BTS reaction when he's having privet sexy time ;) in the shower with Y\N and member walking in them ??(make it long please)
Since were all freaking out heres some smut:)
You wouldn’t initially start out with him in the shower with you, but the sound of the music playing and the sight of your head tilted back as you lathered yourself up would bring him to quietly step in behind you. He’d take over, rubbing small circles across your back in places you couldn’t quite reach before letting you turn around to face him, the hot water now rinsing away any obstruction there was to his view of your body. You looked down, biting your lip at the sight of his member standing up. You’d pull him closer, the feeling of his now wet skin pressing to yours and making every nerve stand at attention. He’d let you pull his head down so you could kiss him, wanting to feel just how much you wanted him. You’d kiss his neck, smiling as he wasn’t able to hold back as your teeth tugged at the sensitive spot right in the center of his neck. He’d press you back, now fully willing to pleasure you. His lips would move fast against yours, hands tugging at one another in desperate need of getting closer. His hand would wonder until it was petting your core, teasing you as you started to grind against his palm. He smirked at how ready you were and fully pressed you against the wall, encouraging you to stand higher as one hand pulled your leg up so he had just the right amount of space for a tight entrance. Continuing to tease you with his tip you moaned loudly in aggravation. He chuckled, sinking himself deep with in you to turn the aggravation in your voice into something sweet and needy.
He wasn’t ebven able to get one pump in before the door was bursting open and Yoongi was walking in. Looking in the mirror he’d see Jin, back to him and bare ass looking over his shoulder with a surprised look. Yoongi wouldn’t think much of it as he reached for his tooth brush but with Jin still balls deep in you, you breather hard trying to get Jin to say something.
‘Yoongi, wait.’ he’d say just loud enough to hear.
‘Why?’ He’d say looking back up. When he did he’d then see your hands holding onto the bar beside you and your one leg still wrapped around Jin.
‘Oh fuck sorry.’ He’d say leaving quickly. Jin would look back to you and laugh, pressing his forehead to yours sweetly before throwing one hard pump further into you causing your voice to catch in a short loud squeal.
The two of you wouldn’t have even made it to the shower. He’d have you pressed against the steam covered glass, fast lips trailing down your neck and still moving south until he was tapping the inside of your thigh, encouraging you to pick it up over his shoulder. with his hands faced firmly on your backside he’d lick you once, watching as you bit your lip and gripped harder to the towel rail that you were now supporting yourself on. Hed start by working slowly, kissing you with just enough tongue meeting your clit that your body shook every time he did so. He’d decide when you had enough of the teasing and when he did he’d dive right in, sloppily attraction your core as he sucked and pulled at your clit and one hand moved so he could curl his fingers inside of you as he pumped them quickly. He’d make you studded his name, which was his favorite thing to do and once he did he gave your clit one last tug before you unraveled around him. Taking no time he’d stand up, pressing his mouth against yours and groaning deeply as you silently thanked him for the orgasm by pulling his hair roughly. His hand would still be stroking you, collecting as much of your natural lubricant as he could before rubbing it on himself and lining his erect member with you. He’d only move his lips away from yours for a second, but the moment he did the door opened and Jungkook caught your eyes through the mirror.
‘Fuck!’ you gasped as Yoongi entered you, not being able to look away from the terrified boy still looking at you. ‘Yoongi, Yoongi stop!’ You’d say trying to fight the pleasure that was still running through you.
‘Kook OUT!’ You finally screamed and Yoongis head snapped around just as the door slammed shut.
‘No way.’ Yoongi said, humor in his eyes as he realized what had just happened.
‘Cant get one moment to ourselves in this damn- Ah Yoongi!’ You said louder as he thrust into you one more time.
‘Let them hear you. They already know what were doing.’ He growled, hints of amusement still in his voice as he rammed himself into you over and over again till there was no hiding your moans.
There was no time alone to yourself when you were staying with Namjoon. You tried sneaking away to have a shower to yourself so you could properly take care of you since usually a shower consisted of him only rubbing soap on you for half second before the feeling of your body overwhelmed him. You had managed to fully clean yourself, sighing as you let the water run over your body just a little longer.
‘Am I allowed to join you now?’ His thick voice echoed through the bathroom.
‘Yes, actually. Id love you to.’ You said turning to fully face him, cocking your hip just in the way he loved to see your body curve.
He’d strip, not care that his clothing landed in the water that had splashed out of the shower and the moment he stepped in you’d take a hold of him, pulling him so his body trapped yours against the wall. You’d try to take charge by holding his neck down to you and grabbing his member so you would work it up. He’d smile into the kiss and you’d know he was only letting you think you were in charge. Running with it you kissed down his neck, past his collarbone and down his stomach until you were kneeling almost underneath him, running your tonge along his shaft, not even caring how hard the tiles of the shower floor were against your knees. He’d groan, bracing himself against the wall behind you. He let you do your thing; swirling your tongue over his tip and pushing forward till you were gagging slightly. It wasn’t until the first twitch of his cock did he pull himself out of you and stand you up, pressing you against the glass of the shower wall.
‘Spread.’ he’d say and instantly you’d listen, pulling your feet apart and arching your back till there was a straight path to the place you needed him the most. You could see your foggy reflection in the mirror in front of you, body pressed to hard against the glass that all you could really see were your nipples against the skin of your breasts and the palms of your hands.
He pushed into you roughly, growling your name as you tightened around him. His hand would intervene itself with your hair and pull it just hard enough until your head tilted all the way back, exposing your neck for him to suck and pull at.
You couldn’t help the loud moans and gasp screams that were leaving your body as he rammed into you over and over again.The sound of the shower must have somehow drowned them out though as Jin walked in, calling for you.
‘Foods ready y/n, were waiting on you to start the movie!’ You’d hear him say, but all you could do was gasp in response as Namjoon didnt let up.
‘y/n, are you okay?’ He’d say now fully walking into the bathroom. ‘Shit!’ You’d hear him say as the sight of Namjoon’d foggy body pumping forcefully into you caught his eye.
‘shit.’ You’d hear him say one more time, but you didnt care, your eyes were already being to roll as he abused your g-spot, sending you into a violent orgasm.
You wouldn’t be able to help yourself as you hands started to travel all over Hoseoks skin, smiling and kissing his shoulder as goosebumps rose to the surface. He’d groan and lean bak just enough so his back was pressed to yours as the rest of the soap that was in his hair drained out. You let your fingers run down his arms and then back up smiling even wider as he groaned again. You let your fingers trace softly down the sides of his back before rounding on him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and immediately pulled you into him so sweet kisses could be left on your mouth. It started out innocent but the moment your hands intertwined themselves in his hair things would pick up. His hands would trail down to your behind and he’d squeeze just hard enough for him to catch your moan with his own. He leaned into you as your hand down his already erect member, moaning once more as you started to softly run your fingers over it. Knowing this drove him mad, that you could literally make him nut with just your light touch you decided against teasing him and instantly started to kiss down his neck. Kneeling infant of him he’d bite his lip at you, loving the way you looked when you were in such a submissive pose in front of him. You swallowed him quickly, not wanting to prolong the moment any more than you already had. His hands found themselves into your hair, moving with your motion as you bobbed your head, making sure to fluctuate the pressure of your tongue just so you could make sure you were hitting every sweet spot along his member.
‘Aish, y/n.’ Hes growl as you started to bob faster and faster.
‘y/n.’ He’d say over and over again until a frantic ‘Y/n!’ left his mouth. He pulled away and turned his body, a blush creeping on his cheeks as your eyes met Taehyungs.
‘What are you still standing there for!’ You snapped covering your chest as Tae jumped and exited the room.
‘He ruined it didnt he?’ You sighed as Hoseok turned back to you.
‘Kinda.’ He said looking down before laughing and pulling you into a long kiss.
Shower sex was your favorite thing to do with one another, the feeling of the steam plus the heat radiating off of your slamming bodies was just something you lived for. Getting started in the shower wouldn’t take any time as he’d follow you in already giggling and pinching lightly at your behind. You turned on him, allowing him to push you fully till you were under the hot stream of water. The two of you would push back and fourth, trying to over come one another for the pleasure of the water hitting you, Giggling against one another lips as the other won the battle. The game wouldt last long though as the two of you now started to tug at one another. Hair was pulled, kissed were left down the sides of necks and soon you were bent over, your arms working as a pillow for your head to rest on. Jimin would be knelt behind you, its tongue making quick work of your already dripping core. With two fingers slipping past your folds you’d gasp, calling his name as he started to pump them in and out of your body.
‘Jimin please… PLEASE!’ You’d scream as you knees started to press together. He quickly stood and replaced his fingers with his cock, waisting no time in keeping your orgasm up.
‘Cum for me baby girl.’ He’d say, his hands gripping tightly to your waist as he curved his hips up just enough to his your g-spot every time. You moaned into your arm, knees buckling again so he was forced to help support you. He’d lean forward, fully wrapping his arms around you as he continued to to pound. Your orgasm ripped through your body and you were struggling to keep yourself up. He’d pull you back so your back arched and your head rested against his shoulder, arms still outstretched to brace the continued pounding you were receiving. You were nearing your second orgasm, so close that your eyes began to roll and all you could do was moan his name over and over again.
‘Aish, common guys, in the shower? Really?” Namjoon’s voice rang. You thought it was a dream as you came undone once more, but as you heard Jimin giggle as his body wrapped around yours and your eyes slowly opened you just say Namjoon standing there laughing and shaking his head before leaving the bathroom.
Starting off innocent you two out just be laughing at things the other said as you passed bottles of shampoo back and fourth to one another. It wasn’t until you asked Tae to wash your back did things turn sexual. His fingers would run down your neck followed by his kisses until his hands found their wait to your core. You’d groan softly and lean your head back as all humor had completely disappeared and the only thing you could think of was the feeling of Taehyungs hands palming at your core. You’d let him turn your around, his lips finding yours as his hands kept up the pace of slowly teasing you. You let him kiss down your neck again, your arms hooking around his neck as he did so. After a few minutes of the agonizing slowness of his fingering you decided to tease him back by circling the tip of his dick with your finger. He didnt take to kind of this and soon you were backed into the wall, his hands moving even faster as he readied you for him. You moaned his name slowly and though he knew you didnt on purpose he couldn’t help himself any longer. You let him hook an arm under your knee before lining himself with you. Slowly stretching you he’d smile at your moan and he’d pump a few slow timed before he needed to feel the special kind of friction that only you would give him. He’d be a moaning mess only a few seconds in, his breath being sued down his throat and pushed back in would cause the hissing noise that drove you mad. You tried to hold onto him as hard as possible but there was only so close you could get to him.
The moment you moaned his name in pleasure he’d pick his pace up even more, wanting to hear you say it even louder. Before he could get another one out there was a loud knock on the door as it swung open. He quickly removed himself from you before flattening you yp against the all.
‘Hoseok really!’ He’d yelled at the now wide eyed Hobi.
‘Oh! Sorry I thought.. Sorry.’ He’d stammer before the sound of him laughig could be heard past the closing of the door.
‘Were going to get so much shit.’ You said covering your face.
‘At least I’m getting some.’ He said kissing you softly before turning off the water and handing you a towel.
Any time he saw you completely naked he wouldn’t be able to contain himself. You’d be spun around and pressed against the glass before you were even able to get yourself fully submerged in the water, his need to prove he wasn’t a boy high. He’d only kiss you briefly before moving down to your neck to leave a few marks before moving down further to your nipples where he massaged, licked and tugged at them. Being completely infatuated with Jungkook you’d take no time in moaning his name in a pleading way, knowing exactly how it would effect him.
‘God I love it when you say my name like that.’ He’d say deeply against your skin.
Moaning again he’d kiss back up you before bending you over. There would only be a split second before he was entering you and his arm was wrapping around you to start the teasing of your clit. Every time he’d pump you’d beat hard, trying to hide the fact that you were already creeping to your high. It became to hard and soon your voice was once continuous moan as he pumped into you fast and faster. He cursed your name, telling you how good you felt around him before pulling out of you and spinning you around. Now with your ass pressed against the glass he entered you once more, groaning at the feeling the new position gave him. He kissed heavily at your neck and lips, thrusting into you as hard as he could.
‘I don’t know where she it, Kook is in here though I- Oh found her.’ You’d hear Jimin say before look spun you around to hid your name body.
‘Hyung!’ He’d yell, only receiving a laugh from Jimin before you saw him walk out closing the door.
‘Were going to have to finish this later.’ he said, smiling into a kiss as you pouted.
DO Y’ALL LIKE AQUARIUMS? DO Y’ALL LIKE ANDREIL? BOY HAVE I GOT SOME HEADCANONS FOR U
so. andrew takes neil to an aquarium for his birthday
neil has never been to an aquarium before so he’s excited because he loves trying new things and figuring out how to Be Neil Josten and live like a normal person
andrew likes aquariums bc of some sad reasons involving his childhood in foster homes that we won’t get into rn
his enjoyment of them has kind of been tainted by his trauma but he thinks that with neil he can learn to love them again and reclaim this thing that used to bring him joy
so they go to the aquarium
they do the whole thing, stopping at every single exhibit, beginning to end
neil loves the penguins and the otters, he thinks they’re funny and he spends almost half an hour in front of their exhibits watching them play
andrew pretends to be annoyed but lbr he’s just happy to see neil laughing
andrew likes the shark tunnel, it’s his favorite thing in the whole place, followed by the jellyfish exhibit
when they’re in the shark tunnel, they stand there and watch the sharks swim above their heads and all around them and andrew just feels so calm watching them swim by
neil is fascinated by them, and even more fascinated by the look of peace on andrew’s face
andrew makes them wait there until everyone else is gone, and then he kisses neil in the cool glow of the reflection from the water
it’s a picture perfect moment
and then neil takes out his camera (because he is a photographer in canon now THANKS NORA) and takes a picture
he gets andrew’s face framed by the light of the shark tunnel and it becomes one of his favorite pictures in the world because andrew doesn’t even look annoyed, he’s got that soft just-been-kissed look on his face and he looks so calm
they hold hands the rest of the way through the aquarium
they stop and look at the jellyfish for a while, and that’s really calming too because everything is kind of glowing and it’s just quiet and peaceful
it’s also an off-season day so there aren’t a lot of people around to begin with
they do that thing with the touch tank where they put their hands in the water to feel the backs of stingrays and neil’s eyes just get wide and he goes “whoa, that’s really cool”
listen i love neil discovering new things that he loves
and i love andrew showing him these things and helping him figure out who he is
so then eventually they get to the end, and to the gift shop
andrew buys neil some cute penguin merch, and neil insists he can buy it himself but it’s his birthday and this is part of his present
so neil buys andrew a shark keychain for his car keys, and a shark tooth necklace
andrew wears it every day after that
when they’re driving home, andrew takes neil’s hand over the glovebox. neil is smiling and happy and just so bright and he says softly, “thank you”
andrew responds a few minutes later, and he just says “happy birthday”
after that, they make it an annual tradition to go to the aquarium on neil’s birthday and andrew replaces his old memories of them with newer, happier ones
You stared at the guests as they made their way into the church for the ceremony that was starting soon. You looked down at your bracelet and let out a sigh. You turned the bracelet over to look at the engraving To my best friend, I will always love you. -Harry
As you stared at your bracelet, you couldn’t help but to let a tear fall. You angrily wiped it away. You had no one to blame but yourself. You couldn’t feel sorry for yourself because you could’ve prevented all of this. You never told Harry your true feelings for him. You never told Harry how much you meant to him and how you knew in your heart that he was with the wrong girl. Now, here you are at Harry’s wedding.
You glanced at the time on your phone and realized it was almost time for the ceremony to start. You let out a shaky sigh as you made your way back into the church. As you were about to go into the restroom to clean up your tear stained face, you saw Niall looking around the hallway. When his eyes met yours, he visibly let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve been looking for you ,Y/N.” Niall said as he approached you.
Immediately, he noticed how your eyes were red from crying. “Oh Y/N” Niall sighed as he pulled you into a hug. Niall was the only one to know about your feelings for Harry. When Harry and his fiancé, Kimberly, had their engagement party, Niall noticed how you spent most of the party sitting outside. When he went to check up on you and scold you for sitting out in the cold, you were sobbing into your arms. Finally, you opened up to someone and told Niall how it broke your heart that Harry couldn’t see your feelings for him.
You pulled back from the hug slightly, “I’m fine, Niall. What did you need me for?” Niall let out a hum as he scratched the back of his neck, “Harry’s looking for you.” You let out a sigh as you shook your head. You quickly wiped your eyes once more, careful not to ruin your makeup any more than you did, and started making your way to Harry’s room.
You knocked on the door softly and let yourself in when you heard Harry telling you to come in. A smile instantly found its way to your face. Harry gave you a smile as he stared at your reflection in the mirror. He turned around to look at you properly, “What do you think?” You walked up to Harry and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug, “Oh H. You look so handsome.”
Harry smiled and returned the hug. He then pulled you at arm’s length. You felt your face flush as you noticed Harry’s eyes on you. “You look so beautiful, Y/N.”
You looked down at your light grey dress and smiled. Harry insisted you to be in his wedding somehow. He couldn’t not have his best friend standing at his side. After Kimberly’s dismay, you were one of her bridesmaids.
You cleared his throat as you took a seat on the couch that was in the room. “Niall said you were looking for me.”
Harry nodded and let out a puff of air as he sat down beside you. He ran his hand through his hair as he stared up at the ceiling, “I’m nervous, Y/N.”
You nodded your head as you looked up at the ceiling as well. “Of course you are. It’s your wedding. You should feel nervous.”
Harry shook his head no, “I’m not nervous about the wedding. I’m nervous about the future.” He looked at you before he continued, “What if I’m making the wrong decision by rushing into this?’
You looked down at your bracelet and began running your index finger across it, a habit you picked up whenever you were feeling nervous. “I think…if Kimberly makes you feel loved and if you cherish her as a much as you say you do…that you’re not rushing into this as all.”
Harry wore a soft smile as he listened to your advice and nodded your head. He reached across, interrupting you playing with your bracelet, and held on to your hand. “I can always count on you, Y/N. You’re truly my best friend.”
You could’ve easily told Harry that yes. He was rushing into things. You could’ve told him that he was making a mistake and that you just knew he belonged to you but looking into his eyes…Hearing him talk about his love for Kimberly…you knew you couldn’t. With that thought in your head, your eyes started to brim with tears. Harry tilted his head questionably at you and with a smile on his face, he asked, “Oh Y/N. Are you crying because it’s my wedding day?”
You let out a shaky laugh and nodded your head, “Yes.”
You took your place with the other bridesmaids and waited for Kimberly to come down the aisle. As the music started to play, signaling her arrival, everyone’s eyes were on the blushing bride but your eyes were looking at Harry’s. You noticed as he stared at the love of his life walking up to him, his eyes had tears. The kind of tears you get when you just love someone so much you could feel your heart burst out of your chest. You knew those kind of tears because it was the kind of tears you had whenever you thought about Harry. You looked down at the bouquet of flowers you were holding and felt your eyes water again. Quietly you let out a sniffle.
As the ceremony went on, it was time for Harry to say his vows. He wiped a tear from his eye, making everyone in the room awe. He let out a small chuckle as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He looked at the paper and smiled before he looked back into Kimberly’s eyes. “Love. Can you believe we’re here? Can you believe we’re getting married? I know I don’t. To this day, I’m still amazed that I’ve manage to have the privilege of getting to know such an amazing and beautiful girl. I promise to always love you. I promise to let you be right when I know you’re wrong. I promise to never go to bed angry at each other. I promise to be your best friend for the rest of our lives. I promise to never hurt you. I promise to always remain loyal. I promise to be yours.”
Niall leaned up a little from the groomsmen side to have a look at you. He sighed as he saw how you were visibly shaking from sadness. He knew that everything Harry was saying to Kimberly, you wished he was saying to you. He looked at the ground as he softly shook his head, his heart breaking for his friend.
After Kimberly said her vows to Harry and the pastor giving his blessing, the pastor finally said the seven words that were jabs to your heart, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” When Harry and Kimberly broke off the kiss, the whole room cheered. Everyone rose to their feet as the couple walked down the aisle as husband and wife. As the room started to clear out, everyone anxious to congratulate the newlyweds, you lagged behind. Soon enough you were the last in the church room. You sat down on one of the chairs set up and placed your head into your hands as you let out a quiet sob. Harry was married.
first off i would like to say this is not the best imagine i’ve written lol. ITS 3AM AND I STARTED WRITING THIS LIKE A WEEK AGO AND IM JUST NOW FINISHING IT TONIGHT OK? lol anyways if you guys liked this rubbish piece of writing then i am so glad to hear that! please let me know! if you didn’t, hey, i get it. i didn’t even proofread im so tired lol
“We can finally be together, now.” His happy tone was soft, lowered even, inching closer to you while resting his hand on your thigh.
Love or lust, a mystery to all; and a broken meaning to one.
Note: Inspo from my best friend’s experience! *cries* I’m a horrible person lmao | Words ➳ 8.8k
Genre & Warnings:Angst &a sprinkle of fluff. Smut.
Like an ocean’s wave rolling onto the sand as they both intermingled before the water came crashing back to it’s home, is something that heavily contradicted within your life.
Broken words, fruitless promises and a devotional mirage painted with deception behind a thin foggy layer was something you didn’t even bother to acknowledge; only believing in the words he muttered to you while he kept you in his arms, only thinking positively and never even giving a second thought on how cruel the world could actually be when it had your feelings on the palm of it’s hand.
And here you were, dropping your bag on the floor of your apartment while releasing a sigh of relief, only ever wanting to sink into the confines of your bed with your lovely boyfriend by your side. It was past midnight, and you could only yawn as you walked down the hallway of your home, soon hearing persistent soft tapping against the walls from inside your bedroom. Frowning, you began to walk faster down the hallway, wondering why your roommate had the audacity to bring someone into your room to fuck on your bed..or whatever they were doing.
Once you reached the bedroom door, you had imagined ripping the door knob off and blasting it open, only for your hand to hover over it. Your heart sank, the voices muffled behind the other side of the door surely not sounding like your roommate at all; and you could only imagine what could be on the other side. But it was impossible, right? It had to be someone else, you wanted it to be someone else but the worry began to overwhelm you and before you knew it, the anticipation crawling throughout your skin turned the doorknob before you softly pushed the door open.
Peeking inside, you could only see the alabaster glow from the moon seep through the sheer curtains, illuminating the shimmery bodies intermingling with one another. Legs spread open before him, his head stretched all the way back while laying against the headboard with shut eyes as his mouth was opened, breathy moans swimming past his lips. He held onto her waist tightly as she bounced on his lap, her breasts ricocheting within the air as one of his hands quickly reached for one before he would smother it in his hands as if it were silly putty.
She was vocal, that was a fact that was implicated into the air and your bed was moving slightly from the conspicuous licentious commotion happening upon it’s fluffy tousled blankets and tangled sheets. Breath caught in your throat, you felt tears beginning to overcloud your vision but you willed them away; quickly reaching for the light switch before you were all blinded by the luminous glare.
Summary: A look at the reader through Dean’s eyes, focusing mostly on Dean’s emotions throughout the day and how he reacts to even the simplest of words. This is the raw and vulnerable side of Dean.
A/N: I haven’t written something like this, I think ever before. It’s heavily focused on Dean (especially since it’s his POV). Even so, the reader is a huge part of it, but once again, through Dean’s perspective on the matter. Hopefully, you love it. I spent a long time on it, trying to really get into Dean’s head. It’s not the light side of Dean, not many jokes or wise cracks – it’s him in his raw emotional state. Also, this would not be possible with @thefangirllifeismine who not only corrected all of my shitty grammar, but stayed an inspiration throughout. Please, send in your feedback. It’s extremely important to me, I’d love to hear what you thought about this, especially since it’s definitely different from what I usually post.
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Her lips were moving, but my eyes were stuck on her hair. It was wet, and dripping a river down her shirt. I don’t think a towel ever touched her head.
“Dean?” Her voice was warm, inviting. It always was. She was never harsh with her words. Sam constantly tried to poke at her, just to see what her voice would sound like if she raised it.
“Yeah?” I met my eyes with hers, catching her gaze.
I felt my brother’s eyes on me as well; his brow was raised and a smirk played on his face.
“We were asking if you wanted to go to the bar tonight.” Sam filled me in.
A laugh came up from my throat as I raised the glass of whiskey in my hand. “I’m fine right here.”
Y/N smiled and looked at Sam, “You’re still in, right?”
He nodded and got up from his chair. “I’ll go shower.”
I tipped my glass in response, and took another swig from it.
“Have you been out in the sun?” Y/N asked, suddenly.
I furrowed my brows, “I was working on Baby earlier, why?” Then, proceeded to lift up my shirt and smell it. “Do I smell that bad?”
“No,” She let out a light laugh, “Your freckles are darker.”
“My- my freckles?”
She leaned forward in her seat, her nose a mere foot from mine, “Freckles get darker in the sun.”
“Huh.” I muttered and took another sip of my drink.
“It’s cute, Dean.” She said and the whiskey managed to go down even slower. My lip twitched upwards.
Without waiting for me to respond, she gathered her hair to the side and wiped her now wet hands off on her jeans before jumping out from her seat.
“I’ll go change for the bar. Invite’s still open.” She smiled, turning on her heel.
I watched her leave, shamelessly.
The first time Sam and I met her, it was an accident. Neither of us knew we had been working the same case, so when I approached who I thought was the legitimate FBI agent on the case, Y/N’s face beamed back at me instead. After a few back and forth questions, the three of us discovered none of us were agents, and went to grab drinks instead. It was supposed to be a one time deal.
But, one night turned into two. Eventually, three. In no time, I was helping her bring boxes into the bunker from the trunk of her run down car.
“We can’t let anything happen to her, you know that right?” Sam said to me the night she moved in. The shower water was running loudly, and in that noise, we had a discussion.
“I know.” I replied to my little brother. Worry etched itself into every wrinkle on his face, just like it did on our mother’s. He would never know just how much he looked like her.
“That means relationships, too.” Sam narrowed his eyes at me.
I looked away, forgetting how easily he was able to read me.
He continued speaking, “Everyone we get too close to…”
Sam never did finish his sentence. The shower water shut off abruptly and out bounced Y/N. Her face was flushed and her hair dripped down her bare shoulders.
My thoughts were interrupted as Sam strided into the room.
“You sure you’re not coming?” He asked, cuffing up the sleeves to his shirt.
It was tempting. I knew the bar had better whiskey than the shit that was currently burning its way down my throat. Better yet, the bar had Y/N. Whenever she entered a bar, I could see everyone’s attention land on her. Her warmth radiated through her big eyes and genuine smile. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?
“Nope,” I shrugged, “Not tonight.”
He nodded his head and walked towards the door, waiting for Y/N to meet him there.
“See you.” Sam shouted, his voice echoed down the hall.
Moments later, Y/N came out from her room. A short navy dress was hugging her skin, but what stole my attention was the jacket draped across her shoulders.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She said, pulling my black jacket around her.
“Looks better on you, anyways.” I said. It was the truth.
“Thanks, Dean.” She smiled at me before opening her small purse, reviewing whatever items lay inside of it. “See you later.”
With that, she was gone.
It may have been another hour before I got up, but when I finally did it was solely because I needed to go to the bathroom.
I stopped at the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, but this time it was different. Usually, I don’t look in the mirror.
Not when I wake up.
Not before I go to sleep.
If I do, I hate it. Plain as that. I never did like the man staring back, and I don’t know if I ever fully will. What changed though was that this time, someone liked what they saw on me.
My fingers reached up to my cheeks, running along the freckles on my skin.
Y/N liked them.
She honest to god, found something of mine that she liked. So, I did too. Immediately, I loved my freckles. I loved that my cheeks and nose were dusted with them, and that the most beautiful woman that I had ever laid eyes on, had found beauty in me, as well.
– – – –
It couldn’t have been earlier than two o’clock in the morning, when I heard familiar footsteps stumble down the bunker’s staircase. I kicked the sheets off of myself and went to see the state they were both in.
“Come on.” Sam mumbled, trying to hold Y/N up, but he was hardly walking himself. “Dean!” Sam shouted, his drunk self wearing a huge smile.
“Oh, it’s Dean!” Y/N exclaimed, a laugh bubbling out from her lips. She gripped the edge of the staircase with both hands, leaning forward as she spoke.
I crossed my arms and raised my brows, watching the two of them stumble through the bunker like baby deer.
“Here-” Sam tossed me a pair of car keys, “We called a cab, the car is still in the bar parking lot.” The keys hit the floor with a loud jingle, his aim completely skewed from the liquor.
Y/N rounded the edge of the table and began to fall towards me.
“Woah, there.” I grabbed her by her arms and steadied her.
“Thanks.” She laughed once more, at nothing in particular.
Behind me, Sam had already found his way to his room. Eventually, I’d have to check on him. For now, I gripped Y/N’s shoulder and guided her to her own bedroom.
“Oh- I forgot!” She looked up at me with wide eyes. “Remind me in the morning.”
I looked at her, waiting for her to explain. When she didn’t, I asked her what she was talking about.
“I have-” she stuck her hand in the pocket of my jacket that she was wearing and pulled out a napkin. A number was scribbled onto it. “His name is Matt. I have a date with him tomorrow night. Remind me, ok?”
I took the napkin from her, fighting the urge to rip it to shreds.
“Okay.” I stated, turning on the lights as she walked over to her bed.
“Promise me.” She kicked off her shoes sloppily. “He’s so nice-” I could tell she was beginning to ramble. Once she’s had enough to drink, she tends to.
“I bet he is.” I cut her off, helping her unzip her dress.
“He just has the most gorgeous freckles!”
In that moment, I worried that she could actually hear my heart drop into my stomach. I swallowed thickly, and within seconds, she continued on her drunken ramble.
“Goodnight.” I stated, simply from habit.
“Night, Dean!” She dropped onto her bed.
I should have gone back to bed. I should have crawled under the covers and shut my eyes. My feet had other plans, though. Step after step, I was trudged through the halls and into the library where my hand found a bottle of brown and an old glass.
Sam’s words spun through my head. She had to be protected. I thought back to everyone I had ever gotten close to; Charlie, Jo, and Bela were long dead. Just like every other fucking hunter that I had ever met and let into my life.
Sam tried to show me the positives. He brings up names like Jody and Cas – but who knows what will happen to them too?
I took another shot.
Eventually, it got dark.
– – – –
“Hey, sleepy.” Y/N’s hand gripped my shoulder. “Wake up.”
I opened my eyes and everything was sideways. Fuck.
“You fell asleep here, again.” Her soft voice explained my current situation. It was embarrassing. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking at the scene before me. A mostly empty bottle, a half drunk glass, and what I think was a little bit of drool, lay on the table.
“What time is it?” I asked, quickly getting up from the chair and brushing past her. She smelled like her shampoo. Always vanilla.
She turned her wrist towards me. Nearly noon, her watch read.
“Thanks.” I muttered and began walking towards the kitchen.
“I should be thanking you.” Her voice called from behind me. Then, her footsteps began to draw nearer. “I couldn’t have been easy to take care of last night. Sam and I, we kind of let loose.”
I grabbed the coffee pot and turned it on. The sound of boiling water dripping down filled the silence.
“No, it was fine.” I replied, then remembered what she asked of me last night. “Except-” I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a crumpled napkin. “Matt.”
Her eyes went wide, “Oh god.” She took the napkin from my hands. Her hair fell before her face as she read the number, and she combed it back with one hand.
“I totally forgot. Shit.” She pulled out her cell phone and checked for any notifications. “I’ll just text him.”
I turned from her, unable to watch her any longer, and grabbed a cup for my coffee.
“Want some?” I asked over my shoulder.
“No, thanks.” She said, just as her phone beeped. “He already answered!” She exclaimed.
I kept my eyes glued to the cup in front of me, not daring to see her face light up as she saw his name and not mine.
“Smells good.” My brother’s voice carried into the kitchen. He opened the cabinet and grabbed a cup as well, waiting until I finished pouring my own before taking the pot.
“Feeling good, Sammy?” I threatened a laugh and he rolled his eyes.
“I haven’t been this hungover in ages.” He grabbed a bottle of Advil and returned to the table. “It was worth it though, you should have joined.”
I shrugged and took a sip of my coffee.
“Who are you texting?” Sam directed his question at Y/N, who still stood in the middle of the kitchen.
She looked at him and dangled the napkin in the air, “Remember that guy at the bar last night?”
“The really funny one?” He asked.
She nodded fervently, “Yeah, Matt. I got his number and we’re going to grab dinner tonight.”
Sam glanced at me, before returning his gaze to his breakfast.
“He’s a good guy.” Sam said. I think it was more to me, than Y/N.
“I bet.” I mumbled into my drink.
– – – –
Sam decided to watch a movie tonight.
“Batman?” I questioned. He wasn’t one for the superheroes.
He popped it into the disk slot and dropped onto the couch. Looking at his huge frame swallow up the furniture, I remembered being able to hold him in my arms.
“Last time Y/N picked, it’s your turn.” He said while pressing play.
“Good. Wouldn’t want one of your history documentaries to bore me to death, tonight.” I began to laugh and he rolled his eyes.
“Whatever.” He muttered and grabbed the bowl of popcorn he had prepared.
An hour into the movie, the bunker door swung open. The loud creak it made reminded me to oil it later.
“Y/N?” I called out her name. The heels she was wearing when she left were no longer on. Her bare feet padded against the hardwood floor until she finally reached us.
“How was it?” Sam asked, lowering the volume.
Her lips formed a fine line, “I’m just going to go shower.” She grabbed a fistful of popcorn before disappearing.
I looked at my brother. His brows were raised as he shook his head in confusion.
“I’ll go-” I sat up from the chair, “I’ll go check on her.”
Her door was shut. I raised my fist to knock, but she opened it before I got the chance.
“You walk loudly.” She stated. My lips formed at ‘O’.
“What was that about?” I motioned towards the other room with my thumb.
She shrugged and put her heels away in the closet.
“Sorry about that.” She looked up at me with her big, bold eyes, “I think Matt was a lot nicer when he was drunk.”
I crossed my arms and sat on the edge of her bed. “Huh?”
“Well, we ordered our food and everything was great. I mean finally, a break from hunting.” She explained, and I sighed.
She pulled her bouncy hair out from the pins it was in while she continued, “He was sweet at first, really. But I could tell something changed. Matt wanted more than what I did…”
My arms fell to my sides, “Did you leave?”
“Yeah, but that was only after he asked me four times to go back to his place.” She was on the floor, her legs bent underneath her. She dropped her hands onto the floor from frustration as she spoke.
“What a douchebag.” I stated, no other word was able to form itself. “You don’t deserve that.”
She looked up at me, and a smile formed itself against her cheeks.
“I’m gonna be single forever.” She joked. “I mean, who am I kidding?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
From her spot on the floor, she reached out and gripped my leg with her hand. “Come on, Dean. We’re hunters. Let’s say it did work out with Matt – who’s to say he wouldn’t freak out the second that I brought him down into the bunker or told him that vampires are real!” Her grip tightened as she spoke, “It’s so fucking frustrating sometimes.”
“Dating is the worst.” I agreed with her.
“No.” She ran her hand down my leg and to my ankle, where she removed it.
I furrowed my brows and looked at her, every bit of me confused.
“Being alone.” Her eyes dropped from mine and my chest suddenly felt heavy. I knew the feeling of being alone, too well. It was heartbreaking, yet familiar at the same time. It was relief, yet yearning.
“You got me.” I blurted out.
She got up from her spot on the floor by my legs, and situated herself on the bed so she sat next to me.
“I know that, Dean. I meant… more.” Y/N’s voice dwindled into a whisper. I turned my head to face her, and in that moment, I couldn’t lie to her.
“Exactly.” I stated, and her eyes first searched my face. They traveled from eye to eye as she thought of what I could possibly mean, until her lips parted.
I didn’t know what to expect. My heart hasn’t raced this fast since for someone else since high school. I either just started the relationship I had been waiting for, or ruined a friendship that was worth more to me than anything else.
I was so focused on her face that I hadn’t realized her hand found mine.
I wanted to keep her hand there, to squeeze it tight. But, Sam’s words found their way back into my head.
“I’m selfish.” I stated simply, standing up from the bed.
“I’m being selfish, you deserve better.”
She tilted her head at me, her hair falling with it. “What are you talking about, Dean?”
“Everyone I touch, they-”
“I know what you’re going to say.” Y/N cut me off. “Don’t you dare say it.”
“You know I’m not going to.” She stood up from the bed and walked up to me, placing her open palms on my chest. “I’m not just somebody.”
“That’s the point!” I exclaimed, voice rising. “You aren’t just somebody! What if something happened to you? I can’t let you get hurt.”
“You’re not my keeper, Dean.”
I laced my fingers around her wrists, holding her palms tightly against my chest. “From the first time you walked through those bunker doors, I wanted no one but you, and you know why I haven’t told you?”
She looked up at me through her lashes.
“I have been torturing myself every day, because I want you safe. I need you safe.”
For a few moments, no one said anything. Y/N just stared up at me with a look I had never seen before.
Then, she stood on her toes, and pressed her lips to mine.
And God, it was everything I thought it would be. She was warm and sweet, like honey. Her hands were squeezing at my waist and I knew right there that I was done for.
My hands traveled up to her neck, grazing every inch of her skin.
“Since the first day?” She teased, speaking slowly against my lips.
I laughed, “Since day one.” I affirmed and she smiled so wide that all I wanted to do was kiss every inch of her bubbly cheeks.
“How about we get dinner tonight, sweetheart.” I asked, hoping she was still hungry after the shit dinner she described with Matt.
“I’d love to.” Y/N’s fingers found mine and she led me out of her room.
Sam was still seated on the couch. His hand was glued to the remote and I could hear the channel being changed every other second. When we passed through, my hand still in hers, he raised his brows and stared at me.
“Woah, wait-” He called out behind us.
“We’ll be back soon!” Y/N called over her shoulder.
A smile remained on my face for the rest of the night, never faltering.
Yuri on Ice interview translation - Animage 2017/01 (p20-23)
I was going to post this last week but gave priority to the BD stuff. This will be the final interview from the booklet that came with January Animage! There’s still an interview with Kenji Miyamoto left untranslated, but it will be taken care of by @whiteboxgems whenever she has time! I’ll reblog it when it’s around.
This is actually 2 interviews, I’m posting them together because they were one after the other and (main reason) because the second one is very short. A few notes below to better understand the interviews.
The first one is with Yuuichirou Hayashi, the one who created the ending (ED = ending by the way) footage. I have the feeling someone previously posted translations of the captions under the ED screenshots, but I don’t remember where and I’m pretty sure it was just the captions and not the interview parts, so here you have it complete. This one is pretty interesting because he explains in detail how they created the ED, and has some extra information on cut scenes etc. Definitely a must read in my opinion!
The second one is a short interview with Kayoko Ishikawa, the one who did the costume designs. Here you might think: didn’t Chacott design the costumes? I’ll explain. It’s more or less like with Mitsurou Kubo and Tadashi Hiramatsu: Kubo created the original designs for the characters, from scratch, and Hiramatsu transformed them into designs specifically created for animation, therefore with simpler lines, detailed expression sheets and so on. Likewise, Chacott did the original designs for the costumes, from scratch, based on the indications by Yamamoto and Kubo, and then the anime’s costume designer simplified and modified them so that they would be suitable to be animated. (Before actually animating them there’s a further step: the anime’s color designer is going to decide the exact colors, shadows and highlights included, that will be used inside the anime. I translated an interview with the color designer Izumi Hirose some time ago)
I usually don’t add pictures but this time I felt that it would be better to add them as an immediate reference. However, they are just for reference and are not meant to be visually stunning, so please bear with the quality because I just took photos of the magazine with my phone and quickly edited them.
Translation under the cut! (kind of image-heavy)
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Based upon: Bill’s reaction to hearing you’re pregnant.
She had spent the last half hour pacing around her and Bill’s cottage in Sweden, waiting for him to return home from grocery shopping. It was eating her up, she was desperate to tell him, yet she almost feared what he would say; they were not trying for a child.
Finally she got tired of walking around the brightly lit, marbled living room and decided to sit on the leather sofa. However, she could not be still, tapping her foot and twisting her fingers together. She began to think, ‘What if he didn’t want a child? It was coming out in just under two weeks and he was surely going to be signed for more movies once people had seen how incredible he was as the demotic clown. He was just at the beginning of his career, one that could go on for years. It would be unfair to hinder him… he wouldn’t wan this’ She kept on with these fearful thoughts until the sound of the wooden door opening snapped her back into reality.
She could hear the shuffle of his loafers in the kitchen, the sound of crinkling plastic as he set the bags down on the counter.
“Hey Babe.” He called, tone so nonchalant it made her even more nervous.
He began to put the food that would last them for the next five days into the fridge.
“Bill?” She said quietly, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear her.
“Yeah?” His voice came from the kitchen.
She sat frozen on the couch, legs crossed and a knitted, white blanket around her shoulders. Suddenly, she did not want to tell him.
Her eyes snapped up, finding Bill standing in the doorframe. He was donning a black, wool jacket, dark jeans, russet coloured loafers and a confused expression.
She sank back against the supple fabric, then met Bill’s gaze. “I need to speak with you.” She announced cautiously.
He nodded, pale eyes filled with concern and he shrugged off his coat. Placing it on the table, he walked over to the couch she was sitting on.
Night had begun to fall, the once bright blue sky suddenly darker and painted with large streaks of burnt orange and small strokes of pale purple. The massive window in the room looked over the lake and gardens, both of which moved with the soft evening wind.
He took a seat beside her and she slowly turned towards him, pulling her legs into her chest. She was bracing herself for the worst.
“Are you alright?” He wondered.
She nodded. “I’m fine. I’m just…” She looked out the window, unable to bear the sight of his worried face. She took in the slowly lapping waves before speaking. “I love you.” She promised, tearing her eyes away from the outdoors and back to her boyfriend.
He took her small hand in his large one. “You can tell me anything okay? I love you too.” He assured her.
“Bill,” She took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”
Her whole body went stiff.
His pouty lips cracked into a wide smile and he pulled his lover into an embrace. It took her by surprise, her eyes were wide when he first hugged her, then went calm when she realized he was truly happy.
“I love you.” He breathed, lips near her ear. “I love you so fucking much, babe. You and our baby.” He finished.
She threw her arms around his neck and clung to him. “Are you sure it’s alright? I mean, we weren’t planning for this and your career is just starting to really take off… I don’t want to jeopardize your future.” She explained.
He pulled back and took her face into his hands. “You will never been an inconvenience to me. I swear it.” He promised her, his voice deep and passionate.
She believed him by his tone and way his pale green eyes darkened as he stared at her. It was then that it hit her, they were going to have a baby.
“Hey- Babe,” He soothed when he saw her eyes gloss over, “what’s wrong?”
Her rosy lips broke into a smile, tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. “No, no, it’s just…” She looked into his eyes, “We’re actually doing this.”
He grinned back once he realized she was okay.
“We’re doing this.”
Five months had passed since Bill found out about her pregnancy and it had been one and a half months since he had seen her last. He hated leaving her for a month and a half to shoot a film, but she assured him she would be fine. It turned out she was fine, everything was going perfectly well with the pregnancy. Yet she was terrified for him to return.
She stood under the rainfall shower head, letting the lukewarm water cascade down her bare body. Bill was to be home in a week; she missed him dearly.
After her shower, she stood in the grand closet, grabbing a oversized flannel and sweatpants for the evening.
She dropped the fire red, silk robe Bill had bought her in Paris a year back and she caught her reflection in the rectangular floor to ceiling mirror placed beside her shoe collection. Her mouth dropped.
The first few months did not have much affect on her appearance, sure, she looked slightly bigger, but it was nothing incredibly noticeable. So when she took at the reflection, her heart sunk.
Immediately her mind went to her boyfriend, he had never seen her so large before. She wasn’t daft, obviously she would get bigger; she was growing a child inside of her, but Bill had left when she had just hit three and a half months. The idea that he would think she was ugly plagued her thoughts. There were so many stories on the internet and news about men who had left, cheated or refused to sleep with their partner because they were 'fat.’ Bill wasn’t like those cruel men, he would never do something like that to her. Despite that comforting knowledge, she still felt like shit.
The front door opened and she heard the thump of his bags on the hardwood floor.
“Hey, Y/N. I’m home!” He called.
“I’m in the living room, Babe.” She replied, snuggling deeper into the soft blanket.
He strode down the hall and into the living room, smiling at the sight of her curled up on the sofa.
“How are you feeling?” He wondered.
She smiled, “Everything’s going well.”
He knelt down and hand his large hand through her fine hair. “Do you have an Ultrasound soon?” He asked.
“A week fews.” She said easily, yet felt so relieved. She was wearing an incredibly large sweatshirt over her black joggers, so he couldn’t see the difference.
He pressed his lips to her forehead and gave her a chaste kiss before standing, “Alright. Are you hungry? I can make stir fry soon if you’d like.”
She gave him a small smile, he really was a great boyfriend. “Yes, thank you.” She responded.
He headed off to the kitchen.
They had always taken showers together with the exception of the days Bill had to get up at the crack of dawn to shoot scenes for a movie.
She did not want to shower with him anymore.
He found her in a bubble bath one night, orange candles being the only source of light in the room. Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the bathroom door opening.
“I thought you went out.” She said, a bit too quickly.
He watched as she sank further into the bubbles, leaning her head against the smooth porcelain tub.
“I was supposed to meet Alex but I didn’t want to leave you.” He explained.
He moved to the vanity and leaned against the counter, hands holding the granite.
“You should go. I’m fine here.” She said, trying to sound encouraging.
He shook his head. “What’s going on, Babe? You’ve been… distant ever since I got back.” He confessed.
“No, everything is fine Bill. I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” She apologized.
He sighed and sauntered across the bathroom until he reached the tub where he knelt down onto his knees. Her breath hitched in her throat as he reached his hand out to stroke her neck, moving down to her collarbone. Never had she felt uncomfortable when he touch her. In fact, it was quite the opposite; the feeling of his hands all over her body was something she used to crave. He made her feel good.
But when his hand slipped below the water, she immediately pulled away from him. She couldn’t look into his eyes, knowing they would be filled with worry and confusion.
“Babe…” He said softly.
He definitely knew something was up now.
Her back was pressed against the opposite side of the tub, hands gripping the porcelain on either side of her and her the tops of her slightly larger breasts were exposed. Her breathing was heavy.
“Please tell me what’s going on.” He pleaded.
She could hear the desperation in his voice and she knew it was unfair to keep him in the dark about what she was going through.
“Why won’t you let me touch you?”
She lifted her eyes to meet his, chest still rising and falling quicker than usual.
His heart broke at the sight of her.
“I just want to be alone.” She whispered, breaking contact with him.
He knew that she wanted her space, she had completely shut him out.
She woke in an instant when she felt movement in her stomach. Immediately, she sat up in bed, her breaths turning laboured and hand clutching her large belly.
Beside her, Bill opened his eyes at the commotion. When he saw her sitting up, he threw the sheets back and rose, watching her with concern.
“What’s wrong?” He asked quickly.
Her eyes widened when she understood it was their baby kicking.
“No- nothing! Bill they’re kicking!” She exclaimed, dramatically relieved.
He let out a deep breath.
“Can I?” He asked softly.
Her wide smile dropped as she looked at him.
“Please tell me.”
She sighed and took his hand in her right hand, with the other she pulled her red and black flannel above her stomach and placed it on her large bump.
“You’re beautiful.” He leaned down to kiss her stomach. “You’re absolutely stunning.” He promised her.
She ran her fingers in his messy brown hair, combing through the small tangles. He sat up and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately.
Alex grins over from across the diner at her little sister and her new friend, leaning conspiratorially into each other in a booth at Noonan’s.
Both in glasses – one to conceal her identity, one because why the hell not? – both moaning as they dig into the massive ice cream sundae on the table between them.
“I only had to cross an ocean to encounter this delicious cream,” Diana is telling her. “You had to cross – what did you call it?”
“The Phantom Zone,” Kara nods, closing her eyes as she leaves the spoon upside down in her mouth a little longer than necessary, oblivious to the way Diana stops eating to stare wide-eyed at Kara’s lips.
“Was it lonely? That Phantom Zone?”
Kara shrugs as she opens her eyes, and Diana wonders at the kind of blue.
“I don’t remember it. Being stuck there. Except sometimes in dreams. Alex would wake me up screaming when we were kids. My planet would be burning and I’d be stuck in what felt like an abyss, in my pod, and I couldn’t…”
Diana reaches a hand out for Kara’s, and their eyes lock hard.
“It must have been beautiful. Krypton.”
Kara’s smile returns even as tears prick her eyes. “My father used to take me to the edges of Argo City to watch our sun rise – it was red, not yellow like this one – and so much of our cities were just… awash in silver, in our technology, and it could have been sterile, I guess.”
She adjusts her glasses and swipes her spoon through a river of chocolate fudge and licks it off slow, thoughtful. Accidentally seductive, even as Diana’s heart bleeds along with her words.
“But it wasn’t. The way the rising sun would reflect off of all that metal… it was anything but cold. It was… Anyway. It’s gone, now.”
Diana shakes her head slowly. “Not in your heart, Kara Zor-el. Nothing can ever truly be gone. Not if you keep it alive inside you.”
Kara sighs and creates the ultimate sundae spoonful: wet walnuts, fudge,ice cream, a piece of banana, sprinkles, whipped cream. She offers it out to Diana, who accepts, and her eyes fly wide as she moans so loudly, so joyously, that Alex – now joined by her girlfriend – isn’t the only one in Noonan’s turning to stare. Kara giggles.
“The first time I tried it, I got so excited I started flying without even trying to. Alex tried to hold me down but wound up just coming along for the ride.”
Diana laughs, and it’s light and it’s happy and it’s so damn full.
“Your sister’s a brave warrior, it seems. Angry. Frightening, perhaps. But loyal. And that police woman seems to make her smile more easily.”
Kara nods and they both glance over at Alex and Maggie, who catch their eyes and wave.
“She’s the only reason I ever felt at home on this planet. Alex. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”
Diana thinks of Steve, of gas and of planes. She thinks of her aunt, of generals and of last breaths.
Kara doesn’t have J’onn’s telepathy, but she knows anyway. She knows that look.
She sees it in the mirror far too often.
Nearly every time she looks.
“My aunt died, too. Was killed. She survived – she survived, I got her back, a piece of my home, and then she – “ Kara shudders, and tries not to think of Alex.
Alex, protecting her space father.
Alex, loyal to a fault.
Alex, her sister, her world, who somehow became a hardened soldier without her noticing.
“She died. In battle. A renowned General.” Kara smiles softly, and it’s Diana, this time, who tries her hand at creating the perfect spoonful of sundae and offers it to Kara.
“I thought the world would never be able to go on when I lost my general. My mother’s sister. It felt like… you know what it felt like, Kara Zor-el.”
Kara nods, and remembers holding Astra, dying. Remembers holding Alex, weeping. Remembers holding her hand out for J’onn, breathing, breathing. Breathing.
“I have a projection of my mother. Maybe we could try to make one of your aunt. At the DEO. It… it’s not the same, and sometimes… sometimes I don’t know if she left me with the burden of caring for Earth or the burden of righting the wrongs I didn’t even know she’d done, but it… it’s comforting, anyway. Being able to see her. Talk to her. Even if it’s not really her.”
Diana’s eyes sparkle at this girl’s generosity. The way this woman bears the weight of multiple planets on shoulders that somehow still manage to look carefree.
This warrior who doesn’t at all think herself a warrior.
But perhaps that’s what makes her such a powerful one.
“How have you done it, Kara? Seen all you’ve seen, and still… Ares told me that this world doesn’t deserve me, that I should rule it, enslave it, rather than… they kill and they torture and they… how have you done it?”
Kara pokes at their slowly disappearing, slowly melting sundae with her spoon.
“Ice cream helps,” she smiles softly, and Diana looks at her like she’s the sun. Because maybe she is.
“Love,” she amends more seriously. “If I let go of it, I… Alex does terrible things. The person I love most in the world. She hurts people, and she thinks… she thinks it’s alright, because it’s always in defense of someone she loves. She doesn’t think about the people who love the person she’s beating. Or, she does, but… after. Maggie’s helping her with it. J’onn too. And I’m trying. Sometimes I feel like it’s my fault, like I turned her into someone this ruthless, but I… I guess what I’m saying is… I love her. I love her more than my own life. All of her. And she helps me understand. Humans. This planet. The things people do out of fear. Out of love. Out of terror of losing love. The people you’ve found, Diana. They have to be your anchor. Otherwise it… otherwise it consumes you. The things Ares said to you. And you can’t let it. You’re too good.”
“As are you, Kara. As are you.”
Kara licks her lips and lets her eyes lock hard into Diana’s.
“You know what also helps?”
Diana shakes her head, her eyes starting to sparkle, her lips starting to quirk up into an excited smile.
“Pool,” Kara grins.
“We have pools on Themyscira! Mystical pools, with water that – what?” she trails off, smiling in slight confusion, because Kara is laughing and touching her hand and god, she can feel the undercurrent of Kara’s power even in her gentle, affectionate gesture, and it makes her gulp.
“No, I mean a game. Come on. Alex and Maggie will show you.”
Kara is up and offering her hand, and Diana is taking it but her eyes are wide and her lips are playful.
“Can we get more ice cream there?” she asks, and Kara beams.
“Great thing about this city? We can get ice cream almost anywhere.”
Harry opened his eyes slowly, his eyes adjusting to the small light that entered his bedroom when Anne opened the door. Anne walked into the room slowly with a glass of water in her hands. She placed it down on the bedside table next to the untouched plate of food she brought up just a couple of hours ago.
Harry closed his eyes once more as he pulled the blanket tighter against his body. Anne took a seat on the bed next to him and began running her hand through his hair. “It’s heartbreaking to see you this way” Anne whispered quietly.
Harry remained silent, used to hearing the same words used by all his friends and family:
“Everything’s going to be okay someday”-How could it be? He just lost his best friend.
“Just know she’s in a happier place”- Could it be such a happy place if she wasn’t here on Earth anymore? “She lived a happy life.” - She could be living a happy, longer life. With him.
Anne’s eyes glanced to the picture frame that was on the bedside table. She stared at the picture taken about three years ago. As she continued staring at the picture, her eyes started to well up with tears.
Y/N was carefully wiping the cake off her nose, careful to not wipe off any of her makeup. Harry was standing next to her, rubbing a towel against his cheek. Y/N looked at him through the reflection of the washroom mirror. “I thought we agreed to not be those cliche couples that smash the cake into each other’s face” you joked.
Harry removed the towel from his face and smiled. “Love, it’s a tradition! Everyone does it on their wedding day” he pointed out as he turned to look at you properly. Y/N let out a chuckle as she threw away the tissue into a nearby trashcan. “Did you really have to smash it against me that hard though?”
Harry walked over to his new wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m sorry Mrs. Styles. It was never my intention.” Y/N softly smiled as she straightened out her new husband’s tie. “It’s alright. I know you’ll make up it up to me tonight” Y/N smirked, her hands resting on his chest.
Harry’s eyes went wide as Y/N tried to hold back her giggle. Harry placed his hands on Y/N’s waist, careful not to stand on her beautiful, white dress. “Mrs. Styles, are you flirting with me?” Y/N let out a chuckle before she stepped out of Harry’s hold. The newly wed couple exited the washroom and began walking towards where the reception was being held.
Just before they waked in, Harry turned to his wife. “Ready?” Y/N smiled as she nodded her head, “Always.”
The room was filled with friends and family. Everyone static to celebrate Y/N and Harry’s love. There was a sense of happiness that floated around the room. One of the photographers noticed the couple walking in. Immediately he pulled out his camera, “Smile, lovebirds!”
Harry pulled Y/N close to him, his hand on her waist as he placed a kiss on the cheek. Y/N placed her hand on Harry’s check as she looked at the camera and smiled.
Anne fiddled with her fingers on her lap. Lately it’s been hard talking to her son. For all his life, he could talk to her. When he was little and got a scape on the knee, she could put a bandaid on it and everything will be right in the world. When he was a teen and just experienced his first heartbreak, Anne was the one to tell him there were so many other fishes in the sea and to stop dwelling on someone that wasn’t worth his time. When Harry first introduced Y/N to Anne, she was the one that told him that Y/N was special and to never let her go.
What was she supposed to do when he lost his wife?
Harry opened his eyes, his eyes looking everywhere else but at Anne. “Mum, just…I want to be alone.” Harry’s raspy voice let out as he buried himself more into the blankets on the bed.
Anne bit her lip as she nodded her head. Quietly she let herself out of what used to be Y/N and Harry’s shared room.
Harry ran his hand over his face, his bloodshot eyes staring at the papers in front of him. Gemma and Anne quietly sat on both sides of Harry, watching his every move.
“Would you like the deceased to be buried or cremated?”
Harry closed his eyes to prevent the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. He took a deep breath, his leg beginning to bounce as his hands began to shake.
Gemma cleared her throat. “Buried,” Gemma whispered quietly. Anne reached over and grabbed Harry’s hand. Her heart filling with sorrow.
The funeral director nodded. His mouth set in a straight line. “Will you be going with the traditional ceremony with a casket present or not present?”
Suddenly, Harry stood up and walked out the room. Gemma was quick to go after her younger brother while Anne stayed back with the director.
“Harry!” Gemma called out as Harry was pacing out the door. Gemma placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to get him to slow down. Harry turned around and quickly hugged his sister as he sobbed into her neck. Gemma was quick to wrap her arms around him, her own tears began to pour.
Gemma walked down the stairs, a baby monitor in her hands. Y/N was sitting down on the couch sipping a glass of wine. Gemma let out a breath as she plopped down next to her. “Little bugger is finally asleep.”
Y/N smiled. “You have a beautiful little girl, Gem.” Gemma turned her head and smiled at Y/N. “Thanks love but trust me, when you and Harry have children of your own, they’ll be absolutely gorgeous.”
Y/N blushed at Gemma’s words. Her finger tip tracing the wine glass. A moment of silence passed before Gemma finally spoke up. “Have you guys talked about having children?”
Y/N sighed. “We have. But…I don’t know if we’re quite ready.” Y/N admitted as she turned her body towards Gemma and leaned her head against the couch.
Gemma picked up her own wine glass before turning to Y/N as well. “You guys have been married for two years now. Surely you guys are ready.” Y/N shook her head as she stared into her glass. “His album is almost about to release. Then he’s going to have to go on press tours, then soon enough an actual tour. He’s going to be gone for a long time. I don’t think I can handle being pregnant by myself yet alone care for a newborn.”
Gemma nodded, her mind flashing back to when she first had her daughter. She doesn’t know what she would’ve done without her husband helping along the way. “I think you and Harry are able to take over the world.”
Y/N let out a chuckle. Gemma shook her head, “No, I’m serious. It’s hard and almost rarely seeing a love that you and Harry have. It’s the kind of love you see in movies. I don’t think anything or anyone can ruin that. Having a baby, having children will bring the two of you closer if humanly possible. And Y/N, I know my brother will love that little bug more than life itself. I know he’s willing to drop anything and everything for you. I believe in you guys.”
Y/N’s head tilted as she smiled at her sister in law. Careful not to spill her drink, she leaned over and pulled Gemma in for a hug. “I think the best part of marrying Harry was getting you as a sister.” Y/N admitted. Gemma softly smiled as she returned the hug.
Harry walked into his room and shut the door. He instantly went to Y/N’s side of the bed. He didn’t bother taking off his clothes nor did he bother wiping his tear stained face. He had an excuse. He just came back from Y/N’s fucking funeral.
Harry looked over to Y/N’s bedside table. Everything remained untouched from the last time Y/N was here. Y/N’s reading glasses were on top of her favorite novel that she’s read too many times to count. Her favorite candle to light around fall was halfway gone. There was an empty glass that was always filled because she would always be incredibly thirsty when she woke up in the morning.
Lying on the middle of the table was Y/N’s engagement ring.
Harry demanded that Y/N was buried with her wedding band on. In his head it meant that Y/N would be with him forever. Harry picked up the engagement ring. As he stared at the beautiful ring that took a pretty big chunk out of his bank account, memories of his marriage started to play in his head: how he asked Y/N’s parents for her hand in marriage, how he picked out the ring with both Anne and Y/N’s mother, how he proposed, how Y/N looked when he got down on his knee. He thought about the pride he felt when he would hold Y/N’s hand and feel her ring on her, he thought about the fights that only made them stronger. He thought about how he was supposed to fucking grow old with Y/N. He thought about it all.
And it killed him.
“Gah!” Harry yelled out in frustration as he threw the ring across the room. Harry wrapped his arms around himself as he laid his head against Y/N’s pillow, her smell still lingering. Harry let out a sob. He stared at the ceiling. “You promised! You fucking promised!” Harry yelled through his sobs, his hands flying to his face.
One night when Harry and Y/N were both 18, they took a drive together. They let the night carry them away. The car ride was filled with laughter, smiles, story telling, happiness. They drove until they were miles away from the city. They were driving away from all their troubles, promising to return.
Eventually they stopped in a field a hundred miles away from civilization. The only light was from the lantern Harry kept in his car for emergencies. Harry and Y/N were laying on the hood of his car, staring at the million of stars in front of them, something you would never be able to see in a busy city like London.
“Does it ever scare you?” Y/N whispered, her eyes never once leaving the beautiful sight in front of her. Harry looked over at his girlfriend, his eyebrows raised. “About what, love?”
Y/N looked at those beautiful green eyes she would always get lost in. “About how fast everything is changing for us?”
And things were changing. Harry was in one of the biggest bands in history, their success growing more and more each day while Y/N tackled the hardship of being a uni student. It was a sore topic. To talk about the idea of someday growing apart.
Harry nodded his head as he gave Y/N’s hand a squeeze. “Sometimes it scares me. It scares me how much I love you. How much I adore you. How I couldn’t see myself with any other person than you.”
Harry’s words brought a smile to Y/N’s face. She leaned up and looked at her boyfriend. “I will love you forever, Harry Styles.”
Harry leaned up, a smile decorated on his face. He brought Y/N’s hands to his lips, placing a kiss on it. “Promise me something, petal?” Y/N nodded her head, “Anything, H.”
“Promise me no matter what obstacles come our way, no matter what life throws at us, no matter how many people are telling us no, promise me. Promise you’ll never leave me.”
Y/N smiled. This was a promise she would be sure to keep. Nothing would make her say otherwise. She placed a small kiss on Harry’s lips. With her forehead leaning against his, “I promise.”
Harry pulled his knees to his chest. He began to rock back and forth, the tears never leaving his eyes. Through his sobs, Harry whispered to himself, “You promised.”
eh idk. is this too repetitive to the things i write? lol at first i was like damn this gonna be good but then i was like oh god AM I SELLING OUT.
January. It is still cold outside. Snow is falling in white flakes from the sky and covers the last piece of earth. We are sitting by the fire when you lean over and kiss me with hot chocolate dripping lips. (You read Les Misérables to me and I knew from the start that you were my Enjolras, my sun and I was Grantaire following you gladly into death.)
February. You’re a mysterium and there’s more to unravel then I first thought. I think you’re lonely but when I tell you, you throw your head back like an animal in headlights. Your dark locks shine in the late winter sun and your laugh is the most beautiful sound I ever heard. (We lie awake in tangled sheets when you read The Great Gatsby to me. All I can think about is how Jay never had the chance for happiness with Daisy and in the end died lonely. I bury my head in the crook of your neck and when my fist curls firm around the hem of your shirt you crown my head with kisses.)
March Your body fits mine and when we start to move it’s utter perfection. I can feel your fingertips digging in my skin, leaving bruises but I couldn’t care less. You are mine. I am yours. It’s all that counts. (I’m already half asleep when you start reading Les Liaisons dangereuses, your accent nonexistent when you pronounce French words as if you’ve spoken the language by birth. You’re my Vicomte de Valmont and I cut out the thought of Madame de Tourvel who ended up alone.)
April The first fight comes with spring and mild temperatures. It’s like we’re two magnets always colliding with our passion. Sometimes we don’t talk to each other for hours, but we’ll always come back, don’t we? (You enter my room in the middle of the night through the window but I’m not really surprised, just tug you in and we lie in the shadows as if we’ve always belonged there. I don’t even know how you got your hands on a book but when you start reading Wuthering Heights I feel an awful lot like Catherine who desperately wanted to see the good in Heathcliff.)
May Sometimes it’s strange how hard you try to pretend to be everybody’s darling. You’re a gentleman at your finest, flashing a daring smile and everybody seems to eat out of your palms. I know there’s a dark temptation around you, a temper that’s hard to control and sometimes, rarely, I love to push you to your own limits. (We’re sitting in the bathtub, warm water washing around our bodies and my back and head rest on your chest; your words are a deep rumble and I can feel every breath you take while the story of Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy fills the walls of the room. Their story resonates in me like an echo.)
June There’s a movie on tv and we’re tangled on the couch, your nose buried in the crook of my neck, your arms tight around my waist. I try to get up but you won’t let me go. There’s a rumble in your chest and something that sounds an awful lot like three certain words; in the end I stay. (That night you’re reading The Perfume to me. There couldn’t be any other book which would better fit your obsession, half a year was barely enough time to understand how extremely you love me. When your voice fills my ears I know that if I should die before you, you’d try and find a way to conserve my essence. Just like Grenouille.)
July You’re typing and discussing with the brutality of a bloodhound but the face of an angel. When you start to shred your papers I merely smile and give you the waste basket to clean up the mess once you finish. (We lie in the backyard of my parents’ house. The night has long fallen and garden candles are giving barely enough of their light for you to read. You read Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - I run my fingers through your dark locks, kiss your face and cheeks. We both know that it’s not easy to fight against yourself, don’t we?)
August There’s something wrong with you when you return from your father’s place and I know it the minute you step into the room. You grab me hard and kiss me until my lips start to bleed. You butcher them raw while your fingers dig into the place behind my ears as if you want to bruise my skin and mark me. I feel the desperation between our lips so I loop my arms around your neck and try to erase the memory. (We’re sitting on the couch together with empty boxes of Chinese takeout at our feet and when you finally decide on a book I’m quite surprised it’s Vanity Fair. I knot our hands together and I can feel the smile coming up around the corners of my mouth. You’re George Osborne fighting for Amelia - I understand. I do.)
September The library is our bedroom where we both walk on common ground and we steal kisses in between. It is all I ever dreamed of and all I ever wanted and still you give me more. We’re compulsive in love. I blend out the small voice in my head trying to warn me from the madness we’re heading into. (It’s the last day of autumn’s hot sun and sunbeams dance over our skins. We’re lying in the grass under the giant cherry tree and you’re reading Dante’s Divina Commedia in your perfect Italian tongue. I feel like Beatrice, guiding you through heaven while you wandered through hell for so long alone.)
October Days are getting shorter and nights are getting longer and there’s not enough time shared between classes and work and thesis. As soon as we’re both home we’re tangled in each other and for minutes no one can tell us apart. We started to need each other like oxygen and neither of us minds. (We’re sitting by the windowsill, feet on feet and a blanket to hold us warm while the last days of autumn and first days of winter pay their tributes. The Picture of Dorian Gray is a cruel piece of literature though it couldn’t describe you better so I listen, I breathe, I love.)
November My friends invite us to a party and they observe what we don’t notice anymore: your hand is in mine, on my shoulder, the small of my back, my hand on your arm. Your stare gives me a self confidence I never felt before and when they tell me I’ve changed all I can do is laugh, freely. Freedom is all I ever wanted and I found it in your eyes, your touch, your voice. (That night we returned when the moon was high and you brushed kisses along my spine. You chose to read Gone with the Wind and I drank every word about Scarlett and Rhett from your lips. I promised to follow you to the end of the world and you promised me another day.)
December Living with you is like dancing a cruel dance with Death himself. There’s always the narrow stage of getting too close to the edge but you keep saying go on, one more step. I know that I should be afraid of falling. But I was never afraid of heights anyway. (We’re sitting in tangled sheets, naked bodies wrapped up in each other and I can feel your lips against my shoulders, my neck. You avoided Shakespeare long enough and when you finally start to quote Romeo and Juliet by heart, we both already know that it’s just a matter of time until people will see the reflection of doomed lovers in our eyes.)
BTS’s reaction to you playing their song on the piano:
A/N: Here you are, sweetie ❤️ I really hope you enjoy it! Hopefully it’s as filled full of feels as you wanted~
Jin: Jin pricks his ears, and listens to the melodious chords fluttering to his ears. You haven’t played the piano in a while. It’s good to finally hear the dusty old instrument in use. He heads towards the sound, before a bout of realisation has him stopping at the door,
where just inside he can see your curved figure leaning over the keys, sweeping the music along with your fingers. He knows this tune. It’s his tune - ‘Awake’.
And without any warning - no cracking or breaking, just out of the blue, like thunder in June - tears well up in his eyes, and shimmer to the brink of spilling
over. Of all the songs you could have picked, you picked the one he needs to hear. He can still
remember the emotions that tumbled through him when he first sang this song: the desperation he felt to keep up with his six brothers, the terror he recoiled from, a fear of falling behind. Yet, here he is, years later, still trembling and afraid, but trying
hard to mask it – reduced to tears behind the living room door. Except… no. Things have changed. Back then, he didn’t have you – you, who keep his chin up, and his eyes fixed firmly on the clouds. You, who believe without
an inkling of a doubt that he can go further, stretch farther, and climb
higher than he ever realised. You, who everyday whisper to him, ‘Kim
Seokjin, how luck am I to have you?’ Really, he should be the one asking you. After all, if it weren’t for you, he’d still be on the ground,
tear-dampened gaze filtering to fickle mist-clouds he could never reach. Now,
here he is, flying – soaring – because of you. Up past blue and into the star
sprinkled black of space.
The tears are falling now, but they feel good – warm and
wet like a spring shower. It’s been a while since he cried - properly, like this. He opens the door, and you turn in your seat to
face him, and when he holds out his arms, you run to him, and burrow into his heat. While you rest your head in the
crook between his shoulder and his neck, he sings the rest of the tune in
low tones. “Maybe I can’t touch the sky, but I’ll stretch my arm.”
Yoongi: It has been a tough day for Min Yoongi. He’s been sat in the
studio all afternoon, all evening, and well into the night, fiddling on his laptop, trying to
get the latest track just right. When he closes his eyes,
he can still see the square of light from his screen, burned in blue onto his
retina. He arrives back at his house, completely drained of energy, only to be
greeted by a gentle wave of music when he opens the door. And despite all the muscles in his face being past their stretching
point, they still manage to push up into a smile when he hears you tinkling away
on the piano, playing a song he produced (of course, nothing else would do for
you), playing something he hasn’t heard in a while - ‘Tomorrow’.
You stop playing when you hear him enter the room,
peeking over your shoulder at his tired face.
“Please continue,” he rasps.
Your brows tip up in concern, sensing how tired he is, but
you return to your music without pressing him with a ‘how was your day?’. In a few steps he’s sitting down on your right-hand
side, and his fingers fitting into the groves of the worn ivory keys, he
unfolds a gentle harmony in the treble cleft.
You continue on, the both of you enraptured in the music,
until Yoongi’s playing fades away, and as you turn to him, wondering why he’s
stopped, his head lolls onto your shoulder. Smiling, you brush a few stray wisps
of hair away from his face. “Tired?”
He nods into your shoulder, eyes closing as you pick up the
tune again, slower and more lullaby-like.
“Rest all you want,” you tell him, “I’m not letting you go
back to work, until I know you’ve fully recovered.” Then, as he slowly slips into sleep, you whisper the lyrics from ‘Tomorrow’ he needs to hear most: “Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break. Don’t give up… Don’t get too far away, tomorrow.”
Hoseok: Outside, the wind whisks up a torrent of leaves, clattering in shades
of frozen amber against your window, but inside, cut off from the cold autumn
storm, it glows with warmth, drenched in the heat of love and affection – mainly Hoseok’s love
and affection, directed at you. As you sit at the piano, running through a soft
re-imagining of ‘Autumn Leaves’, he watches in appreciation, head resting in his
hands, breath snatched away at the way your fingers ghost across the keys, eyes half-closed, drowned in the melody.
As the final chords hang in the air, Hoseok rouses himself from the trance you have placed him in and begins clapping in
appreciation – the sole audience member in this private concert. “Wow! Y/N, just… wow! That was… wow….” He tries to search
for a word to aptly describe the feelings you have stirred in him, but nothing
surfaces, so instead, he crosses the distance between you, and expresses himself with a gentle hand on your cheek and a breathy kiss that presses warmth into your lips.
When he pulls away, your fingers reach out, wanting him
back – and, smiling, he obliges, balancing on the edge of the piano stool so he
can be that extra bit closer to you.
With the first pitter-patters of rain starting up outside, Hoseok starts up another kind of storm with you –
flurries of kisses dropping down onto your skin. As the leaves fall, you fall in love.
Namjoon: Sometimes, Namjoon really doesn’t like himself. When it’s
late in the evening, and the light’s fading, he really doesn’t like himself. When he’s wasted away the day, erasing work, rather than progressing, he really doesn’t like himself. When he can’t
force a smile without cracking, he really doesn’t
But, at least he’s coming home to you. And he knows that, despite all
the negativity that’s oozing through him like sewage water, you love him. Even in moments of doubt, like right now, when he arrives home,
faded, and ghostly, and wondering if he’s likeable, he hears you wandering
through chords on the piano, and he knows that you know. Because he recognises the song – ‘Reflection’. It’s your reminder that it’s okay – all of
He leans back against the door as the familiar notes hit him
– spine pressing to the wood and head tilting back till he’s gazing up at the
grey ceiling. There may be no words, but each jump of your fingers across
the black and ivory keys speaks to him. He hears. He understands.
After a few moments, after a few deep breaths,
he feels himself – his real self – float back into his body, and he’s ready to
greet you. He steps forward, into the light of the music room, where you shift
to glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. The music keeps on spinning
out. He smiles at you, and you smile back, and that’s all it takes for Namjoon
to like himself like you love him.
Jimin: “Forever we are young, amidst the scattering rain of flower
petals I run, wandering through this maze.” Jimin can’t help but sing the last
few lines of the familiar song while you rest upon the final chords on the piano.
Turning to him, eyes shining bright, you say, “Your singing still sounds
as beautiful as it did when you first sang this song.”
Jimin heaves out a
sigh. “That was a long time ago, wasn’t it?” His mind flickers back to those
days, an eternity ago (try a few years, but they feel infinite), when you didn’t exist in his life. So many things have
changed since then. He’s changed since then.
Sensing a shift in his mood, you reach out your hands to him, hoping for a hold on his uncertain frame, quivering on the edge of being lost to remembering. In answer to your silent plea, he
steps closer and winds his arms around your shoulders. You ground him back in reality with your head resting on his chest.
“It wasn’t so long ago…” you murmur.
“Sure feels like it though.” Stifling thoughts begin
clinging onto Jimin, realisations of how far on his life has progressed, how
much closer he is to stepping off the cusp of youth… realisations that the
lyrics of the song you played can’t be true. He won’t be young forever, and neither will
you. It terrifies him.
You stretch your neck to gaze up at him. “We’re still young,” you assure him, “And even when we grow
old, and get grey-haired and wrinkly, we’ll stay young – on the inside at
least. All I need is you by my side, and I feel like I could stay vibrant and
strong for the rest of my life.”
How is it that you always know what to say? Jimin swallows down his foul-tasting fears and kisses the
top of your head. “Young forever, you and me.”
Taehyung: As you drift through the dream-enhancing chords, sat over the
piano, Taehyung stands on the other side of the door, enraptured and enwrapped by
your playing. When the final notes peel away into a calm quiet, he opens the door to be greeted by your smile.
“Just One Day?” Taehyung asks, although he doesn’t need an
answer from you – he recognises the melody like he recognises the freckles
on your face.
“Did you like my arrangement of it?”
“Like it?” Taehyung flops down onto the nearby sofa, and
motions for you to join him, “Like it? I adored it.”
“I adore you,” you counter, abandoning the piano stool
to find a comfier spot with Taehyung, perched above him, legs straddling his
waist. Your hair falls down around your shoulders and, as you lean towards
Taehyung, it cuts off the rest of the world, encasing the two of you in your own existence.
Taehyung’s hands reach up to cup your face, and when you close your eyes to his touch, he stretches up to kiss your eyelids. In parting
his lips from your skin, he murmurs, “I never really understood the lyrics of
that song until I met you.”
“What? ‘Just One Day’?”
He nods, bumping his nose against yours in the process. “I
never understood the desperate need to be with someone, even if it was only for one day. But then I saw you, and suddenly it made sense. I got the feeling that
even if I could only be with you for one day, one hour, even one second, that would be enough for me. It’s like my purpose is to be with you.”
You felt the sting of tears as they jumped up behind
your lids, but you refused to let them fall. “I suppose it’s a good thing we
have more than one day then.”
Jungkook: Poised on your doorstep,Jungkook takes a deep breath and steps forward to knock.
The last time he saw you, you had been in floods of tears,
both of you shouting things you didn’t mean. Now he’s outside, wanting to
apologise, to go back to how it used to be. But he’s scared. He’s terrified.
And he can’t bring himself to make a move.
That is until he hears the strains of a piano playing,
wafting through an open window. Those chords are familiar – ‘Love is not over’.
On recognising the song, he slowly breaks down – like a lump of sugar dissolving
in coffee, one second he’s solid and the next he’s disappearing, forgetting
himself and slipping over into tears. He can’t bear to be apart from you any longer, and judging
by your playing, neither can you. Not caring how much of a mess his face is,
puffy and red, striped with tear-tracks, he knocks. And after a few seconds you
answer. Your face is a mirror of his, just as cracked, just as damp.
“I’m sorry…” is all you can say before he pulls you into a
tight hug that squeezes all the air out of you, and he’s murmuring in your ear,
“Me too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Just like that it’s okay again. With the two
of you, things can never truly be finished – you can never truly be done with each other.
Love will never be over, and so long as you’re breathing, you’ll be together.
pre-zimbits, in which bittle is drunk and jack is very patient (and a jerk with a great ass)
“I can’t believe I didn’t stay for Senior Week last year.”
Bittle was sprawled across the grass in the little cemetery on the other side of the soccer field. Jack wasn’t entirely sure how he got here, but he was very drunk and very alone, and everyone else was very drunk and not answering Bittle’s texts.
“Having fun?” Jack asked, hands in his pockets.
Bittle pulled himself to his feet, using a headstone for balance. “Mmph, sorry there, Mr. Dead Dude. Don’t haunt me for this.”
Bittle was drunker than Jack feared. He stumbled over, eyes glassy and unfocused. There was no doubt Jack would be cleaning vomit tonight; Bittle was so buying him Annie’s tomorrow.
Bangtan Spells Compilation: When You Need Comfort.
Hi lovelies! This time we have for you a compilation of scenarios in which you need comfort and support. We hope you like this if you enjoy the genre and that brings you, our beautiful readers, some comfort as well. Please enjoy!
Cold Water : Yoongi is there for you when you’re trying to fight depression. Genre: Angst / Fluff. Warning: Depression.
Resplendent : You are feeling insecure so Yoongi helps you in his own straightforward manner. Genre: Angst / Fluff.
Here and Now: After watching the prologue video you get very emotional, so the boys plan a day out with you in which you reflect on your friendship. Genre: Fluff / Friendship.
Thick and Thin: You are having a hard time because you’d gained weight recently, sometimes Yoongi isn’t helpful but sometimes he is. Genre: Fluff / Drama.
Somewhere In Between: When you break up with you boyfriend, your best friend Yoongi helps you get over it, in the process you realize how important is Yoongi to you. Genre: Angst / Fluff.
Building Hope: Hoseok is your classmate who has a smile brighter than the sun, he patiently helps you to overcome depression. Angst / Fluff. Warning: Depression.
Perfect To Me: You are hurting because you broke up with your boyfriend but your best friend Jimin is there to calm you down and then awkwardly confesses to you. Genre: Angst / Fluff.
Just Remember: When you start feeling insecure about university your boyfriend Jimin gives you his support. Genre: Fluff / Drama.
Turn On The Light: Jimin notices you have depression. Warning: Self harm, depression. Genre: Angst / Romance.
Lean On Me: You find out your cousin passed, Taehyung is there to comfort you as you grieve. Genre: Angst / Fluff.
Irreplaceable: Your cat just passed away so your boyfriend Taehyung does everything for you to feel better. Genre: Fluff / Romance,
Selfless Love: Your dog passes due to kidney failure, Taehyung holds your hand as you feel your friend’s absence. Genre: Angst / Fluff.
Lightning Rod: You are scared of thunder so when there’s a storm Taehyung goes to you to comfort you and make you feel better. Genre: Fluff.
Bright Up My Sky: You just had an awful day at school but Taehyung is determinate in making it all better. Genre: Fluff / Drama.
In My Eyes: Jungkook finds out you’ve been feeling insecure about your looks. Genre: Fluff / Drama.
P.S I Love You: When you die Jungkook finds out you left several letters to help him get through his grieving and continue his life. Genre: Angst / Fluff.
Holding Onto You: You are feeling insecure so your boyfriend Jungkook reassures you. Genre: Angst / Fluff.
oooooo i rly love your blog! i thought requests are closed but thank god its open ;; can i request mccree, genji, and prefall! gabe's s/o feel that they're not good enough of them and successfully ran from their room at night and trying to runaway from overwatch but they found them? sorry if its too specific ;;;;
((A/N - The more specific the more I can write, honestly!))
The night was cold, a bitter wind breezing through your locks. The moonlight made shadows dance around you. You took one look back at the base, regretting having ever gotten involved with Overwatch in the first place. It was all too good to be true; them accepting you, you being promoted to work in Blackwatch and from there finding the love of your life. It was too perfect and you knew something was going to happen to ruin it. It was best you get out early before you had your heart broken.
You pulled the strap of your bag filled with your belongings over your shoulder, boots sludging through the long grass and looking towards the bright lights of the city. That was where you would stay for the night and carry on travelling tomorrow morning.
You ducked your head down, eyes instantly watering at being caught and having to face him.
“What.. What’re y'doin’, sweetheart?”
You only took one step forward before a cold hand gripped around your wrist, your other quickly being brought up to hurridly wipe away a fallen tear.
“Darlin’. Talk t'me. Please.”
You only looked at him because of how broken and cracked his voice sounded. You owed him this much. His brows furrowed in concern and lips were downturned. He was dressed in his PJs still, meaning he must have followed you as soon as you left. You shivered from the wind. He broke. Warmth surrounded you as Jesse encased you with his arms, his body shuddering.
“Come back. Don’t go. I don’t know what I’d do without ya’.” His deep voice muffled by burying his face in your hair.
You surrendered to his embrace, becoming limp in his arms. How could you be so foolish? How could you do this to the one you love? Your gaze was emotionledd as you internally beat yourself up. Again, you didn’t feel you deserved someone who loved you as much as Jesse McCree.
“Well get through this, (Y/N). I promise.”
You looked over at your boyfriend, sleeping soundly on his side of the bed, his red lights making the room glow ominously. His chest rose and sank rhythmically.
You’d been setting this for a while. The first time Genji had asked you why you were leaving the comfy confines of your bed, you said you were going for a walk as you couldn’t sleep. That was your excuse for everytime he caught you after that, but in reality you were prepping. Bag filled with essentials, warm clothes hidden outside in your safe space. You were ready. You took one last glance at your perfect boyfriend, eyes blurring with tears. You didn’t deserve him. You didn’t deserve any of this.
Practice made perfect, stepping in places where the floor wouldn’t creak and opening the door just enough to slip out. Once outside of the base, the cool air hit your face. You located your belongings and began the trek out of town.
What you never knew was that Genji was watching your every step, and had been everytime you went out for a ‘walk’.
Before you could even leave the grounds, Genji was at your side but a step behind, his footsteps silent. His voice made you jump.
“Where are you going, (Y/N)?”
You hugged your bag close to your body, keeping your eyes downcast.
“You are family. Of course we here for you. I am here for you.”
Genji reached towards your hand slowly, as though comforting a frightened animal. He grasped his hand firmly around yours, pulling you in close to shield you from the cold.
“We will work on this, (Y/N). You have a bright future ahead. Do not think for one second I will not be with you every step of the way.”
Droplets began falling from the dark sky, pattering against your clothes.
He was devastated. He was only away for two days and you were gone. Your belongings still sat in your shared room, a note that you had written and sealed left on the coffee table. In it you had said you felt guilty and unworthy. Using Overwatch’s resources to protect you just felt wrong. You had gone into hiding by yourself.
Gabriel was protecting you against Talon. After they took Amélie… He shook his head, not able to think about what they could do. He couldn’t sit on the bed staring at the blank wall all day. He had to find you. He loves you and couldn’t let you get hurt.
You had somehow ended up in Dorado, appreciating the current festival from the shadows. You carried only money and your passport. Anything else could be easily bought and just dragged you down. Your heart sank when you saw families laughing or couples holding hands. You bit your lip, a bitter taste in your mouth. Turning around, you apologised to the person you had just bumped into, making to side step around them. A hand caught your upper arm, immobilising you. Your head shot up, meeting those familiar chocolate pools which looked.. tired. You sighed, not realising how tense you were.
“Why?” Gabriel croaked.
Music littered the background, colourful lights creating shadows on your face. You gulped. Why.
“You do too much for me. I’m a civillian. Not an agent. Overwatch should be prioriti-”
“Overwatch can shove it up their asses, (Y/N). You felt guilty? For us protecting you? Talon are out there hunting us. I need you to be safe.”
You leant back, fear rippling through your chest at how angry he was. He saw it reflect on your face and let go of your arm.
“Please. Come back. We miss you. I miss you.”
You looked down at your trembling hands and nodded. Gabriel was on you in an instant.
Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.
Aelin didn’t stop as she pushed open the hospital doors.
Her heart was pounding against her ribcage. She didn’t even notice as the door closed on Rowan, though she knew he was behind her the whole time. She just couldn’t stop. It was like her body was on autopilot. She wouldn’t stop until she finally reached the hospital room.
Until she finally reached Lysandra.
Her heart raced in her chest so fast, almost feeling like it would stop at any moment.
Aelin walked right past the front desk. Past the noise-filled waiting room. Past all of the waiting husbands, mothers, sisters, brothers. She jetted past them all with a million different emotions, thoughts, and outcomes running around her head.
A/N: I wrote this sometime last year but never posted it for some reason I don’t know… So I thought it’s about time I do it haha. I hope you guys like it, I’d love it if you let me know what you think. Oh and sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc. Other than that, enjoy!(:
Notes: Written for @abstractedthinking who is having a hard time. Just a short little thing. Sorry if it’s a little rough around the edges, I’ve got a pretty bad headache today D:<
Patton hadn’t seen Virgil all day.
That by itself wasn’t terribly alarming, but then there’d been the anxious side’s behavior before he’d disappeared: withdrawn, uncertain around the others, more likely to shy away from physical contact. The clues were subtle, but Patton had learned to spot them long ago. Combined with his all-day disappearing act, there was no doubt in Patton’s mind: Virgil was having an episode.
He waited until Logan and Roman had retired for the evening before seeking Virgil. It was always better to confront him when there was less likelihood of being interrupted. He knew Virgil wouldn’t be asleep; he rarely slept anyway, and during the episode, there would be…distractions, keeping him awake.
Patton’s jaw firmed a little as he climbed the stairs. Distractions, indeed. A familiar curl of anger uncoiled in his gut, but he suppressed it. Now was not the time for his own emotional response; now was the time to be there for Virgil.
He didn’t knock when he reached the anxious side’s door. But he did pull out the key Virgil had given him, all those months ago. He’d pressed it into Patton’s hand, eyes averted, and mumbled, “Just in case.”
Patton hadn’t asked ‘in case what.’ He’d suspected he’d know, when the time came to use the key.
He pushed the key into the lock and opened Virgil’s door, slipping inside and closing it behind him. He blinked, willing his eyes to adjust. “Virgil?”
A soft whimper met his ears, and he squinted, trying to see through the shadows. They eventually resolved themselves just enough to see the vague lumpy shape of Virgil’s bed–and the dark shape of Virgil, curled up in its center.
Patton reluctantly let go of the doorknob and stepped into the unnatural black. It wasn’t just the absence of light that made Virgil’s room like this sometimes, he knew, but an invasion of shadows: the darker thoughts, doubts, and fears that Virgil worked so hard to keep from Thomas.
And he did an amazing job, he really did. But sometimes they overcame him all the same, and he’d confided to Patton, not long ago, that they could hound him for days or even weeks at a time, if no one intervened.
Patton’s heart had broken, thinking of all the times no one had. Of all the times in the past that Virgil had vanished, and the’yd all chalked it up to the anxious side simply being ‘emo,’ or ‘broody.’ Not once had any of them thought to check on him–to find out if he needed help.
Guilt tried to choke Patton’s throat and pushed, burning, at the back of his eyes. We left him alone for so long, he thought sorrowfully. He suffered so much, and it was our fault. My fault. I could’ve–
Patton’s mouth twisted into a silent snarl, and he forced the thoughts from his mind. The shadows were subtle, but he’d learned to recognize them, when they began to work at him. And he’d learned ways to resist.
Virgil. Focus on Virgil. Guilt doesn’t matter. Yes, I made mistakes, but they’re in the past. They don’t matter now.
(…you left him to suffer, you ignored him, you hurt him, you…)
–won’t make the same mistake twice.
The voices relented some, sullen, and Patton nodded, satisfied he’d shut them up for the time being. He moved forward, doing his best to ignore the vague, ominous hissing as the shadows slithered past him, trying to coil around his limbs. He clenched his fists and focused his attention on his goal: Virgil. He thought, clear and confident, I am going to get to Virgil. I am going to comfort Virgil. I am going to reach my son.
The shadows hissed angrily, furious at his steadfast resolve, but it was enough: they retreated a little. Enough for Patton to catch a glimpse of Virgil, sitting wide-eyed and curled in on himself, tears streaking his face and hands clamped to his ears as he tried to drown out the voices. Patton’s heart broke again, and he eased himself onto the mattress in front of the anxious side, reaching out to touch his arm gently.
Virgil started, badly, drawing away and staring at Patton. For a moment there was no recognition in his eyes–just horror, fear, and a kind of desperate despair–but after a few moments, he blinked, and his eyes cleared just a little.
“P-pat–Dad?” he said, and his voice broke badly on the single syllable word. There was so much hope in that word, but so much fear, too–that Patton might not be real, that he might simply be a figment conjured by the shadows, sent to torment him further.
“Yeah, kiddo,” Patton murmured, giving Virgil the brightest smile he could in an effort to dispel those doubts. “I’m here.”
Virgil stared for only a moment longer before flinging himself forward, launching himself into Patton’s arms and whimpering as fresh tears spilled onto his cheeks.
“Dad,” he sobbed. “I’m…scared. Dad, I’m so scared.”
“I know, kiddo. I know,” Patton whispered, wrapping Virgil up tight in his arms and cupping the back of his head. He felt his own tears threatening once more, and this time he let them fall. He pressed a kiss to Virgil’s hair, then another, and another. He began to rock him back and forth, soothing him, even as the oppressive weight of the shadows tried to bear down around them.
“They–th-they say you guys don’t really…c-care about me,” Virgil whimpered into Patton’s neck. “They s-s-say you’re just buh-being nice…th-they…”
“They’re lying,” Patton said firmly, but gently. It was, after all, no good scolding Virgil for these thoughts and fears: he didn’t ask for them, and he didn’t want to believe them, either. “They’re telling you lies. We love you very much.”
It took a few more repetitions of those gentle reminders before Virgil finally calmed down, and the shadows retreated a little bit more. Not completely–Patton knew they might not go for hours yet–but they did at least withdraw a little, leaving the pair of them with some breathing room.
Virgil sighed, ducking his head and hiding it under Patton’s chin. “I’m s-sorry,” he whispered. “I…I know y-you must get…tired of dealing with all of this…”
“Hey. No,” Patton murmured, drawing back far enough to take Virgil’s face between his hands, easing his head up to look at Patton. “Never,” he said firmly, stroking Virgil’s cheeks with his thumbs and brushing away the tears. “I only wish you didn’t have to go through this, Virgil. But I’ll ride it out with you every time. And I’ll never get tired of reminding you just how much you’re loved.” He smiled and tapped Virgil’s nose with his thumb, then bent to press a kiss in the same spot. “Okay, bugaboo?”
Virgil smiled. It wasn’t a solid smile; it wavered, like a reflection in a pool of water whose surface had been disturbed by drops of rain or a casually tossed stone. But it was there. And it was a start.
“Okay,” Virgil whispered.
Patton leaned down again and kissed Virgil’s forehead firmly. “I’m proud of you, Virgil. I love you.”
Virgil drew a shaky breath. “Love you too, Dad,” he whispered, curling in closer and wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist.
And Patton held him that way until dawn, whispering gentle praises and words of love and support and comfort until the shadows finally began to abate, and Virgil drifted, at last, to sleep in Patton’s arms.
She dies a little when he says sorry. So that’s it? Another apology? Is that all you’ve got for me today? He doesn’t know any better, the sinner will melt his skin into your bones if he could. There is lava everywhere and we can’t share a day without finding flaws to make us jump. There is enough distance between us to make the sun and the moon seem like two love birds who should’ve pushed a little harder to show up all at once. And while we’re on the topic of day and night, you’re on my mind daily and you’re the reason why it’s hard to sleep. I keep telling myself that there’s enough hope out there to save myself from who I used to be. I keep waking up with a belly filled with regrets and maybe that’s why I skip breakfast and lunch. I have a basket of poetry for dinner and it’s the only thing that ever fills me up. The weight of my soul doesn’t match up with the weight of my body, I guess I don’t eat enough. I do eat enough apologies though. Another I’m sorry and I’ll be full again. Some would say I’m full of shit. What’s a writer to a poet? Just someone who’s better at bullshitting. Maybe I’m kidding myself and there’s just a whole other world behind these doors that I’ve nailed shut. Behind the blinds before the sun comes in, behind my lies before the truth sinks in like black coffee that wasn’t brewed right, so we’ve been spilling the beans and claiming that ink is all we know. Some say that eyes are the windows of the soul, I have eyes dipped into ink and written into oak, which parts that I’ve shown, which hidden parts speak out the most? Those are the bits of who I am that I love to death. I want a lover that knows my words inside and out before I even have a thought. I want a lover that knows the size of the ocean and claims that it is intense enough to cut deep space open with nothing more than another I’m sorry. I want a lover that would tell me there’s no need to feel sorry for how you can’t be, rather… you should feel sorry for who you couldn’t be when you needed to be that person. Baby, mistakes come in three. For every broken heart, you’ve got to write. For the company that misery demands, you must love yourself. Wake up and eat your breakfast, smile a little today. Everything’s going to be okay. And no, we don’t have to fall in love. I don’t have to be your lover to be your lover. We don’t need anything to our names. We don’t need the stars. We don’t need the poems. We don’t even need the feeling of home because as long as you’re trying, I think that speaks enough for the sun to rise and for the moon to be full. They say that we should stick to the familiar, if you take a risk and fail then you’ll just end up miserable again. But what about the what if? What if we risk it all and get away with it? What if we make it through all of this without even a small scratch? There is hope where you see pain. Where one sees ugliness, another sees beauty. Where you’ve been blind, I can show you the way. Where you’ve been mute, I can speak you into my truths. Where you’ve been deaf, I can feel the vibrations. Where you lost yourself, that is exactly where I’ve found you. Alone, alone, alone. Lonely, lonely, lonely. Wouldn’t you know? The prettiest stars usually end up clustered. A universe within a universe within a universe. I want to love you like that. He doesn’t bat an eye every time a tear falls through the fingers she loaned him to warm up his night. Another brush of his lips and there will be a smile waiting for him at the bottom of the glass, another piece of his heart and she will see that the world doesn’t only turn when you hear the words you want. how did we end up like this? an ocean of regrets trying to forgive where we became two hearts beating for three. that’s the thing about jealously though, we feed on sentences we believe should be for us and curse the light for showing up too soon. But, the sun dims when you enter the room, the clouds always seem to have something better to say when every pocket is full. I over think each minute until we are a hypothetical season trying to love through winter and wondering where summer goes when the hugs go silent. I think the thing that hurts the most is thinking about how much I don’t think about you anymore– every unanswered goodnight, each letter I saved to play for the stars to reflect on those lost, another day of finding footprints towards places I can’t hear your laughter. what do you call a dream that keeps on coming back? a love you can’t see, but still finds its way into the core of your veins? an equation that only feels complete when your memory meets me for coffee? a day that doesn’t end until I hear the dial-tone of a call that said they would never hang up? I thought I found a home in you, but we were both running from the people we didn’t want to see, avoiding situational errors caused by the same hands that promised to love the earth tenderly, the same harmonious effort to extract positivity from an open wound. we knew we were going to sink, we just wanted to test out the water. we knew the first i love you was going to hurt, I just wanted to see how many people I could leave behind until I lost myself. baby, home is a list of people that are never coming back. maybe I don’t want to be yours, maybe I don’t want to be mine, but someday has a lot of questions to answer for.