, I could still make out a bright yellow aura.

Soon, the cold pair of lips began kissing me back.

A warm hand snaked its way behind my head and another rested on my thigh.

I pulled away, my tear filled eyes shooting open.

“Holy shit…” A gruff voice spoke beneath me.

My brown eyes met a pair of dark olive irises, bright and burning through his lidded eyes. His face was flushed and his classic grin was replaced with a calmer, dopier smile.

“Natsu?” I gasped.

“That tasted better than fire…” He said dreamily, gazing up at him as I felt his fingers coil through my hair.

“That…that’s such a weird thing to say!” I choked, laughing through my tears.

“Natsu!” Happy whined, pouncing onto his chest.

“You’re back! You’re back! Thank goodness Lucy knew CPR!” Happy cried with joy, nuzzling his face all over Natsu’s.

“Yeah…CPR.” Natsu chuckled weakly.

I felt his hand push my face into his neck as he sat up, embracing both Happy and I.

I sighed, wrapping my arms around the two. Natsu squeezed us tighter as he spoke “I love you both soooo much~!”

In that moment, we laughed. We laughed through our tears that streamed down all three of our faces. We laughed as our comrades across the field were attacking our opponents left and right. We laughed as bombs were dropped across Magnolia.

We laughed because we knew we would be okay.