misty's tears

Drive By

Jax x Reader where the reader gets shot but Jax has to leave her.

Originally posted by nikitassoul

As you’re talking to Gemma, you look around the room, a content smile on your lips. Everyone in the clubhouse makes up part of your family, and you couldn’t be happier to be part of such a wonderful, yet slightly psychotic, group of people. You wouldn’t change them for the world.

“I’m really glad he’s got you, sweetheart. There’s nobody else I’d rather have as my future daughter in law.” Gemma says, her hand rubbing your arm lovingly. Before you can respond, glass smashing fills your ears, loud continuous bangs adding to the sound.

“Everybody down!” Chibs roars, the people in the clubhouse dropping like flies, trying to find cover. Gemma pulls you down, your body paralysed with shock as the bullets continue to smash through the walls, eyes searching to find your boyfriend, wanting to know he’s okay.

You spot Jax crouched on the floor, his brows knitted in worry as his eyes find yours. He shakes out of Chibs’ grasp, swiftly yet skillfully making his way over to you, sheltering your body with his own as you grip his shirt, the warmth and scent of him calming you slightly.

After what feels like forever, the bullets stop, motorcycles revving as the shooters leave the lot, the sound getting further and further away before it eventually disappears from your hearing.

“Are you okay?” Jax asks, his hands cradling his face as he watches you with concern. You nod your head shakily, forcing a small smile, your body revving with adrenaline.

“Jax, her leg.” You frown in confusion as Gemma speaks, you and Jax both turning your attention to your leg, blood seeping through your jeans. The adrenaline wears off as you begin to feel your injury, your lower leg throbbing painfully.

“Jesus christ.” Jax pulls his knife from its case hanging from his waist, carefully cutting your jeans, his hands ripping the denim until your leg is freed. Without the barrier, blood begins to pour out of the bullet hole below your knee, your eyes scrunching closed as white hot pain floods through your whole body.

“Jackie boy,” You force yourself to open your eyes, your sight misty with tears as Chibs stands over Jax’s shoulder, the blonde haired biker completely focused on you. “Cops will be here, soon. Jarry said they’re gonna cuff us if there’s anymore shit this week.”

Gemma squeezes your hand reassuringly, your forehead sweating as you try to ignore the pulsing agony, Jax looking completely torn. “I can’t just leave her, Chibs. She’s been fucking shot!”

“Yes, you can.” you groan, pushing yourself to sit up properly. Jax shakes his head defiantly, but you speak before he get his words out. “You’ve gotta go, babe.”

“She’s right, darlin’. I’ll look after her, get her to St Thomas.” Gemma adds, knowing that no matter how much Jax wants to stay with you, he’s no good to anybody locked up. Jax looks between the three of you, his jaw locked in anger.

“Go, I’ll be fine.” Willing yourself not to cry, you try to adjust your leg, biting your lip so hard you can taste the blood. Sirens begin to sound in the distance, the other members coming to stand by Jackson, urgency on their faces.

“Fuck.” Jax curses, Gemma leaving your side to move to Jax’s position, fatigue beginning to slip over you, your head dizzy from the blood loss. “Look after her, mom.”

You rest your head on the wall behind you, closing your eyes yet trying to stay conscious. A pair of lips kiss your head, Jax’s aftershave filling your nostrils. You try to smile, forcing your eyes to open as you look up at your old man. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll come and see you as soon as I can.” he responds, stroking your cheek protectively. You nod, a tired smile on your lips as you do so.

You don’t realise that you’ve passed out until you come to in a hospital room, the smell of bleach almost burning your nose. You move your head to the side, the chair next to your temporary bed vacant, though voices can be heard outside the room.

You try to ignore the needle in your hand, the sight making your stomach turn as you shift your legs, a hiss leaving your lips as you do so. Fucking bullet.

The door opens, a sigh of relief leaving you at the sight of your boyfriend, the concern in his eyes unable to be missed. A gentle smile plays on his lips as he shuts the door behind him.

“Everything okay?” you ask, your voice slightly croaky as you talk. He nods in confirmation, his feet moving him over to your bedside as he leans down to kiss you, his fingertips moving your hair out of your face.

“M'sorry.” he says once he pulls away, sitting on the edge of your bed, your hand being held in his as he strokes your skin soothingly. You shush him, shaking your head, just happy he’s safe and well.“We dealt with the problem.”

“I’m sure you did.” you respond cheekily, squeezing his hand. He smirks, bringing your fingertips up to his mouth and kissing them individually. “How long was I out?”

“Couple hours. You lost a lot of blood, babe, but doc said you can come home tonight as long as you promise to rest.” You roll your eyes, the sound of lying in bed and doing nothing completely unappealing to you, especially since you know Jax won’t be home with you.

“So, no sex?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head at your antics. He runs his tongue across his lower lip, and you can just tell he’s thinking about the night before, the two of you completely tangled in one another as you reached sweet bliss over and over.

“I’m sure we can figure something out if you’re feeling needy, darlin’.” he says, cradling your face between his hands as he watches you, nothing but love in his eyes.

“I’m always needy for you, Teller.”

A/N - Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, thank you for your amazing support even through my mini break, it means the world. This was a bit of a random idea lol but hope you enjoyed! Xx

“Halloween” Matthew Gray Gubler Imagine

“Come on!” Spencer shakes you. “We’re gonna be late!”

Groaning, you slowly roll over onto your back. You knew this was Matthew’s favorite holiday, but if he expected you to party-hardy into the evening hours, you needed to sleep at least until the sun came up.

“Matthew…” you croaked, pulling the comforter over your head. “5 more minutes.”

“After we do what I have planned, we can sleep the afternoon away,” he muses with a huge smile on his face.

Furrowing your brow, you get up as Matthew throws your robe in your face.

“Come on!” he says, grabbing your hand and running out the door with you.

As you topple yourself into the car, he speeds off while you are still fumbling with your seat-belt.

“Jesus, Matthew!” you yell, almost hitting your head on the side window. “I haven’t even had coffee, for Christ’s sake!”

“I have a remedy for that,” he smirks.

Pulling in to your favorite coffee shop, he pulls thru the drive-thru without ordering. “Matth-…what!?” you squeal as he passes the ordering kiosk and drives up to the window.

“Order for Gubler, please,” he says as he rolls down his window. The barista hands him 2 steaming coffees, smiles at you both, and winks.

What is going on?

As he continues to drive, speeding around corners and flooring it up hills, you realize that you are cresting a mountain.

“Where are we going?” you say, grabbing onto the frame of the car for dear life.

“Just hold on,” he says, whipping the car around one more curve.

As you get out of the car, ready to chew his butt off for making you nauseous, you see a blanket spread out with cinnamon buns and fruit, overlooking the city as the sun slowly starts to crest the hill.

“Oh, Matthew,” you turn to him as he takes your hand and leads you to sit down.

Getting comfortable, he scoots close to you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you near to him.

Leaning into your ear, he says, “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. These last 3 years…they’ve been incredible.”

“They’ve been a doozy, that’s for sure,” you smirk, turning to look at him.

As he kisses the tip of your nose, he reaches into his pocket. “The only reason I’ve been able to do this insane time in my life is because of you…and the thought of not having you there…”

As you look down, he opens a little navy blue box, revealing a beautiful, sparkling ruby ring.

“…it makes me lose sleep,” he whispers.

As you gasp, he takes the ring out of the box and takes your left hand. “Please, don’t make me do any more of my life without you. Please stay with me. Let me be with you. Let me create a family with you. Let me love you…” he pleads.

As tears spring to your eyes, you slowly slip your finger into the ring.

Looking up at him, tears streaking your face, you kiss him as the sun crests the city, painting the sky in reds and oranges.

“Yes,” you whisper on his lips.

Feeling him smile, he takes a sheet of paper out of his pocket and hands it to you.

Taking it, you open it slowly, your eyes widening at the image of the bed and breakfast plantation on it.

“Oh my god. Matthew!” you squeal as you throw your arms around him. “How did you book this!?”

“I did it this morning,” he smiles sheepishly at you. As you scan for a date, you realize that the reservation is set for October 31st to November 2nd of next year.

As you look up at him, eyes still misty with tears, you smirk at him.

“Halloween, huh?” you playfully retort.

And as he kisses you on your rosy cheeks, he whispers, “It’s always been my favorite time of year.”

Originally posted by sassygeek77

Stronghold- Loki x Reader(f) x Steve   Chapter 10

Authors notes:  A huge thank you to @hymnofthevalkyries for being my Beta on this series! You are the best Momma V! Seriously, thank you so very much!! 

Notes/Warnings:

-Over all: emotional and mental abuse, violence, anxiety and nightmares. There will be fluff eventually, I promise. :)

-For this chapter: A bit of everything in this one, Physical pain, fluff and a handful of angst. next chapter should be fun, things are about to get real guys!


Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

Originally posted by armorwars


 (Y/N) felt warm, the pain on her skin slowly subsiding. Steve’s arm squeezed her close to him as they made a hard turn. She could feel the vibration of the bike beneath her and the wind blowing her hair around. She looked up to see a storm brewing in his blue eyes.

 “Steve?”

 He looked down at her and unconsciously slowed the bike. “Hey, You okay? I’m gonna get you to Thor as soon as I can.”

 “No, don’t.” She protested. (Y/N) tried to shift in his grip and Steve pulled the bike over to the side of the abandoned road.

 “What do you mean, no?” He frowned at her as she sat up to face him.

 “There’s nothing he can do about it and I’m already feeling better, no need to worry him.” She argued.

 Steve, hesitantly, placed his hands on her shoulders. “But, I’m worried.”

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Request from @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#13 - “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

#88 - “After everything…I’d still choose you.” - A/N - I left this one out as I didn’t know how to put it in. Hope that’s okay!

Originally posted by psicomana

“I can’t believe this shit.” you curse, pulling at the restraints on your wrist. Swearing loudly, you kick over a stool near your feet, the wooden chair smacking against the floor. You listen, waiting to see if your detainers come to see what the noise is about, but everything remains silent.

“I’m gonna rip his fucking heart out as soon as we get out of here.” Jax snarls from behind you, his back pressed up against the opposite side of the pillar. Even though you can’t see his face, you know his forehead is scrunched up in anger, the way it always does.

“If we get out of here.” you correct him, resting your head against the immovable post. “I dunno about you, but it looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Now ain’t the time to talk smart.” he snaps, referring to your sarcastic tone. You roll your eyes, huffing in annoyance yet keeping your thoughts to yourself.

Minutes later, Jax sighs loudly, the silence broken by his now softened voice. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” you reply quietly, not knowing how much longer you’re going to be able to last, your back stiff and stomach rumbling from being kept hostage for well over a day now. “You think they know where we are?”

“I dunno, but we better hope they do.” You close your eyes, his response truthful yet lacking the hope you’re aching to hear. “Unless the club can somehow come up with half a mil in two days, we’re fucked.”

“Wow, great pep talk. I can see why they chose you for president.” you say, rolling your eyes. Jax brushes his hands up against your own, his restraints stopping him from holding your hand in his own.

“I’m gonna get you out of this, (Y/N).” he replies, determination in his tone. Tears prick at your eyes, heart heavy with panic, body heavy with fatigue. “I’ll never let anybody hurt you.”

“Bang up job you’re doing.” you sniff, your nose tingling as your vision turns misty, defeated tears falling down your cheeks. “I forgot, only you’re allowed to hurt me, yeah?”

You know it’s a low blow, the past between you and Jax still raw even though it’s been a good six months since you found out he was sleeping with Colette behind your back.

“You really wanna do this now?” he questions, his voice surprisingly calm, as if he knows you’re on the edge.

“What better time, Jax?” Your voice cracks as you say his name, frustration thick in your veins as you try to hold yourself together. “Might not get the chance after he slits our throats.”

“Jesus Christ!” He tugs at his restraints mercilessly, the pain in your voice like nails on a chalkboard, his skin crawling with red hot fury. You flinch as he shouts, more tears escaping from your eyes.

He remains silent for what feels like forever, the tension level high as you try to face the fact that you might not make it out of here alive.

Your head pounds as you cry silently, unable to bear the thought of never seeing your family again, or never seeing the club again.

“I argued with Tig before we got picked up.“ you start, your throat thick with emotion, the lump refusing to budge no matter how many times you swallow. “What if he blames himself?”

“Fucking stop it, (Y/N).” he warns, defiance in his words. “We’re not gonna die here.”

“How can you be so sure?” you argue, your bubble of hope completely deflated, your mind screaming at you to be realistic. “We live in the life, Jax. This sort of shit happens all the time.”

“Not to us, alright? This isn’t how it’s gonna end for you, (Y/N).“ Shaking your head, you wish his words could cut through the negativity in your brain. “I promise I’ll get you home safe.”

“Okay.” you agree falsely, tired of the same empty promises.

You feel yourself being shaken awake, the throbbing in your skull the first thing you feel once you begin to stir. Blurry vision focuses on Jax, a worried expression on his face as he studies you. “Shit, I thought you weren’t going to wake up.”

“What happened?” you ask groggily, your throat dry due to the lack of fluids. Taking in your surroundings, your eyes widen in horror as you spot the bleeding body near the door. “Oh my god.”

“Hey.” he calls, his cold hands cradling your face as he tries to direct your attention back to him. “It had to be done. Once I cut loose, it was either me or him.”

You know it’s true, though it doesn’t make it any less horrifying. Nodding, you try to blink away the black spots dotting your vision, cold sweats creeping up your body as you try to remain calm.

“Jax, I don’t feel right.” you complain, nausea sweeping over you in waves. Jax presses the back of his hand to your forehead, his icy touch bringing you temporarily relief. “I think I’m gonna pass out.”

You can barely hear him talk, his words muffled as a loud piercing sounds in your ears, beads of perspiration dripping from your neck down to your back. No matter how much you try to fight it, you feel yourself slump to the side, reality slipping from you as you lose consciousness.

The unmistakeable fumes of disinfectant fill your nostrils as your eyes flutter open, a white ceiling greeting you as you do so. A hiss escapes from your lips as you shift, the hefty needle hanging out of your arm being the cause. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.”

You turn your head to the side, a smile slipping onto your lips at the sight of Gemma. “Gem.”

“I’m so glad you’re alright, sweetheart.” she mumurs, standing to place a loving kiss upon your forehead. The simple gesture brings tears to your eyes, relief flooding though you at the realisation that you’re back where you belong.

“Where’s Jax? Is he okay?” you ask, a million and one questions sitting on the end of your tongue. Gemma smiles knowingly, before nodding, a heavy breath leaving your lips.

“He’s been worried sick.” she says, squeezing your shoulder comfortingly. “I’ll send him in.”

A minute or so later, Jax slips into the room, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. His eyes look tired, though they spark once they land on you, his skin looking a little less pale. “How you feeling?”

“Alright, considering.” you respond quietly, pushing yourself to sit up as Jax sits on the side of your bed. “How long have I been out?”

“Couple hours. You scared the shit out of me.” he admits, running his fingers over his beard. You reach up bravely, taking his hand within your own, squeezing lightly.

“Thank you for keeping your promise.” He’s taken aback by your actions, not expecting you to greet him with such warmth. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“I’m sorry I gave you a reason to.” he says, his eyes flickering to your lips before he clears his throat, pulling away. Leaning down, he places his lips upon your forehead, lingering for a few seconds. “I’ll leave you to rest.“

You wrap your hand around his wrist, stopping him from exiting. “Will you come back later?”

“You want me to?” You nod shyly, unsure where you stand with him. He raises his brow in surprise, before a small smirk appears on his face. “Then I’ll see you later.”

“Alright.” you reply lamely, a hopeful flutter in your chest that maybe you can work past the hurt, and maybe there is a silver lining to this situation after all.

A/N - Ahhhhh I’m really not sure how I feel about the ending of this but hopefully you guys like it! Thank you for being so patient, and thank you for reading❤ let me know what you think!!

anonymous asked:

Timkon number 2 for the writing thing

Tim heard the gentle rustle of his curtains, blowing in the breeze, and started awake. 

The green digital clock read 3:28 a.m. Tim blinked at the open window, trying to recall in his muddled state whether or not he had left it open or not. He decided not. 

The covers slipped off his body as he sat up, the white Japanese text reading musen shoutotsu and skull embedded on his favourite black t-shirt practically glowing in the dark. He leaned on his arm weakly, reaching out and fumbling around on the floor through empty candy wrappers and discarded tissues for his abandoned bo staff. 

He yelped as a hand suddenly gripped his arm tightly.

“Tim, relax! It’s just me.”

There was a brief moment where Tim was sure his heart had stopped, then he found his eyes focussing on Kon’s awkward grin, the red and blue “S” emblem and his stupid sunglasses. Which he insisted on wearing at nighttime.

“Dammit, Conner!” Tim snapped, letting out a rough breath. “At least… you know, send a text… or call me, or something if you’re going to come over.”

“Sorry… sorry,” Kon actually sounded apologetic as he helped Tim lay back again on the couch, laughing nervously. “I heard you were sick and knew you’d just hole yourself up in one of your safe houses, like you always do.”

“I do that for a reason,” Tim retorted, but didn’t have the energy he usually reserved for arguing against Kon’s concern for him. So he squeezed his eyes shut and let the migraine distract him instead, which wasn’t very difficult as it turned out. It was better than earlier when his head had hurt so much he had felt nauseous. Now it was just a dull aching pain, thumping with every beat of his heart. 

He realised that Conner had remained silent, and opened his mouth to insist that he was fine. That there was nothing to worry about. That Conner could go fly off and do his thing without being concerned about him. That no matter how much it felt like his head was going to explode, it probably wouldn’t. 

But before the words could leave his dry throat, he felt a pair of lips touch his forehead beyond the pain. Resting there, soft and cool against his sweaty brow. He opened his eyes and looked up into the worry that was written all over his boyfriend’s face. 

“You’re burning up,” Kon murmured. And his voice was filled with concern, unsettled, upset. 

Tim blinked up at him through a misty layer of tears, a cocktail of pain and weak emotion as he suddenly felt his heart fill. He reached up, his hands sandwiching Conner’s cheeks, and smiled. 

Slowly, gently, Tim brought his head down to dry, cracked lips, and kissed him once on his forehead before hugging his trembling arms around Conner’s neck.

“Thank you for always looking out for me,” Tim said. 

Conner buried his face into Tim’s neck, warm breath caressing it gently even as he made sure to keep his weight off of his sick boyfriend’s body. 

“Well, you don’t leave me much of a choice, Tim. You suck at taking care of yourself.”

Send me a number and a pairing, and I’ll do a short (100-300 words max) description.

1 AM (Russia x Reader)

Angsty(ish) fluff in honor of Russia (my alpha anime husband)’s birthday today <3

The cold red letters on the analog clock read 1 AM when you finally heard the front door open and close. 

You were laying in bed, buried under the covers to shield yourself against the cold, but you couldn’t sleep. On nights like this you couldn’t help but worry, not able to fall asleep until Ivan came home from his meetings. Tonight they were taking unusually long.

You sat up, listening to the dull clink of keys thrown on the counter and boots tossed in the corner. Heavy, slow footsteps echoed into your room before Ivan himself appeared in the doorway. 

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” he asked, groggily running a hand through his mussed hair. 

“No, I was already awake,” you answered, watching as he shed his outer clothing and climbed into bed with you. 

You snuggled up against him, but he didn’t respond. He laid there, motionless, staring up at the ceiling as if you weren’t there. His skin felt cold under your fingertips. 

“What’s wrong?” you whispered. 

He didn’t respond. 

When you turned his face to look at you, his eyes were misty with tears. In that instant, you felt your heart crumble into pieces. You wished you had something to say. You didn’t. 

“Sunflower…” 

The crack in his voice was enough to make your throat tighten. 

“How can you love me?” he asked, hesitantly bringing up a finger to brush against your cheek, as if he were afraid you would flinch. 

“What kind of question is that?”

“At the meeting-”

“Who asked you that question? I know some dickbag did. Who was it? I’ll go find them right n-”

“That’s not the point,” he interrupted, staring into your eyes with such intensity that you struggled to find a proper response. 

“I can love you because… Because you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me.” Before he could reply, you closed the gap between your faces, lips possessing his in an urgent burst of affection. The dazed look on his face when you pulled away was simply adorable, and you couldn’t help but smile softly. “Your past doesn’t matter to me. Only your now.” You snuggled up against his chest, melting into his warmth when his arm wrapped around you. 

“Thank you, sunflower,” he murmured after a while, kissing the top of your head and nuzzling his cheek against it. “For everything.”

One Day, My Love

“Imagine where you were sort of an agent undercover to investigate IRA and there you met Chibs, you fell in love and tended him when Jimmy gave him his scars. He couldn’t date you bc you were undercover in Ireland, but now years later you’re in Charming (not an agent anymore) and reconnect and fluffy love between them

A/N - I still kept Fiona and Kerrianne in this, but Filip isn’t with Fi romantically anymore. I also made the reader six years younger than Chibs, so when they meet again he’s 42 and the reader is 36 :)

“Jesus, Filip, you need to go hospital.” You pat at the raw, freshly slashed skin on the man’s face, tears brimming your eyes. He places his hand over your wrist, halting your movements, his eyes finding yours in the brightly lit room.

He strokes your skin so tenderly, a sob parting from your lips as you see the man you love so wounded. You knew he’d have these scars for life, the reminder of just what Jimmy'O is capable of. Not that it mattered, you’d love this man no matter what state he’s in.

“I’m sorry for putting this on you, lass. I got nowhere else to go.” You scoff at his apologises, knowing he’s not nothing to apologise for. You continue your care of his cheeks as he watches you with such adoration, your chest hurting at the fact you can’t love this man openly, for all to see.

“Don’t be silly, love.” you sniffle, trying to pull yourself together for his sake. Placing the now crimson coloured cloths down, you stand up, placing yourself in between your secret lovers legs. You take his hand, letting him pull you into his lap, him leaning into the plush sofa as you straddle him, careful not to put any pressure on his forming bruises. “You’re not safe here, Filip, you need to get out of here.”

The words felt like poison as they forced themselves out of your mouth, but you knew what you said was true. You knew it’s going to tear you in half, to have to be split up from the being that you love so much, but he’s no use to anybody dead, and that’s how this was going to end up.

As much as he hated to admit it, the man underneath you also knew you were right. The worst thing was, he knew you couldn’t come with him. Being a fed, especially an undercover one, was a seriously dangerous job. If anybody found out about him being with you, or vise versa, you’d both be ripped to shreds. “Aye. He’s got my kid, (Y/N). Fiona. I can’t just-”

“I’ll keep an eye on your family, Filip. You can’t help them if you’re dead.” The words must’ve hit home for Filip, a strangled sob leaving his lips as he tries to control down his ragged breaths. You trace the back of his hand with your thumb, hoping the patterns made by your touch will help him calm.

“I don’t wanna leave you, sweetheart. It’s all turned to shite.” You can hear the anger rising in his tone, becoming more and more prominent as he comes to terms with the fact he’s being forced out of his home by some jealous, ruthless prick.

“Shh, I know baby.” you whimper, your last bit of strength crumbling as you grab Filip’s face within your hands, your thumbs swiping over the falling tears. “I’ll be with you again, my love. We’ll be together properly one day.”

Blowing out a deep breath, you contemplate on whether your plan of action is a sane thing to do. What if he doesn’t even remember you? Or worse, what if he’s happily taken and in love with a beautiful woman?

You slap your cheek lightly, telling yourself to snap out of it, knowing that if you kept going you’d completely talk yourself out of it. You’ve spent the last ten years living on ‘what if’s?’ and you did not want to spend the remainder of your life doing the same.

Pulling your car into the parking lot of Teller-Morrow, you give yourself a few minutes to prepare yourself before hopping out of your car. You’ve got literally no idea if he’s even going to be here at this moment in time, but after calling in a favour from your recently ex-employer, you found out this was the SAMCRO base.

You’d handed in your notice a few days before, having enough money to feel comfortable and being able to step back and find the man you got separated from all those years ago. No badge to get in the way.

Stepping out of your vehicle, you lock the doors behind you, rubbing your hands together nervously as you approach the garage. Pushing your sunglasses up onto your head, you shove your hands in your trouser pockets, trying to seem less anxious.

“Can I help you, lass?“ The voice that used to whisper sweet nothings to you fills the air, the man attached to it standing behind you. You turn around slowly, telling yourself not to be disappointed if you don’t get the reaction you want.

“I hope so.” you breathe, finally seeing the face you’ve been dreaming of for the last ten years. He still looks just as beautiful, the two curved lines imprinted on his skin making him look all the more breathtaking, in your opinion.

“Jesus…” Filip whispers, his expression filled with disbelief. Your vision becomes misty as tears begin to surface, a warm smile plastered on your face. You close your eyes as you feel his fingertips skim across your face, like touching you will help him believe that you’re actually here.

“Hi.” You laugh through your tears, content with knowing the man you’ve never stopped loving is standing right in front of you, seemingly healthy and alive. In the life he has, that’s never guaranteed. You place your hands on top of his, not caring if other people were watching, you melting so easily into his touch.

“Is that really you?” he asks, his thumbs sweeping away the shed tears delicately. You nod, noticing the film of liquid covering his own eyes, you falling in love with him even more. He shakes his head, a chuckle leaving his lips. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

Before you have time to respond, you’re halted in the best possible way. Filip’s mouth covers yours, and he tastes so sweet, so much like the home you’ve been deprived of for what feels like forever. You press yourself against him, your hands going to his face as you both rediscover one another, a bubble surrounding the two of you that nobody can pop.

His hands slip around you, gripping your hips before locking themselves behind your back, holding you in place just incase you disappear from him again. His tongue flicks across your bottom lip, requesting entry that you grant, your hands resting on the nape of his neck as the kiss gets heated, a moan slipping from you instinctively. He growls in response, pulling away as you hear whistles and cat calls around you.

Cheeks blushing, you try to create some distance, Filip not liking your idea as he tightens his grip even further, your hands resting on his chest. “I don’t think so, lovey. Now I’ve got you back, I’m not letting you go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.“ you whisper, pressing a quick kiss to his tinted lips. “There’s nothing to get in our way, Filip. We’re free to be together properly, just like I promised.”

“Forever, my love.”

Originally posted by imaginealotofthings

A/N - I love Chibs sooooo much, I don’t write about him enough! Thanks to whoever sent in the request :) and thanks to all for reading and supporting! Xx

Title: Blade Runner: Neon Lights

Rating: T for violence related to guns

A/N: For Day Four: Modern AU, hosted by @bodhirookweek. A Bodhi Rook Alternate Universe Story: In a dying world there is only one truth about mankind: what rules your heart versus what rules your head. As a Blade Runner Bodhi Rook is caught in the tangled in-between.

Okay, so I might have taken some liberties with the concept for this day. I mean it IS modern, just sci-fi future modern. *cough*

London, December 2019:


No remorse. No mercy. That was what he had been trained in; it was what he kept repeating as the red bead lined up on the back of the fleeing woman. To everyone else she was completely ordinary, pretty blue eyes and a pile of dark auburn hair accented by a streak of red lipstick dressed in the high fashion of the era. It was all shoulder pads now and fitted suits and fur coats with high collars. She was no exception to that rule. He could see the soft pile ruffling in the slight breeze permeated by rain; it hid her neck up to her hairline and ears despite the moisture matting it down slightly. All around the neon lights of the city glowed dimly and figures rushed by, trying to not be involved in anything other than surviving each moment.

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Familiarity (Newt Scamander)

Pairing: Newt Scamander/Reader
Words: 1500
Warning(s): Some angst but fluff
A/N: bOI I FINISHED THIS AT EXACTLY 2:26 AM I AM RUNNING ON FUEMS SORRY THE ENDING IS BAD IT S TARTED OFF DECENt. i needed to be up at seven rip my fuckin soul. AlLSO i know i said i started my haitus but this will be the last fic i write for a week,,,
Request:  Got a Newt Scamander/reader insert request for you, if you’d like! So, plenty of people are doing imagines where the reader is a no-maj and has to be obliviated (MUCH ANGST)… Would you mind giving us a happy ending to that scenario? Maybe the reader regains her memories or there’s a chance for her to fall in love with Newt all over again? Thank you! <3


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anonymous asked:

may i request some jason love? i was thinking about jason learning smth and being excited about it bc he was fifth grade drop out before and now he has the opportunity to learn or just Bruce or alf teaching him smth idk I'm happy with everything!!

‘Ask me what I learned at school today, Bruce,’ Jason said, grinning from ear to ear.

Bruce choked on his drink, coughing violently in an attempt to get the water out of his windpipe. Alfred froze as he was serving Jason another helping of mashed potatoes and looked down at the boy with a mixture of pleasant surprise and incredulity.

‘What?’ Bruce managed in between small sips on water.

Jason rolled his eyes. ‘I said: ask me what I learned at school today.’

Bruce blinked at him, speechless. It was such a “dad” question to ask, and he knew from experience that it was one that absolutely did not work and was to be avoided at all costs. He had tried it only once before in an attempt to get closer to Dick, to seem fatherly, even, and it had not gone well…

‘Did you learn anything interesting in school today Dick?’ he had asked the boy. And Dick had scrunched up his nose, playing around with the mushy peas that Alfred had sternly directed him to finish but a moment before.

‘Um… well today, in math, my teacher asked me what “pi” was… and I said it was “tasty.”’ He had thrown Bruce a sheepish grin, scratching his head with a nervous laugh. ‘Oh, yeah… forgot to tell you, but um… I got sent to the Principle’s office today. Sorry. I was really tired after last night’s patrol’.

Bruce’s eyebrow had twitched as he frowned, disapprovingly from across the table.

Pi is 3.14, Dick,’ he had muttered under his breath, stabbing his steak as Alfred’s laughter drifted from the other room…

This had to be joke, right? This was Jason, after all. He had only just come off of the streets. He was still suspicious, rebellious, easily frustrated and wound up like a tight spring: ready to jump into a fight at the smallest provocation. From what Bruce had been able to find out, Jason had dropped out of the fifth grade when his home life had well and truly fallen apart. His father had been long gone, his mother had died, the system let him down, and he had run away from it all, ending up homeless and fending for himself on the streets of Crime Alley.

This was Jason’s first week back in school.

He’s going to tell me he learned how to land himself in detention. Or how to start a food-fight. Or how to antagonise a whole classroom of students and teachers. Or worse… oh god.

Bruce folded his hands in front of his face and did his best not to panic as he tried to remember when they started teaching kids sex ed.

‘What—what did you learn in school today?’ Bruce ventured, apprehensive.

‘Well,’ Jason started, his eyes burning with enthusiasm. ‘In science, we were studying the solar system and how different planets and stars are classified by their characteristics: like their size, colour, temperature… stuff like that. And our teacher told us that approximately one new star is born in the Milky Way alone every year. Which I didn’t know, by the way. I thought all the stars in the universe were just, you know, there. I had no idea stars could be born or die!’

Jason waved his fork at Alfred and Bruce as he spoke, his voice growing more and more excited as he went on.

‘Anyway. So then I asked our teacher how stars were born. And she said that they’re formed inside these clouds of gas and dust called nebulae. The hydrogen is pulled together by a gravitational force into clumps, and as it compresses together it keeps growing hotter.’ 

And as it gets hotter and the cloud of gas spins faster, the core of the nebula and gravity starts to collapse… until the pressure is large enough to trigger a nuclear fusion, and the star releases energy for millions of years. And that’s how a star is born.’

Satisfied with his own explanation, Jason turned back to his dinner, shovelling spoonfuls of mashed potato and gravy into his mouth. Bruce watched him for a minute, at an utter loss for how he should respond to the barrage of information that Jason, the fourteen-year-old who had tried to steal his tires only two weeks ago, had just unleashed on them.

The mere fact that he had remembered all of that information off the top of his head was incredible to Bruce. And all he could think of was how extraordinary Jason Todd was. How he always seemed to challenge and exceed people’s low expectations of him. How he contradicted the image that most people had of him, that even Bruce had of him.

‘That’s really interesting, Jason,’ Bruce said, attempting to hold back a smile and failing immensely. Alfred wasn’t even trying to hold back, he looked so proud of Jason. ‘I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying school so much.’

‘When Master Bruce was younger, he also developed an interest in cosmology. He would spend hours out on the top-floor balcony, watching the stars with his telescope,’ Alfred said to Jason, raising an eyebrow at Bruce.

‘Really?’ Jason asked, his eyes wide. ‘Do you still have it? The telescope, I mean.’

Bruce thought for a moment. ‘Yes, actually. I think it’s in storage somewhere.’ He caught Alfred’s gaze which by now was practically boring through him, and coughed awkwardly. ‘Do you… want to help me look for it?’

The brightness faltered in Jason’s eyes, replaced by a scowl as he pushed his plate away. ‘Don’t you have to go on patrol or something?’ he said reluctantly.  

And for a moment, Bruce wondered if Jason wanted to be alone. If Jason was actually just trying to avoid him. He had suspected it, of course. The simple fact was that Jason wasn’t used to being given this much care and attention. And he still didn’t trust it. His childhood had been full of neglect, abuse, and abandonment; all things which take a long time to heal from.

Better to give him space then. Bruce decided, and was about to suggest as much to Jason when an old memory suddenly crossed his mind…

A memory of him as a child, sitting out on that balcony in the cold, shivering as he looked up into the bright expanse that was spread out above. Like shimmering crystals spilled out on a deep blue canvas. He remembered sitting out there, alone. The stars becoming a kaleidoscope of colours in the lens as his eyes grew misty with tears, his small hand stroking the engraving on the side of the telescope: “For Bruce on his sixth birthday. All our love, Mom and Dad.”

Bruce remembered how Alfred had come out then, draped a blanket around his small shoulders and hugged him close. How he had begun to list the names of constellations out loud, pointing them out in an effort to distract Bruce from the sadness that still ate away at him to this very day.

Gemini… Orion… Taurus… Perseus… Canis major…

No, Bruce thought firmly. Jason doesn’t want to be alone.    

‘There’s plenty of time for some stargazing before patrol,’ he said, smiling. ‘Unless you would rather do the training exercises I had planned for you?’

Jason smirked. ‘Yeah, right.’

With a small whoop, Jason jumped out of his chair and raced out of the room. 

As he left, Bruce gave Alfred a small, knowing look that the butler returned; both of them sharing the memory of that one night spent replacing their immense sadness with constellations in the sky. Then he turned and went to chase after the boy before he wreaked havoc on all the valuable collectibles that were in storage.


It took me a while to decide on what Jason might get really excited about… and at first I was gonna go with something super simple, but then I thought, no. Jason Todd is a ridiculously smart kid who could take a complicated explanation and remember it by heart just because he can and because it blows his mind that much. And I love it when kids surprise us with their intelligence like that in real life. 

Then I thought of Jason Todd with stars in his eyes sitting out there as Bruce points out all the constellations, and I was done. Hope you enjoy Dick’s cameo too… that scene totally came to me in the shower, and I knew I had to include it. Haha! 

Thank you anon for the prompt!! And to the other anons who have also sent me prompts: not to worry. I’m slowly getting through them after the craziness of this past week. ;) (Also p.s. stars are super cool you guys. I didn’t know how stars were born either, so I looked up a video, and got just about as excited as lil’ Jay). 

Letters to Cas p.1

Castiel x reader

Warnings: angst (not much yet)

A/N: this is a bit short but it’s just the beginning my friends

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Castiel slowly opens your bedroom door, it had taken some coaxing from Sam and dean to get him to go into your room. He turns on the light carefully scanning the room.

Sighing he makes his way to your bed, carefully sitting down at the foot, his hand running over the soft comforter that once kept the two of you warm in the night.

While scanning the room once more, Something catches his eye, a small engraved wooden box on your bedside table with a small post it note with a single word written on it.

Castiel

His rough fingers run over the smooth wood and carefully takes the post it off the lid of the box. He opens the box to find letters, all of them all addressed to him.

He takes the letter on the top of the pile, unfolding the paper seeing your handwriting his eyes become misty with tears.

He begins to read.


Dear Cas,

I’m not sure why I’m writing you this letter, Sam suggested it so here I am, I guess.

I miss you.

God I miss you.

I miss how you say my name, I miss your warmth, I miss your everything.

I know you’re gone and I don’t know if you’ll ever come back. Sam and dean keep trying to get me to join them on hunts, but since you’ve left I have no motivation any more, I can hardly get out of bed. I hope you come back, but I understand you have a duty and a purpose that I can’t be apart of.

Just be safe.

I love you.

Your love, (y/n)


Castiel furrows his brow, when had you written this?

He picks up the next letter,


Dear Cas,

It’s been months since I’ve seen you, let alone contact me, I hope you haven’t left me behind. I can’t wait to see you again and hold your hand and feel the warmth I’ve been missing for so long.

I’m so confused with out you cas,

why did you leave?

What are you doing that I can’t know about?

It hurts, you know? It hurts thinking that you don’t trust me or possibly just don’t wish to be with me any more.

Please come home.

Please.

Your love, (y/n)


A knock on the door pulls him from his reading, dean’s voice comes from the other side,

“Cas? Are you ok?”

The angel places the box of letters back where he had found it before standing up and carefully remaking your bed and brushing himself off.

“Yes dean, I’m…I’m ok.”

Opens the door coming face to face with dean, who’s face was filled with an emotion cas couldn’t figure out.

Dean places a hand on his shoulder in comfort,

“Cas, we’ve found her.”

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“Let’s try something new, baby girl” [EXO Kyungsoo Smut] (Requested)

For the very lovely anon who requested a D.O (Kyungsoo thigh-riding smut. I made sure to make this a little extra spicy for some entertainment purposes. *wink 

Request 

Genre: Smut

Warnings: slight (this may be an understatement oops) daddy!kink, dominating themes, thigh-riding, dirty talk, and perhaps some slut shaming/humiliation 

Word Count: 1811 

It was a calm Spring afternoon that you had decided to meet with your boyfriend, Kyungsoo, who was outside causally grilling up some sandwiches to eat out on the porch that lovely day. The birds were chirping quietly to themselves, the look of flowers and leaves blooming on the trees that grew around your backyard was quite a pleasing sight, and just the fact that you were spending some time with Kyungsoo meant the world to you. With him being busy all the time, there are rarely any days like this one, and especially since you also had a high-demanding job yourself. Days like this meant the world to you, and he’d do anything to make you feel as if you were his world. 

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anyasbunny  asked:

buffy x willow + 33

33. “please don’t do this.”


It’s hard to see her through the misty veil of tears, but she knows Buffy is crying, too.

‘Please don’t do this.’ Willow’s surprised she can speak at all - her throat is dry and her head is swimming and her heart is thumping thumping thumping, almost too loud to hear Buffy’s reply.

‘I have to, Will.’ Buffy steps forward, fumbles for Willow’s hands. Brings them to her lips. ‘But - but I’ll come back. I’ll find a way back. To you and Dawn and Xander - I will.

‘You’ll be in Hell, Buffy! I can’t let you!’

‘This is what I’m meant to do, Will! This is my job!’ 

‘But it’s not fair!’ 

The earth around them begins to tremble, and Willow turns her wild eyes to Buffy’s own.

‘I love you,’ Buffy says, so quietly Willow almost misses it. ‘I love you.’

And she’s gone.

And for the second, third, fourth, fifth time, Willow is left alone.

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Husband!Dean x Wife!Reader

Summary: Dean’s enthralled when he feels the baby kick for the first time.

Warnings: Fluffy af smut. Unprotected sex (*insert funny pun about safe sex here* butseriouslyguyssafesexishellaimportant), oral sex (reader receiving), and that’s about it folks.

Requested by anon~

A/N: Phewww two stories in one day? I musta been productive today haha! I hope you enjoy this! Also, stay tuned, we’re almost to 600 followers. Get excited for the milestone, I have something planned!

Originally posted by kylorenstolemyheart


Never in a million years did you expect that you and Dean would be living a cherry pie life. It wouldn’t be an exact picket fence and neighborhood barbeque kind of life, for you’d still live in the bunker. You decided that you’d be done with hunting forever, but Dean would take it on part time. After all, a baby needed its parents.

You were about seven months along, your tummy showing through your shirt. You still remember the day you discovered your pregnancy. Your period had been super late, and you decided to take a test. Three came back with small pluses. You were nervous to tell Dean at first because after all, a baby being born into this life didn’t usually mix. But, when he did finally find out (by finding one in the trash), he was ecstatic, tears running down his face as he murmured how excited he was to be a daddy.

You’re broken from your thoughts as a slight pressure on your stomach makes itself known. You smile softly, placing your hands and feeling the movement. “Dean, the baby’s kicking!” you call out. No more than five seconds later, his frantic footsteps echo through the halls.

“Did I miss it?” he asks breathlessly, quickly sitting next to you. 

You nod ‘no’ before lightly grabbing his hand and placing it on your stomach. The baby’s movements gently soften, as if he or she knew daddy was here. Once the kicking subsides, Dean’s hand never leaves your tummy, his eyes shifting over to you. You notice misty tears in his eyes as he lightly caresses your cheek with his other hand.

“We did this babe. We’re going to be parents”, he whispers out, voice wavering with emotion. You nod, your own tears forming. Out of all the bad in this world, you and Dean would finally have something good.

Emotion overcomes you and you place your lips on Dean’s, lips locked in a passionate, loving dance. It’s been forever since you’ve been intimate with him, for he was afraid of hurting your child, even though the doctor said it’d be fine to have sex. The baby wasn’t born yet, and he was already protective.

But, it’s been far too long, and you’ve been longing to show your love to your caring husband. You slowly, but surely, swing your leg around and straddle his strong thighs. His hands find their way to your hips, securing you.

Your lips meet again, and this time, you feel his excitement growing. He pauses to place loving kisses on your neck and jawline, his hands rubbing circles on your hips. 

You shrug off his plaid shirt, revealing his strong biceps. His shirt soon follows, and so does yours, after he carefully helps you remove it. Your bra is unclasped from your body, and his hand is immediately there to greet your swollen breasts. You groan; your breasts were never this sensitive before. 

After he’s satisfied with the attention to your breasts, he gently pulls you off of him and places you on your back on the bed behind you. His body is immidately on yours, careful not to crush your protruding stomach. Dean unbuttons your jeans, placing a soft kiss to your tummy before pulling them down your legs. 

Your panties soon follow, and Dean’s eyes are blown with lust. He gives you a soft kiss before heading down south, his warm breath on your core. A broad lick is given, and you can’t help but moan. It’s been too damn long, and this feels so right.

He suckles your clit as his fingers move in and out at a steady speed, quickly bringing you to orgasm. It crashes down on you like a train, and your vision goes white as you cry out Dean’s name. 

He coaxes you from your high, gently rubbing your thighs and stomach. Once you can see again, you lovingly place your lips on his. Soon, he’s standing as naked as the day he was born, his cock standing at full attention. 

You want to repay the favor, but he pushes your hand away gently. “As much as I love when you do that, tonight’s about you, my beautiful wife and future mother of my child”, he whispers in your hair. 

As Dean lines up with your entrance, he looks in your eyes. “Are you sure baby? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You admire his gentleman demeanor, something you’ve always loved about him. 

“Of course. I want you, Dean.”

With your word, he pushes himself inside you, both of your groans filling the room. It feels amazing to be filled by your husband again, and most of all, it feels amazing to share more intimate moments with him. 

He takes it slow tonight, taking time to make love to you. He whispers praise in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are, and how great of a mother you’re going to be. Your heart swells at this, and you begin to murmur praise into his ear as well.

Soon, you’re approaching your peak again, and by the twitching of Dean’s hips, you know he is too. A subtle, soft, but still great pleasure overcomes you, Dean following close behind, spilling his seed into you.

You take your time to regain your breath as Dean remains still and keeps his intense green eyes on you. “I love you so goddamn much.”

You slightly move up, placing your lips on his. “I love you too Dean.”

He gently softens inside you, and later, his body collapses next to you. Dean opens his arms and you gladly cuddle up against him. His hands absentmindedly comb through your soft locks, and the rise and fall of his chest begins to lull you to sleep. Before you can slumber, however, a soft kick awakens you.

You guide Dean’s hand to your stomach again and watch as his eyes lighten up at the little movement, his wonder childlike and free. 

Soon, you’d have a little baby girl or boy in your arms. And both of you couldn’t wait.

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 EXCISION 6 DOWN LINK - HEADBANGA
 TRAMPA - RISE UP 
 FALSE PANIC 8 FISHERMAN - LEFT BEHIND 
DOCTOR P - ID
 MOKSI - THE DOPEST [CESOEAUX REMIX] 
 ALGO - NEW SLAPZ 
 SNAILS - STOMP 
 EXCISION & DOWNLINK - ROBO KITTY 
DOWNLINK - DESTROID 5 ACTIVATION VIP 
BARELY ALIVE - BETTER OFF ALONE REMIX 
METROPOLIS & QUEST - THEORIES
 BLACK TIGER SEX MACHINE & LEKTRIOUE - RELIGION 
SNAILS - KING IS BACK [SNAILS B GHASTLY VIP] 
EPHWURD & JAUZ - ROCK THE PARTY 
 SLANOER & NGHTMRE - ASCENSION 
 TIM ISMAO - ANIME FIGHT [RYLE REMIX] 
 TIM ISMAO - ANIME FIGHT [VMP REMIX] 
HYORAULIX. & OSKI & CHEAKY JACKALS - GRIND
 EXCISION & THE FRIM - ID W/ EARTHOUAKE ACAPELLA 
501 - KILL YOUR BOSS 
 SPAG HEDDY - KICK IT 
 EXCISION - RAVE THING . 
EXCISION & DION TIMMER - AGAIN & AGAIN FT MATT ROSE . 
EXCISION B DION TIMMER - AFRICA .
GETTER & ADAIR - ID . 
EXCISION & DATSIK - SWAGGA [EXCISION REMIX] . 
YOGI - BURIAL [MOODY GOOD REMIX] . 
BRO SAFARI & VALENTINO KHAN - YALA REMIX . 
SKRILLEX - OIRTY VIBE [O] SNAKE B AAZAR REMIX] .
 BEAR GRILLZ & DATSIK - DROP THAT LOW . 
FAR TOO LOUD - INVADER . 
EXCISION. DOWNLINK. DION TIMMER - DESTROID 12 OMINOUS .
 EPTIC & HABSTRAKT - ON THE BLOCK . 
MUST DIEI - HELLCAT . 
SNAILS & ANTISERUM - WILD [FAR TOO LOUD REMIX]
 BAOKLAAT - HEAD CRUSH 
 EPTIC - SPACE CATS [SUNDAY SERVICE & 2FLY REMIX]
 SAMPLIFIRE - MISTY 
 EXCISION - SHADOWFLAME 
 NOSTALGIA - TEAR THE ROOF OUT [AFK REMIX] 
ZOMBOY - GAME TIME [BARELY ALIVE REMIX]
 EPTIC - THE END ICARNAGE & BREAUX REMIX]
 BARELY ALIVE - CYBER BULLY [SNAILS EDIT] 
SPAG HEDDY - ONVANG 
 BAND OF HORSES - THE FUNERAL [EXCISION REMIX] 
EXCISION B DION TIMMER - INTERSTELLAR 
EXCISION - FLOAT AWAY
 MODESTEP & TROLLEY SNATCHA - SING
 FUNTCASE & MODESTEP - DAMIEN [COOKIE MONSTA REMIX]
 EXCISION & DOWNLINK. & DION TIMMER - DESTROID 13 MACHINA 
VIRTUAL RIOT &  AUTODRIVE - NIGHTMARE FT SPLITBREED 
EXCISION & THE FRIM - NIGHT SHINE FT LUCIANA
 EXCISION & SPACE LACES - PUSH IT UP 
RAY VOLPE ~ SKULL ISLAND
 PANE MUA - POWERSTOMP [SPAG HEDDY REMIX] 
 EXCISION - CODENAME X 
 EPTIC - DEATH 
 DATSIK - KATANA (SPAG HEDDY REMIX] 
 BEAR GRILLZ & TROLLPHACE - MARIJUANA 
 THE FRIM - WILHELMS 
LAMENT MUZZY - GET CRAZY 
 EXCISION & THE FRIM - NIGHT SHINE FT LUCIANA [BEAR GRILLZ REMIX] 
COOE PANDORUM - THE ORDER [SPAG HEDDY REMIX] 
 KNIFE PARTY - SLEAZE [LAZER LAZER LAZER REMIX] 
 FLUX PAVILION - INTERNATIONAL ANTHEM
 ZOMBOY - TERROR SOUAD [BRO SAFARI 8 RICKY REMEDY REMIX] 
COOKIE MONSTA - MOSH PIT VIP
 DIRTYPHONICS - POWER NOW FT MATT ROSE [FUNTCASE REMIX] 
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Shallura Week Day 5: Parent/Home

They had just finished eating in the dining hall, Shiro naturally falling into step with Allura as they walked to their favorite room in the Castle of Lions; a room with a glass ceiling overlooking the stars. Once inside, the door closed shut. The room darkening as the ceiling opened to show the stars. The room had soft lighting of pastel blues, pinks, and teals.

Allura looked to Shiro who was looking up at the stars. When he glanced at her, he gave her a warm smile which softened his face; erasing the controlled and calm leader that he showed to the others. This expression is always and would only be for her.

However, Allura couldn’t return the smile. Now that Zarkon was defeated, her Paladins would be returning to their home; Earth. Sure she could probably join them. She’d like to see Earth for herself as well with how much her precious Paladins talked up the planet. But she was the Princess. Practically the Queen of the Castle of Lions and the last remaining of Altean’s. They had rescued some of her people that she thought had perished, only to find out they were hiding among other aliens on other planets. So, she’d need to be their leader. It is her role. Her mission. As well as being a mediator for other planets.

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Love lies bleeding // Saizo

Summary: Wounded from battle, Saizo finally returns to the arms of his little lady. A short Saizo angst that kept me awake at night for several days.

“May Love, we pray, like amaranthine flowers, feel no decay.” - A Vow to Heavenly Venus, Joachim du Bellay

  • Love-lies-bleeding is a flower also called “Prince’s feather” which could also mean “I will love you forever.”
  • Inspired by the songs Can you hear my heart by Epik High ft. Lee Hi and Forgetting You by Davichi (I recommend listening to this cause it’s so sad)

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