mirrored pair

Chapter twelve: The Mirror of Erised

She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes - her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry’s did.
Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.
‘Mum?’ he whispered. 'Dad?’
They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry’s knobbly knees - Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.
The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.


@quidditchleaguenetseptember challenge: wizarding families + the potters

They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry’s knobbly knees - Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life. 

Ultimate school locker kit

 “Emergency” bag for your locker ideas:

  • Chapstick
  •  Hand lotion
  •  Extra headphones
  •  Tissues 
  •  Tylenol/midol 
  •  Feminine products
  •  Hand sanitizer 
  •  Cough drops
  •  Sunglasses
  •  Sunscreen
  •  Comfortable sweater/jumper
  •  Safety pins (possible wardrobe malfunctions)
  •  Lint roller
  •  A little extra money
  •  Re-usable water bottle
  •  Extra pen/pencil
  •  Wet wipes
  •  Mints/gum
  •  Travel sized mouthwash or breath strips,
  •  Mini toothbrush for after lunch
  •  Tweasers
  •  Mini mirror
  •  Extra pair of comfy socks (if it rains and your socks get soaked)
  •  Plenty of hair ties/elastics
  •  Bobby pins
  •  Hair clips
  •  Bandaids
  •  Deodorant 
  •  Extra set of house keys (if you forget yours at home)
  •  Perfume
  •  Tide to go (In case you spill something on your clothes)
what your fav homestuck character in 2017 says about you: The Kids
  • John: you just love this soft windy boy!! you super dig his aesthetics of blue and wind and flying and oh look you just drew a picture of him kissin some boys. "a pure, splendid boy indeed", you note as you draw john slam dunking dirk into a trash can as a prank
  • Rose: you are gay. you understand the true nature of rose as NOT a prim and proper lady but a pretentious messy goth lesbian who just likes to stay up at 4 am eating coffee beans and critiquing the homoerotic nature of literary works behind an Arby's or something. you love her and you love her twelve million girlfriends like kanaya, jade, vriska, terezi... the list goes on and on. you love her.
  • Dave: you really sympathize with his triumph over abuse and you constantly reblog davekat like your life depended on it. you understand that dave is the most developed character in the comic and you own a pair of mirror shades just to subconsciously remind yourself. have I mentioned how much davekat you reblog and draw and write? davekat is canon guys and your soft asshole boy got the boyfriend of his dreams. here's another comic of him in his underwear watching movies with karkat.
  • Jade: you SUPER DIG her aesthetic. JEEZE she is GOALS. you own at least 500 different pictures of jade holding the five planets on your phone and you love how she is both smart and capable of standing on her own. furries are a-ok and you like making dog jokes with jade. what a precious daughter. being part-dog was the greatest thing that could happen to her. also, you really think she got shafted in the ending and regularly post jade in many cute outfits to fill the void.
  • Jane: you draw her with bright red lipstick and a diner aesthetic. you are kin with jane and primarily ship janeroxycallie (or as I like to call it CottonCallie). you're kinda quiet about your love for her and don't post a whole lot. if someone else made a post for her, you'd be there giving your support and throwing in your own opinions.
  • Roxy: GOOD WIFE GOOD WIFE WIFE MATERIAL HOLY WOW NO WAY WOWZA GOOD WIFE. you are absolutely in love with her and everything she does. you get mad when people draw her with a drink because Hey, my beautiful wife worked her BUTT off to get past that and??? she did it??? wow. she's strong, she's beautiful, she's smart, she's sassy, she's funny. Wow. you draw her gaming, you draw her making jokes, you draw her in different aesthetics, you draw her doing void things, honestly who cares as long as you're drawing her. you might not be into johnroxy but ROXYCALLIE HOLY SHIT MAN. I cannot stress enough how much you love her.
  • Dirk: you can't help but love this trainwreck of a man. he's so problematic but that's why you love him! you regularly upload dirkjohn comics involving his wacky manime antics. everything you draw with dirk is gay or is him doing something ridiculously over the top but that's just the way you like it. sometimes you'll do character analysis posts that really delve into his subconscious and then accidentally attract 30 haters to your blog. you like how he cronches into an orange with the skin on and are CONSTANTLY shitposting.
  • Jake: you and twelve other guys are in the same small cult for this goofy boy's butt. you know just about everyone on this site that loves him. you would die for this man. everything he does makes you smile. you make analysis posts all the time about how he is WAY smarter than he lets on and is an ingenious manipulator but not in the Bad Way. you appreciate him way more than just guns, skulls, and movies. you draw him with very fluffy hair and have four askblogs for him. people will say you have bad taste and you will agree but continue to love him. every one out three comics is about dirk.
Seven magic mirrors

1. A mirror in which the reflection is almost entirely innocuous, save for some small extra detail which just so happens to be somebody else’s heart’s desire, but which to you means nothing. And meanwhile some stranger somewhere is comfortably ignoring your heart’s desire too.
2. A mirror in which all reflections have giant puppy eyes, glitter, vomit rainbows and so on. Because any sufficiently advanced magic is more or less indistinguishable from technology.
3. A pair of mirrors opposite each other, in which your immediate reflection appears perhaps a year older than you; the reflection of that reflection a year older still; the reflection of that reflection of that reflection another year older; and so on until some reflection or other is antirely absent.
4. A mirror through which you can reach and bring back into our world conveniently-reversed versions of things to sit beside their originals. There is one of these in each office which letters emergency vehicles, their existance being a closely-guarded secret.
5. A mirror which only reflects magic. It would be a useful shield to have in a magical duel, if only it did not also reverse the magic cast at it; thus spells to bring on ensorcelled sleep bounce back at the caster in the form of magical caffeine, spells to disarm provide extra weaponry, et cetera.
6. A dud magic mirror, showing only the inside of a magic mirror factory. There are a number of these around, although the workers at the factory have understandably lobbied for their destruction and can occasionally be seen making obscene gestures at the focus point.
7. A mirror which will show you whatever you ask for, within certain constraints. For example, it will show you the fairest in the land, if by this you mean the fairest pizza; it will show you your heart’s desire, if you happen to be rather hungry for a pizza at that moment; and it will certainly show you the location of your grandmother’s treasure, if your idea of treasure is golden cheese and twinkling pepperoni and your grandmother has just removed it from the oven.

bad | 02

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: romance, smutish, fluff

WORDS: 4 589

WARNINGS: badboy!jungkook, badboy!taehyung, cussing, mature

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08coming soon ↠ 

A/N: you people wanted more, so I’m here to give you more. this is not the last part. again, tell me if you want it to continue. I don’t wanna keep writing if no one cares. and tHANKS FOR 500

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“This is not good. Oh, oh Lord, this is not good at all.”

Bitty peers through the windshield. The snow is falling in curtains now, thick sheets of white that drift down heavy and soft onto the deserted highway. He runs his wipers a few more times, clears the view, then watches as the snow repaints it dot by frigid dot.

He should have known better than to think he could drive up to Massachusetts with a storm approaching. He should have canceled the trip, postponed it, made other plans. But the promise of a real white Christmas had sounded so intriguing, and Larissa had begged him to make the trip.

“You’ll like Samwell,” she’d told him. “It’s pretty sweet.” Which, from Larissa, was the equivalent of singing its praises from the rooftops. And the pictures she sent were so nice – long flowing river, pond, green spaces on the local college campus coated with a dusting of snow.

What he wouldn’t give for a dusting now!  But no, now, he’s stopped by the side of the highway, Samwell a mere two miles away per the last sign he passed, his own fog lamps the only glare in the sea of white outside.

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Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone - Chapter 12

He looked in the mirror again. A woman standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If she was really there, he’d touch her, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air - she and the others existed only in the mirror. 

She was a pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes - her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry’s did. 

Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection. 

“Mum?” he whispered. “Dad?“ 

They looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry’s knobbly knees - Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.

Rec: Slow Burn Reylo part 2

Here are some more of my favorite fics for long nights. Suggestions welcome!

+ - fic is mature/explicit

* - fic is incomplete


*+ The Blackened Mask by ChecktheHolonet

*+ Ward of the Emperor by Laedo

*+ Together, to be by writing2savelives

* Ashes of Eden by LadyLionhart

*+ Redemption and Ruin by BregoBeauty

*+ Primordial Fervor by TheDesertJedi

*+ The Great Big No by dietplainlite for Cutebutpsycho and PetraTodd

*+ Allez Cuisine! by omegaling

*+ The Phantom’s Obsession by Pandora_Spocks

*+ Bond by raindropwaltz

+ Dark Side of Me by ReyloRobyn2011

*+ Nu Eridanids by dustoftheancients

*+ Tonight you’re mine by Arrowswillguideyou

* Decisions, Decisions by LeiaLovesDarcy

*+ Never Tell Me The Odds by AquaWolfGirl

*+ Spit and Sweat by bunnystealsyourcarrots

*+ Entropy by Tiara_of_Sapphires

* The Limited Express, Morning Star no. 12 by shiiera

*+ Persephone’s Fall by Kinbari

*+ Beautiful Hell by CNichole

* Waiting for Salvation by Rellie

*+ The Awakening and The Strain by singingmyheartsong

*+ The Balancing Edge by paradiamond

*+ Making Waves in Sand by ignitesthestars

*+ Thick Skin And An Elastic Heart by EllieCarina and ViciousRhythm

+ Through Fractured Glass by Elywyngirlie

*+ Light Finder by CapitalCheese

*+ Whatever It Takes by Smutmaker_heartbreaker

*+ The Space In Between by lightningandgrace

*+ A Walk in the Park by eruanna_took

*+ Truth and Consequences by slantedsunlight

* Gravity by shyjedi

*+ A Dream in Twofold by TearoomSaloon

+ The Brighter the Stars by Hamliet

*+ Toska by FoolishWit

* You Must Control Your Emotions by rey_kenobi 

The Sand Abrades by Hannidae

*+ Somewhere Far From Here by chibipooh

* Impression by Niimarie

* But Watch the Queen by Castiloar

+ Coming Up for Air by Hamliet

+ The Moon, the Sun, and the Star Inbetween. by Silvershine

+ Errant by pontmercy44

+ Boarded Up by Hamliet

+ Amygdala by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

*+ Convergence by ignitesthestars

*+ Petrichor by Bookworm987

+ On a White Horse by ms_qualia

* Building Tomorrow by Ehliena

+ Interstellar Transmissions by LovelyThings and ricca_riot

*+ Screw My Roommate by Articianne

we’re a mirror pair, me and you by bittersnake

+ The Conviction of Things Not Seen by airecrazy

Out of The Woods by tyrantsandcreampuffs

*+ The Sea of All Things by Res_Miranda

*+ Antigravity by Reneehart

*+ The Call of the Void by pikunxu

*+ Both Sides Now by orphan_account

*+ Currents by trashparty

+ The Ghost of Another Choice by ms_qualia

+ The Edge of Uncertainty by writingramblr

* A Time to Change by austeneer731

+ Caved by riot3672

+ Immune to the Light by writingramblr


+ The Opia!Verse series by t0bemadeofglass

+ The Complicity series by TheAfterglow

+ The Where Soul Meets Body series by UndergroundValentine

+ The Crossroads series by nymja

The Things We Crave series by DragonWhiskers

+ The Reclamation & Strife series by Elywyngirlie


The Only Exception by HerSistersKeeper


Originally posted by biminnie

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x ? 

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Horror/Supernatural 

Words: 12.4k 

A/N: Welllllll here we go! This was gonna be out yesterday but the lovely muse has evaded me the entire month of October and then came back full force all in the last two days. I’d like to thank @jinnies for always sending me positive energy and @hunkyhoseok for motivating me and perhaps slightly influencing me a little with a certain someone who should not be named. This is slightly experimental on my part so tell me what you think! Love you~~

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100 Banging Kinks: Mirror

Pairing: readerxbuckybarnes 

Word Count: 930

Warning: Smut, Mirror Kink, reflection kink. 

This is in celebration of Bucky Barnes reaching 100 years old and in part with @bucky-plums-barnes​ 100 banging kinks which I am so excited to read all of them!, the list of kinks is HERE along with the guide lines HERE! Enjoy little sinners x 

“How long have you been planning this” eyeing the large stand up mirror that Bucky was placing at the foot of the bed. The thing was huge and reflected everything; you sat kneeling naked on your shared bed. You watched intently as Bucky stood back admiring his handy work.  

“First you were eager to explore all of my…what was it? ‘Seventy years of repressed and unexplored kinks’ this I’ve been planning since you gave the green light sweetheart. Don’t back out on me now”

“Just didn’t expect you to be into mirror’s that all” you smirked at him; his equally naked form couldn’t hide his arousal from you. His dick stood to full attention it was practically waving at you, your own arousal made the skin between your thighs slick as you shifted your weight on your folded legs. You watched as Bucky crawled up the bed towards you, he captured your lips into a searing kiss. Cupping your hands to his cheeks you let Bucky push you down onto the mattress, you sighed as Bucky moved to you neck. He sucked at your sweat spot causing you to turn your head towards the mirror, you moaned at the reflection. You’re bodies were pressed together; you knee was bent up to accommodate as Bucky settled between your legs. It was erotic you couldn’t deny that.

“You know we can’t see much from this position,” Bucky murmured against your skin. Before you could respond he flipped you onto your hands and knees, you squealed in surprise as you now faced the mirror. Splaying your hands on the mattress you steady yourself as Bucky aligned your hips. Leaning over you, you watched his reflection as he kissed your shoulder his eyes never left yours in the mirror.

“I want to watch sweetheart, I want you to watch us,” you groaned closing your eyes briefly as Bucky’s metal hand wrapped around to circle your clit. Crack! A swift tap to your backside made you eyes shoot open in surprise and arousal.

“I said watch doll” you looked up to see him smirking at you as he brought his cool metal hand to massage to sting from your ass.

“Fuck Bucky” you wined wigging your hips, your core ached for any type of friction. You looked to Bucky through the mirror; he had a dark look in his eye. He was enjoying this too much, kinky bastard.

“So needy (Y/N) some thing to do with the mirror?” you shivered as Bucky ran his flesh hand up your back with a feather light touch. You sobbed dropping you head to the mattress, you could feel your body vibrating. You needed him your body needed him.

“Hold on baby” you hardly had time to brace yourself before Bucky slammed into you; you shot your head up with shock and pleasure. His fingers dug into your hips as his own snapped into you with a bruising pace. You watched your reflection in the mirror; your skin was flush with a slight sheen. Your breast swayed as your body jolted back and forth. But it was the sight of Bucky that stirred your arousal, we was glorious. His toned body towered strong above you; you watched the expression across his face. His eyes were dark as the sound of your bodies colliding filled the air; it was raw and animalistic as Bucky grinned at you.

“Enjoying the view doll?” Bucky grunted

“Yes, yes, yes” you chanted in time with Bucky’s movements. You’re body felt heavy as Bucky reached around to pull you up, pressing you up against his chest. You watched as his metal hand gently wrapped around your neck and his flesh and trained down between your legs. His fingers worked fast circles on your clit.

“Watch yourself (Y/N) you’re so beautiful” Bucky nuzzled into your neck, his blue eyes were bright as his hair fell across his forehead. Your left hand anchored its self on his flesh wrist as your right hand reach up to pull him by the hair, biting him on the bottom lip you sucked it into your mouth as Bucky picked up his speed. You cried out with each thrust feeling your orgasm looming, Bucky’s breath came out in short burst. As he dropped his hand from your throat squeezed your breast, he rolled his nipple between his fingers adding more pleasure to your body.

“Oh god Buck, I’m…I’m” you gasped as your head rolled on his shoulder, still keeping eye contact with him. He nipped at your neck smirking at you.

“I know baby… I…I’m right with you” he growled, having his verbal permission.  Bucky’s lips on your neck, his predatory look boring into through the mirror and the whole image of the two of you going at it. Your orgasm hit you like never before, if it wasn’t for Bucky holding you up you would have fallen face first onto the mattress. Your thighs shook as your orgasm rippled over you as the endorphins in your body sored.

“Oh shit… fuck” the guttural cry from Bucky’s own orgasm drew your attention to his reflection in the mirror. His mouth hung open as his eyebrows pinched together as he shot his load into you, with a moan Bucky fell forwards taking you with him. Shooting your hands out you braced you both against the mattress, you laughed breathlessly about what just happened.

“The mirror stays” you gasped as Bucky’s weight shifted on your back, he kissed in between your shoulder blades softly humming in agreement.

“I’m so glad you said that”

anonymous asked:

I just binge read all your yoi twt and it's amazing????!! They're so funny. Can you possibly make one of Yuuri finally getting around to making the katsuDAMN merch and everyone wearing it including Yuuri and it's just the best thing ever!

#KatsuDAMNmerch (Part Two)

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GUYS YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT I SAW!!! #KatsuDAMNmerch @mickey-crispino
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Bunny Boy @BunnyButt
ALL THE BUTTS! #KatsuDAMNmerch @Mila-Babe @G-Popovich @yuri-plisetsky
(Photo attached of the Russian team all wearing KatsuDAMN shorts)

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Okay, okay, I will admit that #KatsuDAMNmerch is in its tester phase

Shark-Boy @PoolShark
How long till #KatsuDAMNmerch is available to the public? @yuurikatsuki

Tanned Boys @bEtTeRwHeNtAnNedD
(Photo attached of Phichit waving to a fan in a KatsuDAMN crop top)

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Close friends and family are currently testing out the brand #KatsuDAMNmerch

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
If everything goes to plan, #KatsuDAMNmerch will be available within the next six months or so

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
Everyone testing out #KatsuDAMNmerch will also be modelling for it

Victor Nikiforov’s Future Wife @Vic-Nik-No-1
WHERE IS MY @v-nikiforov IN #KatsuDAMNmerch

victor’s peasant @steponmevictor
IN #KatsuDAMNmerch

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
-winking emoji- #KatsuDAMNmerch
(Photo of Yuuri wearing a pink KatsuDAMN hoodie with bedhead and a sleepy look on his face)

Phichit Chulanont @phichit+chu
WHERE IS MY @yuurikatsuki IN BOOTY SHORTS #KatsuDAMNmerch

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
@phichit+chu #KatsuDAMNmerch
(Photo attached of an embarrassed Yuuri standing in front of a mirror, wearing a pair of KatsuDAMN booty shorts that matched the pair Victor was wearing in the background of the mirror)

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
You are lucky I love you @v-nikiforov #KatsuDAMNmerch
(Photo attached of Victor checking his butt out in a mirror while wearing a pair of KatsuDAMN booty shorts)

Christophe Giacometti @christophe-gc
The booty shorts are really comfy though @yuurikatsuki #KatsuDAMNmerch

Christophe Giacometti @christophe-gc
I might need a few more pairs @yuurikatsuki #KatsuDAMNmerch

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
I don’t want to know @christophe-gc #KatsuDAMNmerch

M. Mystery @MysteryMan
I apologise for everything @yuurikatsuki

Twitter War AU

AO3 Twitter War

So I’m rewatching Hannibal s2 again and thinking about Peter Bernadone, his social worker, The Horse, and mirroring.

I think it’s pretty widely accepted that Peter is a Will mirror? and the social worker is a weak Hannibal mirror. This particular pair of mirrors is used specifically to point out a few things about, you guessed it, Will and Hannibal’s relationship:
1) Will is still deeply hurt and pissed™ at Hannibal for lying to him and framing him, and he states why when he asks Peter about having a “shadow” - someone you trusted, who took advantage?, a friend you thought was on your side and who understood you where others haven’t. It /matters/ that will’s beef with Hannibal is personal and not, ya know, based on like morality or more universal concepts of good and evil.

2) Will assumes Peter killed his social worker because it’s what he would do to Hannibal if given the opportunity… right? Well umm not exactly. Will could have shot Hannibal in his kitchen, but he walked away. Peter could have killed his social worker, but he didn’t. And he tells Will why. Peter never wanted to kill the social worker/serial killer, he just wanted him to suffer as he had made others suffer. Specifically? Peter wanted him to suffocate. So he sewed him into a horse. Which is why Peter being a Will mirror is so awesome, because…

The very next episode starts with Will’s wet dream about strangling (suffocating) Hannibal with a rope cinched by the harnessed ravenstag, which is honestly looking quite horse-like in Will’s dream sequence. Inspired by Peter, huh Will? And that’s the scene in which Will tells himself via Dream-Hannibal that if he wants to really understand Hannibal he’s gonna have to,, oops,,, let himself love him. Pretty big turning point and obviously massive foreshadowing with huge payoff in twotl. Will’s not quite there yet, but he’s thinking about it in his erotic bondage dreams. *insert shrug emoji*

But back to Peter and his desire to make the social worker suffer in the way his victims did. This mirrors Will’s plans for Hannibal in an even more metaphorical way. Will really did kind of drown, suffocate in s1 (all that water) - and it was arguably all Hannibal’s fault. And remember that Will’s anger with Hannibal is really just personal. It comes from betrayal, and really isn’t about the serial killing cannibal bit. Hannibal hurt Will as only a friend can hurt another. Will wants to give that back to him. “Resume my therapy” my ass - Will’s trying to figure out if Hannibal has /a heart that he can break/ (“why not appeal to my better nature?”) then he’ll feel what Will felt.

Sadly :’( Will gets to break Hannibal’s heart in mizumono, but right on the cusp of not wanting to anymore. That’s where the Peter/Will mirror stops holding up, which really only serves to further point out that a) Will’s not actually a “good moral person” in the widely accepted sense, and b) he was at odds with Hannibal for personal reasons, unlike Peter who only turned on his social worker violently on behalf of the victims of his crimes.

This is why this show is so compelling though?? Years later and I’m still having Deep Thoughts™ about the horse episode. I love looking back and seeing all the ways in which this story was always human, always a complicated “will they/won’t they” romance.


Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst + Vampire!Taehyung

Warnings: blood play, graphic depictions of death/violence/murder, suicidal thoughts/depression

Word Count: 7,734

Description: The red tint of his eyes were laced with a deadness that perfectly reflected your own. The familiarity kept you returning to him over and over again, you thought that maybe it was just so you could have someone who understood all of the pain. 

A/N: This scenario was inspired by the lyrics from “Mirrors” by PVRIS

NOTE [!]: this was originally supposed to be multiple parts, but i’ve realized that i just don’t think i’ll ever find the motivation to come back and finish this, sorry guys :// i deleted the ending, so now it seems like there’s at least semi-closure at the end (even if the ending isn’t the best) instead of leaving you guys off with that god awful cliffhanger from before. 


You watched the fragmented colors of orange and red reflect off of the clouds as the sun started to descend below the horizon. The light fall breeze whipped through your hair carrying the invisible scent of your body down into the quickly approaching night life of the city; that gust of air might as well have been a bullet to your head.

They were already stirring. You watched from the rooftop as the citizens ran into their homes, windows were being barred, and the streetlamps suddenly erupted as they prepared to become spotlights for the unlucky; for you.

You looked out at your city one last time, the vantage point of the roof giving you a complete view of the entirety of it all. The corner of your mouth crept into a smile as you said a final goodbye to the miles of spread out land that held all of the beautiful and heart breaking memories from your past twenty years of life.

By the time you made it down the five flights of stairs, and opened the door that led into a dimly lit alleyway, darkness had already imposed itself upon the sky. Even though you had completely accepted the consequences of what you were doing tonight, it still didn’t stop the pang of fear that coursed through your body at the sight of the pitch black scene above you. It was a sight you’d only seen a handful of times in your life, and the memories that accompanied it made you tremble with anxiety.

Shrill screams, blood, maniacal laughter, desperation.

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