his everything right here is everything

BTS 4TH MUSTER POSTER DETAILS/ANALYSIS:

Taehyung’s Gucci tiger necklace that he bought with Jimin and it is in a park where Tae and Chimchim used to go together to talk.

Jin playing guitar and his sugar gliders Odeng and Eomuk

The trophies BTS won: Show Champion, Golden Disk Awards, Seoul Music Awards MAMA, Kpop Culture and Art Awards, Billboard Music Awards, Inkigayo

Love Yourself flowers to represent the Love yourself series and album + ARMY bomb fuse + lights = ARMY’s lights while holding ARMY bombs.

The flower from BTS and Puma collab

Jhope dancing and his Bearbrick + the 2017 Festa house + Mailbox from Bon Voyage S1

Jin’s Mario hat + Sope’s tracksuits and Jimin’s baby chicks (it is one of his nicknames)

Eat Jin + the white little balls are mochi/rice cake, one of Jimin’s nicknames.

Defective glasses that RM always break to show how he always destroy something + Namjoon’s tomato lamp and his grey tote + Monie sitting on top of a machine that writes a cloud recipe = lyrics. The clouds can be our dreams and the recipes are the lyrics and songs that BTS make and make us not give up on our dreams. He is smiling to show us that he is happy today contrary to his state in the past. 

Jimin with a telescope near and the same clothes as in Serendipity. He is sitting next to a Calico Cat and his signature yellow flannel. 

Yoongi is sleeping and there is Ink to represent how he writes his lyrics using pen and paper, not his computer.  Meanwhile, Jungkook is showing his strength and right behind him we find the huge bag he carried during wings tour and in it, there is a trophy to recall the lyrics from “Mic Drop” (there is also a mic behind). The hat represents the one Jungkook wore in Hawaii and thus Bon Voyage S2 + The quill can represent the ones they used in Bon Voyage S1 to write letters to each other.

Taehyung said if he wasn’t a singer he would be a farmer so they made his childhood dream come true here + You can see the new BTS logo being the little field

The heart to picture Jin’s hearts or the members in general + the power button is right next to Jhope as a symbol that he is the one who keeps BTS’ running +There are 3 cables portraying the 3 BTS studios by Jhope, Namjoon, and Suga and the power is coming from underground (it means that not everything is as pastel and rainbows as it seems and there is still another side to this picture that keeps everything running. A side that not everyone can see).

When the two elements of the photos BigHit shared of the 4th muster are put side by side, we can know the process to make the ‘dreams jars’ that passes from all the members in the map before being complete. When Namjoon was asked what makes people get interested in BTs he said it’s a whole package: the lyrics, the songs, the videos they post … those jars are like what BTS’ offer to their fans. 

Find the full photo in HD HERE

*pounds fist on table* ok i need to talk about the god-tier klance moments in s3e03 “the hunted” because damn there’s a couple scenes that are so powerful and important and i just….holy shit. buckle up, y’all.

this episode is fucking great for a lot of reasons, but one of my favorite parts of it is how much it shows the development of keith & lance’s relationship: especially 1) how good lance has become at grounding keith & helping him control his reckless impulses, and 2) how keith feels like he can be open and honest with lance about his fears/insecurities––which is a big fucking deal because we’ve almost never seen him do this. 

the first scene that really struck me is this part where keith is leading the team after lotor and it’s just….a big mess. he’s not thinking about keeping the team together. allura’s falling behind and he’s not paying any attention. he’s not considering that this might be a trap. all he can think about is diving in headfirst without considering the consequences.

and then this happens:

uhhhh….oh my god??

look, we know how keith gets. we know how hot-headed and stubborn he can be. i mean listen, we’re talking about this kid who literally tried to fight zarkon by himself.

and yet…..even in the middle of this intense chase, lance gets through to him. he brings keith down from that battle-rage and makes him see reason. and he does it in a way that’s straightforward and brutally honest (“you’re endangering the team and you can’t do this”) which i think is exactly why it works. that’s the kind of direction keith needs, and tbh out of everyone on the team it makes the most sense that it comes from lance.

i’m just

me: hey can i get a fucking uhhhhh lance being keith’s impulse control
dreamworks: *gives me this*
me: *kicking down the door* HOLY FUCK MOM

and look i was already sobbing over this one small part but then we get THIS….THIS SCENE….

oh boy oh wow where do i stART?!

god damn this scene is beautiful––visually, thematically, it’s just …. so powerful and significant.

first of all i need to freak out a little over the way the scene is set up and how wonderful the symbolism is. 

it starts with keith literally in the shadows, and then slowly emerging and drifting up towards lance with their lions facing each other. lance & red are above keith & black which is really interesting.

as we all know, keith is the leader right now. and yet, both literally and figuratively, he’s not positioning himself higher than lance––in fact, he’s doing the very opposite. and his lion doesn’t have her head lowered in shame either; the lions are directly looking each other in the eyes (which i feel like is pretty damn rare??) and that’s very meaningful. everything about the visual setup of the scene just screams openness, honesty, vulnerability. 

(side note: also wow @ that red and blue background, amiright)

and then we have everything that keith says. and boy….there’s so much to unpack here:

- he admits it was his fault and he led everyone into a trap
- he also admits that everyone warned him (lance warned him) and he wasn’t listening
- and because of that he put everyone else in danger

and man i gotta give huge props to steven yeun here because his voice acting in this scene….jeez it broke my heart. keith says all this so quietly, his voice is literally shaking. shit, he sounds close to tears. this is possibly the closest we’ve ever seen keith to totally breaking down and it’s just…..it hurts so much and it’s so important.

it really hits you in this moment that keith is a kid. he’s a teenager!! he didn’t want to lead the team & he doesn’t know how to do it. he can’t do it by himself. he doesn’t say any of that explicitly here but it’s 100% clear that that’s exactly what he’s saying.

and he says this to lance of all people. lance, his supposed “rival”! you would think lance would be the last person he’d want to turn to for reassurance or to blatantly admit “wow i fucked up real bad.” and yet….here we are. it’s moments like these that really prove that under the surface, these two don’t hate each other in the least. they like each other. they respect each other. they rely on each other!! (*whispers* space ranger partners….) 

and lance’s response only proves my point even more. he could easily have said “i told you so” or otherwise berated keith for his mistake. but he doesn’t! his answer is:

- yes, you messed up.
- but we’re going to fix it. we. i can’t stress that enough! he doesn’t say “you messed up and now you have to do something about it.” he doesn’t say “you messed up and now i’m going to take over and do something about it.” he’s essentially saying “yeah you made a mistake but that’s in the past….and now we’re going to take care of it together.” 

and that’s?? so great?? because keith more or less admitted that he was feeling this huge burden weigh down on him, and lance––in his own subtle way––lifted that weight off keith’s shoulders. he’s reassuring keith that he’s not alone in this. *wipes tears from my eyes*

and if all that wasn’t enough, keith immediately saying “you’re right” makes it all the more significant. he’s openly admitting once again that he fucked up, but he’s also agreeing with lance’s statement that they can still turn things around and fix his mistake as a team. which is…..wow. 

tl;dr - everything about this pair of scenes just proves how keith & lance work so well together and need each other. it shows how important it is for them to be open and honest with each other, and demonstrates how they both have that capability. 

and i’m gonna scream about it for a hundred years. 

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Aja Naomi King’s Inspiring Speech on Overcoming Self-Doubt at the 2017 Essence Black Women in Hollywood Awards   

My inner critic is strong but I know that I am stronger. I can’t get rid of him; he’ll always be there, a voice in my head telling me to not even dare to dream for something more, that they’ll never give you that, don’t bother fighting for this. But that is exactly what makes me so fierce. Because even with his voice, his monstrous size filling up the space underneath my skin, I still choose to try, and I still choose to believe. All the evidence of my life thus far is telling me that this is no accident, that I do deserve to be here. When I was struggling to write this speech, my little sister said to me quite simply, “You have everything you need.” And she’s right. I have everything I need because I have her, and I have my other little sister, and I have my mother, and I have my father. And I have all of you, and we all have each other. And as long as we continue to be a shield for one another, support each other, lift each other up, and love each other fiercely, we all have everything we need.

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Hamilton au in which everything is the same, except when John dies his ghost gets attached to Philip and becomes his guardian. Phillip grows up thinking of him as kind of an invisible big brother or cool imaginary uncle, and John is there to protect Phillip during the duel so he doesn’t die and Ham and Eliza work out their problems and eVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT

The 15 PLOT POINTS of Story Structure

To all the writers who have ever been told they need to outline their story, and privately thought “Great. But how do you DO that? What exactly does that mean?! Is there a map? WHAT IS THE SPECIFIC DEFINITION OF THE VAGUE WORD ‘OUTLINE’?”

Good news. Stories have structure. Structure that can be learned. And a fantastic place to start learning structure? 

Save the Cat: The Last Book on Screenwriting You’ll Ever Need by Blake Snyder. This book gives a simple outline that most stories follow. And as an introduction to story structure, it can’t be beat. 

In Save the Cat, 15 plot points are spelled out in something called a beat sheet. During the outlining process, these “beats” or plot points can be used as an armature or skeleton that your story is built upon. 

So what are those 15 plot points?

Opening Image: A snapshot of the hero’s problematic ordinary world, right before the story starts and changes everything. 

Set-Up: Further establishing that ordinary world and what the hero does every day, impressing upon the audience or reader what’s wrong, and the idea that something needs to change.

Theme Stated:  The truth that the hero will learn by experiencing the story, the statement that will be proven to the audience. But upon first encountering this truth, in this story beat right in the beginning, the hero doesn’t understand or outright refuses to believe it. The theme stated is asking a question, a question which the story will answer.

Catalyst: The ordinary world is shattered. Something unexpected happens, and this event triggers all the conflict and change of the whole story. Life will never be the same after this moment. This is the Call to Adventure. 

Debate: But for a moment, the hero won’t be quite sure about answering that call. Leaving behind the ordinary world is difficult – even if the catalyst has come along and disrupted everything – because the ordinary means safety, it means not being challenged, it means avoiding conflict and heartache. Yes, that existence they’re stuck in might be stagnant and unpleasant, but it protects them from facing the intimidating task of growth, of becoming something better.

Break Into 2: And this is when the hero decides to answer the call and cross the threshold of act two, determined to pursue their goal. 

B Story: This is when the relationship – which usually carries and proves the theme – starts in earnest.

Fun & Games: This is just what it says: the premise promised a certain type of pure entertainment, and this beat is where we get to experience it fully. 

Midpoint: This is either a false victory or a false defeat. Something really really good happens. Or something the exact opposite.

Bad Guys Close In: Forces of opposition and conflict begin to converge on the hero and his goal. Everything begins to fall apart for the hero, the defeats piling up one after another, the main character punching back.  

All Is Lost: This is the sequence where absolutely everything falls apart for the hero. The plans fail, the goal is lost, the mentor dies, the villain wins. All is, quite literally, lost. 

Dark Night of the Soul: The hero’s bleakest moment is right here. In addition to all of the tangible things that have been lost, hope and the gumption to continue with the story have also vanished. There is usually a hint of death here, of some kind. An actual death, or an emotional or spiritual death. 

Break into 3: Ah, but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. Inspiration occurs, hope is rekindled, courage to pursue the story returns. Usually, this is the moment where the main character learns what they NEED, the truth which will heal them, and allow them to fix their own lives. With this, they are able to snatch victory from defeat.

Finale: And in here, the story goal is pursued once more, but this time from the stronger version of the hero – the version that has learned the theme, and committed to act accordingly. 

Closing Image: The opposite of the opening image. This is a snapshot of life after the story, the problems of the ordinary world solved or banished, a new world opening up for the hero. If the opening is the equivalent of “once upon a time” this is saying “And every day after … “ 

So let’s see how that works! And to see it, let’s look at my favorite short film of all time – Paperman  (because this gave me an excuse to watch it several times and listen to the music while writing it.)

1) Opening Image

We see George, a twenty-something in a sixty-something’s suit and tie, obviously on his way to work, and not looking at all enthused about it. He stares straight ahead, expression bored, lifeless, right on the edge of depressed. Wind from a passing train pushes him slightly, and he lets it, demeanor unchanging. 

2) Set-Up

But then a sheet of paper, caught on the wind, hits his shoulder. The paper flies off again, and a young woman appears onscreen, chasing after the paper, as the surprised George watches.

 After catching it offscreen, the girl returns, tucking the paper into the stack she carries, smiling slightly. They both face forward, waiting for the train side-by-side, in silence. She’s glancing sideways at him, he’s smiling and fidgeting nervously, but still resolutely facing forward; they’re both aware of each other, seemingly hoping the other will be braver, but neither able to overcome their shyness and the unspoken rules of everyday life. 

3) Theme Stated 

As a train charges into the station, a paper from George’s stack is snatched by the wind and lands flat on the woman’s face. When he pulls the paper away, she laughs: her lipstick left a perfect kiss mark on the sheet. When George spots it, he laughs too … 

but when he opens his eyes, she’s gone. She’s boarded a different train. The kiss-mark paper flaps in the wind as the train begins to move, taking her away. He watches, crestfallen. She glances back. Looks of regret and disappointment are exchanged, both a little wistful. The paper, the symbol of their fleeting memorable meeting, waves goodbye. 

Through this little sequence of images, the question of the whole story is asked: Was there a connection between them? Will they find each other again? And on a wider level: What does it take to find love? 

Further Set-Up:

And cut to George behind a desk, in a gray office, dark file cabinets towering behind him, clocks on the wall ticking away his life. Miserable again, he stares at the lipsticked paper. A stack of documents slams onto the desk from on high. The grim-faced boss of the office scowls down at him. George frowns at the stack, then at his boss, who stomps away.   

4) Catalyst 

Breeze pulls the kissed paper off his desk and out the open window. He catches it just in time, breathing a sigh of relief. And then he sees something. The girl! She’s there! She’s right across the street! 

5) Debate 

He needs to get her attention! He dithers for a moment, then throws the window wide and enthusiastically waves his arms.

 An ominous "ahem” from the boss brings him back inside, and back to his desk. But his attention is still on the girl, and the need to get her attention. He folds a paper airplane, stands before the window, poises the airplane to fly … but he glances at his boss’s office before he throws it. Should he? 

6) Break Into Act 2

Yes. Yes, he should. He sends the little airplane messenger to bridge the distance between himself and the girl. 

7) B Story

What he should have done while waiting for the train, he’s committed to do now. Talk to her. The relationship of the story has started officially. 

8) Fun & Games

In this moment, he becomes the “paper man” of the title. He folds and throws paper airplane after paper airplane. The boss shows up, shoves him back and slams his window. George pauses until he’s gone, then just keeps sending airplanes. They sail over the street, but are intercepted or miss their mark every time. 

9) Midpoint

He reaches for more paper … and knocks an empty tray off the desk. He’s run out. Except for one paper, the kissed one, the only one he’s held onto. With a determined look, he folds it precisely into an airplane, stands before the window, breathes to steady himself … 

And the wind steals the airplane from his hand, sending it spiraling to the street below, George reaching out pointlessly. On top of this defeat, the girl leaves the office.  

10) Bad Guys Close In 

Immediately, the boss emerges from his lair. The other office workers hurriedly return to their scribbling, hunched to avoid drawing attention. The girl is leaving the building across the street! George turns from the window … and finds the boss looming above him, glowering, delivering another tall pile of meaningless work. 

George sinks into his chair, defeated. But something happens as he watches his boss walk away, as he sees the office workers in neat rows; all of them older versions of George, reflections of what he will become … if he doesn’t do something right now. 

He runs, sending paper from the perfect stacks flying in his wake. 

11) All Is Lost

But when he escapes the building, and attempts to cross the street, cars nearly kill him. And when he finally makes it to the opposite sidewalk, the girl is nowhere in sight. She’s lost again. 

And all he manages to find is the little traitorous paper airplane. The paper he’d believed might mean something, might have signified something important and maybe a little magical. Which it obviously never did. 

12) Dark Night of the Soul

Angry, he grabs the plane and throws it with all his strength.  He’s lost his job, he’s lost the girl, he’s lost all faith in the magic he’d just started to believe might be real. He stomps towards the train station, returning home. 

13) Break Into 3  

But fate has other plans. The airplane glides over the city, almost supernaturally graceful and purposeful. It dives between buildings, and lands in the middle of the alley where all the paper planes have collected. 

It sits immobile. Then it moves. Moves again. And jumps into flight. The airplane flies over the rest, stirring them into motion, into the air. In a place where not even a breath of wind could reach, there is now a whirlwind of George’s airplanes. 

Though the forces of mediocrity tried to keep them apart, something greater has recognized George’s efforts and is going to see things through. 

14) Finale

A parade of airplanes follows George down the street. 

The leader attaches to his leg. He brushes it off, mad. A flurry of them attach to him, then carry him down the street, unfazed by his fighting. 

The leader airplane rockets over the city purposefully, finds the girl, then lures her to follow.

 She chases after. 

Somewhere else in the city, George is being pushed wherever the paper airplanes want him to go. We switch back and forth between George and the girl, as the airplanes push him and beckon her. 

Until they’re both on different trains, which stop simultaneously, on opposite sides of the platform. The girl gets out. She fiddles with the airplane, like she’s trying to get it to work again. And just then, a breeze brings hundreds of paper planes skittering all around the platform.

 She looks up …

15) Closing Image

And there’s George, covered in paper planes. 

He lurches towards Meg, and the airplanes falls away, their work done. 

George and Meg face each other, smiling, the barriers of routine and shyness overcome. Exactly what should have happened, exactly what was meant to happen. Putting effort into connection and love prevailed in the end, defeating the allure of life spent in safety and mediocrity. The closing image is the opposite of the opening: he’s not alone, he’s not facing the train leading to his mundane job, he’s not looking miserable and hopeless. He’s facing the girl, his bright and meaningful new future.

***

So! Those are the 15 plot points. This is a fantastic way to begin learning what story structure is, why it works the way it does, and how to precisely pull it off. 

For a more in-depth explanation, I highly recommend picking up a copy of Save the Cat. (It holds a special place in my heart; it was the first screenwriting book I ever read, and started obsessive study of storytelling.)

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Skyline {VII}

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

Warnings: Language, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline.  Like, for real this time.  I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that.  You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love.  As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write.  As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit.  In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!!  All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST.  I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall.  Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

skyline: a mixtape

{masterlist}

{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v}

Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass.  Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed your desk.  Sliding the glass panel up, you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s hoodie to protect you from the cold.

The superhero stood where he had first stood, the night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago.  And there, to his right, were the flower pots that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you.  Those stairs were where you would sit and draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures you created.  Behind him was the railing that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together.  This fire escape was your entire relationship condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other.  If you used your imagination, you could almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes.  Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his mask.  Spider-Man, attempting to draw you in the moonlight.  Spider-Man, his hand on your waist and the other in your hair. Spider-Man.

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Borrowed Time

The series where Harry is mute

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio


Y/n never went back home. Instead, she spends winter break in the confines of Harry’s apartment—wrapped up in between his bedsheets to keep warm.

The usually cold and brutal winter that always made their skin numb is now warm to them—skin always accompanied by one another’s and feeling more than ever before. And with the mix of never ending company and the feel of the music that always seems to be playing in his apartment, they couldn’t have asked for a better way to start off their relationship.

They never do anything extravagant—never do anything that could take time away from one another. It’s in their simplicity do they find a sense of comfort throughout the festive season. They feel happiest in their own little world—away from everything and everyone, just focusing on them being together without any distractions.

With being so consumed by one another, they’ve learned more about each other than ever before—spending most days watching their favorite movies and baking new recipes they found in Harry’s favorite Christmas cookbook and spending the nights cuddled up against one another as Y/n somehow finds new things to talk about.

Each day, they fall in love with each other all over again. It’s as if their hearts unravel and trap each other in—giving them no means of escape, but neither of them want to.

Whenever she spends the night at his apartment, Harry has to spend nearly an hour each morning just to fight her from getting out of bed. It’s become a routine, Harry having to pull her from the edge of the bed so that he can cradle her back in his arms while she giggles and mumbles some excuses he doesn’t have the energy to listen to.

He just really, really, really loves the feel of her first thing in the morning, especially when the brutal feel of the blistering winds finds its way to his apartment. She’s much warmer than usual and her eyes are brighter and always glistened against the sun. Her lips, too—they are always so much fuller somehow that even in his mild awareness, he finds himself kissing them before he finally lets her slip away from the comfort of the sheets.

But this morning—this morning is different.

After a Christmas night filled with passion and inexperienced intimacy, Harry really doesn’t want to let her go. He’d much rather feel her uncovered body up against his all morning—soaking each other up and holding one another until the sun sets into the night.

It just sounds so right, to keep each other near and close after giving each other their last bit of innocence. Everything they had to offer one another was taken and used to make them whole, so that’s how they should be—together and whole for as long as they possibly can.

But when Harry feels Y/n begin to stir her way out of his arms, he knows she has very different plans.

And he’s just not having it.

He whimpers in his slumbered state, pulling her back against his chest with eyes half-lidded and breathing still steady. He’s holding onto her like never before, refusing to feel her side of the bed empty. He needs her, her, her, anywhere and everywhere as long as it’s with him. And despite having every bit of her last night, he hasn’t gotten enough and he needs her more.

She giggles softly against his neck, gingerly kissing the exposed skin as her fingers run along his jaw. She can already feel him falling back asleep from her touch, a content sigh leaving his lips at their closeness.

“Love, I gotta get up. Y’know me, can’t stay in bed once I’m awake.”

He groans as he shakes his head, somehow filling up the smallest of empty spaces between them and tucking his head into her shoulder. His nose is right up against her skin and he can smell her usual scent—vanilla and lavender from her usual body wash but much more filthy than usual.

She giggles again when she feels his bottom lip poke at her shoulder, her fingers reaching to his hair as she combs through it.

“Oh, none of that, H.” She tisks, thumbing the very exaggerated pout on his lips. “I’ll be right downstairs, won’t be going anywhere far.”

He rolls his body off of her, his back hitting against the mattress with a whine. His eyes remain closed but there’s a very noticeable furrow between his brows, and Y/n begins to wonder what he’s so worried about.

She frowns down at him, observing the rise of his goosebumps from the morning cold on his bare chest. It looks empty and lifeless without her head upon it, and though his body is no stranger to her, there’s something about it that seems much more inviting and she yearns to keep it closer than ever.

And she gets it—she gets his exaggerated whining and the worry in his eyes. After everything that happened to them the night before, he can’t leave her—he can't—and that’s exactly what she’s doing to him, even if it’s only a floor away.

Almost as if to reassure him, she goes with the feel of her heart and decides to spend the next couple hours of the freezing morning right beside him.


Harry loves watching Y/n in her most natural hours.

Her chest and elbows are leaning against the surface of the kitchen counter, one hand holding a mug of coffee while the other flips the pages of her favorite poetry book. Her upper body is clad with Harry’s favorite sweatshirt—ending right at the end of her underwear—leaving her legs exposed and on full display for all of Harry to see.

Despite her hair fully knotted and having an overall disheveled look to her, Harry decides that she looks best this way—in a way nobody other than him has gotten the chance to see—as if she was made for his eyes only.

And he has never seen such a beautiful sight in his life as she looks at him with the softest and most delicate of eyes, a small smile resting on her lips at his presence. Every bit of her looks inviting—like a place of comfort Harry could forever shield himself in.

She’s become so much more than his girlfriend—so much more than someone to call his own—she’s become his muse and his home, his haven and everything in between.

“You always look at me with longing even when I’m right here with you.”

He blinks at her, watching as her cheeks flush with pink under the watch of his amused eyes, loving how easily tranced he becomes in her.

She’s never been confident in herself. Ever since she was a little girl, she used her friendliness to somehow distract people from what she truly felt on the inside. She never truly touched base with her insecurities and never wanted to, so she always found ways to push the most damaging thoughts in the back of her head.

But Harry changed everything. He made her feel beautiful and loved in every way possible, she almost doesn’t understand how he could have so much of that love in him—especially for her. From the way he holds her all throughout the night to the small kisses and gestures whenever he has the chance, she feels it everywhere and she almost feels it in herself.

His sheepish smile confirms her statement, knowing fully that there will never be a moment he doesn’t want her, no matter where she is.

He walks slowly over to her, the smile never fading from his lips and the blush creeping back to Y/n’s cheeks as she turns her body to stretch her arms out at him. It’s the smallest moments like this that make them grateful for the kind of love they share—together.

He presses his lips to hers tenderly when he feels her fingers run across his stomach, his own fingers pushing the material of his sweatshirt up towards her breasts so that he can brush against the swell of them.

“Beautiful.” He whispers, quickly returning back to her lips as they softly release a whimper from the detachment.

She tastes so good—a mix of bitter and sweet from her coffee, leaving his mouth wanting more and more with each passing second. And what was supposed to be innocent turned to lust before they knew it—their movements much more haste and impatient.

In the midst of their desperation, Harry pushes her hips further against the edge of the counter, fingers digging into her skin as his mouth parts open with hers. They both moan into one another, completely consumed by the feeling of their relentless hands and feverish kisses.

Her hands are against his stomach, rubbing along his torso when he hitches her legs around his waist, leaving Harry in control of whatever it is that’s unfolding. Her squeal turns into a moan when his hips collide with hers, the friction making her head spin and body yearn for more.

He feels her hands creep toward the waistband of his sweatpants while his hands bundle up the sweatshirt over her breasts so that they’re fully exposed to him—revealing the most delicate parts of her.

And right as his lips attach to the valley of them, the ringing of the telephone breaks them from their moment.

“H—Harry, the phone.” Y/n gasps.

But he shows no sign of stopping when his teeth sink into an already bruised hickie from the night before, leaving her with shaking fingers between his hair and withering from the soreness. And he really can’t stop, because she feels like no other and she’s so addicting in every way possible. He wants her all to himself.

The answering machine almost dissolves into pure background noise for the both of them, too caught up in the moment.

“Hi, Harry, it’s your mum.”

Only five words and Harry feels the air being knocked right out of his lungs—seizing all his movements and thoughts as Y/n is left completely confused and panting upon the kitchen counter.

"I know it’s been a while and a lot has ended quite messy, but your father does miss you and well—we all miss you, Harry. We would really love for you to come over for dinner tonight as a late Christmas celebration. You don’t have to, but we’ll have an extra seat for you. And—uh—I love you so much. I wish you the best. Please call me soon.”

It’s as if the world around him is spinning faster than ever before—his brain overwhelmed with scrambled thoughts and ears ringing from the anxiety.

There would have been nothing to prepare him for this moment. He never thought he’d ever see his father again—much less be invited back over to his house after everything that’s happened. It’s been so long, he genuinely thought it was over—he thought all of the pain and fear was over, but his biggest nightmare is coming to life and he feels sick to his stomach.

His father is why he’s like this—mute and anxious in social situations. If his dad hadn’t repeatedly torn him down for never being good enough—hadn’t made him believe nobody would ever talk to a little shy boy—he would have probably gained the confidence to speak the more he matured.

But because his father shunned him for being shy and never making any friends, Harry was terrified of what people would think of him if he ever did make friends. Because if his own father didn’t love him, how could anybody else?

Y/n notices the tears in his eyes and his shallow breathing, which she’s quick to mend when her hands reach up to his cheeks. They’re hot and flushed, but all for the wrong reasons.

She frowns, lips peppering small kisses along his face in an attempt to bring him back to her. She doesn’t know much—or really anything—about Harry’s family life; all she knows is that she has never seen a picture of them in his house or any validation that he ever truly had one.

But as she catches the glimpse of fear in his eyes and the small quivering of his lips, he knows very well that there must have been something that went wrong. And even if she doesn’t know what it is that he went through, she knows that if he decides to do this or not, she’ll be right there with him.

“You’re scared.” She whispers, thumbs rubbing against his cheeks softly. “What is it you’re afraid of, baby? Talk to me, please.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, his lips pursing together as loose tears fall from his eyes.

He’s never talked about his family problems and because all of this has happened so quickly, his words get trapped in his throat. To genuinely talk about his family and come to terms with his emotions seems all too much for him, especially when it’s hard for him to speak in the first place.

Y/n clicks her tongue while shaking her head softly, wrapping her around his neck as he nests his cheek into her shoulder. His muscles instantly relax in her arms and has a sense of clarity in her comfort, but there’s still an undeniable thumping in his chest that just can’t seem to go away.

“You don’t have to talk about this, love, but maybe this will be good for you. You know, to test the waters with your family. Maybe this could help you in the long run.”

And he wants to believe her—he really, really fucking wants to believe her—but he knows he can’t. Anywhere in his father’s path is detrimental to Harry’s social anxiety and he knows it’ll only make this worse for him in the long run.

“Y/n.” Harry groans, detaching her arms from his neck so that he can stand properly. His teeth are grit and eyes are distant—looking anywhere but her own and he swallows thickly around his words. “There’s a reason I don’t talk to anybody.”

His words are cracked and desperate—like a plea for Y/n to understand that this is different, that there will never be a day he’ll be able to face his problems. There have been too many times he’s found his way back and he always walks away with a damaged heart.

Y/n watches the way his fingers fiddle around one another and how he can’t stand still, it’s like watching the battle in Harry’s head and watching him fall apart from it.

And no matter how much she loves him now—the way he is now, even without much speaking—she doesn’t want to watch him suffer for the rest of his life. He’s the most undeserving man, he deserves the world and she knows he does.

His heart is nothing but pure and damaged—in need of mending and love. It’s the best part of him, really. It’s what brought them together and she feels the need to protect it at all costs.

He doesn’t feel it, though. He doesn’t feel what his heart has to offer and doesn’t see how it makes him so strong. He only sees himself as a ruin—a lost cause with nothing left to fight for, and he doesn’t deserve it. After what he’s been through, she needs him to understand that he is so much more than he thinks he is.

Because he is—he really is—no matter what he believes.

She holds his head in her hands to distract him from his consuming thoughts. His eyes shift in her gaze as he lets out a small breath.

“I just think it’ll be best to try again. I know—I see how hard it is for you to live the way that you do and I want to be here for you through everything. Things could be different this time—things could actually end well and you might be able to push through this. Because I know you, Harry, more than anybody else right now and I know you can push through this.”

She presses her forehead against his with a sigh leaving her lips, her thumbs running along his knuckles.

“And if there is any point you feel uncomfortable or upset, we can walk right out and leave. Just know that I will be there for you no matter what, okay? Just asking for you to try.”

It’s because she sounds so sure of herself that Harry actually agrees to go to the dinner. He knows that if it were a matter of him going alone, he would never even consider it. But knowing she is going to be right by his side—holding his hand through it all—maybe he doesn’t have to be so scared.

Maybe, it’ll actually be different this time.


It’s not different.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s really not any different than he expected it to be.

Upon their arrival, Harry’s mum and sister nearly fainted from seeing him at the front door. They thought their invitation would go dismissed, like the way Harry’s ignored them for the past three years. But looking at him for the first time in what felt like forever, they were nothing short of thrilled.

And to make it even better, he brought a girl. Harry was holding her hand tightly, keeping her tucked right into his side so that he could feel her with every step he took.

Anne and Gemma swore they had never seen something so heartwarming in their life—to the point where tears sprung from their eyes and arms flinging around their bodies. Y/n didn’t even have to introduce herself properly for them to love and approve of her, anybody who gets Harry to open up—in any way possible—is enough for them.

He was calm when it was just the four of them, Harry watching Y/n hit it off with his family so effortlessly. He noticed the fondness in all their eyes and this was how he wanted it to be forever.

But once they sat down for dinner, Harry knew something was about to happen.

His father didn’t acknowledge neither him nor Y/n in the slightest. Instead, he acted as if they weren’t there and only carried conversations with the rest of his family. And Harry wasn’t sure if he preferred it that way or not—wasn’t sure if he’d rather have his father at least notice him and hate him or have his father neglect him.

Y/n was trying to make the best out of the situation and he could tell. She found her way to the conversations even if his father didn’t respond to her, and still remained her perky self while doing so. She seemed unfazed through it all, almost like she didn’t feel the overwhelming amount of tension that surrounded the room.

She does it for him, though. She knew that if she showed just how uncomfortable his father was making her—he’d never be able to survive this dinner. She had to play strong enough for his sake.

But now that dinner has passed by and all that’s left are empty plates of food and mindless mingling, Harry feels nothing short of uncomfortable and misplaced under his father’s glare. It’s as if he’s waiting for Harry to speak out in the conversation, or do much of anything to make his presence known.

Y/n can see the soft shaking of Harry’s head and can feel the sweat on his palms with each passing second—just waiting for the end of the night so that they can go home and be alone at last.

“You know, Y/n, I never thought Harry would have a girlfriend.”

It’s the first time tonight his father spoke to Y/n directly, making the conversation she was having with Gemma come to a pause as she looked over at him with confusion. There’s a small pout on her lips as she tilts her head in question, almost unsure as to what he was implying. He has no expression on his face, only a small scoff and disapproving look in his eyes.

“How so? He’s lovely, any girl would be very lucky to have him. I’m just happy it’s me who does.”

Her fingers squeeze his thigh under the tablecloth; as if to tell him that there’s nothing to worry about. If his father wants to try hard enough to get to Harry, he has to try to get through her, first.

His father grumbles, his eyes shifting away from hers. The tenseness is his body seems to lighten, though, when an almost sadistic laugh falls from his lips—finding whatever he’s thinking quite amusing and entertaining.

“Isn’t it disheartening? Doesn’t it get boring, to be with a little boy who can’t even get his mouth to open? You seem to be a very intelligent, mature lady—I can tell by the way you talk. Don’t you think it’s a man’s purpose to be with somebody like you?”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut, trying to silence the sudden voices in his head and focus on the feel of Y/n’s tightening hand.

All the childhood fights, all the times Harry had crawled underneath his bed during the night to get away from it all, and all the times Harry almost had the guts to speak up for himself only to be shut down from his father are all replaying in Harry’s head.

The anxiety creeps to his bones and in his muscles, straining him of all that’s left of his strength and leaving him with nothing but a shaking body and lack of control. Every part of him that felt alive before all of this is slowly dying at the seems—ready to be ripped out on his father’s account.

In any other situation, Y/n would have kept her mouth shut if it meant getting the support and approval of Harry’s family. But this—the way he’s talking about Harry as if he’s not right next to her, disrespecting him for something beyond his control is just not okay with her.

She’d rather stand up for the man she loves and believes in instead of watching him suffer in silence—the way his mum and sister are—with fear.

“Harry may not be a man of many words, but he’s the best thing I’ve got. There is so much more to him than his voice. There is so much more to him than you will ever know because you decided to be a shit father and give up on him without giving him a chance. He holds so much more potential than you could ever see, and that’s what’s wrong here. Harry’s not the problem, him being mute is not the problem, it’s you. Because why is it that everybody else can accept him and love him for who he is besides you?!”

The aftermath of her words silences everything around them. Nobody moves, nobody dares makes a sound besides their harsh breathing, because there could be something that makes either one of them snap and nobody wants to be the one to do so.

Y/n’s hands are in fists upon the table, eyes locked with his in fury and jaw so tight she almost doesn’t even look like herself. She’s turned into an entirely different woman with just the thought of Harry getting into harm’s way.

And although Harry really wants to show her appreciation for her words, he’s too panicked that he’s going to die from not being able to fucking breathe.

The silence is overwhelming, but Y/n is not giving up on him—on Harry. He had to live through this for far too long and she’s not allowing it anymore. He deserves better than this treatment—deserves better than to be looked down upon by somebody who’s supposed to be his provider.

“He’s the best thing you’ve got, yeah?”

His father is playing with his bottom lip, eyes narrowed and eyes in the same unpleasant manner as before. His voice is softer, though, more understanding than before and they both don’t know what to expect out of the conversation.

Y/n nods without hesitation, “He is.”

He watches as Y/n looks more determined and positive as ever, not a doubt or a trace of a lie in her features.

She means it—with her whole heart—she means it and she’ll never let anybody make her go back on her word. And she doesn’t have to say it twice, because Harry knows she’s genuine when she says it.

“You must have a very pathetic life, then.”

Harry’s eyes don’t move from their trance on the table—his body doesn’t make a move under his words. This is just how it always ends, and he just don’t know why he still fucking comes back here every goddamn time.

His throat is tight and his eyes are filled with tears. His skin is full of sweat and he swears his heart is beating much faster than it should. And even though he’s experienced this all before, knowing Y/n is being belittled by his father too makes it worse.

"We’re done here.” Y/n says sternly, grabbing ahold of Harry’s hand.

Y/n could have stood up for Harry much more, but she knew that if she started an even bigger brawl than what was already unfolding, Harry wouldn’t have been able to handle it.

He’s already drained of color and crying silently within his lost mind, and she’s absolutely terrified for his health.

She’s nearly dragging him out the door, Harry occasionally tripping over his own feet as he’s being drowned with the voices and the thumping in his chest. The world around him seems to be drowning and he can’t keep up with it all.

He just can’t.

“You can’t only keep her around because she’s the only one that’ll fight your battles for you, Harry! It’s only a matter of time before she realizes that you have nothing to offer her! You can’t give her anything with the way you are. You’re worthless!”

Before he could spew any more insults in Harry’s way, Y/n shuts the door in his face.


Harry knows his father was right.

In the long run, he doesn’t have much to offer her. He can’t be the boyfriend that she deserves to have.

He can’t be the boyfriend that can remind her of how much she’s loved or cared for. He can’t be the boyfriend to sing her to sleep whenever she can’t, or be the boyfriend to say his vows at their wedding for all to hear. He can’t be the boyfriend that—God forbid something were to happen to her—can ask for somebody to help her, or be the boyfriend to sway her family’s heart.

He can’t be anything to her besides somebody that she can sleep with at night and wake up to in the morning. Because that’s all it will be, and she’ll get so tired of being the one to be the only one talking to the other.

He’s nothing in her life, and that’s exactly why he can’t look at her anymore.

“Can you please just say something to me, Harry? I need to know why you’re upset with me or else we can never work through this.”

But how can they work through this when he can’t talk to her the way she wants him to?

Instead of answering right away, Harry presses on the gas pedal even harder than before. In the mix of all his emotions—anger, frustration, sad, and absolutely terrified—the only proper thought that can retain in Harry’s mind is dropping Y/n back to her apartment so that she doesn’t have to keep torturing herself with him.

The longer he feels her presence next to him, the more he realizes that he can’t love her the way she deserves to be loved—even if he really, really, really does love her with every ounce of his being.

“It was only—“ He swallows thickly, “It was only a matter of time before this was going to happen, Y/n.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as she turns her head over to Harry, who has his lips pursed in a straight line while his eyes remain on the road.

There’s something different in him, now—something unreadable in his expressions and it’s something she’s never seen before. He seems broken somehow, like a man who’s been damaged one too many times that he’s become numb—emotionless with nothing left to feel.

“Before what was going to happen, Harry?”

She has an idea about what his words meant, but she doesn’t want to believe it. Not coming from him—not coming from the man who’s shown her nothing but how much love he has for her. There’s no way he could be doing this to her. He can’t do this to her.

“We were never going to last, Y/n. This was over long ago, we’re just on borrowed time.”

Borrowed time.

The sound of it leaves an unusually disturbing churn in Y/n’s stomach and a foul taste in her mouth. She feels as though Harry is taking his own hand and digging into Y/n’s chest, just so that he can grab ahold of Y/n’s heart and rip it to shreds himself.

Her hand subconsciously grabs onto the handle of the car door, eyes glistening with tears and lungs not daring to breathe. The air—instead of it being filled with their love—is now thicker and colder than ever.

She’s never been so confused—so lead on and so scared as to what is happening to them. They were supposed to make this last, they were supposed to make each other happy for the rest of their lives. He promised her he would, too—promised her nothing but love and trust in him.

But what is happening to them?

“How long have you thought that?”

She was tentative to ask, but she just has to know. She has to know if she’s done everything she’s done for nothing or if it actually held some sort of purpose at the time.

She’s terrified beyond words to find out the answer.

“Before or after you decided to sleep with me?”

Harry doesn’t want to make it seem like he never wanted this—never wanted her. He doesn’t want to make her think that he went through all that he did with her just to expect them to break up so soon. Because he didn’t, he never did. He would have never let her give him her virginity if he knew all of this was going to happen.

He loves her too much to do that to her, but also loves her enough to set her free.

So he decides to not answer her because not saying anything at all is easier for him than saying something he doesn’t mean. And he knows he will if it means letting her go and letting her move onto bigger and better things.

And it’s in his silence and twitch of his eyes does she find his answer.

“So you didn’t mean what you said last night. That we fit perfectly—that it’s like we’re meant to be? Or were they just words to you?”

A sob rips from inside of her when he still gives her nothing. She has never felt so hurt before—has never felt so betrayed. And suddenly, her skin feels dirty—sickened by what he’s done to her and how she could have been so stupid as to let it happen.

She feels it now, too. She feels the way his hands touched her that night, the way his lips kissed her that night, the way his hips rutted against hers and she feels so fucking filthy—used and used and used just for his own personal gain.

“Stop the car.”

It’s a weak demand, but Harry is pained to hear it. He has to hold himself back from comforting her and saying how terribly sorry he is for lying to her the way he is. But it’s just easier this way.

“I said stop the fucking car, Harry!”

Her yelling makes him flinch, and without hesitation makes him pull over to the side of the road. And the second he does so, he knows he shouldn’t have because he’d never be able to live with himself if he let Y/n walk in the cold alone, especially at night.

And right as he’s about to turn back, the sound of her hysteria makes his stop everything he’s doing. Her sobs are relentless in her hands and the thickest of tears fall from Harry’s eyes when he looks at the damage he’s done.

She looks helpless and utterly destroyed—he would have never thought of doing this to her if he’d known this is what would come out of it.

His heart is breaking at the sight of her like this.

As if on instinct, Harry reaches his hand over to her shoulder in an attempt to keep her calm. And even when they’re so close, they have never felt more emotionally distant than they do right now.

“No! Don’t touch me! Don’t you ever touch me again!”

She isn’t sure if she means it or not, but the devastating look Harry gives her at her words proves that he knows she did.

The second his touch leaves hers, he feels them falling apart.

It really is over now.

She’s never felt more pathetic and humiliated in her life. Everything she thought was so real ended up being one of the biggest lies she’s ever lived. He had her fooled for months now and she had not a single clue—but she guesses that’s what happens when she falls in love too quickly.

She feels easy.

She swallows her cries as she opens the car door, not knowing where the hell she is or where the hell she’s going, but knowing that no matter where she ends up, it’ll be much better than being with him. 

“I hate you. I never want to see you again, not after this. Not after all that you’ve done to me.”

Harry’s eyes widen at her words, mouth falling open and a gasp falling from his lips. The reality of her words hits him with so much force that he genuinely feels every last bit of him fall apart.

And it’s when she walks away from him—from his life—that he breaks.

He chokes out a sob as his fingers grip the steering wheel, eyes as wide as ever and mouth not daring to shut.

Everything hurts. Every bone in his body feels like it’s breaking and every muscle feels like they’re tearing apart. It hurts so fucking much and Harry can’t stop crying, throwing his head back against the car seat as his hand hits the steering wheel in the midst of his hysteria.

She hates him.

But it’s better this way.

Naruto’s Fatherhood

Okay, I’ve been seeing this whole idea going around for a while and felt the need to address it. A main point in the Boruto movie/series is that Boruto is frustrated with Naruto for not being around due to his Hokage duties. This leads to many fans assuming that Naruto is a bad father by choice. Let’s begin.

Naruto was inaugurated as Hokage after his kids were born. They were both young when this happened, so why is this relevant? Because Naruto had more time on his hands to spend with them, being a father, as he continued chasing his dream. What does this mean? Boruto and Himawari have experienced Naruto’s fatherhood before and after him taking the title of Hokage. 

For children who have consistently been ignored by a parent, it’s safe to assume that by the time they are 11 or 12, they’ve become accustomed to it. Why then, would a child who is accustomed to being ignored and neglected, be so upset about that fact when it’s all they know? Let me remind you all of this scene here at the end of The Last: 

Does this look like a bad father to you? They both attack him, and he receives them with open arms. He suggests a snowball fight, giving in immediately to their request. Children who’ve been ignored wouldn’t feel so carefree as to run into their parent’s arms, demanding that the parent play with them. Is it really that difficult then to make the connection that Naruto, who wanted nothing more than a bond, a family, someone who would receive his love and reciprocate it, gave his kids all of the free time that he had? This brings me to conclude this:

When all of that changes after Naruto becomes increasingly busy in his new position as Hokage, Boruto doesn’t understand how to cope with these feelings because he’s never felt that way before. This is the best explanation for his behavior then. He’s openly upset because he feels as though Naruto suddenly forgot about them, because he’s not getting the same attention he once was. Let me point you to this scene here, in Boruto the Movie where Boruto is looking at all of the photographs in Naruto’s study. 

In all of the photographs leading up to the one farthest right, appearing to be the most recent, Naruto is present and they all appear incredibly joyful. This only solidifies the idea that Naruto had been a wonderful father up until his Hokage inauguration. 

Naruto, on the other hand, has finally achieved his lifelong dream, and being someone who puts everything they have into everything they do, he works hard at his job because it was he who worked so hard to create the peace that he now has the task of maintaining. Is he perfect? No. Naruto has never had to balance family life and work life. He’s always been alone, never having to consider others in his decisions. It’s not difficult to understand then, that Naruto genuinely wouldn’t have understood the implications this would have for his family.

Naruto has never learned how to be any type father, good or bad. He has no example to follow or deviate from. When you’ve never experienced something for yourself, how are you to act upon the situation when it arises? At some point, Boruto brought up his feelings to Naruto in some way, probably through an angry outburst. So how does Naruto handle it? He over-exhausts himself, trying to make everyone happy by maintaining his shadow clones all day in order to get the maximal amount of work done possible and keep his kids from totally hating him. For someone who has desired nothing more than the acknowledgment of those around him since day 1, this behavior makes sense. 

I mean, the disappointment he feels when he’s messed up again? He’s trying his best with nothing to guide him. He sends Boruto congratulatory e-mails, he gives him a pep talk, he wants Boruto to feel acknowledged. Is this the best way to go about it? Maybe not, especially compared to the attention he must’ve given his kids before his new position. But, I sincerely doubt that Naruto is a bad father, nor does he want to be one. It’s a difficult situation for them. The new Boruto series is currently set before the Boruto movie during their academy days, so this must be during the onset of Naruto’s run as a Hokage. Therefore, that scene in today’s episode where he goes straight to bed after coming home is probably before Boruto brings his frustration to his father’s attention, so Naruto is probably unaware of the way his kids are feeling. 

However, Boruto quickly comes to understand Naruto and his struggles when he witnesses him fight the Otsusukis during the movie. Faced with the prospect of losing his father completely, his eyes have been opened to some of the difficulties Naruto faced in his youth. He decides that Naruto shouldn’t have to face more difficulties from the people he loves the most. He comes to terms with the situation by the end of Boruto the Movie, eventually accepting that this is the situation that they are in, and that he’s going to have to make the best of it. 

And if his own son can accept that this is Naruto’s new fatherhood, I don’t see why you guys can’t. 

TL;DR, Naruto’s fatherhood definitely has some bumps in the road, there’s no denying that. However, his intentions as a father are clear, and those are that he loves his kids and wants them to be happy, like a GOOD father would.

Seven Things About Supernatural: 13x01 - “Lost And Found”

Oh hey.  The show’s back.  

Honestly.  This is mid-season or season-ender level crying happening.  And shit, I am so fucking here for it. 

  1. Jack is his father’s son.  Not Lucifer’s, despite his parentage, but Castiel’s.  He doesn’t understand, but he wants to.  He isn’t cruel, he isn’t violent.  He’s something that doesn’t fit.  Both of them want guidance from a missing father.  He even looks a bit like Cas, and the scenes in the police station – light bulbs exploding as he passes, being stabbed in the chest to no effect – are callbacks to Cas’ entrance in 4x01.   

    (He also takes after his uncle Gabriel, what with the Nougat thing.  And the t-shirt is kind of an awesome nod to what Dean “sees” in him – i.e. the son of Satan – via the horns.)

    But yeah.  He just wants his dad.  He was just looking for his dad.  I wonder who that sounds like…
  2. Miriam – aka drunk fries angel – was a highlight.  She’s merciless and damn good at her job, trailing the Winchesters to get intel while just sort of casually fucking with them.  She writes “BITCH” in the dust of Baby’s back window, and she’s brutal in her fight with Dean.  She knows how to make things hurt emotionally and physically, and makes decisions in the moment in ways that reminded me that I might have a very specific competence kink. 

    She reads Dean perfectly.  Anything?  Nope, Cas is dead.  You want your son safe?  Kill that guy and we’ll deal.  I’m gonna die?  Fine, but I’m taking a shot at the Nephil on the way out.

    She’s absolutely not a good person, but she’s a badass in ways that are satisfying as hell to watch.  Also, her actor – Carlena Britch – apparently did all of her own fight work.  (She also fractured her thumb filming with Jensen, so she’s a badass IRL.)
  3. She also conjures up the ghost of Becky Rosen.  Which…okay, I’m coming out of the text for a little bit on this one, because this was a thing that in the text is a little bit of a throwaway in the sense that we know how the angels feel about the Winchesters being a destabilizing, selfish force. 

    But the name Becky, that we’re supposed to hear.  And she uses it, over and over, so that if we miss it the first time, we’ll catch it.  And then she describes a really thoughtless, selfish person who breaks whatever she wants without concern for others in her own pursuit of satisfaction and amusement.

    Guys, I think Dabb might have called the disruptive, abusive edges of fandom out for their bullshit.  The ones who scream at the writers, the ones who kill the fun for other fans, the ones who are dicks at cons, etc.  And that’s…fascinating?  Because I know that Becky is a character a lot of folks have analyzed and tried to rehabilitate a little, even though she (and a lot of the fans portrayed in 5x09) are not a positive portrayal of fans in the same way some later portrayals are (e.g. 10x05).

    And if that’s what he’s doing, that only really exists inside that scene – because we probably aren’t supposed to self-identify this way via Dean after Miriam calls him a Becky – but…

    Anyway, it’s possible I’m projecting and seeing subtext where it’s not there, but I saw it the first time ‘round and in my morning rewatch and…yeah.  I can’t unsee it.   
  4. Dean’s prayer fucks me up something terrible.  

    “We’ve lost everything, and now you’re gonna bring him back.  Okay?  You’re gonna bring back Cas, you’re gonna bring back mom.  You’re gonna bring ‘em all back.  All of ‘em.  Even Crowley.  ‘Cause after everything you’ve done, you owe us, you son of a bitch.  So you get your ass down here and you make this right, right here, right now.”

    This isn’t the first time he’s excused himself to the back of the building to try and contact an absent father, and gone unheard.  He knows how this goes.  You can see it in his face.  He tries to have faith.  He gets nothing.  

    Arguably, Dean’s quarrel with Chuck in 11x21 still stands.  Nothing has changed.  He’s still getting screwed over by a father’s willful absence.

    And then there’s this: 

    “We’ve lost everything, and now you’re gonna bring him back.  Okay?  You’re gonna bring back Cas…”

    He can’t even say that Cas is dead to Sam when they go looking for Jack, but he knows it.  He saw the wing prints.  Miriam taunted him with it.  He’s fucked-up about losing Mary yet again – evidenced by his nightmare after Jack knocks him out – but this is the loss hitting him the hardest.  It’s Cas’ body that’s his to prepare, his to burn.  

    You’re gonna bring back Cas, you’re gonna bring back mom.  You’re gonna bring ‘em all back.  All of ‘em.  Even Crowley.

    (That’s not an echo of ”I love you.  I love all of you.”  Not at all.)

    “Well goodbye, Cas…”

  5. And hey, if Dean’s prayer didn’t fuck you up completely, Sam teaching Jack about funerals – Jack who is an orphan now, watching both of his parents burn – is there to cause the leak in your ceiling that will pour water on your face.  

    “You say thank you.  And you say you’re sorry.  You hope they’re somewhere without sadness, pain.  You hope they’re somewhere better.  You say goodbye.”

    Like, for all folks were complaining toward the end of Hellatus about who Sam is on the show of late – i.e. purely analytical, unfeeling – this ep was fantastic for centering him as this sort of mediating force who’s trying to work big picture despite the loss, trying to take all data into account.  

    And also trying not to die, because he was fucking terrified in that jail cell.

    Which hey, understandable.  And if we’re giving Miriam competence kink points for adusting on the fly, Sam earned his in bulk.  Plus, he totally headbutted an angel.  So hey.  Sam fucking Winchester.
  6. Actually, let’s just take a second to laugh about how scary Jack both is and isn’t.  Because he’s not doing most of the exotic, terrifying things on purpose.  He just does them when he’s scared.  And he knows almost nothing about his abilities, but he’s learning what he can as fast as he can after “growing up fast” as per his mother’s recommendation.  

    His sense of self seems kind of nebulous.  He “was” Kelly, though we don’t really know what he means by that exactly.  When he uses his powers he feels somehow disconnected from them.  

    And he gets hungry and the lights flicker we’re all like, “OH SHIT CLARK,” and then nope, he’s just magically stealing candy from the vendo.  And he feels really badly about frightening and hurting Clark and Sheriff Barker.

    He’s still figuring out shoes, y’all.  Shoes.
  7. So I can’t help but notice that Sam doesn’t share the Castiel-as-Jack’s-father bombshell with Dean.  Which, uh, I debated leaving as a bonus thing, or rolling into #5, but I think it’s significant enough to mention on its own, because this is a) kind of a big fucking deal with regard to understanding Jack, and b) kind of a serious fucking omission on Sam’s part. 

    Which…historically….well, Sam does that a lot.  And he usually has a reason, but it also usually has consequences, so batten down the hatches for that, I suppose.

Bonus Thing: Sheriff Barker is a gift.  I mean, she got the talk basically right out of the gate, and she advocates on behalf of people others call crazy or strange, and I kind of hope we see her again.  

Bonus Thing 2: Hey, are we still using Baby as a gauge for Dean’s wellbeing?  Because, uh…she needs some TLC.  

Bonus Thing 3: There is a moment during the Miriam v. Dean fight that is fucking amazing blink-and-you’ll-miss-it physical comedy.  He picks up a hat tree, she smashes the end off, then smashes it in half, and Dean does this cartoon panic and tosses the pieces up in the air.  

Like, seriously.  I need to learn to gif for moments like that. 

Bonus Thing 4: The universe screamed at Dagon’s death.  Presumably it did at Ramiel’s and Azazel’s, too?  Guess that’s how Asmodeus gets the memo…

Here Are My Colors

Anthony Ramos x Reader

Requested: anthony x reader where reader is anthony’s longterm girlfriend who stuck with him through him never being home, missing out on date nights for rehearsals & performances, & really through everything together. when the show hits broadway, anthony starts staying waaay later than he has to @ the theatre & on readers 3 year anni with him, he insists he has to stay late at the theatre when they already had plans together & reader discovers it was just bc he wanted to hang out with jasmine

Words: 6,149 (i get it man, I’m so extra)

Warnings:  swearing, cheating, AND angst, SO much angst, I’m sorry

A/N: I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS FIC TO THE MOST AMAZING PERSON, ELL @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky. THANK YOU FOR LOOKING OVER THIS & FOR LITERALLY MAKING ME LAUGH & SMILE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. I LOVE YOU & I APPRECIATE THE SHIT OUTTA YA GIRL. Y’ALL GO CHECK HER OUT, SHE SLAYS THE GAME EVERYDAY.

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2 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,134

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut

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The Arrangement (pt 7)

A/N: I lied, the angst shall come in the upcoming part.


When you and Jimin returned to your parents, still holding hands, you found all four huddled near Jimin’s mom’s phone, staring at something. 

“Look at how cute they are!” she practically squealed. You saw your parents also smiling warmly at the screen. 

“Hey, what do you got there?” Jimin asks, startling everyone as they didn’t see you both return. 

“Oh, just the photo I took this morning!” his mom said, not even trying to hid it.

“eomma!” Jimin protested.

“What, it’s cute. Take a look for yourself” she said as she handed you both the phone. You and Jimin looked at the photo and you felt yourself blush looking at the picture. You both looked so….comfortable. So peaceful even. You could have fooled anyone. But of course, you both were actually going to be trying now right?

“At this rate, we can be expecting grandchildren in no time!” His mom continued.

“EOMMA!” Jimin protested again, this time even louder. 

“WHAT? We’re not going to lie, we figured it would take you both to get to know each other and get comfortable being a married couple but you guys seem to be getting along wonderfully. Well of course, it’s been a few months since you’ve been married, but still! And we’re not going to live forever, is it so bad to want grandchildren already?” his mom whined back.

You and Jimin just stood there, flustered. 

The following weeks were….pretty great. You and Jimin followed a similar routine from before his parents had arrived at your house, but you two were far more comfortable with each other. Many nights, you both stayed up hours learning more and more about each other. 

One night, you were about to start getting the groceries ready for cooking when Jimin’s father had come to the kitchen.

“Me and the Mrs. are going to have a date of our own tonight Y/N, so no need to make dinner for us as well. Why don’t you and Jimin go on a date too!” He said excitedly. Jimin’s father was dressed for his date, and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“How do you the two of you do it?” You ask.

“Do what honey?” he asked.

“Be in love as if it’s the first day?” you said, smiling almost sadly. Would you ever had what Jimin’s parents had? What your own parents had? 

“Me and Jimin’s mom… we were like you and Jimin. We also had an arranged marriage. And back then, I was dreading it. But the moment I saw Jimin’s mom, I knew I was whipped. I strongly believe that we are soulmates. And because our marriage is so happy, we only wanted the same for Jimin. We were so worried that the two of you wouldn’t get along, but looks like we didn’t have anything to worry about after all” He said warmly. You only smiled in response. “Good night, sweety” he said, as he retreated back to go and get his wife. 

As they were heading out the door, they ran into none other than Jimin. “Are you two going somewhere?” he asked.

“We’re going on a date!” his mother chimes.

“Oh, have fun!” Jimin says. 

“Yah, why don’t you take Y/N out too? You two haven’t had much alone time since we moved in. This is as much for you guys as it is for us” his father whispers as he heads out the door. 

“Bye kids! Don’t wait up for us!” his mother says loudly as she closes the door behind them, leaving a flustered Jimin standing at the door, looking towards you. 

“Hey you” you say, smiling at him,

“Hey” he says, smiling back.

“What are you in the mood for? Looks like it’s just us for dinner” you say, looking back at the groceries. 

“I was thinking Chinese? How about instead of staying in, you can show me that Chinese place you were talking about? I still need to know if it’s better than my place after all” he said, smiling as he ran his hands through his hair. 

You jumped a little in excitement. You were tired today and cooking was the last thing on your mind when you got back from work, so this was a treat. And if you were looking into it, it was your first date with Jimin. 

Jimin smiled at your excitement. He realized he had just asked you out…on a date. Why was that so weird, you were his wife after all. 

“I’ll be ready in a few!” you said, as you almost ran back to the room to change. You looked through your wardrobe, wondering what to wear tonight. Should you dress up? Or go casual? Or would that seem like you didn’t care? But you also didn’t want him to think that you were trying too hard? You quickly scanned through the entirety of your clothes, and finally settled on some dark skinny jeans and your favorite baby pink blouse. 

Jimin had changed quickly outside in the bedroom while you were getting ready, but he too found himself skimming through his wardrobe wondering what to wear. He put on some cologne, making sure it wasn’t overwhelming and headed back to the living room to wait for you.

As you soon came out, he found himself staring at you again. He now had no problem admitting to himself that you were beautiful. The skinny jeans did your legs some justice as they showcased them beautifully. The baby pink was a lovely color that matched your skin tone and your loose curls flowed freely. You were truly stunning no matter what you wore. 

“Is there something on my face…?” you asked when you noticed him staring. You started to wipe at your cheeks and looked at your hands, expecting something to be there.

“Oh..no no, it’s nothing” Jimin said as he smiled and stood up.


You spent the car ride to the restaurant talking about both of your days and eventually started talking about your respective companies. The ride the restaurant was somewhat quick, so your conversation easily flowed even as you sat down at a table. You knew the staff here quite well, even the chef as it was somewhere you frequented. 

The chef came out to greet you and as you held a small conversation with him, Jimin couldn’t stop looking at your smile as you talked to the elderly man. It was then that he realized he hadn’t met one person who didn’t like you. You were well liked by just about everyone and you treated everyone with respect, no matter how rich you were. That was not something he could say for most of the girls he knew, especially his ex.

“Do you have anything in particular you would like to try?” you asked him suddenly, bringing Jimin out of his trance.

“Uhhh” he said as he looked at the menu, realizing he never got the chance to go through it. “Why don’t you just order for us?” he said, not wanting to waste more time.

You ended up ordering Jimin’s favorite and some other dishes as well. He couldn’t help but feel warm when he realized that you had remembered so much about him. 

The food arrived shortly after and Jimin found you staring at him eagerly as he went to go take his first bite, as if you made the food yourself. With the first bite he knew, this place was clearly the winner. The food was delicious, and even though it was a much smaller restaurant and a family run restaurant nonetheless, the taste was far superior. He turned to look back up at you, waiting to eat after hearing his verdict.

“Ok ok…you…you win” he said 

“Yes!!” you said, a little louder than you were working. Some people turned to look in your direction and you became flustered immediately. “oops” you said, finally reaching out to eat some food of your own. 


“How was the food sweety?” the old man asked when both you and Jimin were near done eating.

“You have truly outdone yourself once again Ajusshi. It’s amazing” you said, smiling at him.

“I’m glad you and your husband enjoyed my food” he said, as he took some of the empty plates away. 

“Do you have any room for dessert or are you going down to the dessert stand again?” the man asked as he was about to walk away.

“Hhm…I think I’ll take him to the dessert stand if you don’t mind. I’ll get some dessert here next time!” she said, excitedly. Soon after, you and Jimin paid and left the restaurant. Jimin walked towards his car, but you dragged him away. “It’s only a little walk away from here. Can we walk?” you asked. The weather at night was so pleasant and you couldn’t let go of the opportunity to spend time outside. 

“Sure” he said. You two walked side by side and while it was silent between the two of you for the first time tonight, it was comfortable. Jimin was taking in the scene as he saw all the shops and restaurants nearby. There was a small park to the corner and he could soon smell something sweet in the air. You were just smiling at the pleasant weather, smiling at just about everything. 

“Here we are!” you said a few minutes later. You both had walked up to a small little dessert stand right across from the park. The vendor knew you quite well too, since you would usually get dessert here after having dinner at the chinese restaurant. 

The had a relatively small menu, but they were well known for their fish waffles with soft serve ice cream on top. You knew Jimin secretly had a sweet tooth, and you could see a small smile on his face when he saw all the options. 

“Do you know what you want? I’ve tried I think everything here” you say happily. 

“Uhh I don’t know Y/N! Just get me one of whatever you’re having” he says, turning back to you.

You turn to face the handsome man operating the stand. “I’ll have two of the regulars oppa” you say. 

“Wah, Y/N, haven’t seen you much since you got married” he says, as he starts to fill the waffle iron. Jimin figured you both were going to get the waffle ice cream dessert, but why did you call him oppa?

“Oppa?” he asked, not being able to hold back?

“Yeah, he’s a neighborhood oppa! Me and my parents used to live somewhere nearby when I was a kid and my dad would bring me here a lot as a kid. Me and Jae Hyun oppa grew up together I guess!” you said. 

“Yeah, but she doesn’t come by a lot anymore. Not since you two got married anyways. It’s nice to meet you!” Jae Hyun says as he reaches a hand out to Jimin. Jimin shook his hand, and though he was slightly jealous of your relationship with him, he knew it was harmless. 

“Same ice cream as usual?” he asks you. 

“Uhm, I’ll have the caramel ice cream. Jimin what do you want to try?” you ask.

“Uh, I’ll have the chocolate” Jimin says, quickly skimming through the flavors they had available. Soon after, you both picked your toppings and said farewell to Jae Hyun after paying. 

“Do you want to walk around the park for a bit while we eat this? I wouldn’t want to spill anything in your car” you offered.

“Sure, that sounds nice” he said. He doesn’t really remember the last time he was on a proper date. Although he didn’t know if this was considered one since you were practically leading the way. But that didn’t stop his heart from beating as if it were a first date. He hadn’t had one of those in…years. Not since high school. It was always casual hook ups. Nothing lasted long, except for the relationship with his ex that lasted about half a year. He had soon realized the relationship was toxic and she was only out for his money, so he cut it off with her. 

Jimin didn’t know if he liked the dinner or dessert more, but he knew that he liked spending the time with you. Any of his “dates” would always recommend all the high end places for dinner, so this was actually a real treat. You both strolled the park, that was not too busy this time at night. A few people walking here and there. A few other couples too. Jimin was surprised by how comfortable he was in this situation. He was thoroughly enjoying the night, and any stress he had was slowly melting away, like the ice cream in the waffle. It reminded him of his childhood, when his life wasn’t so full of worries. 

You two eventually sat at a little bench facing a little playground. 

“Hey, I think there’s something on top of your ice cream!” Jimin says, pointing to the ice cream peeking out of the fish’s mouth. 

“What?” you look down at the ice cream and find nothing out of the ordinary. But before you knew it, Jimin had placed his hand under your hand that was holding the dessert and push it up slightly, causing your nose to land on the ice cream. You felt the cold sensation on your nose. 

“Yah!” you almost yelled. “Why’d you do that?!” you asked, but now laughing. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, 

Jimin let out a hearty laughter. You looked absolutely adorable with the ice cream on your nose and around your mouth, even though it was just a little. Luckily, you had a napkin and wiped it off shortly after. 

“I used to do that all the time when I was a kid. No one saw it coming!” he said, thinking he had got the best of you. But while he laughed, you took your ice cream and shoved it lightly on his face. He stopped laughing immediately and looked at you in shock. 

“No…YOU didn’t see it coming!” you giggled as you handed him a clean napkin. He started laughing again, realizing that you had got him good. 

You both then sat there in a comfortable silence, just looking out on the empty playground. The breeze blew threw ever so lightly and Jimin turned to look at you. Your hair blew beautifully along with the breeze and the moonlight illuminated wonderfully on your skin. He scanned the outline of your face, and when he eyes landed on the side of your lips, he started to laugh again. 

“What?” you asked, turning to him. “What’s so funny?” you asked again. He just kept laughing. “Well come on, do share what’s funny! I want to know!” you said, nudging him a little at his side.

“You just have a little ice cream left” he said. pointing to the side of your lips. You tried to wipe it away with your napkin but you couldn’t find the spot. Jimin just laughed as you tried to clean yourself. You were so darn cute, he thought. 

He grabbed the napkin from your hand and turned to face you better as you did the same when you felt him take the napkin from your hands. By now, the ice cream had somewhat hardened on your lips, so it was a little harder to wipe off. Jimin inched closer to you, and your heart started to beat uncontrollably fast and you were sure you were a deep red. Jimin soon realized how close he was too, and his initial reaction was to back away. But he was entrapped in your eyes. And without thinking twice, he placed his lips on yours gently. At first, he was scared to even move his lips thinking you wouldn’t kiss him back and truthfully you were a little stiff from the shock. But despite his fears, he slowly moved his lips and he loved the warmth and softness of your lips. And not to mention the sweetness from the ice-cream. He made a mental note to get the caramel ice-cream the next time you both came back.

You really didn’t see it coming. His plump lips on yours felt like heaven. And when he started to move his lips against yours, you were slowly melting. And within seconds, you slowly melted further into the kiss and started to kiss him back. This was the first really kiss you shared with your husband. Not that fake peck on the lips you two shared during the wedding ceremony. 

This, this was amazing. And you knew you were never going to get enough and it would be an addiction. But you were still surprised nonetheless and you had dropped your dessert on the floor in the process. After what seemed like an eternity though, Jimin pulled away from you, allowing you both to breathe. He smiled at you, slightly breathless.  He was so happy that you kissed him back and didn’t turn him down. He knew his feelings for you had grown a lot over the last couple of weeks and he had only hoped that you might feel the same. 

He was too nervous now and didn’t know what to say, so you both turned away flustered. His hands at met yours though, and he intertwined his fingers with yours, like he did back on the picnic. You just continued to smile, still thinking about the sweet kiss. You were too embarrassed to look at your husband, so you chose to look everywhere instead. Your eyes then landed on your little fish waffle on the ground and giggled.

Jimin followed your eyes to the fish on the floor. Thankfully he had finished his long ago, otherwise he knew that his would have been on the floor as well. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get more when we come back next time” he said, smiling at the fish. 

“Next time?” you asked.

“only if you want” he said, nervous again.

“Of course” you giggled. 


That night contained the first kisses of many to follow. Like couples who first begin dating, you soon found yourselves going out on more and more dates, with more sweet kisses. You soon couldn’t take your hands off of eachother.  And pretty soon, the sexual tension was beginning to eat at you too. 

You both felt it, and some kisses from soft and sweet to hungry and hard. But it never went past that, despite wanting it.

Jimin felt his sexual frustration grow everyday, and he knew you were slightly frustrated too. You two had been married for about 7 months now, and not once had you two slept together. But his parents still lived with them, and the repairs seemed never ending at their home. After all, it was a big house. He wanted his first time with you to be special, and he also didn’t want the risk of his parents hearing or worse, walking in on them. 

But over the last few weeks, you had slowly turned into Jimin’s friend, girlfriend, and wife. You were all those things, and you were now the most precious thing in his eyes. It was crazy how hard he fell for you and how fast, but you were quick to reassure him that you felt the same. One of the greatest things about your relationship was how honest you both were with each other, especially your feelings for one another. 


One evening, Jimin’s parents had come out of their rooms, luggage in hand. 

“The repairs are finally done and we’ll be moving back in tonight. Thank you so much for letting us stay with you both. We know you both would love to spend the time alone, so we’re sorry for imposing for sooo long” Jimin’s mother said. 

“Woah, you’re leaving out of the blue?!” Jimin asked. You and him were cuddled up on the couch, watching a random movie on the couch. 

“Yeah, we just heard that the repairs were done. And we’re homesick too!” Jimin’s father added.

“Awh, I wish I could have made a better meal last night then if I knew it was your last night here” you said. 

“Oh, well we can always have dinner again another time. Please come and see the house when you have time!” his mother said.

You and Jimin paused the movie and walked with his parents as they got ready to leave. 

“Really though, thank you dear. It has been wonderful staying here” Jimin’s mom said as she hugged you. 

“No, I loved spending time with you too Eomma” you said honestly. Sure, you were starting to wonder when they would leave, but you were sad when the moment suddenly came out of the blue. 

You and Jimin watched as his parents drove away and you both smiled as you closed the door. It was weird being in the house alone now. You both just looked at each other awkwardly before retiring back to the couch. 

You pulled yourself close to Jimin again. You loved the warmth that emitted from him and combined with your favorite blanket, you were in heaven. You weren’t really paying attention to the movie as you had already seen it before, but your eyes still focused on the screen. Jimin’s eyes though, were focused on you. 

He started slowly running his hands through your hair, something he had found you had liked immensely. And soon he found himself tracing the outline of the side of your face with his finger. You turned to him, confused. He just shrugged and pretended to look at the movie again. But when he felt your turn your head back to the screen, he turned back to look at you. 

You were so close to him, so why did…why did he miss you? He wanted you and your everything, so he turned your head to face him and placed a warm kiss on your lips. The kiss grew hungrier each second and before you knew it, Jimin was carrying you back into your shared bedroom. 

And well..you know the rest. 


As the sunlight fluttered into the bedroom once again, you woke up tangled in sheets with your husband. He was still asleep, and you loved just look at his sleeping face. Last night was…amazing. He had made you feel things you didn’t realize were possible and while sex wasn’t a foreign subject to you, you felt like you were in a whole new world with Jimin. He made sure you felt loved and were well taken care of, and though the night was pretty much sleepless, you couldn’t feel any happier now no matter how tired you were. You ran your fingers along his lips, and resisted the urge to just kiss your husband awake. 

“Good morning beautiful” Jimin said, smiling with his eyes still closed.

“You’re awake!” you said while giggling. “Good morning, sweets” you said. Though the nickname started off as a lie, it had stuck now. 

Jimin hummed at the name with the smile still on his face. He pulled you in closer to him and you both just laid there, cuddling for a few more minutes before you decided to get up and make something to eat for the both of you. God knew you both were hungry!

7 months ago, you thought your life was cursed. But now, you couldn’t be happier with your husband. You fell in love with a wonderful man, and you had him all to yourself. And you had the rest of your life to spend with him. You already made those promises, even if you didn’t mean them at the time of the ceremony. 

But if only you knew about the pain you would face soon in the future. Would any of this be worth it?


A/N: Sorry, I ended this part kind of weird. And I lied. I thought there would be angst in this part, but there isn’t yet. BUT NEXT PART FOR SURE. 

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P.s. please let me know what you think of this part. I wasn’t too happy with it, but needed a filler part for the plot I had in mind. I also don’t write smut fyi. 

Previous parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

D - He took everything from us. He trapped us in here with this broken shell and no way out.
C - It’s true. This whole time I thought it was the house, but I never thought he would follow us here.
D - And we played right into his hands. He’d been planning this for years and now that son of a bitch is out there walking around in my body-
C - Damien, we can’t do this right now. Look I know you have questions and I can’t answer everything right now, just now that Mark took everything from us on this twisted quest of vengeance. But death does not mean the same thing here.
D - What Celine means by that is, this doesn’t have to be the end. You’re trapped in here just the same as us but your body, as broken as it may be, is still out there.
C - Mark’s not the only one that can use this place to his benefit. The same way that I brought you here, is the same way that I can send you back.
D - But you can’t survive on your own, you’re dead after all. The colonel saw to that. 
C - You can’t blame him, honestly he’s a good man. But he’s dangerous now.
D - I know this all sounds crazy. Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck is going on. But I know that I trust Celine. And if you trust us, just let me in and we can fix this, together.
C - I won’t force this on you, you have a choice here. Just know that this is the only way that you can escape. Just relax.
D - This’ll work. I promise
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Damien and Celine’s dialogue when we’re in the void(?). Thought this would be helpful for people finding it difficult to hear and for theorists as I’m pretty sure this holds a lot of clues.

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You’ve always had a big heart. If any of your friends or family were asked to describe you, the first thing that they would say is that you had a big heart, were generous, and selfless. You were just raised to always give to others, and not keep a lot for yourself. You would volunteer for charity drives, go on mission trips in Africa when you were just a teenager, and would just try and be kind to everyone you knew. In secondary school, you would try to make as many friends that you could, not because you needed them; you would be fine on your own, but because you thought that everyone could use a friend. You just wanted everyone to be happy, regardless of your own feelings. 

That was the downside of your kindness, people constantly using your generousity as a chance to get you to do things for them. Sometimes they would ask you if you would pick them up from places, other times they would just use you to get things, always leaving you without a friend. You didn’t mind though, because you always had Harry. 

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2.“Can I buy you a drink?”

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The bar is crowded and Stiles asks himself, not for the first time, why is he still there. The drinks are fine and the music too, but he’s not in the mood for this kind of place. He’s been looking for a relationship not to just get laid, except that to Lydia that doesn’t mean anything.

Oh well, he drinks the rest of his beer and sighs. This is better than watching CSI reruns, at least.

“You look so lonely.” This guys says, leaning against the bar next to him. Stiles looks up and rolls his eyes. Nice kicks, kid.

“And you look underage.” Stiles says. “Go home before I call the cops.”

The guy all but runs to the exit and Stiles muffles a laugh, asks for another beer. Sneaking into bars are so much fun when you’re eighteen and everything is new.

He takes his phone out of his pocket to check the hour and realizes Lydia has texted him three times. ’Don’t be mad’, the first text says, followed by ’but I talked to a friend about you and he’s there’. Stiles rolls his eyes, he just can’t win with her. ‘BE NICE!!’ the last text says.

“Be nice.” Stiles mutters to himself and starts thinking about ordering something stronger than a beer. The last time Lydia tried to set him up, he spent three hours with a lawyer that couldn’t stop bragging about himself and when Stiles dumped him at the end of the night, the guy answered with 'Oh thank God, I didn’t wanna come but Lydia blackmailed me’.

They didn’t talk for a month after that.

So, yeah. Thanks but no thanks, Lydia. He’d much rather stay at the bar alone and pretending not to stare at the hot guy sitting on a table with two equally hot friends. Black hair, blue eyes, leather jacket. Hell, Stiles might be looking for a relationship, but he wouldn’t say no to a one-night stand with a guy like that. He’s only human.

Sighing, he looks at the waitress. “Whiskey, please.” She smirks understandingly and sets the glass in front of him. Plan B, then. Let’s get drunk. He takes the glass and turns to sneak another glance at the hot guy, shakes his head when he realizes the guy is not there anymore.

Plan C. Let’s get really drunk.

“You don’t like this place, huh?” Someone says. Stiles turns around, prepared to send the guy back to his place, and finds himself staring right into hot guy’s eyes. Hot guy’s green eyes, not blue.

Even better. He swallows the whiskey and shrugs. “Am I that obvious?”

Hot guy smiles. “You haven’t got up since you got here.”

Stiles blinks, feels his heart pounding. “You’ve been watching me?”

Hot guy’s smile falters and he ducks his head, the tip of his ears going pink. Oh my God, Stiles thinks. How is he even real? “Well, yeah.” He answers and swallows visibly. “You looked interesting.”

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SasuSaku best explained

“ People constantly say Sasuke never changed or treated her well and act like she just took his abuse constantly and never stood up for herself. She was legitimately preparing to kill him at one point. And right here when finally, after everything they’ve been through, all the tears, everything she’s done and grown through because of her love for him, he apologizes to her. And she breaks down because she knows it’s sincere. But she tells him “you should be, you damn idiot”. If you think Part 1 Sakura or even first arc of Shippuden Sakura would’ve EVER said that to him you’re wrong. That’s growth. She sees him as a person and an equal not an unattainable prince she dreams about and obsesses over. Sasuke grew as well! He learned the truth about his family, he flip flopped on his life’s philosophy over and over again, and he finally had his huge confrontation with Naruto they always wanted. In the end, he married her. Which to me means he sees her as a person and an equal now as well. Whereas when they were kids he found her constant idolizing and affection towards him annoying and had to be cruel to her because she’d interpret anything else as an invitation to join him on his path of self-destruction. It’s actually a really well-developed and mutually respectful relationship if you’re mature enough to notice how they both had to change perspectives and reevaluate the other’s place in their lives in order to make it work.“


This.


This is describes their relationship completely, I don’t think anyone could have put it any better than this.


By the way, before I start admiring just how amazing this is, this is a YouTube comment I saw, I didn’t even know that someone could manage to describe their relationship in one easy paragraph, well I have, but at least not with a hate comment following it.


Before people even begin to try to say, “Well Sarada isn’t Sakura’s daughter,” please look at this:


This is at the very end of Naruto Gaiden, where Karin confirms that Sarada is not Karin’s daughter, she’s Sakura’s daughter. Even Kishimoto explained this. Even if it doesn’t end up being brought up in the animated version of Naruto Gaiden, it’s still cannon that Sarada Uchiha is Sakura’s daughter. Kishimoto even pointed out that he had purposefully tried to give them similar facial features and he tried to give them similar personalities with only a little bit of Sauke’s mixed in (even though she seems to be a perfect mix of both her parents).

Now that we’ve got that confirmed, let’s talk about this.

Firstly, why are people acting as if Sasuke left for no reason whatsover?? This is why he left:

Sasuke isn’t leaving the village because he just decided: 


“Well, lol I don’t want to raise my child or have anything to do with my wife so I gtg”


This guy left because he actually ended up feeling immense guilt for what he did. He feels guilty because all Naruto, Sakura, and even Kakashi showed him was love and he returned the favor with pure hatred. Yet, none of them ever stopped believing that they could set him on the right path. Even when everyone else did. All of them still hanged in there until the very end. Just because Sasuke didn’t yell or get angry like Naruto, or cry or punch something like Sakura, doesn’t mean he doesn’t have feelings.


He just tries to keep a calm exterior, but you can’t convince me that their hasn’t been any character growth their since Shonen Jump or the beginning of Shippuden. Because there was lots of it with Sasuke. Just because it wasn’t as visible as it was with all the other characters in the series doesn’t mean that it didn’t happen.


Now, for those who dislike SasuSaku, I don’t blame you the ship was written sort of vaguely, we never really got to learn exactly how Sasuke felt. But Sasuke himself is a very vague person, and he’s come a long way with that. Even though he’s still fairly vague about how he feels.. But Sasuke and Sakura have a different type of love, it’s not going to be as straightforward as NaruHina, InoSai or ShikaTema. Honestly even BoruSara is more straightforward than this one and it isn’t even cannon. But they still love each other, those shallow, niave people in the fandom who probably barely even know what love is, or have never experienced it (in a romantic way) probably may not understand, but their are some of us who do.


Also, even if you dislike the ship, why constantly complain about it? Let people ship what they want to ship. I don’t necessarily ship ShikaTema (despite the fact that I love them both and Shikadai) but I don’t go on full-on rants about how I hate it. What’s done is done, Kishimoto wrote the series the way he wanted to, and that’s the most professional thing he could’ve done. What you can rant about is if you don’t like something in Boruto. You probably will not have too much effect (especially being a Western fan), but Kishimoto isn’t done writing Boruto, if there is something you want to prevent then it’s not too late to prevent it.


We probably can never bring Neji or Jiriya back, we can’t change Sakura’s character, we can’t take back what Sasuke did, we can’t watch Naruto’s parents be the most awesome grandparents in history, we can’t see Tsunade finally get together with Jiriya. Even though Kishimoto is more than likely going to write this how he wants, stop dwelling on Shonen Jump and Shippuden, what we should do is let Kishimoto know what we liked and disliked in episodes, if we like characters or not, if we think this serious has been good so far. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t mystically travel back in time and rewrite the whole entire series, (we’ve seen what’s come of that, *cough* TTG/PGG *cough*) if you’re in the fandom again, you’re in, if you’re out, you’re out, but you can’t keep holding everything back because you’re mad at how Naruto and Hinata got married or you don’t like that Tsunade became Hokage. It’s over, it’s done.


Not only that, people keep using the ship as an excuse to bash Sakura’s character since she’s no longer “useless” like she was in the first place (even though, personally, I never thought of her as useless) so they’re mad at her for still loving Sasuke. They’re also mad because she thought of Naruto as a brother instead of a guy she wanted to date.


I know this sounds cliche, but you don’t have control over who you fall in love with. I’m sure after Sasuke did what he did Sakura wanted to love Naruto, or anyone else besides Sasuke at least, but she was always focused on trying to lead him in the right direction, just as Naruto was. Then she had to prepare herself to kill the guy she has loved all almost all her life at one point, and although he did so many things wrong she still can’t do it, because it’s hard to bring yourself to kill someone that you love:


And as the comment stated, Sasuke grew as a person. He’s no longer the boy yearning for revenge, he’s now determined to protect every single thing he loves. Just like Naruto, Sasuke doesn’t really have a chance to spend time with his family because he wants to protect anyone at any cost. Now, I’m not saying Sasuke deserves father of the year award for neglecting his family although it is accidental, but Naruto doesn’t either.


Even after all this time: 

They they’re still determined to prevent anyone to feel the pain and loneliness they felt all their childhoods, that’s why they’re always protecting the village. To stop it before it comes, and to try to let those people know that they still have at least the smallest bit of comfort.


And as the comment states, as the series progresses Sakura learns that Sasuke isn’t her perfect, enchanting, prince charming. That he has flaws, just like anyone else. Back is Part I she’d always speak highly of him, she’d always compare him to Naruto in the most negative way and she only seemed to ever care about Sasuke and nothing more. But as Part I progressed she began seeing him as an equal. That’s why she was determined to become as strong as Naruto and Sasuke, so that she could establish that not only to them and everyone else, but within herself.


If it weren’t for Sakura, who kept loving him throughout everything, he probably wouldn’t have cared about her feelings, but Sakura’s feelings actually moved him. He tried to show her that he didn’t care so she’d stopped loving him, because he didn’t know why or how she could love someone like him. That’s why he wanted to make her think he was legitimately trying to kill her, he wanted convince her and himself that he didn’t care. But he actually did care.


I get that it isn’t easy to understand, but these two love each other, it isn’t just one-sided, and we’ll probably see more evidence as the Next Gen series continues:

(If you have any argument or any sort of disagreement, and you don’t think you can comment without talking rudely I won’t reply or anything, I’ll just delete your comment, reblog or whatever, no matter how long it is, that is only if you don’t come in a respectful manner, if you do then I’ll probably respond or just let you comment it or something)