In the large mansion, isolated from the bustling
city, a place was covered in mystery, a place was covered in death. On these grounds, an atmosphere
so thick laid like a blanket around the house, suffocating the people in it.
One shouts so loud that the people outside-
the butler, chef, and gardener- cringe in hurt. They know what is real. They
pack their backs and get ready to get out. They know what is happening. One,
sadly, is still shrouded from it.
William shouts as loud as his lungs could
Celine? Come out! You got me! This was an elaborate prank, you got me, now,
At first, it was a call for them, come on, pleasepleasepleasecomeout. No one’s dead,
right? But as time went on, it was becoming a chant. A chant of his heart,
for his mind, to keep working, keep moving, keep calling. They’re not dead.
They’re playing a prank.
“Come on William.” He whispered to himself,
fiddling with his lenses. “Don’t lose it. Don’t lose it. D-Don’t…” He
swallowed, a sharp short pain in his dry throat. “They’re not dead. Come on!
A voice calls from his back, and he looked at the
corner of his eyes. A cracked mirror.
His friend, reflected on the smooth, jagged surface. A look of anger, vengeance, burning. “Stop.”
understand, Mark.” He grits out in a faux happy tune, but both knew it was
fake as it can get. “Those two- they were— are, my friends. For years! And you know they love pranks. They’ve got to
get out soon!”
The other man steps forward, and it was
only this time did William register the familiar cane in his hands. A surge of
disbelief ran through him, and blindly, as if his body knew what his mind
wanted to do before it instructed him, walked briskly towards the other and
snatched the cane, clutching it close to his chest.
“This- this isn’t yours. It’s Damien’s.
Not. Not yours.” He stammered, not knowing why. Was it anger? Disbelief? Or was
he hurting already? What did it feel to hurt? “You’re not supposed to hold it.
It’s his. Mayor’s.”
“You shut your mouth!” He retaliated, hands
shaking, and he felt his body drop. ‘Stop.’
He yelled desperately in his mind, a
slow hysterical feel creeping in his internal voice. ‘Stand tall! At ease! Parade rest! God fucking-‘
A firm hand landed on his shoulder. A
familiar touch, yet not so. It felt cold, as if owner’s anger that he was
feeling was ice-hot. William blinked the tears from his eyes, and removed his
glasses, drying the tears on them. And-how peculiar was that. He was on his
knees. When was he on his knees? Did he do something wrong?
“Did I kill them?” He asked no one, no one
in particular, absolutely removing anyone around him from his midst. He was
alone in this room, wasn’t he? Or was the man behind him, no, not just a man,
Mark, behind him? “No, no, I didn’t, right? Mark’s alive?”
“Oh god. Oh god. Goodness gracious. I
thought- and Celine, and Damien, and-and-and, and Y/N, right, I didn’t kill
them?” He tried to stand, but his knees were too wobbly, and he had to balance
himself upright. “Mark, I didn’t kill them?”
Mark didn’t answer. The anger that was
projected on his face earlier waned, morphing into something drastic, pitying,
hurting, all at once. “William- I, I’m trying to tell you, please, listen-“
William’s smile grew, a painful one, and
his eyes, oh his eyes, filling up with hot tears.
“Mark, I didn’t kill them?!” He asked once
more, and he stumbled, losing grip. He stared at the cane first before looking
up at the other’s face. “T-Tell me, you’re alive?”
“I-“ Mark brought his hand up to his face,
massaging his nose. “It’s hard to explain, but yes, I am alive, but- but not in
the way that I used to be. William.” He bent down and gripped the steadily
hysterical man. “William, listen to me. I am alive. But I- I am Celine. I am
Damien. We’re both here, but- but we’re dead, William. Do you understand?”
The man stared at him, and Dark, who had
been just letting his anger reign himself in, bit his lip, seeing the absolute
pain in his eyes. Celine and Damien, in his conscious, struggled, gasped. Both
tried to control themselves to project the man they wanted to take vengeance as.
Then they heard the ramblings. The
ramblings, by god, the ramblings,
they figured out, my god, where was
their friend going?
“D-Damien in the body? C-Celine in the
body? That’s- that’s great! They’re not dead! Mark’s not alive! That’s even
greater! No one’s dead! No one’s dead! F-Fuck, no one’s dead!
However when they saw their childhood
friend break, absolutely break, Dark
knelt, and shed a few tears.
“William, please.” He looked at his friend.
The other man stood up, fast as lightning,
and shouted upwards. “No one’s dead! They’re all alive! Hah! G-Good one, good
one!” He smiled, a painstaking, hysterical, twisted, and deranged smile. “That
must be pretty harsh! To be there in there! What do you call yourselves?”
In a small, but relenting voice, he
whispered, “Dark.” And he winced at the bigger smile that took over his friend’s
face. “William, do you understand what I’m trying to say?”
“Yes!” He smiled, and- were those tears? Tears
of a man so far from reality. Tears from a man who can’t accept reality and
forged his own. Tears that signified the great loss of a man.
Dark stood up, and looked at him, with
baited breath. Celine and Damien’s friend’s sanity was long gone. In a broken
giggle, William beamed widely.
“No one’s dead! No one is dead!”
And that was the final straw for Damien. In
Dark’s mind, he paced gripped his lapels as hard as he can, and grinded out
through his teeth his words.
“He fucking did this to him! Look at him!
Fuck, Celine!” He demanded, and Celine watched his tirade, eyes widening as she
saw the anger overtake him. “He took everything away from us! He took me. I
could deal with that. He took you, and I couldn’t. But- but William! The man
was damaged enough as it is! That fucking son of a bitch-“
“Don’t Damien please me, Celine!” His voice
was getting higher. “No matter what we could do, magic arts or not, there is no
way with helping William anymore! All he sees is Dark, Mark’s face, accommodating
us, and we don’t have any way to show him that we’re here. He doesn’t
comprehend it!” He yelled, watching her reactions. “You cannot tell me that I shouldn’t destroy his work, his loved ones,
his life! Look at how he destroyed him without an ounce of thought!”
Celine bit her lip and exhaled. “Damien. I-“
A gunshot suddenly brought them out of
their reverie. Dark blinked, looking at the scene in front of him. A bullet, on
the floor, punctured. William, with a gun on his hand, looking lost, like a
child without their parents. His eyes wide, he turned a questioning look at the
other, who smiled in response.
“You weren’t responding to me.” He laughed,
and something unsettling was in his eyes. “I just wanted to check if you were
still there. With me. Alive.” He put the gun in his holster. “Y-You weren’t
moving, and I know I didn’t put a bullet in you, so you couldn’t have died- but
you weren’t moving anymore, so I figured, why not put a bullet on you?” He
chuckled even louder. “That seems to bring people alive!”
Dark chose to be silent, and Celine could
only sob in her hands, as Damien stood up tall in Dark’s subconscious,
unyielding, and hateful. He watched his childhood friend, his comrade, the man he had grew up with, the man he sought out in times of trouble, break as if he was just a plaything; crumble, as if his sanity was just an insignificant sand in the wind; and disappear into a pit of madness, right before his eyes.
Dark’s body to stand, and hug the other man, whispering reassurances that he
was alive. William would nod and whisper “No one’s dead” again and again, further angering Dark.
This was all Mark’s fault. This was all
Mark’s fault. Mark’s fault. Mark’s fault.
And he will pay.
So. What do you guys think? Hope you like it! Comments will be appreciated ahaaaa
It was a rare sight to see Fred Weasley in such a frantic and nervous state that some of the students who walked by chuckled to themselves before bothering to greet him, the red-haired boy unaware that he was probably sweating too much and that his hands kept on smoothing his dress robes while looking through the reflective surface of the knight in shining armor before him.
This was the night. This was going to be the night he finally confesses that he was hopelessly in love with his best friend who was also his date for the Yule Ball this evening. He was so thankful that she even agreed in the first place — well, he made sure that she would, anyway. Any boy who thought of asking her, he would block or forbid them, saying that he was already planning on asking Y/N first.
Fred widened his eyes and started to feel even more anxious than before when Y/N descended down the stairs, talking to a friend of hers, not even knowing how beautiful she looked with her yellow dress, its sleeves just draping below her shoulders while it flowed elegantly as she walked. He could vividly remember how she told him that the inspiration of her outfit was going to be from a Muggle movie entitled Beauty and the Beast. And certainly, she was indeed a Beauty for what he was seeing.
"Freddie!“ exclaimed Y/N once she saw him standing there with his jaw slightly hanging and his eyes still wide. "I’m sorry for taking too long. Just really wanted to make everything perfect.”
"You look perfect.“ Fred breathed out.
Y/N grinned, bowing down formally. "Thank you. I do try, you know.”
He snorted, moving closer and grasping her hand before placing a swift kiss on the back of it. “It’s a pleasure to have you tonight, m'lady.”
"The pleasure is all mine, kind sir.“ she played along, a soft chuckle coming out of her lips. "Now, let’s go inside. I can’t wait to dance.”
Fred nodded, taking the lead as they enter the Great Hall, their arms now linked together while both of them looked at their surroundings in absolute amazement. It seemed like the staff really wanted go impress the foreign schools that were staying in Hogwarts for the meanwhile, the decorations they had tonight much more breathtaking than usual.
"You really do look beautiful tonight, Y/N.“ said Fred, bringing her attention from the ice sculptures to him. "Just felt necessary to say that again in case you don’t know.”
"Two compliments in one night. I must be lucky.“ joked Y/N though the blush on her cheeks told him that she was pleased by what he had said.
Fred was mesmerized by her shy smile. "So, let’s dance?”
They joined the crowd, soft music filling the area where a bunch of couples were already swaying to the beat. Fred caught a glimpse of George dancing with Angelina Johnson, and when their eyes met, his twin brother winked and gave him two thumbs up before focusing his eyes on his date once again.
"Y/N?” Fred began as she placed a hand on her shoulder while he gently places his hand on her waist.
“Yes, Fred?” she brought their free hand together.
He wanted to speak but when she started to lead him in dancing, he couldn’t quite find the right words to say.
Finally, Y/N decided to break the silence. “Why are you so quiet?” she asked.
“I’m not.” he denied.
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Well, the only words that you managed to tell me is that I look beautiful — which, don’t get me wrong, is nice to hear — but I want to talk to you, spend the night having fun with you, you know, act like teenage fools and all that jazz.” she added the last part with a chuckle.
How could she be with me and stand there and not know that I’m in love with her? Fred thought to himself in frustration.
"Sorry.“ muttered Fred. "It’s just that —” he frowned. “I … I don’t know.”
"You don’t know?“ asked Y/N, pausing momentarily, the both of them now facing each other in the middle of the dance floor.
He took a deep breath. "I — er — to be honest, I’ve been meaning to tell you something, that’s why I asked you to go to the Yule Ball with me.” he scratched the back of his neck.
"It must be important if you don’t want to tell me on a regular basis.“ she smiled. "What is it? Is it regarding about the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes or —”
"Something much important than that actually.“ said Fred, a bead of sweat already falling on his temple that didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N.
She abruptly got his handkerchief from his front pocket and in instinct, began to wipe the side of his face with it. "Gosh, Fred, just tell me already. Why are you so nervous?” she chuckled.
He held onto her wrist. “I — I’m kinda — no, I’m really, I guess I just — bloody hell, this is impossible.” he frowned.
"Just spit it out.“ said Y/N impatiently.
Fred sucked in a deep breath. "I love you, Y/N. Not just as a best friend or a sister, but what I feel for you is something more.”
As soon as he said it, he wanted to take it back. The look on her face was so confusing he wasn’t sure whether she was pleased or somehow sorry because she could in no way return his love for her. But when Y/N suddenly brought her hand against his cheek, gently stroking it with a smile on her face, he didn’t seem to be as nervous as before.
"I love you too, Fred. It took you long enough, to be honest.“
Crystalomancy, also known as Scrying, is the practice of looking into a reflective surface in the hope of detecting significant messages or visions.
The city is full of surfaces to scry, especially on rainy days: gaze into your own reflection in the train or bus windows, or look through your dorm window before going to sleep. If you
improve your ability to focus every reflective surface is valid, even puddles on the ground.
Scrying is an ancient practise of using magick and meditation to look into a reflective surface in order to seek answers and guidance to challenges you may be facing in your life at a certain point, and should only be preformed with pure intentions. Scrying has been around for centuries even since the ancient Egyptian times.
To preform this practise you must look into a reflective surface, preferably black or dark as this allows it to not be as clear and therefore allows you to look more deeply into the surface and interpret a vision based on your own intent.
There are many things you can use to practise scrying but these are just the most preferred and popular,
• black\dark mirror
• black obsidian
• dark crystals
• incense (yes I’m aware that incense is not reflective but many still practise scrying with it as they see visions and images through the smoke)
Plot: You and Jaebum were a “fake” couple on We Got Married. You two were filming and he was waiting for you into a coffe shop. It’s started to rain and you became all wet; Because of the script he couldn’t take care of you the way he wanted to, you secretly love each other; and after you were done, you two decided to stay alone and with his warm actions he gave you hints how much he cared about you.
Your voice was lost in the sound of the rain, while you kept running towards the Café where you knew Jaebum was waiting for you.
The cameras were with you, completely surprised from the sudden downpour that seemed to have affected the entire city at that time.
“Run Y/N, run!” They continued to yell, but run without being able to see much because of rain was not easy.
The only consolation was that soon you would have seen your “fake” husband", for whom you secretly had begun to develop feelings many weeks before.
Now it was three months that you two took part in that program and staying in close touch with him helped you to see an awful lot about him.
The must you know him and more your feelings grew.
Meanwhile, he was waiting, trying to remember the script he had read earlier, starting to worry seeing the weather raging outside the small and cozy cafes.
“She’s coming?” He asked at one of the crew and a small nod of assent reassured him slightly, although not entirely.
It was not until the door bell, the notice that someone had just entered, to reassure him.
For the first five seconds.
You were standing in front of the door, dripping everywhere and being sorry to be in that condition despite your attempts to run as fast as you can.
“Fuck… Y/N ” He swore under his breath, he didn’t want to be heard by the cameras, forcing himself to remain in place because it was what the script told him to do.
The sincere moments in that program were few and he began to be tired, wanted to be more free. More honest, especially towards you.
“I’m Sorry… The rain caught me off guard. ” You excused yourself, rushing toward the table and sitting in front of him, completely embarrassed.
The blush on your cheeks was due to your outfit or at least was what you kept telling yourself mentally. The truth was that even just see him led to you the famous “butterflies in the stomach”.
“An umbrella?” He asked, trying to stay lowkey, having to bite the inside of his cheek to ask not more.
“Oh, Jae! The weather forecast had put nice weather. NICE. WEATHER. What do I know, huh? ” You snorted, getting off your jacket that was completely water soup; “If I were psychic, I could have predicted!”
“Yes, okay. I order you something hot. ”
“Shouldn’t we carry out the proof of this day?”
“The proof of this day is to not kill each other.”
“BUT IT’S HARD!” Your voice went up by some eighth, making the crew laugh but causing to you, albeit only mentally, a curse long few minutes.
You hated having to pretend, you were so simple compared to the image that that program was giving you, you were afraid that Jaebum really thinks of you as an airhead girl.
“You know that however, they ship us?”
“Really? They can see or just pretend to be blind?” He asked upset, making a nod to the waitress who immediately came up to take his order.
He knew your tastes, although you wouldn’t think possible, and when he ordered a latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon you don’t do anything but smile. Smile immediately framed by cameras, afraid to miss any of your reactions.
While he ordered you tried to fix the mess that was your hair and definitely your face, but you ignored the makeup that imagined being smeared. You picked up your hair into a high bun, although some subtle strands of hair fell over your shoulders and continued to soak your shirt, just slightly moist because that had been covered by the jacket.
“Husband?” You called him out, causing him to turn with a sigh.
“Tell Me, Y/N”
“Am I so horrible..?”
“You look like a clown, look.” He gave you the sugar container, a reflective surface in metal and you had to keep from screaming. You were really a clown. “So stop saying I’m lying when I say that you snore, I always tell the truth.”
“I DON’T SNORE, JAEBUM!!”
The scream of the Director caused a wave of joy in the entire crew, which began to disassemble all the cameras and gear. A small sigh of relief left your lips, while the cold that made you company for more than two hours seemed to be your second skin. The only thing you ever wanted was to go home and take a long, hot bath.
“Will you stay here?”
You were ready to get up when the sweet voice of Jaebum do you froze instantly, almost glued you to the chair. If he asked you, you would have even spent all day and night with him.
“Obviously, it makes me really happy.”
After nearly ten minutes the crew had finally gone and you guys were totally alone. There was a change into the atmosphere, in both of you, almost as if the absence of all those people took a huge weight off your shoulders.
“Wait..” He said, taking his jacket off and handing it out from above the table. “You must be cold, isn’t it?”
“Hell ya, I feel like a popsicle,” You admitted, and thank him with a shy smile but refusing his jacket. “But I’m still a little damp, I don’t want to get it wet.. and my hair still dripping, I don’t know how it’s possible but they do. ”
“Y/N don’t be stubborn.”
“But I don’t kno–” you began to say when he got up from his chair and wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, so as to cover you completely. “It’s huge.” You whispered.
“You’re tiny, it couldn’t get close. But it looks good on you. ”
“You could use tea, you know?”
“I don’t really like..” You confessed, biting your lower lip while he was addressing a look upset to you. “What!?”
“Thè can help you.”
“Have I to drink it..?”
“I just want you to warm up a bit, Y/N”
The sweetness in his voice was able to warm you up more than any hot drink, but with a small nod you accepted his request.
His jacket smelled good and was hot, then you tightened it savoring that little moment of calm.
“Isn’t it warm?? Do you want me to take a sweater? Jinyoung always leaves a spare one into the car. ”
“I’m fine Jaebum so, don’t worry. Today you’re nicer than usual. ” You pointed out, finding that loving side amazingly cute.
“Don’t… That’s, you can get sick and I don’t want your bandmates to kill me because their leader got sick. ” Almost coughed out those words, covering his mouth with his clenched fist and making you smile amused. “Then I must bear your presence too because this week we have to record every day.”
“Hell.. It’s true. ”
“Did you have different programs?”
“Honestly? I wanted to go to see my parents, I haven’t seen them in almost a year. ”
You had lied to everyone for months, saying you saw your parents regularly, realizing only then the huge mess you were combined. His eyes had become to slightly bored, because of the shooting, a visibly worried.
And you understood thanks to a small wrinkle had formed between his eyebrows and his mouth was folded into an annoyed scowl, that at that time you wanted to drive off with a kiss.
“You lied to me. Last week you told me that you went to your parents on weekend ”
“Oops…? I just don’t want to worry anyone. I’m fine… ”
“Bullshit. Now drink your tea, then I’ll take you to the dorm. You take a hot shower, I’ll wait and then take to your parents. ”
“My schedule is free tomorrow. ” He admitted with a tone of defiance, folding his arms across his chest and looking into your eyes waiting for your retort.
But you didn’t know what to say because nobody had treated you as he was doing. You stayed in silence, looking down on your hands folded on a table and only when the waitress arrived with your tea, you raised your eyes and thank her with a slight smile.
“Sit next to me, so you’re more sheltered from gusts of wind coming from the door.” He almost ordered and slid your cup on the table, put next to his now empty.
You looked upset, trying to decipher his behavior. “So?” He asked bossy, pointing to the spot next to him on the sofa.
You snorted but immediately went to sit next to him, but keeping yourself a few centimeters away. You didn’t want him to get wet and especially to feel you shaking because of the cold you felt.
“Maid?? Do you have a towel? ” He asked yelling to the waitress, who immediately nodded and returned shortly afterward with a towel itself.
She handed it to him, you were committed to sip your tea and ignore it when your eyes were blinded and a rough fabric stroked your face.
“Be quiet, I’m drying your hair. Let me get this rubber band… I got it. ”
That was no longer an ordinary afternoon, it was turning into an episode of one of those dramas that you used to see at in your spare time.
His hands were moving up on your hair, rubbing the towel and dry off your hair as best as he could. If you will get sick, even though you couldn’t have known, he wouldn’t forgive him for anything in the world.
“Huh? I’m almost done.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“I’m listening, but please… Not something stupid like your usual. ” He took it playfully around, lifting your face by placing two fingers under your chin.
Despite the towel you got to see his smile, that smile you liked so much, forget for a moment what you wanted to ask him.
“Y/N… What did you want to ask me? ”
“Why are you doing this?” It was your question, honest and sincere, which caused him to freeze instantly.
He didn’t want to find himself like that but unwittingly he was acting like a guy with a huge crush.
“I don’t want you to get sick.” He muttered shyly, avoiding your gaze and finally removing the towel.
At that moment you looked around, there were basically just you two and the waitress in the coffee shop because the storm that continued to hit the city. And that was the perfect moment to act.
Clutching the collar of his shirt you moved him towards you and just touched his lips, so innocent and clumsy.
It was your first kiss and it was a simple snap of lips, but you didn’t care much. It was with Jaebum, the first guy that you were in love so for you was still perfect.
His expression turned upside down, however, made you think to be just a fool to think he felt something for you and now working with him would be a thousand times more awkward.
“I.. S-Sorry J-Jae..” You stammered, loosening the grip on his shirt; “I’m sorry, r-really sorry.”
“W-Well … I didn’t mean to put you on e-embarrassment … ” Your voice was trembling, as much as you were at that time.
You were about to leave when he leaned his hand behind your neck, into your hair now almost dry, drawing you towards him and resting his lips to yours.
His approach was so completely different than yours. His lips were firm into yours and he took to kiss you gently but with desire.
It seemed like his lips were longing for, as much as yours wanted the same thing.
The kiss lasted, however, too little because, after a few seconds, you saw him get away but put his forehead against yours, without ceasing to smile even for a second.
“I think this program will become more interesting from today.” He blinked with an amused tone.
“You’re not my wife actually, but my feelings are real Y/N”. He whispered, his lips grazing again yours albeit in a mild and delicate way. “I’ve to thank We Got Married then… And I thought I would totally hate my future wife. ”
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, TwinArgent!Reader.
You sit at the table with Lydia, Jackson, Danny, and Allison. Their conversation doesn’t interest you so you stare off into the distance. Stiles and Scott sit with you, Stiles glaring at Scott when he slips in between Allison and Danny.
You drum your fingers on the table, counting down the minutes until lunch is over. Stiles sits beside you, making you look over at him.
He gives you and awkward smile and you glare at Allison. "So uh…how long have you known Allison?“ Stiles raises an eyebrow.
“She’s my twin sister. So…I’d say since conception.” You count on your fingers, “Yeah. That’s about right.”
Allison smirks, watching the two of you talk.
“Twins. Yep. Twins. That’s right.” He leans back, running a hand over his shaved head.
You raise your eyebrows quickly, making a point. You sigh and sit back, letting your fall back.
“Bored?” Stiles glances at you.
“You tell me. I’m listening to two conversations. One about lacrosse and another about a purse.“
“Here.” He pushes his tray forward and sits a small box on the table.
You raise an eyebrow and look at him.
“It’s a deck of cards. We can play Cheat.”
“You’re kidding.” You grin.
“What?” He begins to shuffle the deck.
“Cheat’s my favorite card game.”
“The more you learn.” He gives you a lopsided smile and you turn to face him.
“So do you always carry cards around in your pocket?” You rest your chin on your hand.
“As weird as it sounds…yes. I play solitaire when I’m bored.”
“Interesting.” You smile.
You play through the rest of lunch, Stiles walking you to your class afterwards.
“Hey, thanks for entertaining me.” You nudge him and he smiles.
“You entertained me, if I’m being honest.” Stiles chuckles, “Hey, uh listen…” He rubs the back of his neck. “Lydia is having a party tonight, and I think Scott is going with Allison…do you maybe want to go with me?”
You nod and smile, “Yeah. I’d love that.”
“I’ll pick you up at 8?”
You nod, “I’ll see you then.”
You lay on the couch, thinking back to your first date with your boyfriend. The boy you spent your high school years with. His hair had grown out of the soft buzzcut and he’d matured. You helped with both, Stiles knew you made him a better person. He was Void, and there was nothing you could do to help him.
“You ready to go?” Allison walks in, Isaac behind her.
“Yeah. I guess so.” You stand up and sigh. “Stiles will be fine.” She reassures.
“I hope so. I really do.” You sigh.
You find Stiles almost immediately, clinging to his side. “Baby, you look terrible.” You kiss him gently, his pale skin cold.
“I know. I know I do.”
You watch everyone fight, feeling helpless. You could go fight and help, but you need to stay with Stiles. He needed you.
You lean up against the wall, Stiles leaning on you. You kiss his forehead, trying to make him feel better as you watch your surroundings.
You hear a screech, your head jolting to the side, “Allison!”
You hear Lydia, your heart stopping when you see her in Scott’s arms. “Alli!” You shout, lunging forward. Stiles holds you back, his sudden strength surprising you.
“Stiles, let me go!” You try to wiggle out of his grip.
“Babe, stop. You’re going to get hurt.” He wraps his arms around your hips.
“Allison’s hurt! Can’t you see that! Let me go!”
You see her go limp and you scream, falling to the ground. You sob, curling up into a ball.
“Y/N.” Stiles drops to the ground, pulling you into your arms. You and Stiles and Scott and Allison were almost mirror images.
You sob, Stiles rocking with you, “I should’ve helped. I should’ve helped fight. That should be me!”
“Shh, baby don’t say that.” He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear and you squeeze your eyes shut.
You tuck your head further into his chest, crying. His body’s cold and it only concerns you more. You can’t lose your sister and your boyfriend. You couldn’t handle any more loss. Kate and your mom had already pushed the limits.
“Y/N…stand up. Come on.” Stiles whispers, helping you up. “Let’s go see Allison.”
You walk into Scott’s house behind Stiles. He forced you to come. It was the first time you’d been out of bed in two weeks.
“Scott?” He calls out.
“What?” He sits up from his spot on the sofa, his eyes landing on you. He quickly looks at Stiles, the two of them having a silent conversation. “Can I talk to you?” He jumps up and pulls Stiles to the kitchen. You sit down, looking around quietly.
“I can’t look at her, Stiles. It’s too much. Not now.” You hear Scott trying to whisper.
“She’s my girlfriend and she’s in mourning. I’m not going to leave her at home just because you can’t see her without crying. I get it, you lost Allison, but Y/N did too.”
“It’s too hard, Stiles! What don’t you get about that?”
“I get that it’s hard for her too! She can’t even look in the mirror without crying, Scott. She’s turned all reflective surfaces in her room around. I don’t know what to tell you.”
You didn’t know if he’d noticed. He spent everyday with you, but you’d turned your mirrors around the night Allison died.
Stiles walks out of the kitchen, “Baby girl, let’s go to my house okay?”
You nod and stand up, walking over to him. He takes your hand and kisses it, Scott refusing to make eye contact with you.
You have an incredibly hard time coping, everyone around you being distant didn’t help. It wasn’t your fault you and Allison were identical, you didn’t kill her either. You just wanted to feel better, and Stiles yelled at just about everyone for it.
You sit down at the lunch table everyone falling silent. “Really guys?” Stiles sighs.
No one answers. Stiles leans over and whispers, “Let’s go sit by ourselves.”
“No no no, you don’t have to do that.” Kira says quietly.
“I think we do.” You mumble, standing up.
“You guys..don’t.” Lydia reaches for Stiles, not you.
“I’m sick and tired of you guys treating her like a leper. She’s a twin, I don’t know what you expect.” Stiles rubs your lower back as he chews them out.
“I mean..she looks just like her. It’s just hard.”
“And you don’t think it’s hard for her? She lost her sister, someone she’s known all her life. Since conception, Lydia. She has to go home to her dad and sit in an empty house because she’s lost three family members to this town. So maybe all of you should think about how hard it is for her. Sure she’s Allison’s identical twin but she’s my girlfriend, and I’m not going to let you treat her like that.” And with that he stood up, guiding you away from the table. You held back tears, squeezing his hand tight.
You sniffle quietly and he turns to look at you, catching your tears falling. You hadn’t even made it ten feet away before you started crying. “Oh, baby girl…” He pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead. You lay your head on his shoulder and he puts his hand on the back of it, holding you tight.
“What did I do wrong?” You pull back and look up at him.
He wipes your tears away, “Nothing. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He kisses you gently. “Nothing at all.”
You feel your friends’ gaze on the two of you, burning a hole in your heads.
“Hey.” Scott calls, Stiles turning to look at him.
“What?” He says somewhat angrily.
“Come sit down.”
“You made my girlfriend cry, I don’t want to sit with you.” He shakes his head.
“Stiles, let’s just sit..okay?” You squeeze his wrist.
“Okay..are you sure?” He asks and you nod. You both sit back down, the table feeling slightly less awkward.
"I’m sorry.” Scott says quietly. “I’ve been so caught up in how I’m feeling that I didn’t consider your feelings.” Scott nods at you.
“I understand.” You nod, looking down at your hand intertwined with Stiles’.
“I’m still here, and I’m glad I am. I’m sorry if I make anyone uncomfortable.” You shrug.
“You don’t. We’re just being assholes.” Scott sighs.
“It’s okay. I get it.”
Stiles nudges you, sliding a pack of cards your way. You giggle, a lopsided smile on his face.
“Cheat?” He bites his lip and you turn to face him, grabbing the deck to shuffle it.
“Of course, Sti.” You grin and he leans forward, pecking your lips as you shuffle.
Summary: When you run into (literally) a really fucking hot man, you don’t expect to see him again, until he turns up at your cafe a few days later. The both of you ‘click’ instantly, but is he really just the ‘person whose name will turn up somewhere in an indie movie credits’ that he makes himself out to be? Or is he something more than that?
Bucky looked on helplessly as the doors of the elevator slid
closed, a young lady unknown to him still calling your name until she realised
that you couldn’t hear anymore. Out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw
her slump against the bar, rubbing a hand over her face and pulling out her phone,
likely to try contact you. The digital floor numbers moved down to ground level,
taunting him as they slowly ticked by. By the time he entered that elevator,
you would be long gone from the building.
As he tried to pull himself away from
the group of sickening women, he remembered that woman, calling out your name;
she must be your friend, she had to
help him. He knew you would’ve found out some point, but surely not so early
after meeting each other. The guilt immediately settled him as soon as he
locked eyes with you; the betrayed and shocked look on your face, when you
realised that he wasn’t who he made himself out to be, and that he apparently
already had lots of girls he could be with.
But the guilt had to wait until he could pour his heart out to you, until he
could just explain. He knew you
wouldn’t answer him through any forms of social media, so it was no use to try.
Synopsis: Namjoon is well aware that some, well actually most people could find his hobby not exactly common, yet he still considers himself to be a man of tasteful words and higher intellect - someone who managed to understand the true, deepest meaning of beauty itself.
And so he doesn’t really care if his methods of collecting pretty things end up being darker that expected, once you peek under the surface.
Author’s note: Oh my, my first fic for Namjoon, ah I’m a bit nervous, also I need to thank @pantaemonium, @meetevil and @yoongihime for dealing so much with me and my existential crisis about this ;^;
Again, I may or may not have added a decent amount of craziness and creepiness and other yummy things, so please be careful pals!! Hope you’ll like it tho <3
Namjoon likes to collect pretty things.
know when his passion started, maybe
it was that time when he was five years and a half and his mother’s pearls
looked so shiny and white around the pale curve of her neck – long fingers
always skimming the gleaming necklace, stopping their adoring motions just to
slap his chubby, longing hands away.
Good children do not touch their mother’s
she used to warn, strict voice and even stricter lips in their tight curl.
A/N: omg I feel like this was a weak chapter, I’m so sorry if it’s not up to par :’)
The moment you stepped out of the Zeta Beam and back into the Batcave, you were greeted by dear Alfred giving you a warm hug.
“Miss (Y/N),” he said your name with great endearment, “I’m so glad you’re home.” His words tugged at your heartstrings. Though you never got to interact with Alfred much, every time you did it sent a rush of warmth throughout your soul. He always made you feel wanted.
Tears burned at your eyes as you hugged him back; he smelled like clean laundry. A hand patted your back, from the corner of your eye you could tell it was Bruce. He had a tired but genuine smile on his face, “I’m glad you’re home, too, (Y/N).”
“I’m glad I came home.” You said, your voice was soft and meek but it held a distinct tinge of happiness.
Alfred pulled away and looked at you, a gentle smile on his face, “it’s extremely late, Miss (Y/N), you should wash up and go to bed soon. Tomorrow I’ll prepare a delicious breakfast for you.”
“You always do,” you replied instantly. Alfred’s cooking never disappointed. The old man rubbed at his eyes a little before walking off, leaving you alone with your adoptive father and Jason.
Bruce cleared his threat awkwardly, “I suppose you two have some talking to do, so I’ll get out of your way.” He gave your arm one reassuring squeeze and left, as well.
For a full minute you avoided Jason’s gaze as he stared at you wordlessly. “(Y/N)… I didn’t do what it looked like I did… back there in the restaurant.”
The reminder of what’d happened earlier that day made you see red. You felt your breathing get heavier as you seethed with anger. Earlier you were sad but now all you felt was anger and betrayal. You finally looked him in the eye but your eyes were cold and hard. Your stare silently urged him to continue.
“The truth is… I thought I could distract myself by doing something with the waitress… I wanted to distract myself from- from you.” It was his turn to avoid your eyes as Jason stared at his feet. You felt your anger dissipate slowly into… something else. Was it joy? Hope?
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot… too much, I think,” he chuckled sadly, though he had a smile on his face. Your hands reached out to hold his face and you tilted his head up so that he was looking at you. “I…” Jason struggled to say what he so desperately wanted to tell you for so long. He was certain of how he felt but the definitive three words just wouldn’t come out.
From the way you looked at him, with such hope and expectation in your eyes, he could tell you knew what he wanted to say; and indeed you did. You knew that once he said the words that most humans regarded as sacred and pure, you’d never have to worry about what happened with the waitress ever happening again.
But… the words never came. He couldn’t say them; and you didn’t know why. He couldn’t tell you that he loved you.
As minutes passed, the silence between the two of you developed into one that was tense and nerve wracking. Jason just stared at you, mouth opened slightly, as if the words he struggled to say were just going to fall out on their own.
You let go of his face, the sudden lack of warmth Jason felt made his heart sink even lower than it had already sank. As he watched you back away, the look of anger and betrayal returning to your face, he could only internally scream at himself for being such a coward.
“Wait, (Y/N)!” He called out as you retreated further, he wanted to run after you; to try again but the way you whipped around and glared at Jason made a shiver run down his spine.
“Leave me alone, Jason Todd.” You snarled. He was so used to hearing your soft and gentle voice he never thought he’d ever hear it sounding so fierce; let alone because of him.
As you stormed back to your room, you could feel a great mixture of anger and sadness washing over you like never before. You could feel your hands burn with raw starlight as a result of your newfound rage but you willed them to stop. You didn’t want to hurt anyone or anything in the manor. Your emotions could never justify the possible destruction you could wreak.
Upon entering your room, you immediately saw your reflection in the mirror. The dress you chosen for the dinner was now wrinkled and looked dull in the dark despite its generally cheerful colours. Looking at yourself in the reflective surface made you feel a familiar sense of self-consciousness in your heart once again.
Maybe Jason couldn’t tell you he loved you because you weren’t beautiful enough. Or perhaps he felt that you were too dangerous. Or too weak. Perhaps you weren’t human enough to deserve any form of love.
The anger that you previously felt drained away instantly as pure sadness took its place. You collapsed to the floor and cried your heart out. You believe this was what humans called ‘heartbreak’; it felt exactly like back in the restaurant but only ten times worse. You knew many humans were capable of overcoming this pain but you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to; because if you were completely honest with yourself, you really loved Jason Todd.
Jason’s room was close to yours and as he laid in bed after a short shower, he could hear your muffled sobbing. How he wished he could run into your room and tell you what he wanted to say; but his body wouldn’t move. He just… couldn’t bring himself to say the three words.
He didn’t understand why. He knew with all his heart that he loved you, every single bit of you, but something held him back. As much as he wanted to deny it, deep inside, Jason knew what it was; it was the same thing that held him back from a lot of things. It was the feeling of not ever being good enough.
He laughed pitifully at himself; the great, cocky vigilante was self-conscious. Jason laughed until he found himself feeling his eyes burn. He rubbed his eyelids with the back of his hand and noticed that there were tears. He’d never cried because of a girl in his entire life; before and after the Lazarus Pit; but you weren’t just some girl. You were a girl, whom, in his opinion, at the very least, deserved someone much better than Jason Todd.
Eventually, after a solid hour of self-pity, you dragged yourself off of the floor and into the bathroom. Perhaps freshening up would do you some good; and it did, just a little bit.
Without waiting for your hair to dry, you went to bed, letting the built-up exhaustion from the day’s events lull you into deep slumber. As you dozed off smoothly, you could hear a roar of thunder followed by another… and another…
As Jason sat in the same old warehouse, beaten to a bloody pulp, with the same old madman brandishing a crowbar in front of him, he slowly realised how much worse this nightmare felt. It was much darker, more daunting and just horrifying in general; the longer he dreamt, the sooner he realised why.
Most of the second Robin’s nightmares just consisted of being beaten up and mocked at by the Joker but this one… this one was different. This time, the Joker set off explosives continuously. He’d activate the first one, let Jason scream and shout in fear and pain until his cries were reduced to whimpers. The warehouse would be on fire; and so would he. Jason could feel the relentless flames licking at his skin, melting them off his bones.
Then, suddenly, everything would return to normal - or as normal as his nightmare could get. The now unactivated bomb would count ten seconds, then five, then zero. Boom.
In the midst of his fifth, or sixth, explosion, there was a sudden change in scenery. One second he was dying, bleeding and burning, and the next he was standing in the middle neatly-kept apartment, wearing a plain shirt and comfortable sweatpants. He had to blink rapidly to adapt from the dark and gloomy warehouse to the pleasant golden hue of the room.
“What the fuck?” Jason mumbled to himself, eyes scanning his new surroundings. He could still hear the faint noises of his nightmare, the maniacal laughter of his murderer, but it all faded away when he felt something in his hand.
Jason looked down and saw that it wasn’t just some object, it was someone else’s hand, their fingers laced with his own. His head slowly followed the arm attached to said hand and was met with your smiling face.
The moment you fell asleep, you found yourself in the same nightmare as the one you were in the night before. You were in Jason’s troubled mind, his haunting past which never ceased to replay itself every night of his life.
You quickly rushed towards the sounds of metal hitting flesh and the his loud grunts of pain. When you’d spotted him, tied up and bloody, you instinctively ran towards him, reaching out to grab him and liberate him once more from this horror fest.
Before you could, however, there was a loud, deafening noise; as if a bomb had gone off. You could hear Jason screaming as you watched the flames caress his skin. You, on the other hand, couldn’t feel anything except an aching in your chest that suffocated you greatly.
With every explosion, you found yourself falling, struggling to walk even just a few feet at once. After four more repetitions of the mad clown’s laughter, the eardrum-shattering noise and the cries of Jason, you finally managed to reach him.
Panting heavily, you stretched out your hand and grabbed his; you held onto him tight. You hoped that he’d recognise you; that he’d know you were there and he wasn’t alone.
The moment your hand touched his, you could feel it grabbing yours tightly, as though his life depended on it. For a brief second, everything was silent. The laughter, the explosions, the cries of pain. Everything stopped.
Then, you realised you were standing up, and that you were no longer in Jason’s nightmare. Instead of a burning warehouse, you were now in a decent-sized apartment that had a warm glow to it… Were you in someone else’s dream?
Your head spun with confusion; your eyes darted around the new scenery in blind panic. You were prepared to take a few steps around the place when you felt a tug on your arm. You whipped around and saw that Jason was still holding your hand.
The two of you stared at one another in silence, hands still in locked in the others’. It was then you understood that you’d successfully saved him from his nightmare. You’d dragged him out of his own personal hell into what seemed like a heavenly place.
“What the fuck?” Jason muttered, looking dazed and tired but relieved. His eyes darted between your hand in his and your eyes.
A particularly loud roar of thunder shocked the vigilante awake. He woke up panting, skin sleek with a thin layer of sweat from his previous, never ending, nightmare. When he began to calm down, he noticed that though he wasn’t dreaming anymore, something was still the same.
Jason lifted his hand and saw that the same hand, your hand, was still in his, fingers intertwined with own calloused digits. He turned his head slowly and saw you, half-asleep, sitting on the floor by his bed. You didn’t crawl in beside him like the night before, but rather you rested the top half of your body on his bed, your legs sprawled on his floor. Your chest laid on his soft mattress, one of your arms was tucked under your chin while the other was stretched out in order to hold his hand.
You looked at him in the darkness through half-lidded eyes, “go to sleep, Jason Todd,” you mumbled soothingly, “I’ll keep you safe.”
“Hush,” you squeezed his hand, “let’s not talk… just sleep…” you spoke, half-yawning. Jason could see how exhausted you were and didn’t press on; instead, he closed his eyes and promptly fell back to sleep.
You watched as the man you loved fall back into deep slumber, though his hand’s firm grip on yours never faltered, even while asleep.
You were so tired, so lethargic, but for some reason, you didn’t allow yourself to fall asleep. You discovered that as you held the hand of sleeping Jason Todd, you could watch his dreams like a spectator. You knew that if you fell asleep, you’d be lucid in his dream and it’ll change what would otherwise naturally occur in his own mind. In other words, if you stayed awake, you could see what he truly felt towards you.
You could see the same apartment as before, except this time there were three tiny children running around. Jason was laughing uncontrollably, laying on his back on the couch, as the young ones climbed all over him.
“Dada!” They called him, their voices so innocent and sweet. They so tiny and joyful.
You smiled; the unruly and reckless Jason Todd’s ideal dream was to have a family. Although, you realised something was missing… there was no mother. Perhaps he simply wanted to adopt children, like Bruce; or maybe he-
“Jason!” A voice that sounded alien but yet familiar to you called from somewhere else in the apartment. “Jason, could you get the coffee table cleared? I need space for the cookies.”
“Su-sure!” Jason replied breathlessly, still trying to catch his breath after being buried underneath his three children. He brushed himself off before rearranging the various magazines and other things on the coffee table so that there was a large empty spot in the middle.
You could help but smile and laugh whenever his children tried to distract him by grabbing his arms and legs. He seemed so happy and so satisfied. The smile on your face fell when you realised the voice that called out earlier was female; which meant that he most likely had a wife in this ideal world…
A wife that looked just like you. You failed to suppress a loud gasp as you saw yourself walking out of where you assumed was the kitchen, a tray of cookies in your hands. The carbon copy of you smiled sweetly at Jason and placed the cookies down, gently batting one of your children’s hands away, telling him that the cookies were too hot to eat.
“Hey, kiddos,” Jason ruffled one of their heads, “why don’t you guys go play in your room?” The younglings obliged and bounded joyfully away and out of sight. Jason then turned smoothly to face your clone, “(Y/N), I lov-”
You instantly ripped your hand away from Jason’s, flinging yourself back into the wall behind you. Your heart was pounding wildly and you felt your stomach flutter like crazy. You could feel hope bubbling through your veins as a smile graced your lips; but still, you couldn’t bear to hear what you wanted to hear that way. You wanted to hear it from Jason himself, you wanted him to look at you and you only as he spoke, and not to a clone conjured up by his own mind.
As your heart began to calm down, and your breathing became steadier, you noticed that Jason had begun to tense up once more. He was no longer relaxed and happy but rather fearful and in pain. His hand reached around the bed for yours, its movements became more desperate by the second.
Acting on instinct, you returned to your original position and took his hand. Almost immediately, Jason relaxed, his muscles began to slacken, his breathing became peaceful.
“Sweet dreams, Jason Todd,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead; your heart’d allowed itself to hope, once more, for your happy ending.
mumbles into the earpiece mic and everyone’s like what is he saying ,,, what is he talking about ??? (he’s actually reading outloud to himself and doesn’t even notice)
looks intimidating because of his sharp features but honestly…..cried during 101 dalmatians so like
choice of weapon is …. trying to negotiate tbh he isn’t one for violence at all
like he’s so tall and lanky sometimes you’re worried he’ll get knocked over by the wind so every now and then you’ll hold his forearm or wrist and he’ll be like ???? o///o what are you doing ??/
and you’re just like “making sure you’re stable”
tries to keep the more rowdy and headstrong bodyguards under control (cough taehyung cough jungkook) but it never works
you catch him reading while he’s waiting for you outside of a meeting and you sit down and lean your head on his shoulder like ‘ooo what book’ and bodyguard namjoon almost actually tips over because he’s shy hehe
head of the bodyguards, as in he’s the one that gives the orders
extremely observant and calculating - has a formation planned and three different means of attack prepared whenever you’re going to event
tbh you’re like ,,,,isn’t that a bit Much but yoongi’s top priority is your safety and if you get as much as a scratch on you he will literally fall into a depression and blame himself
you find out from bodyguard jungkook that yoongi actually has the cutest sneeze ever and that he’s actually kinda soft. his background photo on his phone is a pic of his dog min holly
and you think that’s cute because when you look over at yoongi he looks all business. serious in his suit, talking into his earpiece and giving directions to others
but while you’re getting lunch and he’s walking at your side keeping a look out you casually ask him how his dog is doing
and cold, ice leader yoongi gets a little flustered because
and you’re like “i heard from jungkook the puppies cute, can i see them?”
yoongi handing his phone over to you with a blush like,,,,um,,,they are cute
and you’re like hehe and you put the phone up next to yoongi’s cheek and you’re like
“just as cute as his owner”
and yoongi might just need to excuse himself to hide his face in his hands
is he your bodyguard? is he your babysitter? is he basically worried about you like a mom? yes to all three
but seriously some of the other guards are like jin, calm down they’re a grown adult they can take care of themselves - but jin is hunched over you like “did you eat breakfast? the guard on morning duty told me you skipped it but you promised me you wouldn’t-”
he’s able to talk with you casually because all his conversations center on him asking about your well being
once even pushed his forehead against yours to tell if you had a fever
and bodyguard namjoon was going to pull him back but you waved your hand
because one) you might actually have a fever and two) holy hell jin is so handsome up close even more handsome than normal,,,,,
made you dinner once and brought it over with him
and when some guard told him to take it home, you wouldn’t eat that trash you fired that guard on the spot and proceeded to eat everything jin brought over
once jin got sick and had to call off the day for work, so you canceled all your plans, made your way over to his house with some soup
and when he tried to protest that you know he’s the bodyguard blah blah blah you like put your finger over his lips and were like
‘id kiss u to shut u up for a moment, but you’re sick so lay down’
the moodmaker of the guards and is the only one who can make even stoic leader yoongi laugh
tries to see the best in people but if they turn out to be scum he has no problem high-kicking them into the trash can
used to be a dancer but started training in martial arts instead, doesn’t carry a gun even though everyone insists he should
“if i can’t solve the problem with a smile, my body will be the necessary shield”
hoseok is polite around you though, yoongi told him that no matter what he needed to keep his energy down when addressing you
so it kinda made you assume hoseok didn’t quite like you, but that’s not true he’s literally always holding back the urge to grin at you or ruffle your hair
and one day when he’s assigned to sit beside you on a long flight you ask him a bit about his life and whatnot and you can see him fidgeting and being tense
and so you get sullen and kinda hide in your blanket and hoseok is like what’s wrong??? and you’re like hoseok,,,,am i a mean boss?? is there something wrong
and hoseok is like whAT NO i LOVE YOU- i mean oh god…..oh god….i mean i love…..you….as my BOSS……
and it’s cute you’re like,,,,really?? you don’t hate me or find me awkward
and hoseok’s expression is complete shock he’s like hate??? no???? i just,,, i want to be careful and polite to show you im serious about being your shield,,,,
granted the next five hours you two spend sharing headphones and watching cartoon movie on the plane heeehu
is the kid who thought bodyguards were cool in the movies and that’s why he choose to become one
it might have to also do w the fact that while he was in training some jerk was like ‘you’re too small…no one will hire you’ and jimin was like hellbent on proving that ass wrong
compensates a lot with his good looks, like he’s the only bodyguard that checks his reflection out in all surfaces (even more than jin)
but like can you blame him he’s been voted ‘best hair on the squad’ for like 2 years in a row
everyone you work with that has their own guards is always asking you where you found jimin like what company he works for and if he’s willing to switch,,,,,,over for more money
and once you even witnessed a colleague of yours tell jimin that she’d pay him twice what you were paying him
and you were like oh he’d be silly not to take that,,,
but jimin just smiled, bowed and shook his head and was like “im not really in it for the money. the person i protect, they ….are holding my heart - if not to be cheesy and put it that way ^^’
when jimin turned and saw you he was like fRICK DID you HEAR ME
and you just giggled and put your hand over his lapel and were like
“im glad i hold a place in your heart, you hold one in mine too”
and you and jimin are cheesy but it’s adorable and yoongi in the back is like PARK GET BACK TO WORK but u guys have this moment
got this job on accident….probably
like does he really know what his duties are? eh……debatable BUT does he like the fact that he could (possibly) get some bad guys with these nunchucks he bought back in college? yes he does like that fact
keeps trying to impress you with dangerous tricks like juggling knives or swinging the nunchucks around his waist
and when he hits himself in the eye you get up to help him but all the other guards are like “sit down!!! don’t worry!!!” and you’re like you guYS dont focus on me focus on taehyung who might get a bruise oh no it’s a black eye for sure-
wears his injuries with pride though like once there was this intense fight with this group of robbers and most of the guards involved stayed home the next day
but there taehyung was, with a bandaged head and an eyepatch and a puffy lip but there he was smiling at you the next morning
and somehow, probably unconsciously, you’ve become protective of him
and so when you guys are going somewhere crowded - the first hand you grab is taehyungs
and taehyung loves it when you stay close and he wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds you to his side
and it’s gotten to a point where even when there’s no present danger you and taehyung hold hands,,,,maybe eskimo kiss,,,,,maybe actually kiss,,,,,when yoongi isn’t looking,,,,,,,
doesn’t like the uniform at all. wore sneakers instead of the mandated dress shoes and was scolded by yoongi for like half an hour
showed up the next day in timbalands and yoongi was like NOT BETTER JEON
keeps “forgetting” his blazer and tie in places
sometimes even slings his blazer around your shoulders to “keep you warm” but in reality you know it’s because he doesn’t want to wear it
chases anyone that looks suspicious and deviates from the plan and literally everyone is like jungkook PLEASE
but he’s like ‘im a lone wolf’ and you can only laugh because it’s endearing
but also gets distracted by anything shiny or loud and like a kid, plays games on his phone when you’re all at a boring meeting
and yoongi is like pUT that away but you’re like psst jungkook what level in candy crush are you up to
you’re supposed to be doing important paperwork in your office but jungkook is teaching you how to play like league or starcraft and both you get scolded by jin
jungkook isn’t corny like the others he’s never like ‘im your shield’ or ‘you’re in my heart’ he’s literally more the type to high five you to show you affection
and it takes something like him finding you crying in fear when someone sends a threat out on your life that makes jungkook want to hold you in his arms forever and keep you safe
and he’s so gentle surprisingly, holding your face and kissing the tears away and you’re like,,,,,,,surprised
and jungkook is just like “ill….never leave you, im by your side for the rest of my life.”
A Long rant by me ^^ I tried to be more careful but i’m still at work and doing this as a side task, so beware of the usual things ( missreads, typos, i tried to not miss any stuff ) i will check it later and reblog it when i’m at home!
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So I’ve been thinking about Neil and his reactions to trauma/abuse,
(and also as part of a therapy experiment for myself putting something in the world that is self-indulgent and not ~perfect, which, scary) here are some subjective thoughts:
Here’s the thing about trauma: sometimes you
don’t see the real effects of it till way after the fact.
Andrew, after many years of shitty therapy and a
few good ones with Betsy, knows this pretty well
Neil does not
Neil spent so long with the threat of his father
and then of Riko/The Moriyamas (and potentially the heavy hands of his mother)
that he got used to the constant fear, the hyper-vigilance and living with a
body always in flight mode
in the same way you don’t really feel injuries until the adrenaline has worn
off, Neil doesn’t really discover how the consequences of his trauma manifests
until after all is said and done in TKM
So BTS dropped the Japanese version of Blood Sweat and Tears and the visuals are amazing!! Like truly amazing!! But now my theory.. I’m going to break it down by parts so hear me out.
- okay so here is what I think and I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense.
So in this MV there is a lot of symbolism that connects all eras of the Boy Meets series. I think this is actually what happened before and after everything went wrong. For example, we see Jungkook being forced by Rap Mon to drink absinthe (a hallucinogen) and Suga is desperately trying to get him out of it. But fails as he falls down on to the floor and it covered by black smoke. Now I think the black smoke represents him being submerged in all evil as he has lost the right path and has fallen deeper into his evil self, hence why we first see him with wings. He is doing this as Suga is the hotel (the one in I need you) and Suga goes to where he is and tries to get him out of it but it’s too late. In the Korean version Jungkook is swinging and he licks of the remaining of the absinthe from his finger (absinthe is knowing for making you feel floaty and like you’re being swung around) hence why we see him do all the things he does in the Korean version. After he is forced by RM to drink he loses himself and Suga tries to get him out but gives up as he is way too deep to be saved. Thai ties to past eras as we see Jungkook and Suga fighting or being distance a lot. Suga does not agree with what Jungkook and RM are doing that they fight so much.
Now that was the Jungkook portion.
Okay so Jimin. Wow Jimin is a tough one and it requires a lot. So we know his downfall started with a lie (committing a sin represented by the apple) and this made him all craze and confused as he couldn’t handle it (Lie is basically his plot within the plot of this series). As he keep living this lie Suga comes in a attempts to save him after failing to do so with Jungkook. He covers Jimin (eyes) and tries to protect him from the harsh reality of his actions. (Guess why he is always being blindfolded). But in this MV Jimin actually wants to see the damage his lie actually made an he runs away from Suga. As he keeps trying to get himself out of this dark tunnel of lie he almost finds himself again, the one he used to be beige he commits the lie. But Suga once again covers his eyes and get him submerged back into their world of evil. This is why we see him biting into the apple. Also Suga does fail in protecting him again since his true evil self submerged back into their world.
In this world of evil him and Jungkook are submerged so far in that they try to hold back V and keep him there and they manage to by literally ‘drugging him’ with evil. (The whole sequence of V moving around is THEM already submerging him.
Now V, the fallen angel. We know that V killed someone and that was his sin (all because he was trying to protect the one he cared for the most) This led him to fall in a loop between being good and evil leading him to be completely evil. While in his evil state he dragged RM and Hope (hence why they are the ones introducing drugs to the other Young ones). And once he tries to get out Jimin and Jungkook hold him back while Hope stabs him in the heart leading him to fall back but making it worse as he was already deep and was just pretending to be an angel. Next we see Jin beating him up, that ends up with V stabbing him and than walking out and tracing the knife along to seek the other members. Why I think he is looking for the other members? Because you can see the malice in his face, he is so far gone that he completely lost himself and now wants to get rid of what “dragged him back in” but he was there already. Than we see him out of a window ready to jump again but as we in the Korean version he already jumped for his “salvation” and that’s why he puts his hands up as in “I got it” but his skies are still dark meaning he didn’t. V is still in that world even though he thinks he got out. He is still playing a pretense and it seems that he won’t get out any time soon.
V is under this mantle of lie and evil but it seems white (meaning it’s where he is meant to be)
Hope and RM. this two are even more complicated to explain. One this is for sure, they were dragged into their evil by V as he convinced them to let their evil side take it’s true form while using their bad aspect (Hope pills addiction) and RM and his lack of control. Hope actually does not drag in anyone, but RM drags Jungkook in and Hope keeps on showing them the ways into their evil. In the Korean MV hope shoots and arrow, him shooting V with the dart is within the same scene as the Korean MV. Hope, RM and V are completely gone but V is the one that is playing even more with all of the boys that now he is trying to get rid of them.
Hope and Jimin dance to Lie and Boy Meets Evil and that’s their plot in the storyline. Hope met evil through his pills and Jimin through his lie. Jimin was blinded of the effects of his lie by Suga while Hope had to deal with it by himself and dig himself even deeper. RM was dug into the world by being the one V went to first after he did his sin that led to RM confessing his sin and they started a whole loop of evil dragging everyone along with their inside demons.
Their demons have consumed them but RM is trying to look into himself again (hence all the reflective surfaces around the MV) and Hope is gone.
Jin and RM. yup RM pops back out. So the theory so far was Jin is dead, like he dies and there was turning back. But in this MV it makes it seem that the reason everyone believes this was because of V dragging them with him into evil. Him doing this is what actually kills Jin, he can’t handle seeing those younger than him falling but he does not know all of their dark pasts and when he does it leads him to his 'death’. When he did find out he tried to get them out but it was too late a V had already consumed them and why he is beating up V. He apologizes as he didn’t want to but had to, to get the evil out of him that ends with him stabbed. But Jin has a dark past by himself and he couldn’t deal with that either but seeing his friends so far gone rips his heart out and killing him on the inside. Now why did I mention RM? At the end of the Jap. MV they are together again and RM says “seems like we haven’t seen each other for a while” (DISCLAIMER I DO NOT SPEAK KOREAN BUT MY KOREAN FRIEND DID ME THE FAVOR OF TRANSLATING) and this is how Jin and RM are connected. Being the eldest they feel guilty that they couldn’t help the youngsters. RM actually followed them and even lead them into their demise while Jin attempted to, ended up dying and now he is trying to come back and save them.
(The more I say save them I think of Save Me.. cries) and the reason why they hadn’t seen much of each other was because they were dealing with the youngsters fall separately they lost each other and their oldest role. And RM being seduced by V led him to believe Jin was actually dead and when their see each other he is surprised because he genuinely thought he had left.
Also Jin is seen as their father figure, being the eldest and all, who killed their father? V. (I know this might be far off and if you don’t agree kys completely fine).
Now Suga. Out of all of them Suga is the one that seems to not have fallen. Even in the choreography he is the one being pushed down not going down at his own accord. He tried to help Jungkook when he let his evil take over, but he couldn’t. He tried to help Jimin and he succeeded at some point but blinding him of the truth about his lie did more harm than good as he never let him confront what he deserved. RM, Hope, V were so far gone that he didn’t try leading him to distance himself from Jungkook who was following RM (the leader) like a puppy following his every moves. Even at the last moment Suga is still trying to save Jungkook but it’s too late as he has been succumbed by darkness and he keeps trying to save Jimin by again covering his eyes of himself but he falls even deeper. Suga also had his own demons, but he somehow managed to keep them at bay and instead of letting them take over he confronted them and now it’s trying to help this who he thinks are still in hope of being saved but he is doing it wrongly. You can see him as a guarding angel but one who seems to lack experience while having the one that’s needed. Why he fought with Jungkook was because he saw all of them falling and when he tried to help he was pushed away and thought of as wrong but now he is what they need and he is trying to not let himself fall while helping them.
The last scene. Jin and RM meeting again. It looks like they are trying to go back and change it all. Him paying RM is sort of a bribe to stick by him instead of following V which RM seems to now do since he gives this smile…
and now whatever the future holds or the past.
One thing that I add here and not my Amino is that the second to last scene where all of Jin shatters. That’s him giving up his battle against suppressing V. In BS&T Korean version only his face shatters as he is slowly loosing against V, but now he lost. He let V succumb the others into darkness and their evil selves. They lost all innocence (the one they lost on Run and Fire) and the one they realized they were going to loose (I Need U) when they lost it already and were looking for something (Save Me) and BS&T falls in between in some separation of spheres. And this MV is a continuation yet manages to fall before the Korean version and it’s trippy as hell.
Now Spring Day and Not Today.. Not Today is them fighting back. Like that’s what the whole MV is about but Jungkook, being the youngest, finds himself holding onto what they are running away from their evil. As his young mind does not process it as the others he leads them to their fall again but this time it’s their death completely.
Spring Day is them already gone trying to find for answers. Why they are in different places? Because they all committed different scenes that their resting place is separated but the manage to find each other again on the train. The train that is taking them to genie resting place. (In some places it is believed that a train takes your soul to the place where you would be judged. Wether you live or die) and that place within is their tiny little resting place before resting completely. V is the one mostly near the rail road because he is ready to go as he knows the damage he did and now wants to give it all a rest. (Hence why his line is constantly 'MY best friend’ as he knows what his sin did to them). Why they are running? Even though they know what they did, they still are unable to grasp reality. We see them running every time or walking away. The run in Spring Day is their last run before they leave their world and go to be judged. (BS&T felt like Paradise but was Hell it’s the same concept).