the lantern lights up

Jungkook is like drizzling rain and a gentle wind which you feel under the night sky. The soft glow of flowers after the rain stops and the cold damp grass where you plop yourself down and feel the droplets brush on your face from the grass blades. Jeon Jungkook is like the fireworks during summer festivals you see with lanterns lighting up your way in the night. He’s the fireflies you chase out of awe and shed tear when they disappear after making you smile. Jungkook is the heartache that kills you softly but you don’t want it to go away. He’s the warmth of your favorite blanket and the sweetness of your favorite desert. Jungkook is like your wild teenage fantasy but also like the purest, most affectionate kiss on your nose and then you wait for another day to feel all of those emotions again. 


outer space stray puppies // i see the light

All those days chasing down a daydream
All those years living in a blur
All that time never truly seeing
Things, the way they were
Now she’s here shining in the starlight
Now she’s here suddenly I know
If she’s here it’s crystal clear
I’m where I’m meant to go


Historical Fanfic No One Asked For: Blue Coat Red Coat

Steve found his mark in the barn.

He held his wounded belly, chest rising and falling. A wounded, wild animal. He looked up at Steve with all the defiance a dying man could muster. Steve held his bayonet at the ready. He should’ve shot. The man was a rebel, a traitor to the king. But that look in those steel eyes– they spoke of desperation, of a life suppressed and denied freedom. Steve wasn’t daft. In those eyes, Steve saw himself, clear and free of England’s patriotism. He wore the colors of oppression, the symbol of a king who let others die in his stead, he grew up reciting prayers altered to fit a king angered by the Catholic Church. He was a lie, and all it took was that flash, unfiltered, raw and so very clear in the blue coat’s gaze. So Steve lowered his bayonet, dropped to his knees and pulled out his bandages. 

The man flinched away, but his throat betrayed him with mangled whines of pain. He let Steve undo the buttons on his jacket and rip open his cotton shirt. The wound glistened in the barn. Orange flames from Steve’s lantern painted the man’s chest in wild flashes of color. Steve pulled out a flask of water, cleaning the wound. He’d need ale to prevent infection, but Steve couldn’t move him like this. 

“W-why? So you c-can take me prisoner? Torture me for information?” The man spit in Steve’s face. “Fuck you.” 

“No.” Steve wiped the saliva off his cheek. “Because fuck the king. That’s why.” 

The man’s eyes rounded, his sharp gaze was less wolf and more human. His skin even warmed as he relaxed against the hay. 

“Those’re traitor’s words,” he said before coughing. “You’re a captain.” He pointed to the gorget over Steve’s sternum. 

“Yeah well, maybe I’ve seen enough people die for a man who’s too scared to fight his own battles.” 

The man tried to laugh, but it came out garbled and wet. He rested his head back, adam’s apple bobbing. “Welcome to the rebellion, red coat.”

“What’s your name, blue coat?”

The man flashed a smile, his canines glinting in the lantern light. With a wince, he sat up more, holding the bandages where Steve packed the wound. “Get me outta here alive, and I’ll think about telling you.” 


Do Kyungsoo//The Singing Siren

Originally posted by daenso

Summary: You’re a mermaid with a longing to understand the pirates that roam your waters, and he’s a captive sent to your cove to find the treasure that lies in the heart of your island. You know where it is, but why would you tell him? ft. Johnny Seo
Scenario: mermaid!AU/pirate!AU
Word Count: 8, 736

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[New Sides] Draco x Reader

A/N: My first published fic on Tumblr! It is currently 2:49 AM haha,,, I desperately wanted something to start my blog off so it’s not as good as it could’ve been, but still!

Word Cound: 1,742

Warnings: I think there is like one curse word? Hufflepuff Reader. Female pronouns. Has not been proof-read.

Summary: (Name) has a small clothing accident which leads to a flustered Draco and a sweet ending! (Will probably do a part two.)


There she was.

‘Bloody hell, how could someone be that perfect?’


Draco studied her, taking in her features from afar.

He had almost memorized her and the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she would get so lost in her own thoughts in class.

She would walk to the side closest to a wall alongside Neville Longbottom and her Hufflepuff friend Lynne. She would make small conversation and express small emotions. Very rarely would she draw attention to herself, her smiles being short and sweet and her laughs as delicate as a daisy petal.

She had a nervous twitch where she would play with her hair in some shape or form, twiddling it between her index finger and her thumb or curling it around a few times before brushing it out again.

She didn’t like rough flirting. He had figured that out immediately when Cormac approached (Name) and shot out some weird pick up lines, did the thing where he trapped her between two of his arms and backed her against a wall, and basically told her she had to go out on a date with him.

Her answer was obvious when all he received was a hard slap to the face and hard shove backwards.

They were partners in Potions once and Draco found himself staring at her constantly. She was so gentle, yet she knew how to stand up for herself.

He had learned so much about her just by studying her and seeing how she reacted to certain scenarios.

Draco, on the other hand, didn’t even try to approach her. He knew all it would end in was a rejection, and honestly he didn’t want his reputation damaged… No matter how infatuated he was with her.

Draco turned his attention from the Hufflepuff girl scurrying to catch up with her friends.

“… Did you hear me?” Blaise snapped his fingers in front of him, causing him to jump slightly.


“I asked what you were staring at.” Blaise stated, eyes narrowed. “A chick?”

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       There was a country far off the sea,on the land of the east.

  海外存远国 云遥有东土

  I heard it when I was young,Mom said it’s called Tang.

  童稚闻其名 母告吾谓唐

  I once dreamed a poet called Li,wrote a poem on my skin.

  梦遇诗人李 题诗缀吾臂

  But I didn’t know how to read it,so I traveled to find him.

  莫能诵其语 遂别将其觅

  I heard camel bells ring,the vulture fly in the wind.

  沙吹响驼铃 人走见飞鹰

  Far far away from hometown,Dad’s afraid I was too young.

  乡远莫能返 父恐吾尚青

  Ah…..the kids read in morning


  Ah…..the bell tower rings


  Ah…..I pass the temple


  Ah…..the monk smiles to me


  They said there’s a man called Li,he’s famous in Dynasty.

  僧言有李氏 名重王朝倾

  He do poetry with poets in restaurants,left calligraphy on the ground.

  斗诗青楼内 酒醉吐腹轻

  An old sold wine beyond the city,by the road to the moat in the rain.

  路遇翁卖酒 雨沥城门净

  He said that is named An named Chang,so I believed the poet wound be found.

  翁言谓长安 遂入观其景

  Ah…..I see great buildings


  Ah…..In them poets drink and sing


  Ah…..I pass the palace


  Ah……Flowers bloom around me


  Ah…..I see Buddha touching the ceiling


  Ah…..I see Emperor through the street


  Ah…..I pass the lantern


  Ah…..I light up poem on my skin


  I saw a man wear white in the rain,just like the poet in my dream.

  微雨见白衣 恰如梦中影

  He took wine and read a poem,Just like the lyrics of this song.

  把酒笑吟诗 恰如此歌行

  A poem written for the Tang.

Boyfriend Series; Mingyu

- everyone’s always saying how lucky you are for having such a cool and handsome boyfriend
- but you’re like uhhh “cool” and “kim mingyu” shouldn’t be in the same sentence LOL
- for your first date, mingyu takes you to the seoul lantern festival
- and it’s honestly such a beautiful experience
- he takes you out for street food near sunset, and after that, you both walk around the festival area, waiting for it to start
- the second it gets dark, one lantern lights up, then another and another
- before you know it, there are hundreds of beautiful lanterns floating in the water and they’re so vibrant and colorful in contrast to the dark night sky
- seeing just how amazed you look, mingyu takes out his phone and asks a nearby person to take a picture of you two in front of the lanterns
- the person agrees to it and counts “one, two, three…!”
- on three, mingyu cups your face, turns you in his direction, and kisses you right on the lips
- and under the stars, under a sky illuminated by lanterns of all colors, is where you both share your first kiss
- you’re not even going to lie, he was pretty cool that time, but now that you know him so well…… yeah he’s not cool at all
- mingyu likes to tease you a lot
- he likes to place things up high just to make fun of you
- but then while he’s laughing, he hits his head against an open cupboard and you have to hold ice against his forehead like good job mingyu
- the type to act manly while you’re both watching scary movies when he knows he won’t be able to sleep that night
- he loves lying his head on your lap
- you used to do that until he sneezed in your face and you were like honestly. wtf.
- “(name), are you still mad?? it was an accident!!” “don’t talk to me”
- when you catch him coughing in his hand or sneezing into it, right before he touches you, you slap his hand away and take like three steps back
- “mingyu, i am NOT coming near you until you wash your hands i swEAR”
- you both have matching SOCKS and it’s actually so cute???
- you have like five pairs and you both wear a pair when meeting up without telling each other, hoping that you’d both wear the same one coincidentally
- it took like seven tries but still
- his lock screen is a stolen shot of you petting a puppy and he’s going to keep it that way forever because it has the two things he loves the most in one picture
- good luck with his lame jokes
- he likes to say as a joke “aren’t you lucky to have kim mingyu, seventeen’s visual, as your boyfriend?” and once you said “what? isn’t junhui the visual?” and he was so OFFENDED
- he even went up to junhui and said “how dare you” and junhui was like “…did i do something wrong?”
- for someone who could cook and eats a lot, you’d think mingyu’s favorite food is one of his own homemade meals or at least something from a really popular restaurant but no
- he loves your cooking the most
- the type to crack jokes in the middle of something really romantic and just completely ruining the moment
- like you’re both about to kiss, but then he’d make a pun or just a lame joke in general and you’re like “ok no that’s it, you ruined it i’m leaving”
- he gives you piggyback rides all the time
- it’s not like he offers, you randomly jump onto his back and he laughs and just walks around while your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck
- he has to cover his red face whenever you wear his clothes because they’re so big on you and he thinks you look too cute in them
- bumps into everything, drops everything, trips over everything, makes a mess, forgets to bring things, he’s a tall mess LOL
- he loves holding hands with you and you guys always are whenever you go out
- the story behind this is that once, you were both walking through this crowd of people and guess what you lost him in the crowd
- you were like are you kidding me???? thanks to his height, you were able to spot him but geez mingyu you can’t just walk off like that when something catches your eye
- so holding hands is mostly just so that you both won’t get separated LMAO
- (unknown to you, it was all part of mingyu’s plan, he just wanted an excuse to hold it all the time NICE)
- mingyu loves forehead kisses, he actually melts after receiving one but his cheeks also turn bright pink when asking for another one
- he loves kisses on the lips because he likes seeing you go on your tippy-toes to reach his
- kisses are slow and breathy, and he always has his hands on your waist, or his fingers are tracing circles on your arms or the small of your back
- he likes giving you back hugs and swaying from side to side while you hold onto his arms
- always does something so unnecessary to show you that he still and will always love you after a fight
- these stupid antics never fail to make you laugh and that’s exactly what mingyu was hoping for
- he never wants to frown, he never wants you to cry, he never wants you to feel pain
- this is inevitable of course, but at least around him, he wants you to smile because he’s so happy when he’s with you
- and he only hopes you feel the same way
- “can you reach that for me please?”
- mingyu takes the item down for you, and you reward him with a kiss on the cheek after he gives it to you
- “thanks mingyu, i love you!!”
- “(laughs) i love you too, shortie”

I Think I Wanna Marry You (Part 6)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none.

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

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

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

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


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

(Because they do.)

(Even if Dean and Y/N don’t yet…)

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

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

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

“And us?” Y/N asks.

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

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

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

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

And then she’s off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“None of these macho men is my boyfriend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Looks like someone’s a little pyro.”

“Shut up. Dean, now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I’m assuming you feel worse.”

“You assume right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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


“It’s nothing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I f you wanna stay then—“

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

“This isn’t a hunt, now is it?”

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

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

“The wedding’s after tomorrow.”


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

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

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



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

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

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

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


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

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

“And intolerable.”

“And infatuated, clearly, with each other.”

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

Sam knows. And Cas knows.


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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? No.”

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

“He’s in love with you.”


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



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

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

“Can I come in?”

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

“Am I interrupting your slumber party?”

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

He laughs. “Oh, joy.”

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

“Ice-cold, please.”

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

“Giddy? I’m not giddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

“’Atta’ boy.”

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

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

(Because maybe he is giddy after all.)


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

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

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

To Dean.

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

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

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

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


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


Thank you for reading.

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

Body and Soul - Namjoon

Group: BTS
Member: Namjoon
Type: Smut, Devil!AU
word count: 2947

A/N: when LOTR inspiration goes wrong. 

One dick to rule them all, one dick to find them
One dick to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them

He stood outside on the empty, sleeping street in the night. The lights inside the houses dimmed, the yellow lanterns lighting up the grey, dark road he was roaming instead.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose as he caught that familiar sweet scent again. The scent of his next victim. A sly smirk spread across his face as he casually headed towards the house effusing that distinct smell that made his mouth water and all the blood in his body flow down to one particular body part.

The window on the first floor was open on this hot summer night, the gentle breeze making the flimsy curtains billow, sending another dazzling whiff of that delicious aroma his way. He licked his lips as he stared up at the window, knowing he only had to climb his way through it to be with you.

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20-Foot Tall Bamboo Lanterns Light Up San Francisco


These Chinese lanterns entitled Sui Sui Ping An – Peace All Year Round by Hong Kong artist Freeman Lau were so mesmerizing in the dark. They were magical  against the majestic San Francisco City Hall back draft.

I enjoyed taking pictures and walking among the tall 16-20 foot colorful  lanterns while breathing in the cool air.

The exhibit is free and will be around until March 2017.

01.30.17, San Francisco Civic Center

*Sony A600 mirrorless camera, unedited photos

i’m really not sure what inspired this but supercorp tangled au???

( @lenailuthor @msluthor )

  • lena has been locked up in the tower for as long as she can remember. it is lonely in there, and with each year that passes, the walls seem to squeeze a little tighter. the light seems to dim a little more. she has read every book a hundred times, drawn over ever inch of empty wall
  • she wants to be free, wants to explore and wander and see the lanterns that rise once every year–(they rise on her birthday, a flurry of light in the sky like someone out there cares about her. she knows better than to truly believe it, truly believe that she is wanted, missed. it doesn’t stop her from hoping)–but lillian will never let her. she will never leave
  • so lena resigns herself to a life in the bleak tower with only her chameleon jess to keep her company
  • things change a week before the lanterns rise for the twenty-fourth time. things change when a girl comes flying through the window, runs straight into lena
  • lena, in fear, smacks her right in the face with the book she is holding
  • when the girl comes to, she is tied to a chair, lena standing nervously before her. wh–who are you? how did you know where to find me?
  • the girl strains against the bindings and sighs. look, i don’t know why you’re in this tower, but i definitely didn’t mean to find you, okay? i’m—kinda hiding from the guard here. i might have stolen a piece of gold or two. but! i’m not bad, okay? i’m– i’m like robin hood. steal from the rich, give to the poor. but, well. uh. see— the police don’t always agree with me.
  • they stare at each other. kara continues, i’m kara, by the way. and i kind of need to get out of here and my horse, krypto, is tied up down below, so if you could let me go—
  • jess the chameleon squeaks from the other side of the room: don’t you dare, lena. 
  • lena dares
  • you have a horse? you have… a way to leave? it is shocking, somehow, this chance for freedom. she has to take it. she has to, she has to: can i come with you?

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There’s a moment, when Sam lights the lantern and the warm glow of it illuminates the cut of his jaw, where Dean is thrown back like whiplash, wheeling through space and time to another cabin, another clear night in the forest with a kaleidoscope of spinning stars overhead and the weight of a bullet rattling heavy in his pocket—

(Sam lit the lanterns then with shaking hands, bleeding too much too fast through fingers pressed bloodless and numb to his side. The flame cast shadows on the planes of his face, pale and drained and contorted with staggering pain, flickered and danced quietly there until he lay lifeless on the cold floor—the last guttering echo of him.)

The memory makes Dean shudder. Then Sam looks up at him with the reflected light burning in his eyes—their myriad colours swallowed up by darkness—and Dean shakes his head, whispers nothing and just cold into the empty space between them, vows silently that Sam will be breathing when the sun rises.

Don't Open, Dead Inside

Because Black Kat is a horrible enabler. Also, it’s her birthday. Belated, but whatever. (To say nothing of the fact that I really wanna write this.)


If Genma makes one more clucking noise, Kurama is going to shove his fist down his throat. And that’s not counting Kakashi’s snickering. The cyclops he’s not particularly worried about, Kakashi will wither in the face of sleeping on the couch for a few months, but Genma won’t shut up unless the redhead makes him. And making humans shut up is just so messy.

It really is his fault, though. He’s the one who goes around adopting people. But they just look so horrible that he can’t help himself. Kushina calls it his ‘Pathetic life-force thing; except completely out of control.’ She then usually spends the next twenty minutes laughing at him. He still hasn’t figured out why, but Kurama is pretty damn sure that he doesn’t want to know.

He sighs, faint and brief, little more than a breath of air, and looks down at the small girl holding Naruto’s hand. The blond beams up at him, bright and innocent. “Kurama-nii!” he practically cheers, dragging the obviously Hyūga girl over. “This is Hinata-chan! Isn’t she pretty?”

Hinata pinks, cheeks shading as she averts her eyes. Kurama drops to kneel in front of her, reaching out so he can tug her chin up enough to look her in the eye. “Yes, Naruto-kun,” Kurama agrees, “very pretty.” Behind him, Genma is making those damned clucking noises again, and Kurama is probably three inches away from ripping out that bastard’s throat. His chakra spikes, just the slightest, and the redhead can’t help the fanged smirk that crosses his lips when Genma yelps as his feet are swept out from underneath him. Sometimes having fox summons is very useful, indeed.

Honestly, he knew going in that he’d probably be clucked at, but if he hears “Kurmama” whispered one more time, he’s going to go ballistic.


The whole incident starts when Hinata darts into the house, looking like she’s going to cry and Kurama has to stomp down the urge to murder someone. She halts in front of him, sniffs once, and then looks up with huge eyes, tears glistening in their depths. Kurama doesn’t know what she wants him to do, but he’s pretty sure it’s not going to be fun. “It’s father,” she finally says. “He’s sick. Really sick; has been for two and a half weeks already, and no one will let me see him to make sure he’s okay.” Hinata blinks wide eyes at him. “You’ll help me, right, Kurama-nii?”

Kurama has the strange sensation that he’s going to regret this, even as he sighs and nods and says, “Sure,” and watches as her face lights up like someone shined a lantern on it. “Tonight we’ll go check on you father.” She nods, grabs Naruto’s hand, and goes to play with some of the others. Kurama buries his face in his hands and goes to check out security on the Hyūga compound.

(If he isn’t going to regret this, he’ll… he’ll… He doesn’t know what he’ll do, but it won’t be pretty.)


Considering the fact that Kurama is hauling a pint-sized minion along, getting into the heart of the Hyūga compound is disturbingly easy. Granted, it might just be the fact that Hinata knows all of the patrol routes and alerts Kurama every time someone gets near, but still. Too damn easy for him to be really comfortable.

(He doesn’t really think about the fact that he might just be that good.)

Either way, they make it to the room Hiashi’s in without any trouble and Kurama slides open the door just enough for the two of them to slip into the room. It’s mostly dark and the redhead frowns slightly, already lifting a hand to light the lanterns on the wall. Hiashi is lying on a futon in the center of the room, hand thrown over his face. He looks downright miserable and Hinata immediately scurries over to her father’s side. “Father?” she asks quietly, and the hand shifts, moves, and then pulls away from a pale face. Equally pale eyes are lined in heavy, dark bags that speak of a lack of sleep.

Hiashi opens his mouth, clearly surprised to see Hinata, when his body jerks, a harsh, hacking cough ripping its way out. His chest heaves as he curls into himself a little, body shaking from the force and breath ragged. “Kami,” Kurama mutters, suddenly understanding why Hinata wasn’t allowed to see her father. He also understands that the Hyūga healers are not used to dealing with common colds. Horrific wounds, yes; common colds, no.

Hinata whirls around at the sound of his voice, clearly having forgotten that he was there, and her eyes glisten with tears. “You,” she begins quietly, “you took care of Naruto-kun when he was sick…”

Kurama buries his face into his hands. “I can’t believe this,” he grouses, already in the process of bundling Hiashi up and flinging him over his shoulder before turning back towards the door. “I really can’t.”

“So don’t,” Hinata returns, once again cheerful. In the bundle, Hiashi splutters a little before falling silent and just hanging there limply, defeated.

“This is kidnapping, you know.”

“No it’s not. You have permission from the Clan Heir.” Hinata smiles up at Kurama and the fox sighs, scoops her up, and begins bounding over the rooftops towards their own home, mind already thinking of all the chicken soup and tea he’s going to feed Hiashi. Because, honestly, colds are horrible.

Feelings (Thomas/Newt)

part two to caught in the middle:

Originally posted by imagines-for-all-the-fandoms

Originally posted by ninja-stiles

(this Dylan O'Brien gif though. *starts panting from how sexy he looks)

warning: Newt talking about attempted suicide. A lot of feels in this one.  

“you bitch!” Gally growled grabbing me out of my hammock.

He was dragging me to the pit. I just let him at this point.

“you’re hurting me Gally.” I said trying to remove his hand from around my wrist.

We were attracting the attention of some of the other gladers now.

“hey get the hell off of her you shank.” Minho said running up to me.

Minho tried to pry Gally’s hand off of me but Gally wasn’t budging. I saw Thomas now running straight for Gally. Thomas tackled Gally to the ground bringing me down with them. I felt my wrist crack as Gally didn’t let go until we fell. Thomas was on top of Gally punching him. Gally fought back sending a punch straight in Thomas’s face.

“ENOUGH.” Newt screamed.

Minho and Winston grabbed Thomas while other gladers grabbed Gally separating the two boys.

“look you shanks, Alby is done for so that means I’m in charge. We have to stick together. Thomas and y/n a night in the pit for attacking Gally.” Newt said.

Minho and Winston took Thomas over to the pit tossing him down in one of the holes. Newt grabbed my shirt pulling me off the ground.

“I’m not a child I can walk myself.” I said trying to get out of Newt’s grasp.

“yeah well you’re certainly acting like one.” Newt snapped.

I dug my heels in the ground so he would stop. He did, letting go and turning to look at me. I slapped him hard across the face making all the gladers around us cringe.

“at least i’m not acting like a piece of klunk!” I screamed as angry tears fell down my cheek.

Newt rubbed his jaw probably very annoyed with me right now. I turned away from him walking straight to the pit, jumping down in to the hole beside Thomas.

“Now it’s two days.” Newt said slamming the door shut.

I felt the tears fall down my cheeks. I didn’t understand him. He claimed he loves me but then treats me like this. More importantly why did I care that much?

“y/n?” Thomas said breaking me from my train of thoughts.

“yeah?” I said trying to hide my distraught voice.

“are you okay?” Thomas asked.

“I’m fine.” I tried to say convincingly but my voice betrayed me.

Thomas was quiet and all you could hear was the maze changing.

“I’m sorry I got you in trouble.” I said running my hands through the dirt in the pit.

“eh Gally deserved it.” Thomas said chuckling.

I laughed too. Thomas just had something about him, he could easily put a smile on my face.

“yeah he did.” I said laughing still.

“has he always been this much of a shuck face?” Thomas asked laughing louder.

“oh yeah but somehow I think he’s gotten worse as the days go on.” I said not able to hold my laugh in either.

“well I think you did more damage to him than I did. Remind me never to piss you off.” Thomas said his laughter dying down.

He hasn’t mentioned what happened between him, Newt and I and for that I was very thankful. There was a silence again that fell between us.

“Hey Tommy.” I spoke looking down at my feet.

“yeah?” He spoke.

“thanks for sticking up for me again, I really don’t deserve your kindness.” I said kicking a stone near my foot.

Thomas was silent for a few seconds.

“we should try to get some sleep.” Thomas said.

I sighed laying down in the dirt. I closed my eyes but knew that it was a mute point. I would not be getting any sleep tonight. About two hours passed before I heard rustling coming towards the pit. A lantern was shining in my eyes forcing me to bring my hand up to cover them. The door to the pit was opened and someone dropped down in beside me. Through the glow of the lantern I could now see that it was Newt.

“I brought you some water.” He said tossing me a canteen filled with water.

I grabbed it taking a swig. Newt sat down opposite of me pulling his knees to his chest. We sat in silence. I wasn’t going to forgive him so easily this time.

“let me see your wrist.” He said extending his hand.

I sat still for a second not sure if I should or not. I slowly extended my arm out putting my wrist in his outstretched hand.

“it bruised but it doesn’t look broken.” Newt said dropping my hand.

We sat there silent again. It felt like hours but really it was a couple of minutes.

“Did I ever tell you the story of how I got my limp?” Newt asked looking into the flame of the lantern.

I shook my head no. I could just make out his hard facial features in the glow from the lantern.

“I jumped.” He said simply.

“Jumped? From where?” I questioned, sitting up closer to him.

“from the maze walls.” He said sitting closer to me too.

Our shoulders and knees were now touching as we shared the glow from the lantern.

“Newt why would you jump?” I asked trying to process everything he was telling me.

He was silent. I didn’t rush him for an answer knowing he’d tell me when he was ready.

“I wanted to die.” Newt said grabbing my hand an tracing patterns on the back of it.

I could tell this was difficult for him to talk about.

“I didn’t see a point in going on if this was all there was. I was sad all the time. I didn’t want to be here.” Newt continued.

I put my head on his chest letting him wrap his arms around me. I stayed silent listening to his story.

“obviously I miscalculated and I didn’t kill myself, just broke my bloody leg. Alby had me on some sort of suicide watch after that. It took time, but eventually my leg healed my heart didn’t though.” Newt continued taking a deep breath.

I could feel the tears falling down my cheek.

“I acted around Alby so everyone would leave me alone, but nothing helped, that was until that month when a new greenie came up in the box. It was a girl.” Newt said taking a hand and stroking it through your hair.

I sobbed some more, realizing he was talking about me.

“things changed mighty quick after that. I dropped down in the box and saw how scared she was. It tugged at my broken heart strings. I wanted to make her feel better. I wanted to protect her, I wanted to comfort her when she was sad, I wanted to make sure she never had the scared look in her eyes again. But the truth is she never needed me. She got used to the glade fairly quickly. She could hold her own against the boys, she could run fast and she wasn’t afraid of the monsters that lurked beyond the walls. She was smart and she knew how to make it on her own.  She never needed me, but she never knew how much I needed her. ” Newt said stopping for a second to stop his voice from shaking.

I turned around in his arms burying my face in his neck. He could feel my warm tears hitting his skin.

“I purposely put her hammock right by my hut so when I woke up from my horrible nightmares all I had to do was walk outside and see her sleeping peacefully and I knew that as long as she was here nothing could ever be that bad. I felt my broken heart start to gravitate towards her. I was terrified when she became a runner. I knew if I lost her, I would lose myself too. She got stuck in the maze and I didn’t try to save her. I sat outside all night and cried thinking about how much she has done for me and I couldn’t even save her. I owe everything to Thomas because he did save her. He was brave, he was selfless, he was strong, just like her. I became scared then that because she had someone who was strong, brave, and smart like herself that she wouldn’t want to be around a broken, weak, and useless boy anymore.” Newt said his voice cracking at the last part.

I picked my head up. In the light of the lantern I could just see the tears rolling down his cheeks. I wiped one away.

“Newt your not broken, weak, or useless. Newt continuing when you wanted to die, that’s the strongest thing I’ve ever heard someone do. You’re brave, strong, and smart in your own way Newt.” I said tears falling down my cheeks too.

I put my head back on his chest and we just sat there in each others embrace for a little while.

“Newt that girl, she needed you too. She needed you to be there for her, she needed you to vent to when the other boys were annoying her, she needed you to listen to her stories about what she was going to do if they ever got out of this place, she needed you to laugh with. Newt you were and are everything that girl needed.” I said sitting up again and facing him.

“I love you.” Newt said resting his forehead on mine.

I placed my lips on his kissing him gently. He cupped my cheek with his hand pulling me closer to him. He licked my bottom lip asking for entrance, which of course I allowed. I straddled his lap kissing him more deeply than ever before. I pulled away out of breath.

“I love you too.” I said the words falling from my lips.

little did I know we had woke Thomas and he heard the whole thing.

two cliffhangers in one day? I’m a terrible person. I’m not sorry though, now you guys will have to come back for Part Three!! Seriously though I cried writing this.

With You {Part 2}

Mark x Reader x Jinyoung
Genre: AU/Fluff/ Angst
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Fiancee. Daughter. Mark was taken by surprise as he looked at the three of you standing in front of him. He was too busy focusing on your smile that he had missed the now apparent diamond on your left hand.

Jinyoung reached out his hand and smiled, “Hi, nice to meet you. You’re Dorine and Raymond’s son, the one who lived in Asia.”

 Mark’s gaze was only on you, you tucked your hair behind your ear, fidgeting at the situation that was occurring right now. He grasped Jinyoung’s hand and shook it, forcing a smile on his face. “Hi, nice to meet you. Welcome.”

You stared as your fiancée and your ex shook hands, your daughter remained clinging to your leg. You felt so uneasy, feeling your legs wobble as the situation made you anxious. You bent down to meet eye level with your daughter, pulling a cupcake from the table you handed it to her. “Why don’t you and Jinyoung go and find a place to eat this cupcake while mommy talks with her friend.”

 Your daughter’s eyes widened at the cupcake, “Come on! Let’s go eat!” she said in excitement before running off again.

You looked at Jinyoung and smiled, “I’ll catch up with you two in a bit.”

 “Alright, nice meeting you Mark.” Jinyoung said already glancing to see where your daughter ran off too, then he turned to follow after her.

 It was silent, the tension surrounding both of you was thick. You scrambled to find something to say expecting to be the first one to speak but Mark beat you to it, “Wow, she looks so much like you.” Mark stated as he watched your daughter from a far. “Jinyoung probably hears that a lot I’m guessing.”

 “Jinyoung isn’t her biological father,” you stated, cursing yourself for speaking to hastily.  It had become a habit for you to explain the situation to others “Her biological father isn’t in the picture.” You quickly added. You glanced at Jinyoung who sat with your daughter, peeling the wrapping around the cupcake for her, “But Jinyoung is basically a father to her.”

 As if Mark wasn’t surprised already, now he was really caught off guard. He didn’t know what to say, a part of him hurt a little and another part of him was curious to know what lead the father to not be a part of the picture. Except, that was none of his business. He noticed the way you fumbled with your dress and how uncomfortable you looked. He was starting to feel pretty awkward himself.

 “The cupcakes look great by the way,” he said shifting topics and trying to ease the atmosphere.

“Thank you, definitely give one a try,” relieved that he didn’t pry any further, you smiled at him, “I should get going and make sure Jinyoung doesn’t let her eat the whole cupcake before dinner,” that was a lie, you just didn’t want to be there with him right now.

 “Yeah no for sure,” Mark nodded, “It was good seeing you Y/N.”

 “You too,” you smiled at him as you walked off.

 Mark stared after you, you may have looked the same, but your life was completely different. How did he not know that you were engaged? Or that you had a child? Surely both of your parents would have talked and there was no way news like this could have been kept hidden. He was more out of the loop than he thought while he was in Asia. He needed a drink to settle his thoughts. Mark made his way over to the bar and poured himself a whiskey on the rocks. The cool malty drink warmed his chest as he sipped and made his way over to the patio. He leaned against the rail to get a full view of the celebration. Once again his eyes found you in the crowd. You were sitting at the table, your daughter sitting on your mother’s lap while you fanned her with a napkin. He watched as Jinyoung walked over with two plates of food and set it down in front of you, casually slipping his arm around your shoulder as he laughed at something your mother said. Mark felt a twinge of envy as he observed the three of you together. He went to take another sip of his drink only to find it empty, setting his glass down beside him he rested his elbows on the rail. His gaze still fixated on you.

 “Here, looks like you could use another,” Mark’s father walked over with two glasses in hand and handed one to his son. His eyes followed to where Mark was staring. “She’s a spitting image of how Y/N looked growing up isn’t she?”

 Mark took a sip letting the estery flavor coat his mouth before swallowing, “Did you know?” he asked his father.

 “Your mom and I both knew, but we figured it was none of our business to share her news.” His father said, his expression apologetic. Like Mark, he wasn’t one to pry into other’s personal lives.

 Mark remained quiet, as he always is when he has a lot on his mind. Why was it that as he watched you smiling at your daughter, another man’s arms draped around your shoulder, he still wanted you? How many times had he thought about you and him together, regretful for the way things ended? It was so hard for him to let you go these past years but you had obviously moved on.   

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If We Don’t Make It...

@whispersandwhiskerburn - Angel, I made it!! :D 

This fic is for Angel’s 2K Follower Celebration - congratulations again, girl!

My song prompt was “Broken” by Lifehouse, and the dialogue prompt was “If we don’t make it out of this, I need you to know…”

Here’s a little taste of the lyrics:

The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
Tried my best to be guarded
I’m an open book instead
I still see your reflection
Inside my eyes
That are looking for a purpose
They’re still looking for life

Sometimes darkness can be so absolute.

You lie there for a second, listening. Then you try and shift your body, feel that everything is still there and mobile, not trapped under debris or broken or bleeding profusely. “Dean?” you whisper, then try to move. God, it hurts. All of it. You feel like a football team used you as a tackle dummy. “Dean?” you say a little louder, then force yourself to sit up, moaning softly. You hear a rustle nearby, and you freeze, not sure if it’s him.

A clutch of panic freezes your lungs for a moment, your heart pounding almost painfully in your chest. It couldn’t be the wendigo, Dean shot that thing right in its gut, and you saw it burst into flames before it reared up, hitting the rotten timbers of the ceiling and sending them crashing down on you both. The opening you had entered through is now sealed off with tons of dirt and debris, but at the moment, you just want to find Dean.

A groan and the sound of movement shifts your attention directly to your left. “Dean! Are you okay?”

A quiet ‘fuck!’ reaches your ears, and then, “I’m fine. Are you hurt? Can you move?” You reach out a hand and collide with one of his, and he holds on firmly. “Are you bleeding anywhere?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t think anything serious. How about you? Damn it, I wish we had a light!”

“I… I think I might have a slight problem.” A flare of flame sears your retinas, leaving you momentarily blind before vision fades slowly back in the glow of his lighter. You inhale sharply at the sight before you, your hand flying to cover your mouth for a moment before speaking.

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