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Sticks, Stones, and Bones; Divination Through Casting Objects

My wonderful friend @peacock-witch and I regularly Skype and have fun divining with found objects. This means, whatever is at hand! One night I picked up a pack of cigarettes and started tossing them in the air to see how they fell. Thus was born my love of casting objects to divine. Casting objects is simple, easy, and super “witchy” and in my opinion quite fun and accurate as well! All you need is a selection of two to ten power objects.

What are power objects?

In this context, a power object is whatever has special significance or meaning to you. Just as a deck of tarot cards has 78 distinct meanings to it, your collection of power objects will each have their own distinct meaning. When you cast them on your cloth, the way these objects fall in relation to each other will determine what the reading is.

Here are some ideas of what power objects could be and what their meanings might be:

  • Crystals, stones: Use traditional magical meanings (love, strength, wisdom, protection, etc.).
  • Runes, ogham: Include a full set of runes or ogham sticks, or include certain ones that have special significance to you.
  • Matches, lighters: Guiding light, technology, civilization, fire element.
  • Feathers: Air element, communication, travel, motion, movement.
  • Cigarettes: Sickness, indulgence, hedonism, disease.
  • Ring: Family, bond, friendship, trust.
  • Key: Answers, wisdom, truth, opening, awakening.
  • Coin: Wealth, prosperity, earth element.
  • Glass beads: Creativity, glamour, manipulation, water element.
  • Pills: A state of being unwell, problems, where healing is needed.
  • Battery: High energy, energy blockage, energy containment, energetic flow has been altered.
  • Pen or pencil: Society, lawfulness, rules, order, regulations.
  • Skittles: Sweetness, well-being, happiness.
  • Animal figurines: Use animal lore and meanings to determine what the animal should represent.
  • Walnuts: Brain, intelligence, mind, cunning.
  • Popsicle stick: Bridge, pathway, path, route, solution.
  • Pins and needles: Pain, attack, aggression, fear, worry, unease.

You can really pick up any object around you, assign it a meaning, and cast it with your power objects. Over time you will gain the discernment to tell when an object adds meaning and depth to your readings, or when it becomes clunky and unwieldy. At the start, just cast 2-5 power objects; as time goes on you should experiment with adding more and seeing how it affects your reading. Don’t be afraid to add or especially remove objects that aren’t working for you.

It is a good idea to search for object that are equal in size. For example, casting 5 cigarettes may be a more balanced reading than casting a dime, a lighter, and a crow’s feather. When objects are similar in size they fall similarly and may provide with a more balanced reading to start with, or at least, a reading that is easier to read! This is in my own experience however, perhaps to you the size of the items doesn’t matter at all.

So where do you find power objects? Anywhere! @peacock-witch​ and I pick up whatever is in the room with us and figure out a way to divine with it. To make that list of objects above I just sat still and looked around my kitchen. Even carrots and celery sticks will do if you’re really short on objects to toss around.

Remember that you can mark on or alter your objects! I draw meanings on the filters of cigarettes. You can draw symbols on coin with permanent marker, write words on Popsicle sticks, or dab paint on figurines to give them extra meaning.

Put meaning to your objects

The way your power object collection looks will reflect what type of questions you want to divine for. If you want to do love divinations you may have five different objects each representing a subtle form of love. If money is your concern, you may have extra objects representing the economy, cash money, debt, savings, wealth, and financial players.

Assign one object to represent the person you are reading for. Suppose you are using Skittles to divine. Red can represent the person you are reading for; Green stands for love, yellow for wealth, purple for spirituality, and orange for success.

Experiment with different meanings for your objects. See what group of meanings works well together. You should be quickly able to tell what meanings work as a group, and what are clunky, redundant, or nonsensical.

Trust your throw

Just as you trust tarot cards to come up correctly, you need to trust your power objects to come up correctly. What works for me, and for many other readers, is to have a ritual you follow each time you cast for a question. One such example ritual is to hold the power objects, focus on your question, then cast in the same way every time.

Observe the fall

Once you have focused on your question and cast your power objects, the real fun begins!

Let’s go back to our Skittles example. Suppose you want to divine a person’s love life, so you cast the red candy (the querent), the green candy (love), and the orange candy (success). Now, you read the position of the candies to determine whether or not love will soon be in their life. Suppose the person is closely touching love but is far away from success. Maybe this means they will get very close to their goal but never be successful. Or, what if it means they do not need to be successful to find love? As a reader it is your job to interpret how the candies fall.

  • Look at how your power objects are oriented on the board. Do they appear to make a shape or picture? Do all the power objects appear to be pointing towards one side of the board? Do they give you a feeling of active motion, or a feeling of stillness? Do some seem to be clustered together as if they are stuck in a gravity well, or are they spread outwards as if there was an explosion? Take time to consider the board as a whole and the entire picture made by the objects.
  • Look at how your power objects interact with each other. Are some objects touching or even stacked on top of each other? Do some objects seem to mirror each other across the board? Are two or more objects pointing at each other or facing away from each other? Consider everything!! This is the true fun and excitement of casting power objects :3 Take time to consider the objects individually and how they interact with each other.

Casting power objects is an especially useful form of divination to use when you want to determine the nature of relationships between things. It is a powerful system because you can select as many objects as you want and give them their own meanings, as opposed to runes or tarot where there are a set number of meanings for a set number of objects. It is also impressive because you can pick up literally anything and cast it, and you will be able to divine (once you get the technique down of course!)

My advice is to be careful about how you label your objects and pay special attention as to how the objects interact until you get a good team of power objects working for you. Also make sure to keep looking for new levels and depths of meaning. Group readings are a great way to get new levels of depth in your readings, by having multiple friends each read the same spread and share their interpretations.

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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***Re-translating into other languages is ok but please mention that this post is the source***

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A Kryptonian and an Amazonian: Kara and Diana (and the wonders of ice cream)

based on this post from @dealanexmachina and @randomthingsthatilike123 – https://avidreaderffn.tumblr.com/post/161453797376/i-need-diana-kara-fic-stat


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.”


You asked for it, @cassiebones @avidreaderffn @mrriggerworld @tiffanytheweirdo @misadventurous-meridian @supertworld 

Heartache

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,099

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.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

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DEAN’S POV: 

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.

“And Dean-”

“Yeah?”

“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.

“Then what?”

“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.

“What?”

“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.”

“They leave.”

“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.

Evanesce of Ruin | M

“We can finally be together, now.” His happy tone was soft, lowered even, inching closer to you while resting his hand on your thigh.

Originally posted by snugglysoju

Précis; 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.

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married- h.s imagine

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

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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.”

Originally posted by snowyjin


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.”

Originally posted by sugagifs


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.

Originally posted by joeguk


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 like himself.

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 it.

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.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


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.”

Originally posted by lonastic


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.”

Originally posted by mayfifolle


Jungkook: Poised on your doorstep, Jungkook takes a deep breath and steps forward to knock.

And pauses.

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.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies


! I did not make the gifs !

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.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
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!


Yoongi:

  • 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.

Hoseok:

  • 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. 

Jimin:

  • 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.

Taehyung:

  • 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.

Jungkook:

  • 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.
Bitter Sweet

Jughead x Reader 

Requested: - Anonymous said: Hey um… I don’t know if you do requests… but I’ll just request and see what happens I guess? Okay, I really enjoy your writings and I was wondering if you could do a Jugheadxreader story where the reader is kinda depressed2 

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can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?

Words: 2752

Warnings: self harm; depression; suicide attempt; suicidal thoughts.


Originally posted by xoheatherkw

“I’m sorry Y/N, I still love you but-”

“Then why are you leaving me! This isn’t fair.” I sobbed and gripped his shirt in my hands trying to stop keep him close.

“Y/N please. You’re making this harder for both of us. I promise you’re not losing me or anyone else.” He sighed and carefully pried my hands off of him and wiped my tears before walking me the rest of the way home.

I tried to go to bed but my thoughts kept me up as well as my constant crying and pain. I didn’t get any sleep that night despite how hard I tried to calm down and try get a few hours of rest. When my alarm went off in the morning I was already up, I pulled myself out of bed after convincing myself that it would be the best thing to do. I grabbed a pair of leggings and a huge baggy sweater from my cupboard and put them on before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I looked in the mirror and only then could I see how badly I needed to rest, my eyes were puffy, red and had dark circles around them and tears stains ran down my cheeks with the general paleness of my face topping it all off. I left my face alone, make up can’t cover all this up so I just did my hair and went to my room fetching my bag and stepping outside.

I waited outside for two minutes out of habit which made nearly cry again, Jug always walked me to school, even before we were dating but I guess he doesn’t need me anymore even if we were just friends. So I walked to school all by myself with tears threatening to fall the whole way there. Once I got to school I cheered up a little when I saw Betty at her locker which is a few paces from mine, I strolled over to her and greeted her with a sigh which made her turn around quickly in curiosity.

“Oh hey Y/N… I’ve got to go.” She said bluntly and basically ran off in the other direction as I laughed which wasn’t a happy laugh it was a sad laugh at the crushing realization of the reality of my new world.

I spent the rest of the day trying to confront the people I used to call best friends but they all made up an excuse to leave before I even got my first sentence out. Even Archie ignored me, Archie Andrews, we had known each other since first grade and now it’s like we had never met. I blame Jug for all of this, he’s turned the people closest to me against me and what pisses me off even more is that I haven’t seen him all day, I thought I wasn’t going to “lose him or anyone else.”

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Saudade [2]

pairing: Jungkook | reader I Yooongi
✥ genre: angst (Soulmate!au meets Hanahaki!au)
✥ word count: 3.863
✥ warnings: none
✥ author’s note: mylord end me. i have absolutely no hint of a plot whatsoever so im making this into something along the lines of a three part story. like three stages of heartbreak or somthing along those lines. take it, eat it and shit it out im done with everything bless you. 

Series: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3                                 

Saudade;                                                                                                           ↪ The feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost

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You coughed, surprising yourself. A burning sensation started to travel up from your abdomen to your throat.  You started to cough so hard you felt like throwing up.

A wave of pain suddenly washed over you; it was exquisite and debilitating. For you, it was the worst burning sensation you had ever felt. Your throat gurgled as you struggled to breathe, spitting blood. Your body was shaking. Slowly breathing hard, your hand shot to your side, clutching it as an electric shock from the pit of your stomach ran throughout your body, and then caught fire. The pain was merciless without escape. You fell to your knees, hands stretched out in front of you on the ground for support.

You felt something caught in your throat. Then, you sputtered out something – something dry.

There, you saw it.

Your eyes went wide and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. You scooped it up in your hands, fighting the urge to cry.  

In your palm lay a familiar cluster of rose petals.

With a burst of anger, you threw away the petals, now littering the washroom floor. Biting back tears, you slumped your head against the cabinet in defeat. You watched the petals splay across the floor with an unwavering gaze as their fiery red orb of light slowly sank into threads of light, dyeing the petals first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the petals were a chalky mauve.

Coughing out flowers sounded like a curse out of a fairy-tale – one that could never and would never exist in the real world. It was too beautiful, too unearthly to be true. However, when you first started coughing out tiny rose petals, you found out that you were cursed with the Hanahaki disease.


The disease started when you met Jungkook. The two of you were five-year-olds, innocent as day. Jungkook moved next door and he had reluctantly joined your tea party and a friendship slowly blossomed between the two of you. You had not have begun to cough flowers just yet. The two of you were far too young to experience any form of puppy love.

The first time you coughed out rose petals, the two of you were ten. Sitting near the edge of a lake, Jungkook had opened up to you and as his best friend, you listened. He told you about his crush on another girl in your class. When he first mentioned her name and how much he had a crush on her, your chest tightened, and your throat felt as if something was clogging it up. You gasped for air, and Jungkook thumped your back and a handful of rose petals fell onto your lap.

Screams erupted from both your lips and Jungkook practically carried you all the way back, even though you resisted his offer. Jungkook went home that night, thinking that you had accidentally eaten some flowers as a joke and everything was normal again. It was that night when your mother explained the Hanahaki disease to you for the first time.

It was said that a witch once cursed the entire women of a village for loving the village head – someone who wasn’t their soulmate. Although finding your soulmate was, and still is a rarity, the witch cursed them with the Hanahaki disease. The flower that grew within you would be different for each person – it would reflect the splashes of colors you had painted for their soulmate to see.

Your mother had explained how she too, used to cough out flowers when she was a little girl because she was in love with your father but he never reciprocated her feelings until later. It was a fatal disease, for the growing flowers would eventually clog up your respiratory system. The disease could only be removed if one undergoes an operation to remove the flowers, along with their feelings.

Jungkook’s crush with that girl in his class didn’t last very long, and thankfully, the flower petals stopped for a period of time. However, flash forward to your second year in high school, things were different now with you and Jungkook. Sure, the two of you were best friends, and the two of you spoke and hung out together a lot; but the only thing that was different was your love for Jungkook and Jungkook’s love for someone else.

It was like history repeated itself when he had told you that he planned to ask out your sister. He’s always fancied her, you’ve just been in denial for the entire time.

You sat under the sunset, reading a book when he first told you.

“Y/N, I’m going to ask Hyojin out,” he had mentioned out of the blue. Your chest tightened, the same way it did when you were ten. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water.

“Y/N, are you okay? You look like your –“

“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on my water when I laid down,” you lied, clutching your chest and covering your mouth to prevent yourself from coughing out any more petals.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”

You thumped your chest and the tightening feeling disappeared for a while. “Just go straight up to her and tell her,” you said. “Look she’s right there,” you pointed out to your sister, who was much prettier, perfect and definitely much more of Jungkook’s type than you ever were.

With a small smile, he ruffled your hair. “You’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for,” were his last words to you before Hyojin accepted his confession.

That night, you tossed and turned in your sleep, until you gave up. It was three AM, you sat on your bed, coughing out petal after petal, tears streaming down your face as you clutched your chest. The endless stream of petals seemed as if it would never stop, likewise with your tears as one single word ran through your mind. Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook. How ironic was it that he was as beautiful as the flowers you were coughing out?


You shut your eyes, trying to compose yourself before you were forced to go outside once again. On your knees, you and gathered the petals and dropped them into the toilet, flushing them away. You stared at the bowl as the petals swirled through the water, whirled away from you.

You stood up, gripping the side of the vanity. The pain had an unpleasant warmth to it, eating at your stomach. You felt slightly nauseous, just enough to make you hold onto the table for support and breath slow. You’ve often prized yourself in ignoring the pain and just rocking on regardless, but that just wasn’t possible right now. It owned you, dominated every thought, and controlled your every action.

You stared into the mirror in front of you. Your hair was sticking to the sides of your face as a thin sheet of perspiration glistened on your neck and forehead. Your cheeks were flushed and the tip of your nose was pink from crying. Dried up tears were streaked across your face, glistening under the fluorescent lighting. There was something solemn swimming in your eyes. Their stunning, deep brown held a truth that your face could not hide. The despairing chill that they conveyed made you feel heartbroken. You looked away; you couldn’t bear it. A lone tear rolled down your cheek.

And so, the world turned into a blur along with all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was just gone. You paused trying to hold back the strange feelings rumbling inside of you but you couldn’t. Another tear traced down your cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened. So many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. Your chin trembled as if you were a small child. You breathed heavier than you ever had before.

You heard the door creak open, the sound of footsteps coming to halt.

“Oh shit,” you heard a panicked voice curse from the doorway.

Your heart missed a beat.

“Sorry, the door was unlocked…” his voice trailed off the moment his eyes landed on you.

Through the mirror in front of you, you saw him.

“I-I was j-just leaving.”

Immediately, your hand flew to your face, wiping away your tears. You quickly removed the strands of hair sticking to the side of your face. You didn’t wait for a response as you tried to leave the washroom – you were beyond mortified.

You felt a hand firmly grasp your arm, halting you from moving any further. a soft whimper left your mouth as you desperately tried to wriggle out of his grasp. you tried your hardest not to look at him. you didn’t know what would happen if you did.

Jungkook,” you choked out as you wilted under the heat of his stare. Your eyes trailed up to meet his. The two of you were standing in the washroom, staring at each other. Your stomach filled with a sense of fear and excitement. Time seemed to stop as those eyes met your own.

His touch was as gentle as silence but was still firm, unwilling to let go of you. You brought your head down to look at his chest instead.

“Jungkook, l-let go of me,” you repeated, your voice came out as a whimper. The familiar scent of his cologne infiltrated your nose and invaded your senses. You needed to get out. Now.

When Jungkook spoke, his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy – similar to when you two were on the rooftop a few months ago.  

“Y/N,” Jungkook paused, it was the first time in months you had heard his voice say your name. “I-I’m sorry,” his voice was as light as a whisper but heavy with emotion.  

You tilted your head to look at him. Your eyes landed on his jaw and trailed up his cheeks to meet his eyes. His eyes were heavy with unshed tears.

“For what?” you felt your stomach as it clenched and unclenched, You were worried that the petals would come straight back up.

“For everything,” his voice cracked, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Just like that, your brain powered down, unable to process what was happening. A thousand different thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to focus on what was in front of you.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he let out a tiny exhalation, as though saying the words gave him relief. “I’m sorry I left you like that, for what I said to you,” he took in a breath, “ever since that night, I’ve physically felt your absence.” His voice got softer, “missing you is the hardest part of my day.”

You couldn’t speak, it felt like you were swimming through a fog.

“Then why did you leave?” the back of your eyes burned with tears.

“I—I, I was confused. I didn’t understand what I was doing,” he shook his head.

Confused?” you pressed. A swinging, seasick feeling took over your head, “you were my best friend.”

“I know,” again he looked troubled, as though trying to recall the meaning of the words. “I–,” he opened his mouth to apologize again when you stopped him.

“Don’t,” you couldn’t stop your voice from rising. The anger was vibrating, ripping through you like a live current. “Don’t say it because I know you don’t mean it,” your vision got blurry. “I loved you. You were my one thing. My—,” the sickness surged up and you took a step forward, clenching your fists, blinded with rage. “Why did you have to take the one thing that made me happy? Why did you take it? Why do you always take everything?” you felt hot tears rolling down your face. “Did you even miss me?”

Jungkook’s mouth opened, but for a reason unknown to you, he closed it. You waited for an answer, but you were met with silence.

You scoffed, “I knew it.”

“Y/N –,” his eyes flashed with guilt.

You wriggled yourself out of his grasp and pulled yourself away from him. “Why do I even waste my time,” you said under your breath as you tried to push past him once again.

“No,Y/N!” Jungkook grabbed you by your shoulders, “I missed you every single hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I’d catch myself walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I’d seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I’d realize that you weren’t there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me,” his voice was strained by the time he finished talking.    

You saw how he was staring at you. You couldn’t bear to see the way he was looking at you. His eyes bore into yours and became glazed with a glossy layer of tears. As he blinked, they dripped from his eyelids and slid down his cheeks. Jungkook bit his lip tightly in an attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from his mouth – your heart sank. You swallowed hard and looked away, hating the weakness of your spirit. You were more than this. You were stronger than this. But damn it, this hurt.

It hurt because he was the man responsible for making you burn. For making you feel like a woman. It hurt because it had been a trick. An illusion. And it hurt most of all because he did not see you the way you saw him.

“Y/N, please. Just listen to me,” Jungkook pled, “Don’t walk away from me,” tears had poured from his eyes. It was from pure pain and surrender.

Your eyes enthralled on him. His eyes were like crisp toffee drizzled in melted chocolate and framed with darling lashes. A blade nose and burrowed cheekbones, his appearance only to die for. You couldn’t help to notice leathery black strands flopping over his face which to your distaste was veiling some of his enticing features. So perfect, yet so frustrating that you could bear no social contact with that sensuous man. Damnit.

Jungkook did not belong to you, he belonged to your sister – Hyojin. She loved him, and you loved your sister. But you also loved Jungkook. You couldn’t break your sister’s heart, even if it meant breaking yours

“I’m good at walking away. Rejection teaches you how to reject,” you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes as you said it. You immediately regretted your words as soon as you thought of them, but you had no other choice.

You felt his hands drop from your shoulders in shock. Without sparing him another glance, you raced out of the room.

Your muffled sobs went unheard as you entered the living room. Immediately, you were hit with a suffocating wave of humidity. The air stunk with sweat and alcohol. Music blasted from the speakers and bounced off the walls of the house at a deafening volume. You could hear everyone screaming with joy and could feel their feet disturbing the ground around you. Without looking, their smiles extended towards you, attempting to rope you into one of their conversations. You saw people dancing – their bodies moved together as they celebrated, rhythmically breaking into shapes and colors that you were resentful of. You saw your sister, Hyojin, catch your gaze and attempted to pull you towards her group of friends. You simply looked away and headed towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was closed off and separated from the living room to which you were immensely grateful for. Along with you, there were a couple of people in a circle off to the side of the room, happily chatting amongst their selves.  You walked to the counter and spotted a jug full of what you assumed to be water and poured some for yourself. You were never a fan of parties, especially not your sister’s and his first anniversary.  

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” you heard a light voice come from behind you.

Scared, you dropped the cup and splashed the contents of your beverage all over the kitchen counter and onto your dress.

Shit, you swore under your breath as you vigorously tried to rub off the liquid from your clothes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man step toward you. His hand was stretched out to stop yours from moving. You turned to look at the man that caused you to ruin your dress and for a moment, you stopped breathing.

His hair was black as the wintry night; eyes as deeply dark as were the desert skies. His beauty was as fervent as a fiery moon.

“Oh, did I scare you?” you heard him say with a small smile. “Ah, don’t worry about your dress. Vodka doesn’t stain.”

“V-vodka?”

He nodded. The man offered you a comforting smile as he leaned against the wall. “Mostly vodka, there’s a whole lot of other shit in there.”

You laughed and immediately regretted it as you felt your head begin to hurt. You pressed your hand against your temple, feeling it pound under your fingertips.

“Normally people get head splitting migraines after they get drunk,” he playfully teased you. You lightly hit his arm.

“Do you want some water?” he asked you. You nodded your head before you clutched your eyes together. The pain was getting worse.

He walked to the back of the kitchen, bringing back a bottle for you. “Here,” he gave you a plastic water bottle. Grateful, you muttered a rushed thank you and immediately gulped down the clear liquid. You hadn’t realized how parched your throat was until that moment.

“Whoa there, slow down. You’re going to ch—“

You coughed out some water as you choked on it. A warm hand patted your back as you gripped onto the edge of the sink in front of you.

“Today just isn’t my day,” you awkwardly laughed.

You turned around to face the man once again. His eyes were as dark as ebony, looking straight at you with a hint of curiosity. He reminded you of the night – he was as fair as a star when only one was shining in the sky.

His eyes smiled as he stretched out his hand towards your own, “Min Yoongi.” You were slightly taken aback at the sudden introduction, but slowly, you returned the handshake, feeling his soft hands carefully grasp your own and shake it. You told him your name and you heard him hum in acknowledgment.

The man’s eyes slowly crinkled at the corners, his lips twisting from the side. His eyes formed into small crescents, similar to Jungkook – the ones you fell in love with.

Your chest began to constrict and you felt yourself about to cough at the mere thought of Jungkook. Hastily, you reached for the water bottle again and drank from it, trying to suppress your urge to throw up right there and then. You looked back to see a concerned expression on the man’s face.

You offered him a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry you had to witness all of that. I’m normally not like this. On regular nights, I can drink water without choking on it,”

He kept looking at you, his face grew serious, “what makes tonight any different?”

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before you made any motion to respond. You mentally debated if you should tell him about Jungkook. You hadn’t talked - couldn’t talk to anyone about this particular matter and Yoongi looked genuinely interested in what you had to say. You heaved a sigh and turned to look at him. “Tonight, I lost my best friend because I was stupid enough to fall in love with him,” the reality of the situation hit you after you admitted it out loud.

Yoongi made no comment. Instead, he leaned in, resting his arm on the counter top. His eyes flashed with concern as he waited for you to continue.

With an intake of breath, you poured your heart out to a complete stranger.

“For months now, a - a stone has been sitting on my heart. I’ve shed a lot of tears over him, lost a lot of sleep, and eaten a lot of cake batter. But now, after tonight, I have to move on. Life is going to be hell if I don’t shake loose from the grip he has on my heart. Even if he feels like the one. Even if I’ve always thought we’d end up together. Even if he still has a choke chain on my heart. But I can’t,” you looked at him, “Yoongi, I can’t shake him loose from the grip he has on me. I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him.”

His eyes showed you the kind of gentle concern your mother used to show you. He laid his hand lightly on your shoulder, and instead of flinching like you thought you would, you were soothed by it. He left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice you felt his words calming you more by the way they were said than the actual words. It felt as if you were wrapped in a blanket of his caring.

“I don’t think anyone can give you advice when you’ve got a broken heart. But, think of it this way: you can’t have heartbreak without love,“ he pointed out. “If your heart was really broken, then at least you know you really loved him.”

You took a minute to let his words sink in. Yoongi kept his hand on your shoulder, now sliding down to hold your arm, squeezing it slightly. You couldn’t help but ask him a question that’s been eating at you ever since you were left alone on the rooftop.

“Do people always fall in love with things they can’t have?’

“Always,” he said. You could see the silver of pain hidden deep inside his starry eyes.

Why?

He looked at you intently, from what seemed behind the veil of a grave experience. Then slowly, he said something that sent chills down your spine.

Y/N, the heart was made to be broken.”

hiiruneii  asked:

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!))

McCree

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.

“(Y/N)?”

You ducked your head down, eyes instantly watering at being caught and having to face him.

“What.. What’re y'doin’, sweetheart?”

“Leaving.”

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.”

Genji

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.

“I can’t stay, Genji. I don’t deserve this, Overwatch’s protection.. you.”

Your bottom lip was trembling, brows furrowed.

“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.

Gabriel

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.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too.”

Misfire [Chapter 3]

Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.

Warnings: swear words, that’s all!

a/n: This part is a little different, but it returns to my normal writing style right after the first part. I’m actually kinda sick, so i apologize if this isn’t as good as the other chapters

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

The Sinkage



Tony has created a chatroom. 

Tony added Wanda, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Bucky, Sam.

Bucky: SAM

Sam: WHAT

Bucky: STOP SENDING ME REJECTION PACKAGES. I DON’T WANT TO DATE YOU

Sam: YOUR LETTER SAID OTHERWISE

Bucky: SHOVE THAT LETTER UP YOUR FUCKING BIRD HOLE, YOU PIGEON-”

Tony: What a pleasant, calm family we are

Bucky: Shut the fuck up Tony. You’re not the one who’s been receiving- 

Sam: Bucky check your door, you’ll find something there

Bucky:  

DAMN IT SAM I WILL SHOVE THIS FLOWER UP YOUR ASS

Clint: Y'all are talking about shoving things up each other’s asses without me? I thought we were a team

Bucky:

Sam:

Bucky: I need a break

Tony: We all do, Mother Russia

Bucky: Why in the ever loving fuck am I Mother Russia? I want to be Father Russia

Tony: Because of your hair, Rapunzel

Bucky: EXCUSE ME-

Tony: How about we all go camping?

Clint: Yeah, okay. I’m out

Clint has left the chat.

Bruce: I’m with him. 

Bruce has left the chat

Tony:

Tony: Natasha? Sam?

Natasha: I don’t think I’m in this time Tony

Natasha has left the chat

Tony: ok you all fucking suck

Tony: Sam?

Sam: I don’t mind going camping

Tony: FINALLY

Bucky: That means I’m out

Tony: Y/N?

Y/N: I’ll join too

Bucky: Well would you look at that!! Nature!! Trees!! Lakes!! My home place!! I’d love to go camping

Sam:

Sam: smooth ass motherfucker

Tony: Very subtle Barnes

Wanda: May i join in as well?

Tony: Of course! Okay so Sam, Wanda, Y/N, Rapunzel-

Bucky: MOTHERFU-

Tony: -and myself. Perfect! See you all tomorrow

Tony has removed Wanda, Y/N, Sam, Bucky.

Tony has left the chat.


Bucky didn’t have Steve to rely on to supply ideas on how to ask you out since he was on a mission with Vision, and Tony would just start blasting Christmas music as loudly as possible to block out any of Bucky’s requests.

He had to science this shit out himself.

And by that he meant that he’d Google it.

Serenade her at the bonfire with an instrument that you can play!” He could feel the vomit rise to his mouth as he turned pink in embarrassment. What the fuck even was this?

Take her out on a walk, offer her something sweet, like candy-

“Are these instructions on how to ask a girl out, or how to kidnap her?” Bucky nearly shrieked and punched the person who spoke behind him before realising it was Quail Boy.

“What the hell Sam?” he yelled, shielding his phone away.

“Look man. If you want to ask Y/N out, I’ll help you. But for the love of God, don’t follow the last one. The first one was perfectly acceptable.” He ignored Bucky’s cries of protest as he flung himself over the couch to join him.

“I wasn’t- I-”

“Oh come on. The letter clearly was meant for the postbox next to mine, and I see the way you carried flowers around for her the first time.” Sam scoffed.

“If you knew about the letter then why-”

“Because it’s fun messing around with you. Now, the main business.”

“I don’t know how to play an instrument,” he mumbled, looking down. Fuck it, he had decided, I’ll take all the help I can get.

“Good thing I know how to play, then.”


When Tony meant camping, he didn’t mean out in the wilderness, trees everywhere camping.

Oh no, he meant massive-backyard-of-my-summer-forest-house-camping-where-there-are-no-wild-animals-and-no-dangers camping. 

“I was told that camping was not exactly in this kind of an environment.” Wanda stared at the large house ahead of her.

“That’s because it isn’t.” Sam answered, equally weirded out.

“We’re not camping inside the house, God. We’re camping a 1 mile and a half away from it.” Tony huffed, trudging forward, leaving the others to follow. 

Sure enough, he led you all through the house and out the back door, not even giving you all enough time to appreciate the interiors, into the thick forest of trees.

A path was made along quite clearly, leading into the thick blanket of trees. The smell of the bark and wet leaves made you smile as you revelled in the feeling of fresh air.

The path took a sudden turn before opening out into a large clearing. The sky was perfectly blue as you could see due to the sufficient lack of trees in this part.

But what gathered the most of your attention was the gorgeous body of water a few hundred metres away from where you were standing. You could see the small movements in the lake as the sun shone off it, reflecting the light in the most beautiful manner,

“Damn,” Sam muttered, everyone either humming an agreement or nodding along.

“I want to build a tent!” Wanda’s accent cut through the silence, making you smile fondly at her excitement. 

“Great, you can build mine too while I go check out how my house is doing, then. Thanks, bye!” Tony said quickly before stalking off, leaving you to stare behind him.

“Pepper would have his head if she was here,” you noted making Sam snigger.

“Hey Y/N. Do you want to go check out the lake with me?” Bucky asked, giving a weird look to Sam.

“But what about the tents?” you asked concernedly, not wanting to leave all the work load on them.

“Me and Wanda can do those. You guys go do whatever.” He rolled his eyes at Bucky, sending you a small smile as he beckoned you towards the lake. “Have fun.”

“Come on.” Bucky gently grabbed onto your hand, sending butterflies into your stomach as he tugged you along with him. “I think I saw some boats there. Do you want to go out onto the lake?”

“Do you know how to work a paddle boat?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.

“Well… no,” he admitted. “But it can’t be that hard, right?”

“I think we’ll be able to manage it.”

It took hardly 2 minutes to get the boat out into the water due to the fact that both of you were pretty strong. Just as it hit the water Bucky leapt in, picking up the oars that were on the floor of the boat and handing one to you.

“If we lose our balance, we’re both going to drown to death.”

“Ever the optimistic one, Y/N.” You simply winked at him, making him nearly drop his oar into the water as he rowed it in sync with yours. 

He was sitting opposite to you, leaning slightly to the left to balance out the both of you, his back facing the evening sun. His metal arm glittered in the light, a thin sheet of sweat covering his skin, and you could swear that he looked ethereal in that moment as he smiled at you, the focused look on his face leaving for a second.

The water ripples made a calming sound, the only noise in the surrounding other than the occasional grunts Bucky made, making you wish that you had a gallon of holy water to wash out the thoughts in your head.

The small chirps of birds made both of you turn your head every now and then to see if you could spot them. It was serenity at its best, and exactly what you needed after being put on back to back missions in this past week.

A small smile overtook your face as you saw the fishes darting around under the crystal clear water, not staying in one place for more than a few seconds.

As you looked back at Bucky to tell him you were almost at the centre of the lake, you found him already gazing at you with an intense look.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” you inquired, feeling fluttery and nervous at the same time under his expression.

“I- I wanted to say something. Well, a lot of somethings, but right now I can only think of a few and give me a minute, I have a lot to-” His usually calm way of talking was knocked off as he looked incredibly flustered.

You looked at the grip he had on the oar, his knuckles nearly white from his grip. You carefully stood up and crossed over, making sure not to tip the boat over as you made your way to him. 

His puppy like stare followed you and it took all that you had not to kiss him right there and then. You sat down next to him, waiting for the boat to stop moving before turning to face him.

“Relax. What happened, James?” The way his name fell so effortlessly from your lips made him weak in the knees. He was a grown, 100 year old man with the mentality of a 12 year old.

“See, the thing is, these few weeks since I-” His words got cut short as his breath hitched at your hand holding his shoulder supportively. He swallowed thickly before forcing himself to continue, trying to get this off his chest as soon as possible.

“What I’m trying to say Y/N, is that I really, really-” he instinctively shifted uncomfortably to the other side, trying to put some space between you both due to how nerve-wracking this was for him.

“Bucky, no! Don’t mo-”

Before you could complete that sentence, air whooshed by your ears before coolness encapsulated you, Bucky’s shriek being the only noise you heard before you were both dunked in water, the boat overturned and floating besides you.

Just as the both of you surfaced, gasping for breath, Bucky contemplated right then and there whether to let himself drown rather than face the reality of another failed mission.


Chapter 4

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Screw Tradition

Emma Swan doesn’t want to spend a single night away from her pirate, least of all the night before their wedding. Attempts of persuasion through text message ensue.

Emma (10:45): I miss you already.

Emma (10:45): I hate being apart.

Killian looks down at his phone, after the third incessant buzz, and his heart clenches in his chest. He misses her too. Does she not see that? Does she think he wants to spend more than a second away from her?

Killian (10:47): Aye, love. I miss you too but it’s tradition.

He doesn’t know the rules when it comes to this sort of thing, if texting counts or if it doesn’t. They don’t really have anything like texting in the Enchanted Forrest so, for all he knows, this could bring just as bad of luck. But he’s willing to take the risk if only to bring her some sense of peace, unable to stand the thought of her alone in their house, thinking he doesn’t want to be with her so much it bloody hurts.

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Love Confession - Isaac Lahey Imagine (SMUT)

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!(:

[Masterlist]

Pairing: Isaac x Reader
Warning: SMUT! Unprotected sex, use protection guys!(:
Word count: 1556


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To The End of Time

SPN FanFic

~Dean picks up the pieces after a devastating accident~

Dean x Reader, Sam

2,600 Words

Warnings: Angst. Death. Blood. Implied Sexual Activity. Mostly just Dean Angst.

A/N: This is my entry for @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge! My song prompt was Meatloaf’s ‘Paradise By The Dashboard Light’. I went in a totally different direction than I had originally planned, I hope you like it… 

For the first two days he did nothing. Bruised and concussed, Dean sat on a stool in the garage staring at the wreckage.

Sam checked on him every few hours. He brought him food at mealtimes and cold beers now and then that sat at his feet untouched. He didn’t bother him; Dean was grieving. Sam had seen it before, but this time it was worse. He didn’t speak, refused to look up when Sam entered the room. Gone was the brave front, the placations that so often peppered the elder Winchester’s vocabulary. He wasn’t fine, so he didn’t say it. Sam kept a watchful eye, but he left Dean alone to do what he had to do.

On the evening of the second day, Dean got up; he legs protested with the sudden movement and his muscles twitched, reminding him with each step of the trauma. He ignored the pain and set to work, silently walking around his Baby, deciding where best to start. His hands passed over the hood, dipping into the fresh dents; his fingers catching on the mangled metal that stuck out at odd angles.

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TRILOGY THEORY/STORY

PART 1: RUN AND I NEED U MV

Let me get down right to it:

Jin, is the main character. Basically the trilogy revolves around Jin’s journey from being a boy to an adult which is why he was the one driving the truck ALL THE TIME. Now the remaining 6, Jimin, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook, Yoongi and Hobi represents a part of Jin. I’ll go into more detailed explanation of things as I discuss the MVs one by one. As you read through, please bear in mind that all members are basically Jin.

RUN
It is the beginning of chaos. Tae going in the water symbolizes giving in to emotional confusion. Drowning in it. Youth, when they reached a specific age, begin to experiment—-try everything and see where the limit is. Hence, all those scenes where the boys where having fun (parties, causing traffic jam, vandalism, getting caught by police etc etc).

Also Namjoon found the butterfly card, BUTTERFLY SYMBOLIZES CHANGE. RESURRECTION. Namjoon was that part of Jin who first realized he needed to change some things in life and grow up. He was the Adult part of Jin.

Things to take note of:

Jimin often had a confused expression and often in the tub, depressed, burning the picture.

Jungkook was child-like. Trying to stop Yoongi’s anger. At a loss of what to do.

I am not going into so much detail with RUN and I NEED YOU bc both are basically just prologue of the shit that’s about to happen. However, I’d like to point out that JIN ISN’T DEAD. The reason he’s not in the polaroid is simply because HE DOES NOT FIT IN THERE ANYMORE. He isn’t a boy anymore.


I NEED U
This MV began to show the initial state of confusion Jin has to go through while growing up. He was holding flower petals, of a LILY to be exact. Lilies are often associated with death/funerals so it can represent a certain part of his life getting buried bc the petals were set on fire. After that, Jin curled on bed in fetal position which meant he was in a worried state probably because he felt like he’s leaving something behind and he was unsure of how to deal with it.

The chaos was introduced here.

Yoongi in bed, and eventually setting up the room on fire may literally mean getting ‘burned out’. Growing up is something Youth can’t avoid or ignore. Issues, crisis arise and so the ‘intense emotion’ was represented by the fire. Yoongi being in the room when he did it meant he was consumed by those emotions. 

Hobi taking pills. Excessively. It symbolizes the mental confusion Youth has to go through and he tries to depend on anything that can ‘cure’ this confusion. But as implied by the excessive pills, it wasn’t prescribed and can cause harm. The youth can find ‘temporary’ cure to their confusion but it doesn’t really solve anything.

Taehyung killing someone. UNINTENDED. When frustrations, intense emotion and mental confusion, Youth can become rebellious, feel so much angst and act violently without really thinking of the outcome of their actions. BASICALLY SOMETIMES YOUTH JUST LOSE THEIR SHT AND SHT HAPPENS.

Jimin in the bathtub. ALWAYS. He represents depression. Trying to lock himself up and drown in his sorrows, issues and conflicts. Burning pictures meant he wanted to forget the things that brought him into such state. It was implied he succumbed to depression when he eventually put himself(his face) idk how to call it, into the water completely.

Jungkook getting beaten up. Youth in such state can cause harm to their own body. There was a scene where Jungkook was getting beaten up by random strangers, he did fight them but just for a moment but he stopped and let himself get beaten—–there were cases where the Youth think they deserve to be treated in such a way because they are ‘trash’ I know you can understand me on this. We went through that phase ok.

Namjoon. He’s the ‘accepting’ conscious of Jin. Like the ‘adult’ side. I can’t find the right words but it was implied by him drinking coffee and smoking(lollipop was used but it represents cigarette ok). He’s accepting all the changes without thinking about it. Notice that he was the first one to come out from the MV and knocked on everybody’s door to start everything. He was the ‘FK IT TRY EVERYTHING’ side of Jin.

This MV focused on desolation, depression and everything sad. Memories of what used to be and what’s happening now, and the uncertainty of what’s going to happen in the future. Worries. Fears. Getting tired of everything.
REMINDER: ALL SIX ARE JIN. So basically they represent what he was going through. What YOUTH was going through. 


PART 2: THE 7 SHORT FILMS

The short films were basically a summary of both KOR and JAP MV. Before I go through the BST MVs. Please read this first to understand the Jin and the 6 persona living in him.

SHORT FILMS WERE THE KEY:

BEGIN #1
The child.
Namjoon said in the beginning “Opposite poles mingled during this time” meant this is the beginning of confusion—because the child started to recognize that there is another side of the world. And he doesn’t know yet what it is. He refused to let go of ‘boyhood’. Awakening of the devil inside him(shadow with wings appeared at the end of the clip)


LIE #2
Innocence.
The boy started to act differently in in different aspect of his life. When at home, when in school. When his with his mom or dad. The choreography for Lie- indicates choking, getting suffocated, getting hit by an unknown force(bc the boy is unsure of what’s happening yet but he is hurting). One scene—Jimin was scene one with the painting, the painting was a picture of a dark foggy forest: dark forest means 'lost your way’.
Right after that Jimin ate the apple, bc he’s lost and judgement is clouded. He started sinning(the apple). The camera which all the while was focused on him—-Jimin shifted the focus on the painting while he looked at it: One important meaning. HE WAS LOST. THE BOY WITH ALL THE CONFUSION. LOST HIS WAY.


STIGMA #3
The Devil.
Or the beginning of him. The boy was lost and so he started self-destruction. He cant see yet that he was destroying/hurting himself. At the beginning of the clip Namjoon said “Every individual must destroy before becoming himself”.  Because the boy was hurting, but also alive, he continued to bleed.  At one scene, Tae looked like he was getting beaten by someone invisible. The boy had no idea what to do so he resorted to aggression and violence.. The things he’d done in the past haunted him. But he wasn’t a devil yet,  which can mean a relative or a friend or someone close to him—-he still love them. But he was trapped in his own confusion, he built a prison around himself—eventually the ones close to him left or at least he thought they left him.

Take note of the chained phonebooth. It will be related later on.

The devil has awoken.


First Love #4
The Supporter/The Past/Savior
Self destruction continues because the boy don’t understand the reason behind why things are happening. At one point, Yoongi found the piano he used to love—-the piano , an old one, reminded the boy of how he used to be. The things he ignored. But something/someone summoned him away from the piano so he went out. A while later a car crashed on the shop, the piano was destroyed. Now think about this: if the boy didn’t hear the sound, he will still be inside that shop, he will be there when the car crashed on the piano, HE WOULD HAVE DIED IF HE STAYED. At this point, the boy started to see that THINGS HAPPENED FOR A REASON.


Reflection #5
The Beggining of Adulthood
After realizing a few things, the boy searched for answers. Reflect on his own life. Every bad thing/sin he did came to him (implied by Namjoon’s dialogue “frightful drunkards, robberies, murder, suicide”). Mirrrors, a room full of mirrors, he can see himself but he dont know who he is. The mirrors were shattered, SHATTERED MIRRORS MEAN SOMEONE OR SOMETHING IS SUMMONING YOU URGENTLY, and the phone rang so the boy came to answer the CALL—-but he cant because the phone booth where the phone was, was chained and it has a 'WAR’ written on it. The chained phone booth was a representation of his own self calling him but he still cant answer it because he was still locked and at 'war’ with himself. HE DISLIKES HIM. Of what he has become. But at least, he acknowledged it.

Now the phone booth was seen first on Stigma, no war written on it yet. That was when he started locking himself.


MAMA #6
Love
Being at war, of not loving himself, the boy went through depression, emotional and mental stress because he was aware of what’s happening by now but he cant find a way out. HE TOOK A LOT OF PILLS–pills can mean NEW RULES, THINGS he needed to swallow. He desperately wanted a way out banging the walls until he fainted. When he woke up, he was CALMER, he saw the light, HE SAW THE PAINTING OF THE DARK FOREST. HE SAW HE WAS LOST. Finally he knew he was lost. HE SMILED, he finally knew. He ate chocolate, chocolate is often a token oF LOVE. The painting of Dark Forest changed to a painting of mother and child with an EVA written on it. Eva literal meaning is LIFE.


AWAKE #7
HIMSELF(JIN)
“The bird fights its way out”. The boy spent some time alone on the table with just an apple 'contemplating’ whether to eat it or not. HE DIDNT. The apple fell on the floor and he went back to his room. The door had so much scratches which meant he was trying to go out before but unable to. However, he saw a bird outside, looked at the window just to see his reflection but it wasn’t a mirror, it was water. Water can mean rinsing off sin, renewal—and just after he touched the water, The door opened by itself, he went out. HE ALSO LEFT THE APPLE ON THE FLOOR. HE IGNORED IT(the sin). HE FOUND THE PAINTING OF THE BIRD——WHICH IS ALSO A SYMBOL OF ABRAXAS(God who can see both good and evil). AND WELL PROBABLY TRIED TO FIND HIS WAY OUT OF ISOLATION.

Things are finally clear.


PART 3: THE BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS MUSIC VIDEOS. 

BOTH ARE RELATED. And I may have shed blood sweat and tears dissecting this too.


NOW LET’S GET DOWN TO REAL  BUSINESS:
Korean Version:
This ones really difficult but I’ll try to explain it somehow. This is the beginning of EVIL. Youth or Jin being EXPOSED to the world, was naturally of course, EXPOSED TO BOTH GOOD AND EVIL. That’s where the real struggle starts—whether you would give in to the temptation of evil or choose to go to the good side. Or find a middle ground.

I’ll name each member’s role as early as now for better understanding:
JIN – Actual Person
Jimin – Innocence (remember how he’s always confused and gets dragged in RUN MV)
Jungkook – Childhood/child (at loss of what to do in RUN and I NEED U MV, bc basically he felt like he’ll be tossed aside once Jin grew up)
Namjoon – Adult/ Taker/Tempter
Taehyung – Devil
Hobi – Love
Yoongi – I cant find the exact word but he is the Guide, Supporter, Saviour. Was also thinking he’s representing The Past.

Jin was looking at the painting called ‘The Fall of the Rebel Angels’ and it’s just simply about the conflict between good and evil. It has both ANGEL and DEMONS in it. IT represents the inner battle inside Jin’s mind.

Notice how Jimin and Yoongi are always together. At the beginning of the MV, Yoongi gave Jimin a smack on the head jokingly, Jimin did not retaliate. Yoongi was riding a bike, Jimin and him were like playing around. Yoongi has repeatedly covered Jimin’s eyes, blindfolded, him to prevent him from seeing EVIL—— Yoongi was trying to protect Jimin’s(Jin’s) innocence. He doesn’t want innocence to know the presence of evil.

Second point about Jimin, the apple. Only Jimin has the apple all throughout the MV. He’s the only one who ate it(LIE-short film). Why? Because being the innocent one— he doesn’t know what the apple is(basically that’s ignorance) APPLE SYMBOLIZES SIN, TEMPTATION. (Like how Eve, tempted Adam to eat the apple and they both learned the good and bad and was chased out of paradise because the apple was supposed to be forbidden to eat.)

So he’s been holding on to it. Holding temptation close to him.

Jungkook is Jin as a child. He was constantly on a swing of some kind. Swing = childhood. Until The Adult/Tempter lured him. Children by nature are easily tricked.

Also from the LIVE Trilogy Teaser Jungkook was on a swing but he disappeared and the swing was on fire.

Namjoon and JK are also together, NJ reading a book to JK, indicating ‘superiority’ of NJ from JK. They are in the same room, with smoke. THIS IS IMPORTANT: THE SMOKE CAME FROM NAMJOON’S MOUTH AFTER HE DRANK THE ABSTINTHE——smoke(not from fire) in dreams are interpreted that YOU ARE UNDER CONTROL OF SOMEONE. In this case, Jungkook, the child, is under control of the tempter—-Namjoon. Also in the Japanese MV, JK blindly drank the absinthe Namjoon gave him, without complaint. LIKE A CHILD. He was corrupted in short.

Why would Namjoon corrupt JK? He was jealous of his childhood. He was the adult. He wanted to drag the child with him bc sees the child as a threat to adulthood.

Okay this is getting longer im gonna try to make it fast. So Hobi representing Love or maybe a mother’s/family’s love been aiming his bow and arrow at Tae, the devil—probably trying to save Jin.

Tae in the whole mv was ENTICING, well what can you expect from a devil? Looking for his chance to go all out. The thin cloth, and him jumping off the veranda simply means—follow him to hell(LMAO).

All of them head out of the museum, Yoongi dragging Jimin out. Namjoon and JK too. And jin was left with the devil. ALONE. Tae covered Jin’s eyes(denotes blind judgement). He made Jin see the huge statue with black wings. Made Jin kiss it—the kiss meant Jin’s submission to temptation.

If you realized, after Jin kissed the statue. Jimin’s blindfold was removed(innocence gone), the Pieta statue behind Hobi was shattered(love bye), JK became haram(childhood bye) and the devil revealed his broken wings and smiled in triumph.

BST (JAPANESE)
I think it’s basically a supporting video for the BST Korean Version. Jungkook waking up to see the broken wings mark on the bed meant he’s already corrupted by the Adult. Taehyung being the devil inside Jin, left both Jimin and Jungkook(innocence and childhood) behind.

The scene where Jimin walks away from Yoongi: HE AINT RUNNING AWAY. YOONGI DID NOT BOTHER TO CHASE AFTER HIM TOO. Yoongi being Jimin’s protector realized that he cannot protect Jimin forever and keep him blinded because both good and evil do exist. So he let him go to find himself. Innocence, without knowledge, is ignorance afterall.

TAKE NOTE, UNTIL THIS POINT EVERYBODY ARE A SEPARATE QUALITY OF JIN. THEY DON’T MIX.

The scene switched to Namjoon making JK drink the absinthe, and JK was obviously drugged. Jin was shown alone at the back of the truck—–his journey towards adulthood was in a slump.

He was sleeping. When JK drunk the absinthe, Jin was shown shifting UNCOMFORTABLY in his position. JK vomited, his body REJECTED the drug. At the same time, the other Jimin(who left from Yoongi) was trying to find his way to other Jimin, wiping off his mouth as if he was REGRETTING eating the apple. Jimin and JK were trying to stop the devil and put him back into hiding(hence the appearance of the cloth again). Hobi also appeared polishing his bow and arrow(getting ready to fight the devil again)—-ready to aim at Tae most probably.

Scene shifted to Jin punching Tae, the devil, Jin said sorry, BECAUSE TAE WAS HIM. THE DEVIL INSIDE HIM. HE WAS SAYING SORRY FOR HURTING HIMSELF.

THESE SUCCESSION OF SCENES probably represents the inner battle of Jin’s reasoning inside his head. He’s trying to fight the devil.

Tae, STABBED JIN. It may seem like the devil inside Jin triumphed over him but after Jin was stabbed. Glasses were shattered, Namjoon’s tempter expression changed into something softer, Jungkook laid down on the bed. Hobi and Jimin(love and innocence) danced together and Hobi tried to shoot his arrow at Tae again. And JIMIN FOUND HIMSELF and finally let go of the apple.

I believe this denotes that Jin finally acknowledge that both evil and good exist.

After knowing the truth, the other Jimin disappeared, Jin moved away from the cracks, Namjoon’s wounds were healed,  Jimin’s able to look at himself at the mirror, the green sky turned back to black and Jin was able to see the hole he WAS standing in.

In short, Jin’s clouded thoughts/confused emotions are fading. Or at least he finalyy understood what was happening to himself.

The hole in his heart was because the devil stabbed him—he hurt himself in the process of fighting and took a piece of him. He won’t be the same person again(?) I mean don’t we all. That’s part of becoming an adult.


In I Need U MV, – a lily was blooming on Jin’s chest—where the hole was. Lily, a kind of flower, can also mean resurrection and restored innocence.

At the end of the MV, Jin, met Namjoon(adulthood) and he said “It’s been a while”. You only say that to a person who’s gone and FINALLY BACK. JIN MANAGED TO FIND HIMSELF. Jin handed him an empty lighter. EMPTY LIGHTER. Means he’s done with all the sht, he no longer needed to play with fire.

PART 4: Spring Day and Not Today

At this part: The Devil is no longer a devil. The problem was resolved in BST MVs. Basically Tae, the devil, was just a representation of evil when one dont know how to control it.

SPRING DAY
I’ll just go through the main points. Im sleepy and tired.

After winning his inner battle between good and evil. Jin’s on a journey to find ‘new’ happiness—represented by Omelas and the train.

Jimin looking at the sea—sea can mean life and hardships. And he was holding an old pair of shoe that he can’t wear anymore. It’s not anyone’s show but his.

Jin was piercing Jimin’s(innocence) ear. And Hobi(love) and Yoongi(the past) were hanging out tgt brushing teeth—affectionately poking Yoongi’s cheek. It can mean that Jin isn’t ignorant anymore. And than he learned to love his past.

The adult and The Devil(NJ and Tae) were seen laughing side by side too. I think Spring Day is a representation that Jin was able to get hold of his personas and create harmony instead of fighting.

Jin making gestures as if he was taking a picture but he is not holding a polaroid anymore and all 6 of them disappeared. Tae walking on the railway, Jimin walking away from the sea, birthdays – are all symbolism of GROWTH. GROWING UP AND MOVING ON.

Jin was washing doing laundry, when Yoongi’s part was shown—Yoongi was IN the washing machine(as mentioned in one the MV shooting before). Therefore it can mean that Yoongi(the past) was being cleaned/purified/washed.

Hobi(love) on top of the moving train, was the aspect that helped Jin to move forward.

While Jungkook, most of the time was simply standing alone. Staring at an old idl carousel(or something similar)—which meant the child in Jin can only watch as he grow up. At some point, JK was watching everybody walk around him(past paced) and joined them—I believe it meant Jk(the child in Jin) came into terms that he cant be a child forever and joined the other personas to create harmony.

At the beginning of the MV, Tae(devil) was seen kneeling on the rail as if ‘embracing or like leaning his head on railway. There was also a scene where he was walking on it—he accepted growing up. The devil in Jin finally came to terms with himself and learned that violence and aggression was not the solution.

Spring Day is about finding himself again. Finding his new self. After letting go of certain things from his childhood. Jin is slowly coming to terms with being an adult.

Also in the scene where JK was holding the lighter then the fire was put off then he was alone——-meant an end of a chapter in his life. But then the fire was lit up again but this time all the members behind him—–meant a new chapter. And he isn’t alone anymore.

Pile of clothes can mean the stack of memories? Past? Comfort Zone but you need to step out of it. Let it be memories of the past. And all of them were inside the washing machine meant each aspect gone through some renewal(rinsing off).

Jimin hanging the shoes on the tree (teary eyed) meant he’s willing to let go of the things that are not fitted to him anymore. Just like the clothes.

Tree symbolizes growth too and transformation. The pair of shoe has now become 'part’ of the tree. It will be there, but just a piece of your memory. Something that helped you grow and be a new person.

Do note that everybody seemed to be supporting Jimin at the end. Jin’s different personas—–learned to mix together rather than separately working/fighting. Creating harmony inside Jin.


NOT TODAY:
Not a lot of plot twist. But the men in black were the shadows of the past chasing them but now there is a change in attitude. No longer confused and haunted compared to the beginning of Trilogy.


MAIN POINT:
The scene where all of them got shot except for Jungkook but zoom into Jungkook’s eye and he saw himself holding a gun—-IT MEANS HE ALREADY KNOW WHO IS THE ENEMY. HIMSELF. Remember everyone of them are Jin. I may be wrong but think of Jungkook as Jin. Try not to see them as separate individuals. I dont want to think to deeply as to why Jungkook was the one when it could be Jin himself. (it can be as simple as Jungkook just fitted that role and looked good in running the best tbh lmfao)

Not sure if the illuminati was intended but let’s just say it was—meant he can finally see what he needed to do because he has acknowledged who the enemy was. Therefore it will no longer defeat him. He no longer need to hurt himself.

The scene where everybody was shot but Bangtan stayed up behind meant they have become 'bulletproof’ or strong enough to take on bullets life throws at them like an adult.

And the shadows that used to chase them 'danced’ with them. This represents that experiences you had in the past should be a tool for youth to grow and learn(refer to Spring Day).  The memories of the past was not supposed to haunt  but make them stronger thus the pose at the end where everybody held hands taking bulletshots? Or firing guns!

Simply put, it’s like saying “YEAH LIFE COME AT ME, I AM READY. IM NO LONGER THE CHILD I USED TO BE”

HAPPY ENDINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG (I admit I rushed this part so it may have a lot of holes but it was alrd 5 AM)

Thank you for reading all 4 parts. I was aiming for something relatable and easy to understand theory without the use of too much reference to the technicalities like Demian, Omelas, The paintings and their painters bc that’s too much to understand.

Also dont you just love it when all the symbolism they used like butterfly, lily, train, shoes, railways, water, mirror, tree all point at the same things: change, resurrection and growth.

I also did the interpretation for PROLOGUE if you are interested: here


YEAHHHH IM FINALLY FKN DONEEEEE

My Light - A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: Woohoo, it’s time for another episode of ‘I am insecure and need to be comforted by fictional characters!” Please be careful reading if you are triggered by self-hatred, etc. 

Taking a shaky breath, (Y/N) gathered a handful of Floo powder from the bowl sitting beside the fireplace. “Number 12 Grimmauld Place,” she stated clearly as she thrust the powder into the grime. 

Green smoke enveloped her as she whizzed past dozens of fireplace exits. After a moment of dizzying travel, the network spit her out in a pitch black hearth, dust spilling into the open space in front of her. 

“(Y/N)!” came the chipper voice of her boyfriend! “You’re here!” he cheered as he scooped the startled girl into his arms and spun her around. 

“Hi,”she laughed as he finally set her back on ground. “It’s good to see you too!”

“Good? Try bloody brilliant!” Sirius cupped her cheeks, his thumb stroking her slight blush. “I missed you,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers. 

“I missed you too,” she smiled back, her lips finally connecting to his. 

“Absolutely nauseating,” observed the younger Black brother from the doorway. 

“Shove off, Reg,” Sirius growled without fully removing his lips from hers. 

(Y/N) pushed Sirius back as she flashed Regulus an apologetic smile, “Hey, Regulus. Good to see you.”

Regulus’ lips quirked into as close to a smile as he ever came, “(Y/N). Always a pleasure.” 

Try as he might to be against everything Sirius stood for, he had a hard time disliking (Y/N). She was good for Sirius. Anyone could see it, including Regulus. Well, anyone except Orion and Walburga Black. 

When Bellatrix had ‘accidentally’ let it slip that Sirius Black was fraternizing with a non-approved suitor, Orion and Walburga were less than pleased. Once they realized it was getting serious, they banned the budding relationship. Not that Sirius cared. He found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with (Y/N). And then he found it harder and harder to be away from her. Even on winter holiday. 

So, when the heads of the house were invited to spend the weekend with family for a typical “Black” family soiree, Sirius took advantage of the opportunity. He immediately sent an owl to (Y/N) asking her to spend a couple days at the Black residence. (Y/N), though nervous, agreed after much internal debate. 

“Come on,” Sirius took her smaller hand in his, “let’s go put your things up in my room.”

“Your timing was perfect,” Sirius rambled as he led her up the stairs. “My parents left about a half-hour before you arrived.”

Reaching the top floor, Sirius led her down the dark hall and to a door labelled ‘Sirius.’ Opening the door, he dramatically bowed, allowing her to enter first. 

Taking a few small steps into the large room, (Y/N) took in her new surroundings. A large bed adorned by an elaborately carved headboard and a crimson bed spread sat in the middle of the room. There was a tall window draped in long velvet curtains which which were positioned to let in a subtle rays of light. A candle chandelier hung from the ceiling. A bookcase littered with books from every era and genre sat in the corner. 

Though much of the room was clearly designed by his mother, Sirius had clearly gone to great lengths to personalize his chamber and distance himself from the Black aesthetic. Gryffindor banners covered the walls and he had pasted muggle photographs of motorbikes and girls in bikinis on every open surface. Though she tried not to let her eyes linger, it was difficult to stop staring at the flawless models. 

She feigned a smile, “I’m sure your parents are thrilled with your decorative decisions.”

Sirius snorted, “Yeah, my mother is especially fond of the permanent sticking charms.”

(Y/N)’s tingling laugh danced through the air. Though she would spend agonizing hours, weeks, months even, worrying about those photos, she couldn’t deny her boyfriend’s humor and persistent efforts to irritate his parents. 

***

The evening was spent playing round after round of exploding snap, a drawn out game of chess, and Sirius’ old vinyl records. (Y/N) was enjoying every minute of it. Well, every minute that she wasn’t annoyingly obsessing over those muggle girls in their teensy bikinis beckoning at Sirius with their flirtatious glances. 

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” (Y/N) asked as Sirius lounged on the couch. 

“Not at all,” Sirius replied, “I’ll come up as well.”

Once they reached Sirius chamber, (Y/N) grabbed her bag and headed toward the bathroom tucked just down the hall from Sirius’ room. 

Twisting the handle, (Y/N) watched as water flowed downward from the shower head. As she waited for the water to warm, she began to undress. 

Free from the confines of her disguise, she glared at her reflection in the mirror. All she could see was a blob. A disaster of a human. 

Hideous. 

How could anyone love such a creature. 

The models on Sirius’ walls flashed through (Y/N)’s head. They laughed and mocked. They questioned why a boy as handsome and smart as Sirius would ever want a girl like her. 

Forcing herself away from the mirror, she quickly showered and changed into her pajamas. A baggy t-shirt and an old pair of athletic shorts. 

Making her way back to Sirius was a challenge. She debated leaving right then. How easy it would be to make a run for the fireplace without looking back. She could escape to the safety of her own home. A place of solitude and familiarity. A place where no one could see her deepest insecurities. 

But she couldn’t do that to Sirius. He had seemed so happy to see her when she’d arrived. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she upset him. So, with a deep breath, she reentered Sirius’ room. 

Sirius smiled up at her from his bed where he was flipping through an old quidditch magazine. He too had changed clothes. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants and no shirt. 

(Y/N)’s heart began beating incredibly fast. 

“Ready for bed, then?” Sirius asked. 

(Y/N) nodded as she claimed the vacant side of the mattress. 

Sirius lifted his wand, lazily dimming the lights. 

Shifting closer to the center of the bed, Sirius cocked his head at (Y/N), waiting to see how she would respond. 

As discretely as she could, she slid herself away from him so that she lay almost on the edge of the bed. Though she would have loved to doze in Sirius’ strong arms, she suddenly feared his touch. She feared that he would realize how obviously her form differed from the giggling models on the walls. 

“Have I done something to upset you?” Sirius asked after a moment. 

“What?” (Y/N) replied incredulously. “Of course you haven’t.”

“You sure?” Sirius probed. “You’ve been awfully quiet since you got here and now it’s like you’re afraid I’ve got dragon pox.”

“I’m fine, Sirius,” she assured though she seemed to be having trouble meeting his eyes. 

“Come here, then,” Sirius suggested, opening his arms. 

Hesitantly, (Y/N) inched her way toward him, finding comfort in the familiarity of his warmth. 

“Not so bad, it is?” Sirius joked as he held her tight, pressing a quick kiss to her hairline. 

She didn’t respond, only stared straight ahead. 

“Do you want to go home?” Sirius questioned nervously. “Because you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

(Y/N) lifted her head so she could glance up at him, “No, I don’t want to go home. I’m happy being here with you.”

Sirius gave a small smile, “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

She nodded, but her eyes dropped to the duvet cover she was fiddling with. 

“Then, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart?” he encouraged gently. 

Fidgeting slightly, (Y/N) took comfort in the slight squeeze Sirius gave her. “I’m not like them, Sirius,” she stated simply. 

“Not like who?” he frowned. 

“The girls on your wall,” she explained. “I’m not thin. Or glamorous. I don’t look beautiful in a swimsuit. There are lumps and bumps all over my body. And as much as I try, I’ll never be comfortable with the way I am. I mean, boys have never even given me a second look but you - well, you tell me I’m pretty. And you’re sweet to me. It just doesn’t make sense.”

(Y/N) froze, shocked that she had said all of that out loud. 

“I guess I just don’t understand why someone like you would want someone like me,” she finished lamely, quite embarrassed by her outburst. 

Sirius gazed down at her intently as she rambled, his eyes filled with worry. Sure, the magazines wouldn’t identify (Y/N) as an ideal specimen, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t absolutely perfect. Hell, in Sirius’ mind she was too good for him. 

Sirius pushed her up and off of him. 

(Y/N) was pretty sure this was the end. She had ruined the best part of her life by pointing out how much better Sirius could do. 

“Sirius, I - ”

“Shh,” he hushed her gently as he grabbed something from his nightstand. Once he was finished, he repositioned himself on the bed, sitting in front of her, legs crisscrossed. “You want to know what my most prized possession is?” Sirius asked.

(Y/N) shrugged, still too scared to meet his eyes. 

Holding out a picture frame, he nodded at her to take it. She turned it around and was shocked to see the photograph it kept safe. 

It was a candid taken a few months ago. Sirius had his arm slung around (Y/N) whose face was alight with laughter. Sirius watched her with nothing but adoration, a grin plastered to his lips. As the memory came to its end and (Y/N)’s giddiness was reduced to a simple smile, Sirius lovingly placed a kiss to her temple. And then the loop restarted. 

“That’s why i don’t give a damn about the posters on the walls,” Sirius stated quietly. “They don’t make me feel the way you do. My heart doesn’t leap when I see their smiles. But, when you smile, it’s like I’ve never been more alive. And your laugh. Merlin, I could listen to you laugh for the rest of my life. And honestly, I’ve never wanted anything more than that. Just to be with you and maybe be the cause of some of your happiness.”

He took the picture from your hands and carefully placed it back on his nightstand. He took her smaller hands in his and continued, “Love, you are everything that’s good in the world. You may not realize it, but you are my light.”

He squeezed her hands, “Don’t let yourself dim just because you think that I could do better, because trust me, (Y/N), you are the only one I have ever even considered. I love you and I always will. No one can take that away from you, I promise.”

(Y/N)’s mouth gaped like a fish. Nothing had ever been so heartfelt and her own heart felt incredibly full now that Sirius had reassured her. 

Instead of answering, she simply threw her arms around Sirius and buried her face in his chest. 

He rubbed her back and continued to whisper “I love you’s” until she finally resurfaced. 

“Better?” he asked. 

“Better,” she replied as the two returned to their prior cuddly position. “Hey, Sirius?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you too,” she yawned as his chest rumbled with a chuckle. 

Okie Dokie

Pairing: Sam x Reader (female)

Warnings: FLUFFY FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF DAM IT

Word count: 912

A/N: Can you guys pick sam or Dean for my next angst fic? Also This was a lot of smiling and laughing because I feel like Sam would date someone like that. I feel like he needs that person who will always be positive and is full of laughter because with all the shit he deals with, he needs some humor in his life.


Originally posted by dxrkncss

A light blue hue fills the room as the two of you step into your favorite restaurant ever.Sam smiles down at you as he pulls the chair out for you. You say in a posh voice“Why thank you kind gentlemen.”Sam rolls his eye at your cheesiness as he sits across from  you. His long legs take up most of the space under the table so your legs touch. You take comfort in this small  action because it always made you feel safe. The waiter takes your orders and your eyes meet the young Winchesters “You look lovely tonight.” Sam said his eyes trailing up and down you. His deep brown stare still makes you blush even after knowing for 5 years and dating him for two and a half of them. “Your not so bad yourself.” You wink and giggle a bit. Sam chuckles as well and is blown away by how bright your smile is even in this dark room.

***

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

After dinner was over the two of you went to the impala “Home?” You ask ready to take your heels off. “Not quite yet.” Sam responds as you step into the shining black car. “Oh little Sammy is all mysterious. Must make all the girls crazy.” Sam raises an eyebrow “Who are you calling little?” You roll your eyes with a smirk dancing on your lips. “Just drive Winchester.”  He nods pulling the car out of the parking lot and starts driving through the sunset lit city of San Francisco. Like a little kid you look out the window in awe. This was your favorite city and no matter how many times you visited you were always amazed by it’s beauty. “Hooked on a feeling” by Blue swede starts playing, it’s your song. Yeah it’s silly but the two of you would sing it together in college when there was karaoke so it became your thing. Sam face turns to you and the two you start singing your lungs out. While swaying side to side your hands play the air guitar as Sam does the cow bell(because why not). With the lights swirling around you, the man you love by your side and laughter filling your head like drugs you feel like you hit a new high. As the song ends Sam’s hand moves to your exposed thigh and rubs his thumb over it. This makes you take a shaky breath and you think “This guy can get me so flustered.” As the car almost gets to the glamorous destination. You put your hand on his, his big hands making you feel like a small child again. “Okay close your eyes.” You do as told, your stomach in a knot and you feel the car stop.

Originally posted by smackthedevil

Sam gets out of the car and comes to your side. “Come here Y/N.” He grabs your hand and helps you out of the classic car. As you walk forward you trip and catch yourself making you open your eyes. “Sorry heels are hard to function in.” Sams white smile flashes in your face. “It’s fine now look.” He nods to the view. You gape at the city lit up in front of you. The bridge with ant like cars on it rushes along. Sam’s warm body presses up next to you and wraps his arm around your waist. You place you head on his shoulder as the mixture of orange and yellow hues blend into a pitch black night. The moon reflects on the water and as the crystal liquid washes up on the shore of the short mountain you stand on.Sam’s warm leaves your body leaving you a bit chilly. Sam steps forward in his black tux and gets on one knee. As he kneels in for you, you lose your breath, your knees begin to weaken and you hands over you mouth in shock. “Y/N I have been with you for almost 3 years and you have been with me through the darkest of times. You are the most intelligent, funniest and most badass woman I have ever met.” He takes a deep breath inhaling your beauty, your lacy dress, your electric eyes, your slightly messed up hair that always looks absolutely adorable. “Y/F/N will you do me the honor of being your husband and marry me?” A happy tear rolls down your face and you can’t put together words. “O-okie doKie.” Is all you can choke out. Sam’s head rolls back in laughter as he instantly puts the glimmering ring on.You start laughing so hard you can barely breath. Sam stands up with a massive grin on his face. Your hands lace together and he leans down kissing your lips tenderly. His soft lips have memorized yours and know how to move. His light pink lips are tender and are overflowing with passion. Your lips break away and your foreheads touch. “I love you so damn much you know that right?” You whisper into the chilly air. “Yeah I know, I love you more that words can express.” You start giggling a bit. Sam looks into your love drunk eyes “What are you laughing at shorty?” You shake your head a bit “I said ‘Okie dokie’ now I know I’m a complete mess.” Sam smiles and kiss you for a second then easily sweeps you up in his arms bridle style.

“You’re my mess”

Originally posted by gab-be-natural