I think the concept/story in Not Today is rather easy but I’ll show you step by step what I think what happened.
The MV starts with shots of a mountain and BTS and black dressed people running on a road uphill
They want to reach the top so they’re running and rushing.
But suddenly we see Jungkook’s eye and a reflection of himself standing alone between his fallen friends.
I’ll later tell you who shot them. But for now we see a flash back: Jungkook running in front and suddenly Taehyung and Jin get shot right behind him. Jk is shocked.
But the flashback gets cut off by the writing “Not Today” and fire bruns on the screen. This tells us that this sad event won’t happen today, they’ll prevent it.
Now they tell us the story, their story. It starts of in a big building. The camera zooms in on the ground floor, indicating that they started fro the bottom.
Namjoon walks to a group go black dressed people. But he opens his arms welcomingly, they are his friends. The people are sitting on the floor, obedient, looking down. But not Namjoon. He’s dressed more colourful and standing. He tells them to fight (Today we fight!) and that is when they stand up and join him.This is also when the fire from the beginning is there again, representing their power, strength, will. The don’t want to be obedient and live in hiding. That is when the other members join too, helping Namjoon.
And because of their hard work and their power the room starts to break, they came one step closer to their dreams. they want to get higher.
The scene transitions to Jungkook who came to the roof of the building. But he’s alone. He was faster and stronger than the others (like we see in the running scenes later). The members join him shortly after, but he looked lost for a moment, all alone on this big rooftop. The other people are now throwing away their jackets. They are breaking free, ready to fight, letting the old behind them. becoming a little more like their leaders BTS.
But the other members are struggling more than jungkook that’s why Namjoon is next seen still inside the building but with more light than before. It shows that he needed more time than Jungkook.
Next we see a shot of the sky and them running uphill again. They want to reach the sky, they want to fly, they want higher. They broke out of the building and now out in the world looking for a way to achieve their dreams. Everyone is trying really hard but they aren’t all running at the same speed, Jungkook is in the front, once again seemingly progressing faster than the others.
But they are dancing on ice. this means two things: 1. it’s not spring yet, it is still hard and cold it’s still winter, they still have to fight. 2. It is easy to trip and fall if you go too hard or too fast. It’s risky. But it is their path up to the sky (that’s why it is reflecting the sky)
But the problem was that they were running next to each other not with each other. Everyone was going on their own, everyone was using their own strength only focusing on surviving and achieving their dreams, not looking out for the others. So they were easy to attack. So when every single member started facing hardships (got shot) and fell, that was the first time Jungkook was looking at them, but it was too late. They were already on the ground. Even their other friends. They didn’t get chased by them, they were running together.
This is were the actual flashback ends, so we see his eye again.
But this is what will not happen, at least not today! This is what BTS will prevent from happening. So now the scenery switches. Instead of snow and lighter colors, now it’s night. Dark colors and sparks are symbolising their fighting spirit.
And yes they are still running but now they are in a formation, looking out for each other, acting as a teams.
So in the end when the last shot comes, they stand together tightly and no one falls. Together they are bulletproof!
It ends with the fire once again, symbolising that this is what will happen, what they will make happen, what they are capable of. You never walk alone! That’s their message! We’ll all fight together, not just side by side but in a team, our ARMY.
I hope you liked it because I’m really sure that this is true or at least most of it. What do you think?
Summary: Ever since Dean saved Y/N from a Wendigo he knew there was something wrong. And one day he gets a call from her and he knew he needed to save her.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1,715
Warnings: Y/N is being in physically abused, abusive relationship, blood, swearing,
A/N: This is my first time writing something that’s not that fluffy and I don’t know if I like the sad side of me.
Please send some feedback, it is much appreciated! ♡
Y/N dialed Dean’s number once again as she tried to calm herself, knowing that if anyone could save her it would be Dean. Despite believing that Dean was always there for her, there was a part of her telling her to shut the phone and to stop bothering him. That he is a hunter that saved her life once and even though he said to call if she ever needed anything he truly didn’t mean it. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard heavy footsteps walking across the hall coming closer to the room that Y/N found refuge in but knew it wouldn’t do much as she knew he would break down the door. Her breathing became shallow and the beating of her heart clouded her hearing as she knew what was to come. Finally at the last ring, a groggy hello came through the phone and Y/N tried her best to hold back the urge to scream in fear.
Request: Omg i love your writing sooo much <3 I was thinking if you could do a story based off Michael Buble’s ‘Just Haven’t met you Yet’. I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it but thank you for your time :)
“Next!” You call, back aching and feet sore. Work usually sucks, but today it’s a living hell. Saturdays are the normally busiest days at the grocery store but add the fact that it’s the first day of spring that’s warmer than 50 degrees, and you’ve got yourself a full store. The bustle of people weaving around one another in the narrow aisles meant that you’d been sent to clean up five separate messes and help one bawling seven-year-old find his mother. His snot covered fingers had wrapped around your own until you’d found his mother who’d immediately decided to yell at you for not bringing him sooner. People bumped into you with every turn, resulting in scowls and foul language from some particularly angry customers. You’d had to ask people to repeat themselves four different times because of the clamor and been asked because of that if it were really right for a woman to be working. On top of all that, you wore heels today so your feet want to fall off and the store’s air conditioning hardly works, meaning hot sweat drips down your back and soaks your hairline.
Despite the annoying customers and the math involved, you’re almost grateful to work at the cash register now instead of work on the floor when you hear the horrific sound of gagging nearby. Your coworker Arthur rushes past you, mop already in hand.
Raising your eyebrows at the situation, you shake your head and take stock of everything a middle-aged man in front of you sets on the counter. He wears a dark suit and a cap to hide what you assume is a balding head. He’s muttering something to himself as thick beads of sweat slide down his face, over the patches of red dotting his cheeks and forehead and collecting on his upper lip. Every time he says something, a bead flings off its place above his lip, landing on the counter in front of you.
You cringe but reach for his items and pull them closer. Flipping the page on your notepad, you begin writing the costs of everything down.
“Do you not bother to keep your customers happy here?”
Warnings: angst!, a tiny bit of violence, swear words, alcohol
Summary: Being Bucky’s best friend (after Steve of course) gets a lot of perks - but being in love with him WHILE being his best friend means that your adoration must be kept a secret. That also means you have to silently endure every single encounter with women he has whether he tells you or you see it for yourself.
A/N: So this one shot is based on the Amy Shark song “Adore You” (she speaks to me on so many levels!) and I just really wanted a Bucky fic for it because he’d be absolutely clueless to someone adoring him like this…I also kind of skipped over the “oh look at him I’m in love with him” fluffy stuff and I just focused on the couple of days leading up to the point reader can’t take it anymore. I like the angst - it fuels me *evil laugh*
Y/F/I = Your First Initial
I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm
I’m just gonna walk home kicking stones at parked cars
But I had a great night ‘cause you kept rubbing against my arm
I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm
You hugged Wanda and Nat, giving small waves to the boys, before turning to Bucky.
“Hey B, I’m going to head back to the tower. The mission took a bigger toll on me than I thought.” You made a show of rubbing your neck, hoping the sadness in your eyes would be mistaken for exhaustion.
Bucky turned away from the young, curvy brunette tucked under his arm, his smile fading as his eyes scanned over you with concern. He didn’t move away from her, nor did you move any closer, instead you gripped the strap of your bag hard, until your knuckles were white, in an effort to ignore the pain radiating through your chest.
“Are you sure? Did you want me to come with you?”
You gave serious thought to saying yes, knowing he’d probably give the woman a kiss and get her phone number before following you out of the bar, talking your ear off about how she was this and that. All the while, you would be fighting the anger and nausea bubbling up your throat, fighting back the urge to scream at him to shut up about her and every other woman, just fighting to keep your face neutral as you listened to the love of your life pine after any and every other woman but you.
One shot request for @damhunterofartemis! “Spencer has a girlfriend and the team doesn’t know about her until they catch him kissing her.” Un-beta’d! Requests are still open! :)
“Honestly, Boy Wonder, you should come out with us tonight. You need to meet someone,” Penelope said as she was scurrying around in her heels, grabbing her purse and outfit change. She, JJ, and Emily extended the Girls Night invite out to the rest of the team.
“Garcia, I appreciate the offer but trust me, I’m fine.” Spencer said, rejecting yet another invite which was met with a pout from the blonde.
↳ “Do I really deserve to be alone even though I want to be by your side?”
Précis; In which you’re best friends and one night accidentally brings you closer together.
Note: I was beyond anxious when this disappeared multiple times, but now that it’s here, I can breathe. | ft. slight Park Jimin (’:
Genre & Warnings: Angst & a splash of fluff. Light smut and mentions of alcohol. | Words
The music reverberated throughout the large home, blasting and threatening to pierce his skin and seep into his veins. People were dancing, yelling along with the music and having the time of their lives; wanting nothing more than to get wasted and to just forget. Others who had the mind to think, just stood back while drinking small sips from their cups—examining the humans who were begging to drown deeper into their drunkenness, to swim to the shore to survive the night or to just fall deep into the waters; giving up and letting their subconscious mind take over. The house was surely trembling from the commotion within, wanting nothing more than to relieve it from the atrocious tension, to feel blissful like it once had and not all clogged up from the poison that was slowly building up.
Amidst the many partygoers under the twinkling lights scattered on the ceiling and the loud obnoxious immature chatter amongst many groups, Jungkook stood in front of the home bar, pointing to a bottle while the man on the other side happily grabbed it and handed it to him. Jungkook took a plastic cup from a stack and bit the lid off the bottle, fizz quickly slipping out while he poured it’s contents into his cup. He had no idea what was slowly taking over his body. He had no idea how he got to the party, or even why he came; but what he did know was this.
I’d like to talk about the fact that even though you can’t really tell in the Dear Evan Hansen soundtrack, in the play Jared is usually ignored or inturpted when he is talking to someone other than Evan. (Because you know Evan would never interrupt someone) And then in the second act Jared is talking to Evan saying he’s kinda busy but he might be able to do emails (or something like that) and Evan says that’s fine he doesn’t need any more emails. AND JARED IMMEDIATELY IS LIKE “OH WELL YA KNOW I WONT BE THAT BUSY. IM SURE I CAN HELP.” Only to be shot down again. And he just seems really sad. Like someone finally needed him and he was shot down. Who knows maybe that’s why Jared likes Evan so much. Maybe it’s because with Evan he feels needed.
Overview: The reader and Sam decide to mess with Dean through…easily confused wordplay.
Warnings: a smidgen of language, sexual innuendos, fluff, and fruit being sexy
A/N: I asked Lee to give me a prompt yesterday and this is what transpired from it. I had too much fun writing this @wheresthekillswitch :)
It had started as innocent. All things with Sam seemed to start that way, but all things with Sam also had a bad habit of escalating at a rather…fast pace. I’m not claiming clean hands in this – together, Sam and I had always been evil masterminds. And this time wasn’t any different.
We had just gotten back from a grocery run and everyone was helping put the items away. I was unpacking the bag of fruit when a sharp jab to my ribcage from Sam’s elbow made me glare and roll my eyes at him. He just wiggled his eyebrows at me, unable to keep the excited grin off his face.
“Pull it together,” I mouthed. He quickly cleared his face of any and all emotions.
“So…Dean,” I said calmly, “can you feel my melons?”
His hand froze halfway to the pantry with the box of cereal it was holding. He slowly turned his head, “Um…what?”
“My melons,” I repeated, “I mean, Sam felt them earlier and said they were firm enough but I just wasn’t sure.”
The box of cereal almost slipped out of his hands, but he managed to catch it after a brief spout of fumbling. “Sam did - what are you – I’m sorry, what?”
Dean didn’t have much time to react as I swiftly tossed a cantaloupe in his direction. He caught it and then just stared down at the round fruit in his hands, confusion written all over his face.
“Yeah, my melons,” I said, pulling the second cantaloupe out of the bag, “think they’re firm enough?”
I saw his knuckles whiten a bit as his grip tightened around the fruit. He briskly walked over to the refrigerator, jerked the door open with a little too much force, and then haphazardly tossed the cantaloupe inside, “I’m sure they’re fine.”