let go of a floating lantern


a dimming bonfire surrounded by an excitable gathering of friends whose hands are occupied with guitars, harmonicas, and each other’s hands. sparks sporadically exit the center of the flame, immediately regretting their action as they fade into ashy dust and smokey ambiance.

a swiveling yellow beam permeating from a decaying lighthouse. it’s searching to help struggling sailors or desperate drifters but instead only finds the empty, echoing waves in its forgotten bay.

a glinting satellite that inquisitively completes its timely orbit, scanning the void for answers to questions beyond the ones it is programmed to ask. its sequenced, bright flashes display its audacious activeness.

the moon in its fullest wane. an intrinsic celestial body that offers its luminosity selflessly, though the world it serves only notices it when they are in need, alone, or desperate. a lunar lapse of glowing phases causes the light it gives to fluctuate, allowing more darkness on some nights than others. but tonight, everything glows.

the sun. a perpetual source and everlasting force of light that enables others to attain insight, visibility, and warmth simply through its existence. a self-powered entity that emulates effulgence effortlessly.

an exquisite chandelier that dangles stably over a spacious hall. it is embellished with ornate carvings that encompass translucent glass shapes which amplify warm light onto the reflective, polished flooring below. a lone soul spins purposefully beneath it. she falls.

the last twinkling paper lantern to be let go at a convivial festival. lovers contribute to its departure, entrusting different promises to the same floating luster. they silently wonder the course the light shall take, but neither truly wants to know.

the light at the end of the tunnel. an alluring brightness that can only be seen with the collective stimulation of closed eyes and an openness to whatever shall happen next.

a sudden, short-lived firework that thunderously alerts of its sparkling presence. it is a pure white and fleetingly enlightens the sky. though the light vanishes, its energy remains captured by observers below.

a fluorescent ceiling light gleaming from the top floor of a metropolitan skyscraper. it was accidentally left on by a venturesome novice who internally claims they are onto something, as they gradually fall asleep atop scattered files and underlined pages.

the shocking radiance of the first functioning light bulb. the patient inventor soulfully celebrates, as the electricity reflects the brightness of the future he so badly wants for the world.

a flickering flashlight underneath a heavy blanket. it is held by a sapient soul that feels too alive to ask their body to sleep. the battery eventually dies but the switch remains on, expecting new life.

Things to add to your bucket list:


  • See The Northern Lights 
  • See A Solar Eclipse 
  • See A Waterfall 
  • See Cherry Blossoms in Japan 
  • See The 7 Wonders of The World 
  • See The Mona Lisa, at the Louvre in Paris 
  • See Da Vinci’s Notebooks, Victoria and Albert Museum 
  • Spend New Year’s Eve in Times Square 
  • Spend a day at Central Park, New York 
  • Spend Mardi Gras in New Orleans 
  • Spend La Tomatina in Spain 
  • Spend Dia De Los Muertos in Mexico 
  • Use a Cable Car In San Francisco 
  • Visit Anne Frank’s House 
  • Visit Large Hadron Collider 
  • Walk Along the Great Wall of China 
  • Push A Stone at Stonehenge 
  • Wear an Authentic Kimono in Japan 
  • Make A Guard Laugh at Buckingham Palace 
  • Go to an Olympic Game 
  • Travel All Around the World 
  • Stand at The Equator 
  • Backpack Across at Least 10 Locations 
  • Pack Your Bags and Set Off for A Random Location 
  • Live in A Different Country for at Least 6 Months 
  • Set Foot in All the Continents 
  • See A TED Talk Live 
  • Comic Con or Who Con – Any Con 
  • Tee in The Park 
  • Coachella 
  • Go On a Safari 

Achieve Something

  • Achieve My Ideal Weight 
  • Publish A Book 
  • Get Featured in The Media for Something You Are Proud Of 
  • Start A Movement On a Cause You Believe In 
  • Get A Standing Ovation 
  • Get A Street Named After Me 
  • Give £10,000 To Charity 
  • Create A Famous Quote 
  • Start A Phenomenon 
  • Start A Petition 
  • Prove A Theory 
  • Become an Ordained Minister 


  • Be A Matchmaker 
  • Contact A Company  Just to Thank Them 
  • Fold 1,000 Origami Cranes and Give Them to Someone Special 
  • Pie Someone in The Face 
  • Personally Know Someone Famous 
  • Do Volunteer Work 
  • Be A Mentor to Someone 
  • Make A Difference in Someone’s Life 
  • Teach Someone Illiterate to Read 
  • Give A Heartfelt Surprise to Someone 
  • Perform A Kind Deed Without Expecting Anything in Return 
  • Meet A Good Street Performer 
  • Shake Hands with PM and President 
  • Meet Someone You Can Only Dream of Meeting 
  • Collect Autographs from All My Favourite People 
  • Donate Blood and Meet Who It Got Donated To 
  • Get A Pen Pal 
  • Write 365 Letters to Someone 
  • Write Letters to 5 People Who Positively Influenced You 
  • Leave £100 Tip for a waiter/waitress 
  • Befriend A Stranger 
  • Get A Drink for A Stranger 
  • High Five a Stranger 
  • Take A Picture with A Stranger 
  • Give Free Hugs on a side-walk 
  • Hold Sign Saying ‘Talk to Me About Anything’ On A Busy Street 
  • Order Pizza and Send It to A Random House with Note 

Something for Me

  • Get A Pet 
  • Get A Complete Makeover 
  • Decorate My Room – Paint A Cool Landscape 
  • Fly First Class 
  • Get My Portrait Painted 
  • Legitimately Play a Song On Any Musical Instrument 
  • Get A Signed Copy of a Book I Love 
  • Dye My Hair an Unnatural Colour – Purple/Blue 
  • Get The Restaurant Staff Sing for my birthday 
  • Get A Mani/Pedi 
  • Have A Spa Day 
  • Receive A Postcard from All Countries from Post Crossing 
  • Get A Star Named After Me 
  • Get Picked Up at The Airport by Someone with A Sign 
  • Authentic Chuck Taylors 

Learn Something New

  • Learn A New Language 
  • Learn Morse Code 
  • Learn to Say Hello in 26 Languages 
  • Learn Sign Language 

Try Something New

  • Try A Profession in A Different Field 
  • Try Every Single Ben and Jerry’s Flavour 
  • Try to Be Vegan for A Week 

Once in a Lifetime

  • Fly in A Hot-Air Balloon 
  • Do Public Speaking 
  • Act in A Film - Big or Small 
  • Be an Extra in a Big Film 
  • Crowd Surf 
  • Indoor Skydiving 
  • Wash an Elephant 
  • Ride A Rollercoaster 
  • Be On a Big Screen 

Participate in/Organize  Something

  • Run A Marathon 
  • Volunteer at A Hospice 
  • Go in A Corn Maze 
  • Join A Book Club 
  • High School Reunion 
  • Participate in Holi Festival 
  • Attend A Jewish Wedding 
  • Attend A Christian Wedding 
  • Attend A Hindi Wedding 
  • Attend A Sikh Wedding 
  • Attend A Muslim Wedding 
  • Attend An Atheist Wedding
  • Attend Any Wedding … 
  • Attend A Random Wedding as a Stranger 
  • Treasure Hunt 
  • Scavenger Hunt 
  • Masquerade Ball 
  • Murder Mystery Dinner 
  • Organise A Picnic Outing 
  • Organise A Barbeque 
  • Organize a Block Party 
  • Throw A Mega Party       
  • Put On a Fundraiser 
  • Foam Party 
  • Zombie Walk 
  • National Novel Writing Month 
  • MONOPOLY – actually complete it 

Something Sentimental

  • Walk/Dance Barefoot in The Rain 
  • Experience A Sunrise 
  • Experience A Sunset 
  • Go Stargazing 
  • Plant A Tree and Watch It Grow 
  • Go Camping 
  • Road Trip 
  • Fly A Kite 
  • Fall Asleep On Grassy Plains 
  • Ultimate Water Fight 
  • Message in A Bottle 
  • Sleep Under the Stars 
  • Make A Cool Snowman 
  • All Day with No Technology 
  • Water gun and Water Balloon Fight 
  • Bonfire and S’mores 
  • Blanket and Sofa Fort 
  • Catch Fireflies 
  • Collect Seashells 
  • Messy Twister 
  • Let A Floating Lantern Go 
  • Belong in A Secret Society 
  • Collect A Penny Made in Every Year I’ve Been Alive
  • Food Fight 
  • Leave A Note in A Library Book 
  • Leave A Note On A Car Window 
  • Leave A Shoe at A Ball 
  • Release A Chinese Lantern 
  • Use A Fake Name at Starbucks 
  • Pretend to Be a Window Mannequin 
  • Pull A Fire Alarm 
  • Pull an All Nighter 
  • Put A Pair of My Shoes On a Shoe Tree 

Places to go / Things To See

  • Ballet 
  • Beach 
  • Castle 
  • Concert 
  • Drive-in Movie 
  • Factory 
  • Haunted Place 
  • Laser Quest 
  • Museum 
  • Music Festival 
  • Paintballing 
  • Theatre 
  • Zip line 

Make Something

  • Knit A Scarf 
  • Build A Treehouse 
  • Write A Children’s Book 
  • Start A Vlog 
  • Make A Rubber Band Ball 
  • Start A Scrapbook 
  • Do A 365 Day Photo Project 
  • Wreck-This Journal 
  • Make A Bracelet 
  • Bake Something 
I Think I Wanna Marry You (Part 6)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: It’s getting harder for the both of them to act like they don’t feel anything less than in love.

Read the previous parts here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Dedicated to: @scamanders26newtcase , @julibelen , @mayainneverland , @the-rain-pours-down ,

If I forgot to tag you, I apologize; don’t be shy to inbox me and let me know, and I’ll be sure to in the next part.


When they get back to the hotel, it’s like there hadn’t been any fight to begin with. They enter the building arms linked and smiling and giggling and behind them trail Castiel and Sam, faces adorned with furtive smiles that tell just how much they know.

(Because they do.)

(Even if Dean and Y/N don’t yet…)

They go through the lounge and then out onto the patio where (most of) the family buzzes around. Marilyn speeds left and right, asking about the flower decorations and when the arch will be there while the bride-to-be, eyes trained on a piece of paper in her hands, stands at the sidelines, mumbling—most likely reciting her vows, Dean reasons.

They say their hellos briefly and then head upstairs to change, returning at a few minutes to six to offer whatever help they can.

“Oh, thank God, some muscle.” Marilyn sighs with relief as her eyes skitter from Sam’s face to Cas’. “Could you guys help them carry in the calendulas? You can just put them here.” She points to one of the empty tables, and Sam gives a curt nod, before heading off.

“And us?” Y/N asks.

“Uhmmm…” Her mother whips back around, then, furrowing her brow, takes moment to think. Dean waits, hoping she says there’s nothing left to do because after the day he’s had, all he wants is to put his feet up and blow off some steam.

But his wish isn’t granted. Eyes widening in realization, Marilyn perks up with an idea, guiding them down to the pond where Rick and some of Y/N;s cousins are setting up the tikki torches.

Reflected in the calm waters, the glimmer of the flames is bright and rapid, tails of fire growing higher and higher and then smaller as the winds course through the air.

“Here.” Picking up two stray lighters, the elder Woman hands them to the pair. “Get started.”

And then she’s off.

Sharing curious glances for a second, Y/N and Dean twiddle with the lighters in their hands. They haven’t got much time left and so they begin.

The torches stretch past the pond and into the garden where the reception will be held, but even when they’re done lighting them up, there’s the lanterns on the steps. Then the candles. Then, just when Dean, exhausted from running left and right, is about to sit down for a breather, the fly-away lantern.

“The what?” He asks breathlessly, hunched over on one of the steps.

Y/N tries not to roll her eyes (but fails, because come on..). “The fly-away lantern.” She says. “The one that we’re gonna set off into the sky when the reception ends. They want to test it now to avoid any accidents this weekend.”

“Accidents like what? Setting fire to the clouds?”

“Shut up and come help me.” Ignoring his moans of objection, Y/N hauls her friend up onto his feet, giggling, and leads him over to the spot where the lantern is set. There are a couple of people fooling around near it, Rick and his posse smiling and passing it to each other like it’s a balloon before she grabs it mid-air.

She sets it down, rolling her eyes and gets out her lighter. “I can’t leave you boys alone for a minute, can I?”

“You have all these macho men to help you out, what do you need me for?” Grumbling, Dean crosses his arms over his chest like a child.

“None of these macho men is my boyfriend.”

“I could volunteer to be replacement.” Rick teases.

“Not so fast, buddy.” And Dean, stepping in right in front of him, almost growls even if he knows it’s just a joke.

(This whole thing, in a way, is.)

First, Y/N pins her hair up in a sloppy bun to keep it from getting caught in the flame. The wind tickles the exposed nape of her neck, sending a shock through her and coating it in gooseflesh. It’s dangerous, Dean presumes, to be setting off an almost-literal ball of fire into the sky when the winds are so violent, but it’s Y/N. Trusting her word is as good as trusting his own.

She flicks the lighter on. Casting her eyes up at him, she beckons the elder Winchester over.

“Dean, hold it up for me, will you? Yeah, like that. Okay, don’t let go, I’m lighting it.”

“Looks like someone’s a little pyro.”

“Shut up. Dean, now.”

The elder Winchester’s fingers uncurl and everyone takes a step back, watching as the lantern, gleaming like a ball of fire, slips from their hold and soon begins to rise.

Dean watches it, entranced, a bit surprised actually because it looks a lot better than he thought it would. His initial fear of it backfiring dissipates like fog. His eyes follow the lantern floating higher and higher, moving with the breeze, dancing almost and he doesn’t want t look away lest he miss any more of its enchantment….

But he can’t help his gaze from flickering to Y/N.

Y/N, smiling, head tipped back and staring up at it like a child. Her eyes are squinted as she laughs triumphantly, tenderly, and Dean’s heart leaps in his chest for the hundredth time today. The rest of the family is gathering around to watch their success, all cheers and rapture and trying to set off some more just for the hell of it. Sam and Cas are back, too. Sam and Cas, Dean realizes, are setting off their very own lantern as well, and it takes him a moment to realize that they are calling him to join in on the fun.

And within two minutes, there are about twelve balls of fire dotting the sky, floating past the clouds and into the heavens.

They set the night ablaze with their success with the lanterns, infecting everyone around with a twin triumph and energy that comes the win and then move on to helping string the fairy lights across the garden. Y/N holds the ladder in place for him and tries not to laugh every time Dean complains she stop shaking it. When they finish their sector, they move on to picking up the cake, arranging the flowers and by the end of the night their hands are blistered and calloused from a day’s work.

Later in the night Dean sits on the edge of the bed, kneading his sore palms together and grimacing. His limbs feel disjointed and his back hurts and if he thought being mauled by a werewolf was the most pain he’s endured then, this day has come a close second. (Even if he’s too stubborn to admit that to a taunting Y/N).

“You look like crap.” She struts out of the bathroom with her pajamas on and a towel turbaned around her head. Dean rolls his eyes, trying not to show how much the mattress dipping from her weight makes his spine tingle.

“And I’m assuming you feel worse.”

“You assume right.”

“We made it, Dean.”  And then there’s that somber air hanging between them.

He wants to turn to meet her gaze, to look into the pools of y/e/c he assumes are glinting like stars with joy, but the excruciating pain in his neck won’t let him.

Keeping his back to her, the elder Winchester instead shuts his eyes and lets his breathing even. The room is silent for a moment. Feint music, the roar of Marilyn shouting instructions on where to set what. Dean tires not to laugh. Y/N really is her mother’s daughter….

“Something wrong?” Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, she tips her head to the side.

Shaking his head, the elder Winchester lets out a sigh. “Just tired.” He explains. She watches him, patient, biting her bottom lip between her teeth in contemplation.

He hopes she can’t see through the façade—but hoping is as far as his requests go, as the young girl straightens out, alert, and trains her eyes on him.


“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t do this, okay? We just made up a few hours ago and I’m not ready for another—“

“I’m not doing anything—Y/N…”Within the flash of second, Dean whips around to face his friend, a tired, almost sympathetic smile etched in his face and takes her hand into his. It’s warm, flax. Y/N stills for a moment and the green-eyed hunter takes it as his chance to shift and move a little bit closer. Just close enough to see the wave of red that flushes her cheeks and then disappears. (You’d think by now they’d be past the coyness).

Her hand feels endlessly warm in his. They’ve been down this road before. So many times—within this past two weeks and within the past few months it is then that Dean is finally tired of the tip-toeing. Tired, but…not ready to do anything about it. Not yet.

Realizing the shift in atmosphere, the elder Winchester gulps and slowly releases her hand. He must be imagining it—the glint of disappointment that flashes across Y/N’s face. Because within a second, she straightens her back and clears her throat.

There’s an awkward, almost sad smile on her face. Almost embarrassed, this time it’s his turn to mask his emotions of hurt when he realizes this.

When the air is almost too painfully awkward, he clears his throat and gives a half-assed, definitely not hurt, definitely earnest chuckle as he turns his back.

“Man, sorry…” Wiping a hand down his face, he apologizes. “I’m just tired. Really, really tired. Wow. Uhm—do you want the bed tonight?” He glances over his shoulder.

Y/N fumbles and then finally gathers herself enough to fervently shake her head. “Uhm, no…it’s fine.” Comes a strained laugh. “I could go spend the night in Sam and Cas’ room. You get your rest.”

“I f you wanna stay then—“

“Dean…” And there’s that hand again on his shoulder as Y/N, shaking her head, expression dressed in just as much exhaustion, stares at him. At this point, they’re back to normal; to colleagues and best friends who read each other like a book. He can see in her eyes she knows just how tired he is.

Eyes sliding over his face, she gives his arm a little squeeze. “Rest.” She says.


Stricken by her spell, the only thing the elder Winchester can do is swallow, nod wordlessly and watch as she pecks a light kiss on his forehead and then leaves the room. When the door clicks shut, echoing in the graveyard silent room, he lets out a breath.


Y/N doesn’t want to sleep in Sam and Cas’ room. She doesn’t want to be any more than six feet away from Dean, but at the moment that seems the best decision for everyone. For her, for him—right now, they are two raging tornadoes hurtling towards each other, and the only way to avoid having a colossal catastrophe is to let them rage on their own.

When she gets to the room, she knocks gingerly on the door and within a few seconds Sam opens up.

“Hi, roomie.” She greets, smiling as she sidesteps into the room. Cas is there, sitting in a chair and reading a travel guide from the night stand and he greets her with a curt nod, barely looking up to meet her eyes. Y/N throws herself onto the bed with an oomph.

“Another fight?” Sam asks as he settles down at the foot of the bed.

She shakes her head against the castle of pillows, then grabs another and props it behind her head. “No. He just needs his beauty sleep so I let him have it in the form of our bed.”

“I thought it’s big enough for the two of you…I mean, you guys never mind rooming on a hunt.”

“This isn’t a hunt, now is it?”

“Apparently not.” he answers. “I’ve been doing some digging since we got here, actually. Looks like Boston is pretty monster-free.”

“Have you seriously been looking for a case while we’re at a wedding?” Y/N asked, amused. Smiling, Sam gets up and moves over to the desk where his laptop sits open.

“The wedding’s after tomorrow.”


The younger hunter looks up, eyes curious and calm, and Y/N takes in a deep breath.

“You…” She struggles for the words that so desperately cling to the floor of his belly, anxious. Sitting up, the sheets crumple and ruffle with her movements and she grips one of the pillows to her chest like it will somehow ease her nerves. Pauses. Deep breaths. Rapid heartbeat. She tries again.

“You know about…Dean, and…I—don’t you?”



At this point, even Cas has tuned in, his book carefully rested in his lap. Staring at the younger Winchester, she can feel sweat bead at the nape of her neck.

“Oh, God, this is so awkward.” Y/N groans as she buries her face in the pillow. Her cheeks and ears feel hot, but at least she’s gotten the wheel rolling with this, at least they’re in motion.

But then, out of the sudden silence, she hears the quiet titter of Sam’s laugh. Shooting up to sit, she looks at him. Her eyes bounce from him to Cas whom she finds has a twin smirk on his lips, and Y/N’s eyes narrow.

The younger Winchester notices this and stifles his laughs, holding a fist to his mouth. “Sorry, Y/N, it’s just uhm…” His eyes lift to her and he’s still smiling. “…I knew a long time ago. Probably before even you did.”


“We both did.” He gestures to Cas. “It’s kind of…. Hard not to.”

The angel nods, not lifting his gaze as he flips to the next page.You and Dean are quite inseparable.”

“And intolerable.”

“And infatuated, clearly, with each other.”

“It’s only been a matter of time before you guys found out. That’s why I actually, uhm, called Cas up this week to come here. So that we could…”Sam’s voice dies away and he averts his eyes to something else, scratching his head, and it’s obvious, and strange, and Y/N, arms still firmly coiled around her pillow feels like a child whose parents have just broken the Santa-news to them.

Sam knows. And Cas knows.


“And Dean?” She can’t help but ask, not even bothering to hide the eager tone of her voice.

Exchanging looks, the two are quiet for a moment. The air in the room stills and no one says anything. When no reply comes, she can feel the edges of her nerves fray more and more.

“Sam,” An admonishing tone drips from tongue. “And what about Dean? Does he know?”

“Not…entirely. Okay, look,” Sighing, he then crosses the room, perching himself down beside her. She glares him down as he sits clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on his knees.

“It’s hard to explain all this.”He states calmly

Her voice thin and almost cracking, Y/N’s eyes bore into his.“So this whole thing is one-sided?”

“What? No.”

“Dean does care about you, Y/N.” Cas supplements from his chair, his attention for his book long gone and now focused on them. “Immensely.”

“He’s in love with you.”


Sam bites his tongue and Y/N, gaping with wide-eyes, tries to gather the wind that has just been knocked out of her with his words. The world, just for split second, halts its movements and they are frozen,caught in a stand still of time and space and she



But before the younger Winchester can get a word out, there comes a knock on the door, drawing the attention away as Cas rises. When he swings the door open, Y/N isn’t surprised to see that it’s Dean.

With wet hair tousled in every which way, it’s obvious he has just showered and gotten ready for bed, already clad in some sweatpants and an old T-shirt. Gulping thickly, Y/N catches his eyes through the crack in the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Uhm, yes, sure.” The angel steps aside and in saunters the elder Winchester. When she looks at him, Y/N can see that, even if it might be miniscule, a bit fo tension has been washed away. Dean looks more tamed, more like himself as his lips form a smirk.

“Am I interrupting your slumber party?”

“You’re right in time.” The younger Winchester stands. “We were just about to braid each other’s hair.”

He laughs. “Oh, joy.”

“Beer?” Grabbing one of the cans on the table, Sam wiggles at his brother, smiling.

“Ice-cold, please.”

He tosses it to Dean and snapping it open, the elder Winchester takes a heavy sip, eyes fluttering shut.

Watching him, the coil in Y/N’s gut only tightens. She tries to make conversation, tries to laugh at his jokes, tries to act like she doesn’t notice that he’s a lot better now because even that feels too inconspicuous after what Sam just revealed, doesn’t it? Too suspicious? Maybe not. She’s tired and weary and after their second beer, Y/N gets up and decides to head back to spend the night in their room.

She splashes some water onto her face, cards her fingers through her hair and then crawl into bed. They don’t say anything to each other; not a goodnight or sweet dreams, but after the day they’ve had, the comfortable silence of the night is enough of an intimacy, especially when Y/N feels a hand slither beneath the blanket and lace with hers.



It’s a lot easier now that they’ve made up. Less tedious planning out their trips to fittings and rehearsals, definitely not as awkward as it once was, and Dean is definitely grateful that the entire wave of conflict between him and Y/N has blown over. It’s easier, now, for all of them; friends and family alike as they no longer have to pry either of them with questions of the other’s whereabouts…It’s easier now for Dean to let himself fall more and more in love with Y/N.

No strife nor resentment. They are yet again on the same page, and for him to say it feels like anything less than a great pleasure would be ridiculous.

Friday morning greets them with clear skies and warm sun, everything ripe and plump with color as they head into town for another fitting. Dean doesn’t stop mentioning this—the potent harmony—to Sam while they’re standing in the tailoring shop with Cas, arms raised up as they take the measurements round their waists because by God, he just can’t not ramble on about it.

Keeping as still as he can, the elder Winchester smiles subtly at his brother. “TGIF. I can’t wait for tonight.”

“I can see.” Sam chuckles in response, before a sly smirk forms on his lips. “ I see making up’s made you giddy nonstop, huh?”

“Giddy? I’m not giddy.”

“Dude, you were singing along to the radio today. Billboard one hundred.”

“Are we all getting suits for tonight or is dressing formal optional?” Castiel pipes up, earning the attention of both hunters as they turn to him standing by the mannequins, fingers trailing along the lapels. Brow knitted, the angel’s gaze bounces between the two.

“Well, I guess you can wear what you want. Thinking of sporting the trench-coat?” Sam prompts.

“Please don’t.” Dean shimmies his shoulders so that the jacket falls properly over his frame as he takes a look in the mirror. “Y/N wants us looking dapper as ever and that thing is…well..”

“Ragged. Yes, I know.” Cas answers plainly. With a sigh, he pivots around, sizing up one of the displays. It’s deep navy with a light, almost pastel marigold tie, and he sucks in a breath. “I’ll find a suit. Hopefully something—as Dean so put it—dapper.”

“’Atta’ boy.”

“Cas, pass me that silver tie, will you?” Sam asks. The angel tosses it to him and the younger Winchester quickly fixes it into place, eyes trained on his very own reflection.

When they’re done with suits, it’s onto picking up the minister from out of town and bringing him back to the hotel. Long drives and even longer conversations where Dean, for seemingly the first time does not mind  talking about how beautiful Boston is. Reverend Loyd was born here but moved away upon taking his oath, he tells them and the elder Winchester listens the entire drive, a content smile etched into his face.

(Because maybe he is giddy after all.)


The entire floor is filled with the sound of Donkeyboy blaring through the halls as Y/N gets ready.

Curling her hair, getting out her clothes, makeup. It’s the rehearsal tonight and, as declared by her elder sister, she’s going to have to look elegant and pleasant while retaining the focus on the bride to be. With that in mind, the entire preparation is set in place: her dress is spread across the bed alongside a pair of heels she borrowed from S/P/N and the room is scented with her fragrance of Peace Lilly perfume.  In the bathroom, Y/N is finishing up curling the ends of her Y/H/C hair as Stereolife slows to a finish on the speakers.

Sliding the curler through the last ringlet, she takes one of the bobby pins tucked between her lips and pins it in place, then does the back and spritzes a cloud of hairspray on to set it. Another song begins. Slower this time, wafting through the entire and, after taking one last look at the finish, she goes to turn the volume up. As she maneuvers around the room, her minds wanders. To tomorrow, what it will be like. To last night.

To Dean.

It’s no longer something she’s so ashamed of. Thinking about the elder Winchester has almost become a custom and so she chooses to not fight it. To embrace. It’s the only way she can make this any less painful, like a sailor thrown out into the sea, letting the tide wash over him. Consume—Y/N tries not to think about how much it has, so far. How much of her it has eaten, like a vicious disease she stubbornly refuses to treat.

She doesn’t want to treat it. She wants Dean.

And if she and Sam’s conversation over the phone last night means anything, then he wants her, too.

And isn’t that enough? Just knowing? She feels like it should be. Like yearning for more is a gluttony she needs to avoid lest Karma pay her a visit for not abiding, and yet at the same time it calls to her. Dean. Her Dean…He always has been, since the very day they met, two pieces of the same shattered glass and maybe they’re meant to fit together. Her Dean, for more than a year now.


They have battled and bled and been by one another for as long as she can remember. Dean is her best-friend, Y/N thinks. Even if it’s only mere thought, just knowing should be enough for her.


Thank you for reading.

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As always: hope you’re having a great day!


tvd meme favorite male/male friendship ✘ Dalaric

D: They are floating lanterns in the sky. Can you believe that? Japanese lanterns is a symbol of letting go of the past. Well, here’s a newsflash– we’re not Japanese. You know what they are? Children. Like lighting a candle’s going to make everything OK, or even saying a prayer. Or pretending Elena’s not going to end up just like the rest of us murdering vampires. Stupid, delusional, exasperating little children. And I know what you’re going to say: ‘It makes them feel better, Damon.’ So what? For how long? A minute, a day? What difference does it make? Because in the end, when you lose somebody, every candle, every prayer is not going to make up for the fact that the only thing you have left is hole in your life where that somebody that you cared about used to be. And a rock with a birthday carved into it that I’m pretty sure is wrong. So thanks, friend. Thanks for leaving me here to babysit. Because I should be long gone by now. I didn’t get the girl, remember? I’m just stuck here fighting my brother and taking care of the kids. You owe me big.

A: I miss you too, buddy.”


time to fuck shit up

Kakashi knelt down quietly, he was on top of the Hokage monument, so it was best to not cause a scene. He murmured a few words, chakra danced over his skin and leaked into the air.

Calming, the way the floating lantern lit up.

He stood and held it in his hands. So much to say but the lump in his throat made it impossible. The sun was setting, he knew. It would be best for him to let go of the lantern before it would be visible in the clear night sky.

A breath, a whisper and-

Fuck, this never gets easier.

A laugh crawled up to his mouth and he squashed it like the smallest of bugs.

He looked up. Today is a bad day, he decided. Always.

He took a deep breath, as if it would make it easier. “Thank you, Sakumo. Father. For the life you have gifted me.”

And the lantern was in the air.

He would cry at home, he decided. With his pack, within his safe place. And he would deal with any questions the lantern evoked.

Just like last year.


Prompt: Can I request Hal Jordan and the reader on date but it gets interrupted by other lanterns

Hi, okay, I’m not that read up on the Lanterns, I mean, I used to watch that cartoon network show and a few movies. So, I’m gonna try my best.

Y/N=Your name

Y/F/IC= your favorite Ice Cream


Pairing: Hal X OC

Word Count: 1,053

At first, you were nervous, the rumors that you had heard while working on the Air Force base along side the two. Your mutual friend, Carol, had set the two of you up on a blind-date, saying that she’d bring him to your station after work.  You had never met him before today, but he seemed to be nice. The pick-up line he had used while meeting you as Carol introduced you was cheesy, but it still made you blush, “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I wouldn’t forget a pretty face like that.”

“Hal,” Carol groaned as the two of you shook hands, “You’re going to scare her away- and you just met.”

“it’s fine Carol,” you chuckled, “It’s kinda cute.”

“Don’t encourage him Y/N. It’ll be bad for you.”

Hal rolled his eyes at Carol before he motioned for her to scat, “now you’re going to scare her away. Come on Y/N, I know a great place to grab a bit to eat.”

“Perfect,” you said, grabbing your purse off of the counter and waving to Carol, “See you tomorrow.”

“See you then,” She smiled, leaning against the counter and watching the two of you leave, patting herself on the bak and already planning your wedding… probably.

“So Y/N,” Hal smiled down at you as you walked, “Carol talked quite a bit about you, but I’d like to hear it from you…”

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tol-sam  asked:

(for the made-up fic title thing) Candle in the Wind with our babe Peter M?

(it has nothing to do with the song and also i’m picturing lanterns instead of candles but whatevs)

Peter is the best at dates. Honestly. When you were younger you tried once or twice to beat him on who could plan the best date but the truth is that it was a lost game, because Peter excels at it. His dates are amazing and always different and exciting and he always manages to come up with a very thoughtful explanation for his reasoning behind them that leaves you a little more in love with him by the time the night is done and you’re going to bed– it’s just how things are.

However, there is one specific date that– even though it’s not as big or mysterious as so many others have been– is your absolute favorite and will always be. It was one night during your honeymoon where he took you to the beach and you found yourself eating with him sitting in a table in the sand, all alone while you felt like the luckiest person in the world because Peter is literally the sweetest man you could have hoped for to be your husband, and he loves you and you love him and everything is perfect.

And then when you’re done eating, he tells you he has a surprise for you but that it’s nothing big like you’re used to, so maybe don’t get your hopes up too much.

It turns out, he made a paper lantern all by himself and on the paper there are things written, and when you ask him what it says he tells you that for some people lighting up a lantern and releasing it means letting go of your fears and worries, so he wrote all his fears and worries in it because now that you’re married they don’t feel as big as they used to be, because you make him feel stronger and safe.

You’re already in tears by the time you light it up and release it together, and as you watch it float away in the wind you kiss him, knowing that you’re the luckiest person in the world.


They’re floating lanterns in the sky. Can you believe that? Japanese lantern is a symbol of letting go of the past. Well, here’s a newsflash… we’re not Japanese. You know what they are? Children. Like lighting a candle’s going to make everything okay. Or even saying a prayer, or pretending Elena is not going to end up just like the rest of us murderous vampires. Stupid, delusional, exasperating little children. I know what you’re going to say. It makes them feel better, Damon. So what? For how long? A minute? A day? What difference does it make? Because in the end, when you lose somebody, every candle, every prayer is not going to make up for the fact that the only thing you have left is a hole in your life where that somebody that you cared about used to be. And a rock, with a birthday carved into it that I’m pretty sure is wrong.


“They’re floating lanterns in the sky. Can you believe that? Japanese lanterns are a symbol of letting of the past. Well here’s a news flash, we’re not Japanese. I know what you’re going to say, ‘It makes them feel better, Damon.’ So what?[….] used to be.

Preference: First Date (Requested)

Originally posted by astrology-zone

Finn decides that he wants his first date with you to be something simple so that the two of you can really focus on one another.  You aren’t the type of person who needs big, extravagant gestures of affection to know how much someone cares anyways.  He decides on a midday picnic in a beautiful clearing not far from the Resistance’s base.  The day of the date Finn is eager to make all the food on his own for your picnic.  It isn’t until he starts, that he realizes he has no idea what he’s doing.  He isn’t even sure what types of food one makes for a picnic.  With a sigh he decides he better go get some food from the Cantina.  When he opens his door he’s surprised to see you standing there, fist up and ready to knock on his door.  You grin up at him, telling him that you were just checking to see if the date was still on.  You can tell something is bothering him and when you ask what’s wrong, he hesitates for a moment before admitting he has no clue what to make for a picnic.  You beam up at him and tell him you can make the food together.  He seemed content with that and the two of you got to work.  By the time you had finished, dark clouds had rolled in and were spitting out large raindrops.  You gazed out the window as Finn grew frustrated, mumbling about how nothing had gone right today.  You turn towards him, telling him with a sweet smile that the two of you can still have your picnic.  He looked confused for a moment as you reached over to his couch and threw down a blanket onto the floor of his small housing unit.  You grabbed the basket of food and take a seat, grabbing his hand to pull him down to the floor with you.  It’s then that Finn realizes that even if things didn’t go as planned, anytime he was with you would be perfect.

It doesn’t take Poe long to figure out what he wants to do for his first date with you.  He tells you eagerly one day that he wants to take you flying and show you the stars up close.  You reluctantly agree, not letting him know that you are utterly terrified of flying. When the day comes, you stand below Poe’s X-wing with sweaty palms and a fast beating heart.  He stands beside you, an arm around your shoulder, beaming up proudly at his ship and telling you all about it.  It takes him a moment to notice your discomfort and he instantly becomes worried that you don’t want to go on a date with him after all.  You laugh nervously, telling him that’s not it, you’re just scared.  He grabs your hand reassuringly, insisting that you have nothing to be afraid of, he’s the best pilot in the Resistance after all!  You smile as he helps you up into his ship, climbing in behind you and putting his legs on either side of you, pulling you closely into his lap. The machine jerked slightly as he prepared it for takeoff and you shut your eyes anxiously. You try and ignore the roar of the engine and the strange force of being lifted into the air.  A few moments later, Poe is tapping your leg, whispering for you to open your eyes.  You do slowly, gasping in awe as you gaze at the endless number of stars twinkling against the dark sky.  He smiles as he watches your face, feeling joyful that you seem to love the stars just as much as he does.  He leans forward slightly, kissing you quickly before cheekily saying “See, flying isn’t so bad.”

Originally posted by vicioous-circle

When Kylo first asks you on a date, he has absolutely no idea where he wants to take you or what he wants to do.  He hears about a festival on a nearby planet and decides that will have to do.  When the two of you arrive, the streets are packed.  Kylo takes your hand to keep you from getting separated and trudges through the crowds of people.  Stalls lined the streets and you paused every once in awhile to admire the goods that were on display.  It didn’t take long until the two of you wound up by a small lake and a stall that sold paper lantern.  Your face lit up as you looked at him, begging him to do one with you. He cocked an eyebrow for a moment, thinking the idea utterly ridiculous before he reluctantly agrees, unable to say “no” when you’re looking at him the way you are.  You grin, tugging him along towards the stall.  He pays for the lantern and the two of you walk towards the lake, where endless amounts of people were sending their own lanterns into the air.  You eagerly told Kylo to make a wish, causing him to roll his eyes, only to comply when you looked at him with a pout.  He closed his eyes, but found he had nothing to wish for as you were already there with him.  You beamed up at him, asking him if he was ready to let it go.  Together the two of you gently tossed your lantern into the air, watching it float gracefully higher and higher. Kylo couldn’t help but smile as he watched how happy you were.  You looked at him, standing on your tip-toes and pulling him down using the lapels of his cloak.  You whispered a soft thank you before kissing him gently.  When you pulled away, his cheeks held a soft blush.  “What did you wish for?” he asked you.  You gestured for him to lean down towards you once again before kissing his cheek and whispering “you.”

Originally posted by luxuryon

Hux is all about keeping up appearances and impressing others.  When he first asks you on a date he already has a plan in mind.  He decides to take you to one of the fanciest restaurants in the galaxy. When he walks with you into the restaurant your mouth practically hangs open at the sheer lavishness of it.  He proudly smirks as he takes in your reaction, pleased that you seem so in awe of his choice of venue. He tells you to order anything you’d like on the menu.  The two of you enjoy the best meal you’d had in ages and drink some of the finest wine.  The conversation flows and soon he’s reaching across the table to hold your hand in his.  Your cheeks are flushed red, but you aren’t sure if its because Hux is holding your hand or the wine.  You blame the wine.  When you return to the base, Hux walks you to the door of your housing unit.  Leaning down to give you a sweet goodnight kiss.

leothelionsaysgrrrr  asked:

🎁📬 Lux would give Mordred hot cider and a really nice journal. Also, he swears up and down he knows him from somewhere. He doesn't, but he is absolutely sure that he does. He will ask about this constantly.

Mordred says, “Weirdos like me are a dime two dozens in this fucked up country, Lux, try harder.” And makes a big C: face when it comes to the gifts. HOT. CIDER. And a journal. If Mordred had been able to hoard things, it would have been pretty journal.

He has no idea what to get Lux, though. Lux seems to like everything, which is actually one of the hardest types of people to get things for. So let’s see. He’s going to give Lux a pocket-sized lantern made of metal. Very cute. But on a word of command it lights up and floats about, and produces enough light to rival any torch.

One of Mordred’s more labor-intensive mini designs.

I See The Light

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 656

A/N: A Disney Drabble at 2am I was all too happy to write.


“Well then, Phil Lester, if that is even your real name. You will take me to see these floating lights-”


“-Lanterns, and then and only then will you get your precious crown back. Do we have a deal?” Daniel stood with his frying pan outstretched in his shaking arms.

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Tangled Floating Lantern Lampshade Project Part 1

As soon as I knew I was getting my own place, I started to daydream about how to decorate it. I knew I wanted to get a hanging light and decorate the lampshade to resemble a floating lantern from Tangled. Today, I began the project.

White, nearly-cylindrical lampshade, light yellow acrylic paint, golden brown acrylic paint and fabric medium.

Here are the paints I used. Notice, I make no attempt to always get the same brand when I get paint.

A little yellow, a little brown, a lot of fabric medium, and then I would water it down further to thin it out in an attempt to stain the lampshade, more so than paint it traditionally.

Mix the colors…

Add the water. Whoops! Too orange for my taste!

Added a little regular brown to darken it up and take some of the orange tint out.

Tested a stripe on paper, and it looked too thick to me. Time to add a little more water!

The bottom stripe is the second test, and it’s just what I was going for.

Time to paint the lampshade!

Aaah! Here we go! I let my brush soak up a lot of the water-and-paint mixture and let it run, I didn’t want an even coating, so it would look more like paper when I was done.

Completed staining!

More tomorrow as I complete my project!

Part 2

“I’m a guy and my parents never let me do many things growing up and they’re
really strict. I was usually home studying but I was always adventurous and always wanted to go out and see what the world has to offer, and when Tangled came out when I was in highschool I automatically felt so much in common
with Rapunzel. Her fake mom never let her out and she wanted to see the floating lanterns. I got courage to ask my parents for more freedom because of her”

anonymous asked:

Hc of the RFA members + V and Saeran of how they prepare to propose/what they say/what happens when you say yes please! I love your blog so much


• he didnt do something elaborate, but something from the heart
• he looked up recipes for your favorite food and dessert as well as making sure you were gone all day so he could prep
• you came home to find him dressed nicely and the table set with candles and your favorite dish
• you didn’t ask him about it till halfway through, and he wouldnt stop blushing and fidgeting
• “Yoosung, what is all this for?” “N-nothing!”
• Of course you didnt believe that, but you waited
• you were eating dessert when he started fumbling over his words
• “Okay, s-so, you know I love you. Not in the way I loved Rika, and I know you arent her! I promise! And I just- we’ve been together for awhile now and Everyday i love you more-” “Yoosung, just ask me.” “W-what” “Babe.” “O-okay.. Will you M-marry me”
• you said yes and kissed him senseless, dessert forgotten

• he had to ask his boss if it was okay to do what he was planning
• he invited you to his latest music, and that wasn’t odd, but he was very insistent you go
• of course you did
• it was beautiful, and when they all bowed you thought was over
• that is until Zen lingered on the stage and cleared his throat
• “ladies and gentlemen, before you go I have one last thing to do.”
• he called you up to the stage and you were like?? what the fuck is up to??
• and when you got up there he got down on one knee
• “Everyday with you is the best day of my life. Will you please make the rest of my life the best days possible? ”
• the crowd applauded as you said yes and kissed him on stage while crying

• she wanted to do something very thoughtful
• she took you stargazing, which she knew you liked
• she had brought some wine and some dessert that you ate as you talked about space
• you could tell she was distracted by something
• she had brought a floating lantern and said that you should be the one to let it go
• you were so happy
• as you held it, the warm light bounced off Jaehee’s face and just WOW
• you let it go and both watched as it slowly drifted away
• it wasn’t until it was a dot in the distance that she got on her knee, surprising you
• “will you marry me?”
• you ended up crying while kissing her all over her face

• He went the stereotypical way
• he took you to your favorite ritzy restaurant
• he was dressed to a T, hair gelled into place, and eyes kind
• all eyes were on him and you couldnt help but feel a flash of pride bc he was with YOU
• He was an absolute gentlemen
• he pulled out your chair, took you coat, etc
• you wondered what occasion it was
• it wasnt your anniversary or
• everything was completely normal till after dinner
• he reached across the table and grabbed your hands
• “Everyday was the same boring thing. Nothing interesting happened, it was monotone- until I met you”
• He then got down on one knee and the whole restaurant turned to watch
• “ will you make my life an adventure by marrying me?”
• you said yes and fell to the ground to hug him

• he wanted to do something interesting, but not /too weird
• Recent google searches: Fun ways to propose; picnic food; people with planes near me; cool things to say when proposing; parks near me
• you found it weird that he wanted to go on a picnic since he wasn’t exactly an outdoorsy type, but you shrugged it off
• he dressed nicely in a button up and you were like??!
• he had the whole shabam for a picnic
• wicker basket, checkered blanket, etc
• he had packed sandwiches, honey buddha chips, and DP
• he was his same old self
• after eating, he insisted you both cloud watch
• soon, a plane flew by, and attached to the back was a banner that read “will you marry me, MC?”
• You jerked to look at Seven and he was smirking
• you said yes and heard him whisper “all according to the plan-e”

• anyone who is blind, rich, and a photographer is eccentric
• his idea was better in thought than in reality
• it actually turned into a mess
• he invited you to go fly in a hot air ballon
• you agreed reluctantly
• in his defense, it started off fine
• but the higher you got, the more scared you felt
• you told him yes bc you would feel bad telling him you hated being this high
• you had no clue where you were supposed to be going, and it wasnt like V could tell where you where going
• right when you were high enough you felt like you were going to be sick he proposed
• “you make my heart soar; will you marry me?”
• you said yes right before fainting

• his was more of a spontaneous sort of affair
• you both usual had a date night often enough, and that night he insisted on doing what ever you wanted
• you decided to go rollerskating
• it would have been a lot smoother if he had known how to skate
• you spent most of the night trying to get him away from the wall and to actually skate
• it was actually rather amusing
• they had a jukebox and you played a really cheesy romance song
• finally near the end of the night you got him to actually skate with you
• it was fun til you fell and dragged him down with you
• you were a pile of giggles and you noticed he was agitated so you asked him what was wrong
• “well, maybe the fact that i was going to propose to you, but ive made nothing but a fool of myself so you’ll probably just say no. Im such an idiot.”
• you kissed his cheek and said youd be honored to marry him, biggest idiot in the world or not

Winter Fog

Request: @azundel​ Okay so Spencer does not know what to get reader for Christmas, so he needs help from his team. All while the reader only got him a simple gift card to a book store and is thinking its the stupidest thing ever. Maybe add a little snow and fluff?!

Contains: Fluff, also not a big mention of snow, sorry!

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/ Part 4/Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8

Please look at this before you read! It’s the picture that is my inspiration for the story. I just wrote a little tale based on what I saw. The picture is not mine!!!


(3rd Person POV)

“Hey Morgan?” Spencer approached his friend, looking quite nervous. He only had a few moments before you would arrive. His hands fiddled nervously, his nerves not even calming down when Morgan flashed him a smile. “I have a problem. Well, not a problem per se, more of a situation that I need help w-”

“Hey man, relax. What do you need help with?” Morgan moved side to side softly in his chair.

“Well, I’m unsure of what to get y/n for Christmas. I know I want to get her something special, but.. well, I was wondering what your opinion would be.” Morgan’s face lit up, a wicked smile overtaking his face.

“I knew it! You like y/n! And you want to get her a great gift so she’ll be your girlfriend!” Morgan laughed cheerfully, and Spencer blushed.

“Well I-I..”

“Hey I get it lover boy.’ Morgan chuckled, noticing that you were coming through the door. “Looks like we’ll have to talk later, and I’ll get some ideas from my Lady P.”

“Good Morning!” You greeted, drawing the attention of both men.

“Morning!” The said in unison, making you glare at them suspiciously. Spencer just walked away, but Morgan flashed you a reassuring smile. You shook your head and just told yourself to deal with it later.


“Alright, I now officially call this meeting about Spencer’s love life in order!” Garcia called once she had made sure you had driven away from the building at the end of the day, getting everyone to come into the round room.

“Uh, Morgan why is everyone else here? I just thought you were going to talk to Garcia!” Spencer’s eyes were wide, and he looked terrified.

“Yes well I talked to Garcia-”

“And I needed to talk with my girl JJ-”

And we realized y/n isn’t a very typical girly-girl, she’s more of a bookworm like you, so we recruited Blake.” JJ quipped.

“I’m still not sure how Rossi and Hatch got into this though.” Blake added.

“Anyways! Spencer, tell us your ideas for y/n’s gift!” Garcia ordered. Spencer bit his lip and fiddled with hands again.

“Well I know high statistics prove that Women like jewelry, but I’m not sure of that type of gift will impress y/n.”

“Maybe y/n would like a special book. Maybe something she read from her childhood?” Blake suggested.

“That’s a good starter idea. Maybe get her something that reminds her of a special memory you two shared.” Hotch said and everyone hummed in agreement.

“Dig up a fond memory in that genius brain of yours, tell it to us, and we’ll help you come up with a great gift for her.” Rossi said. Spencer’ s nervous face immediately relaxed, a soft smile overtaking his features.

“Well, it was month ago. You all had left, but y/n and I were so hung up on paperwork we had to do some overtime. Y/n finished before I did, and was about to head out when something caught her eye. “

“It’s foggy outside.” You said, leaning against the window. Spencer’s head popped up, his glasses falling down his nose. he didn’t know exactly how to reply, so he just continued to work. “Spence?” You called, and he lifted his head once more to see your eyes bright from the dull moon that evening. “Remember when you competed that star puzzle awhile back that Emily had? Do remember the story that she told you?”

“Of course. The prince getting so excited that he dropped the falling star he was going to give- although I still think that’s highly improbable and also not a fable- and trying to put it back together.”

“I guess you do remember.” You gigged, making him smile. You pulled up a chair and sat y him, watching as the dim light from his desk light hazily illuminating on his features, making his eyes look like burning embers.

“Do you know the tale about the fog?”

“No. I’m guessing that this is another little story that science still would best?” He teased, turning to look at you. You laughed, shaking your head.

“It’s romantic okay? Just listen.” You shifted in your seat, clearing your throat.

“Okay, one dark night, long ago there was a fire burning while it was raining. It was protected by a tree against the water, so he continued to burn. Eventually some of the raindrops formed a puddle which then took the shape of a small girl.

“He looked at her, and they both fell in love. They leaned in to touch hands, but he ended up burning her. They were both sad, wondering how they could love each other.

“Then the fire looked down and saw a pebble, and he held one side, while she held the other, knowing that was the closest they could ever get to touching.

“One night, they took rest under a small fort of rocks, snow covering the ground. They both fell asleep together, only for the fire to wake up that morning and see that the pebble was being carried away by a group of ants.

“The fire ran after the ants, finally getting the pebble from them, only for a lumberjack to pick up the fire and put it on his stick as a torch to take back to his house where the fire was put in a lantern by the windowsill.

“The fire noticed that night the water climbing up the wall to rest on the windowsill by her lover, but as soon as she fell asleep she started to turn into mist. The fire was very distraught, and didn’t  know what to do when the lumberjack came and turned the lantern off, letting the fire go out.

“As the fire changed into some and floated upward he saw his love, and was very excited, for now there was nothing holding them back from kissing. As soon as they did, their souls intertwined, forming the fog.”

Spencer opened his mouth to start a log list of what was wrong with that entire little story, but you shook your head.

“I just think it’s really romantic.” You sighed then wished him a goodnight, kissing his cheek then leaving. Since your back had been to him, you didn’t see the blush that swept across his cheeks.

“Wow.” Rossi exhaled, and Morgan let out a low whistle.

“It sounds like you have the perfect gift already figured out Spencer.” Hotchner said with a sincere smile.


It was that time of year again. The time to buy expensive gifts  and give them to your loved ones. You didn’t make a big deal out of Christmas like most people did.

Which is why you had opted for a Gift Card to Barnes and Nobles for your ‘friend’ Spencer. You didn’t want to admit it, but you did have a slight crush on the nerdball, but didn’t want to ruin your friendship so you remained silent. You weren’t very happy, but you weren’t totally miserable.

You entered work only to find the entire office decked out with Christmas everything. You brought a small bag of all the gift you were going to give everyone.

After greeting everyone, you sat down at our desk. You had nly been sitting fr a moment when a box plopped down in front of you. You looked up to find Spencer smiling proudly.

‘What’s this?” You asked.

“I believe that you are supposed to open it.” He teased back. You rolled your eyes playfully and started to rip the wrapping paper up. When you finally pulled on the tab to open the whole thing you gasped.

“Oh my gosh.” You whispered, pulling out a little fire boy plushie, water girl plushie, and a beautiful necklace.

“Do you like it?” He asked, groaning as two second later you had jumped up from your desk and pulled him into a tight hug. You had tears spilling down your face and onto his sweater vest.

“Spence! I only got you a gift card! I feel so stupid!” Your voice was muffled. you felt him chuckle, his hands coming to rub your back softly. “What can I do to repay you?”

“You could go on a date with him!” Rossi yelled out, making you chuckle through your tears. You looked up t Spencer’s eyes, smiling softly, his hand coming up to wipe your wet cheeks.

“Uh..would you y/n? I mean you don’t have to, but I mean I believe we would have a nice time but-” He stopped as you pecked his cheek.

“I would love to.”

“Looks like our ‘Spencer’s Love Life’ Meeting did work.” JJ mumbled, and everyone chuckled, except Spencer’, who was blushing. Your brows furrowed.

“Wait you did what?”


Training, Part 2

(not my gifs)

prompt:  I loved Anakin and Obi-Wan worrying about (Y/N) imagine!!! can you do a part two? Like maybe they can do something to cheer (Y/N) whatever you want ^^

A/N- Thanks so much for the request! I got a bit carried away, so this is long. I hope you enjoy. 

You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. The memories of yesterday were fuzzy, but you remembered enough to be thoroughly embarrassed. You sat up with a groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and shivered as your bare feet hit the cold ground. You were still in the clothes you wore yesterday, and you were sure you looked like an absolute wreck. 

Slowly you padded to the bathroom, turning on the shower and waiting for the water to heat up. Once it was you slid out of your clothes and relaxed under the hot water.


“Do you think shes okay?” Anakin asked, sitting across from Obi Wan at breakfast, “I mean, she was pretty shaken up..”

“Are you sure you’re thinking about this from a purely professional point of view Anakin?” Obi Wan questioned teasingly.

Anakin glared at him and turned his attention to his food, pushing it around his plate. “I just…”

“I know, I worry about her too.”

“I wish there was something we could do, some way we could… I don’t know… Cheer her up.” Anakin tossed his fork down in frustration. 


“I’m gonna go check on her.”


You were drying your hair with a towel when there was a knock on your door. You stood to open it, but hesitated with your hand on the handle. 

“(y/n),” Anakin’s voice called from the other side of the door. “(y/n), Its me.”

You remained silent, but didn’t move away from the door.

“(y/n) please, it’s me. I know you’re in there.” You heard him lean against the door. “Please, let me in.” 

You looked down. It had been weeks since you’d spoken to Anakin. Yes he was your best friend, but as he grew stronger, you couldn’t help but feel insignificant. 

“Please, I only want to help. I… I lo-”

You opened the door suddenly, unable to resist any longer. Anakin’s eyes widened, the statement he was about to make hanging in the air. 

“Anakin,” you breathed, looking up at him. You wanted to just break down in tears again, feel his arms around you as he held you to his chest. You wanted to tell him everything, and let him comfort you. But you stopped yourself.

“Can… Can I come in?” Anakin stuttered, a small blush on his cheeks.

“Oh… Y-yeah, Come in.” You moved aside, shutting the door behind him.

“I just.. I uh.. I wanted to check on you after…” Anakin stammered

“After yesterday” you finished for him, picking up the towel you had left on the bed and hanging it over a chair. “I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to run into you, I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going.”

“I’m glad you did (y/n),” Anakin teased, nudging your arm, “better me than someone else.”

You smiled, something you rarely did anymore, but it was a brief smile. You were still hurt, and embarrassed, and ashamed. You looked down at the ground, your smile fading. Anakin stepped closer, reaching up to brush your hair out of your face.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine Anakin.”

You stepped away and turned your back on him. “You’ve checked on me, I’m fine, now you can go.


“Just… go Anakin… Please” 

He could hear the pain in your voice, and he left without saying another word. He sagged against the door once he was in the hall, and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.” he mumbled, before walking away.


Several days passed, and you remained in your room. Both Obi Wan and Anakin tried to visit, but you sent them away. You didn’t want to see anyone. You stopped going to training, no one saw you. The only time your door opened was to pick up trays of food Anakin left for you. 

Everyone was concerned for you. Especially Obi Wan. He felt responsible for what happened. He still continued to perform his duties, but he was just going through the motions, distracted. He knew it wasn’t proper, he needed to pull himself together. But he also felt he needed to make it up to you.


“I have an idea for how to cheer (y/n) up,” Anakin exclaimed, sitting down across from Obi Wan at lunch one day, “Its brilliant, sure to bring a smile to her face.”

“Anakin this is the fourth idea you’ve had.” Obi Wan sighed, pushing his plate away.

“I know I know but this one is different!”

“Well even if it is, you haven’t been able to get her to come out of her room, let alone get her to go somewhere.”

Anakin paused and slumped down in his seat, “I know but… She would love it, I know she would.”

“Okay… you win Anakin, what is it?”


You were just about to get ready for bed when there was a knock at the door. You sighed and pulled back the covers, not in the mood to have a conversation through the door. “Go away,” you called, “I’m tired and I want to sleep.”

“(y/n) its me.”

You sighed and sat down on your bed, “Go away Anakin”

“No. You have been in this room for almost 3 days. You’re missing training, meals, everything. Its time to come out.” He paused, as if waiting for an answer, but when you remained silent he spoke again, in a quiet, gentle tone. “I miss you (y/n), I miss my best friend… Obi Wan misses you too. Hes tearing himself apart because he feels responsible for causing you this pain. Please, just open the door.”

All he heard from inside the room was silence,  and he was just about to turn away, until he heard the door handle turn. The door opened just a crack, but a crack was all he needed to see your messy hair, dirty clothes, and the dark circles under your eyes. You opened the door a little wider and he could see you had been crying.

“(y/n)…” he breathed, his hand moving to cup your cheek, “(y/n) I’m so sorry.”

You nodded, “It… It’s okay Anakin, I’m not… angry… with you.”

Anakin had to resist pulling you into his arms and holding you tight.

“Please,” his hand moved down to hold yours, “Please, I want to show you something.”

You nodded and allowed him to lead you out of your room and through the halls, until you reached a small garden. He lead you to the middle and turned so you were facing each other.

“Stay here, and close your eyes” he ordered, grinning slightly.

You sighed and did what he said. He dropped your hand and you heard him walk away. Then you heard faint whispering. 

“I’m not getting mugged, am I?” you called, still keeping your eyes closed. 

“No (y/n) you aren’t” 

“Obi Wan?” you asked, confused.

“Its okay (y/n),” Anakin laughed “open your eyes!”

You opened your eyes and gasped. All around you were hundreds of lanterns, illuminating the garden around you. Anakin and Obi Wan stood in front of you, smiling. You covered your mouth as tears came to your eyes.

“Oh…” you sighed in awe, “what… what is this?”

“It was all Anakin’s idea” Obi Wan spoke up, causing Anakin to blush.

“Oh Ani… They’re beautiful.”

“This isn’t even the best part,” Anakin laughed, blushing brighter now “just wait.”

He and Obi Wan walked up to you, both of them taking one of your hands in theirs, and standing beside you. Suddenly you felt the power of the force flow through you, causing your fingers to tingle and a smile to come to your lips. You watched in joy as you felt the power flow through you, and your smile grew as the lanterns began to float into the air. Obi Wan let go of your hand first, then Anakin, and suddenly you were causing the lanterns to float all on your own. It was like your power had been unlocked, and you felt so free. 

After a minute you set the lanterns back down and turned to Anakin and Obi Wan, a huge smile on your face.

“Thank you,” you blushed, “Thank you so much.”

You pulled them both into a hug, and for the first time since you had struggled with the force you felt happy.


“Thank you for tonight Anakin.”

After spending several hours in the garden with Anakin and Obi Wan, the lanterns began to go out. Obi Wan insisted Anakin walk you back to your room while he cleaned up, so here you were.

The two of you stopped outside of your room and you turned to face him, still smiling. 

“I really needed the cheering up.”

“(y/n) I’m-”

You held a finger to his lips, cutting him off. “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize.”

He blushed and ran a hand through his hair, “Well… I… Uh…”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek, causing him to blush bright red.

“Goodnight Anakin” you teased, walking into your room and shutting the door behind you. 

Anakin smiled and leaned against the wall, feeling both happy and proud. He knew he could never tell you, but to him, your smile was brighter than any lantern.

A/N: May or may not will do a part 3, let me know what you think

(( Starter for @wocxdid ))

     This timeline looked like a more run-down version of Frisk’s—it’s as if they went to the future of their own timeline. And not only did it look to be in actual ruins, but it was dark as hell around the Ruins. They had to pull out their knife and let the lambent red glow serve as their lantern. Albeit a little weak, it was good enough for them to see where they were going and not walk into a wall.

     Though, if this was in fact a different timeline, they were curious to see who left this mess. It unsettled them in a way, to know that someone else was as hateful and malevolent as they were to cause this.

     “You think that it’s another version of me that did this?” asked Frisk nonchalantly, observing the decrepit purple walls as they passed by.

     Chara shrugged whilst floating alongside Frisk, her feet kicked up behind her. “Could be. Either it was another messed up alternate of you or another human that was just as messed up in the head.”

The Basis of all suffering is Attachment

1. Grow flowers: sweet peas, daisies, marigolds, sunflowers. Lean towards the sun like their leaves do. Your petals are just as beautiful.

2. Buy floating lanterns and set one free ever so often with a wish dancing in its flame. But never a wish for yourself. Only wishes for others.

3. Forgive. Forgive.

4. Hold someone and smother them in pastel kisses till their cheeks hurt from smiling.

5. Rather than confess your stories to other people, fill your memory with theirs. Overflow with their secrets, their heartbreaks, and their childhood moments till all you taste is them.

6. When people tell you their favorite band or song, go listen to it thoroughly whether it be your type of music or not.

7. Meditate harder than you did the day before.

8. When it is most difficult to not get angry or yell or snap back, don’t. It will be a little victory every time.

9. Be open and accepting to people leaving you, not matter how much you love them. To keep them in your story is selfish. They were not meant for you, why would you ever hold them back from what is meant for them?

10. Let go, child of the universe. Be free.

—  a to do list