understanding in a crash

Dean being hit by a love spell, and seeing Cas first - and falling for him, magically.

And Sam’s ready to hold his brother back from any embarrassing behaviour, anything he’ll regret later - but Dean handles it like a pro. He keeps his hands to himself - barely pats Cas on the shoulder to say goodnight, barely says a word out of place, as they sit in the bunker and try to figure out how to break the spell. There’s a feeling, sometimes, when Dean looks at Cas… a feeling of something deep moving beneath the surface, of a powerful emotion - but Dean keeps it perfectly in check.

“How are you doing that?” Sam says. “Is it a weak spell?”

Dean, jaw clenched - fire in his blood, burning alive - shakes his head slowly. “It’s strong,” he says. I’ve got practice, he almost adds.

Cas comes to see him that night, late. Dean’s awake, of course, researching in his room, laptop glowing brightly. He jerks his head up sharply when Cas knocks at the door, always alert.

“Cas,” Dean says. “Come in.”

“You’re sure? With the spell, it won’t be too…” Cas pauses, awkward. Dean shakes his head.

“It’s alright,” he says - and then makes the first and only mistake that the spell pushes out of him. “I’m used to it,” he adds.

They both pause. Dean stares at Cas in a kind of paralysed silence - unable to believe that now, now, after all these years of quietness, he has twisted a little of his feelings into words.

“I would ask you how it feels,” Cas says, eventually. He’s standing half-inside the door, tense. “But I believe I know already.”

There’s a moment of utter noiselessness - but to Dean, to Cas, it’s the loudest few seconds of their lives. Understanding crashes into them both; without words, louder than words, with eyes alone, they tell each other everything.

It turns out, the only thing needed to break the spell is a single kiss.

They make sure the spell is completely broken, though, by not leaving it at one.

there is the ‘push pull’ in scorpio, an inertia met with a storm. there is the very reposed scorpio. emotions are felt with severity and yet the face remains focused and placid. the waves of feeling crash within like a hurricane, and they understands these clouds will pass.

or there is the loss of control, the trance of emotion where the swells of rage and resentment surface, and its mostly the fury at the self that is subjected onto others. they explode and project, also there is the risk of becoming emotionally demanding and exhausting loved ones. the scorpio then feels ashamed about the outburst

and yet scorpio is fixed, but can be trapped in their ways. maybe the person expresses both.

in each demonstration the trauma within remains concealed and private. the scorpio doesn’t want to be defined by his pain, they want to be defined by pure presence and legacy

Being judgmental isn’t just toxic and negative and gross, it’s actually really tiring. Going around and hearing people and then sending it through your filters in your brain of morality and seeing which side that person or that behavior comes out on — it’s just no way to live. It’s really a drag.
—  Comic Pete Holmes on coming to a new understanding of his Christian faith
Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Ten/Finale)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Masterlist for the other parts of this story

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There was comfortable silence between you and Jughead as the two of you walked hand in hand together down the street. Your feet were cold on the gravel, your heels forgotten and swinging from your free hand. You didn’t know where you were going but you didn’t care. The dance was forgotten about although you could still hear the faint music. You were with Jughead. That was the only thing that mattered. Every now and then you would sneak a peek at the raven-haired teen. You tried to memorize the way the moonlight bounced off him. The way he smiled at you when he thought you weren’t looking. Everything.

Suddenly, Jughead stopped and turned to look at you.

“Okay, close your eyes.” he said.

You rose your eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes.

“Trust me.” he said, smiling.

You sighed but closed your eyes nonetheless.

“Making me the next Jason Blossom?” you joked.

Jughead snorted.

He began to lead you off the gravel road and soon enough your feet felt the hard ground turn to grass.

“Over here.” Jughead said.

Eventually he stopped.

“Can I open my eyes now?” you asked.

“Not yet. Take a seat first,”

You sighed again and sat down, putting your shoes next to you. You heard Jughead sit next to you and felt his warm palms on your shoulders.

“Okay,” he said quietly. “Open them,”

You opened your eyes.

As you looked around, you saw that the two of you were in the middle of the park, surrounded by swing sets and jungle gyms and money bars.

You looked up and your mouth dropped open.

The sky, which had previously been covered by trees as you walked in the street had opened up, revealing the beautiful night sky. The full moon shone brightly and there were millions upon million of stars to be seen.

“Not bad, huh?” Jughead asked as he removed his hands from your shoulders.

You looked at the beaming boy whose face was inches away from yours.

“It’s beautiful.” you said.

Jughead smiled shyly before he leaned in, kissing you softly. You smiled into the kiss as your arms wrapped around Jughead’s arm, your fingers running over the few black locks of hair resting on Jughead’s neck that had escaped from his beanie. He stopped kissing you when a sudden gust of wind hit your bare arms making you shiver. Jughead frowned as he looked at you.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“No, I’m fine,” you said. “It’s just—”

You were cut off when you saw Jughead quickly taking his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders.

You smiled as him as you pulled the warm fabric closer to you.

“Thank you.” you mumbled.

Jughead smirked and draped his arm around you. The two of you lied down and you snuggled into the younger teen’s warm chest, Jughead’s arm pulling you closer to him. The two of you looked up at the night sky, looking up at the sky.

You didn’t know how long you laid there for before Jughead spoke again.

“What’s her name?” Jughead asked suddenly.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. Jughead looked panicked.

“I, uh, I-I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he rambled, convinced he had ruined everything. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said—”

To his surprise, you giggled, cutting him off.

You changed your position so you were facing him, your elbow supporting your head as you rested it on your fist. Jughead mimicked your position, watching you warily.

“It’s okay,” you said. “After what you said to me earlier, um, I feel like it’s easier to talk about. Still hard, yeah. But it’s easier,” you said.

Jughead nodded.

“Her name is Lily,” you said. “Her father… he used to get me flowers. Almost everyday. He’d go outside and pick a whole bunch of them for me. They were lilies. He, um, passed away before Lily was born and I guess I just wanted to find a way to connect her name to him. Even if she would never know who he was. Or who I am for that matter.”

Jughead’s eyes widened.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said again. “I didn’t know he died.”

You smiled softly at him.

“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “It’s… been a while. The ache never really goes away but I’m making my way. One day at a time.”

Jughead nodded again.

“Do your brothers—”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “They don’t know about Lily. Castiel, you know, the one always wearing that trench coat; he knows. He helped me run away and kept me hidden unless Lily was born.”

Jughead’s eyes widened.

““Hidden?”” he repeated. “From what?”

You sighed.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, Y/N, it does,” Jughead said. “Are you in danger?”

You sighed, tried to figuring out a way to phrase your job.

Hey, Jughead, I kinda sorta kill monsters for a living, and I’ve occasionally fought the Devil himself. No big deal. Oh, and my dead boyfriend was killed by a rogue angel using my brother’s body as a vessel.

You shook your head again.

“No,” you said.

Not immediate danger.

“I told you how I had kind of a weird job, right?”

Jughead nodded.

“Well… sometimes that job’s dangerous,”

Sometimes? Try all the time.

“There are thi— people out there who want to hurt me,” you corrected yourself. “But it’s okay. It’s part of the job. Besides, my brothers have my back. So does Castiel.”

“Y/N—”

“Jughead, please don’t worry,” you nearly begged. “I’m okay, alright?”

Jughead looked like he wanted to say more. And he did. He wanted to beg you to tell him everything. To stay with him and Archie so they could protect you from whatever wanted to hurt you. But as he looked into your pleading eyes, he melted and couldn’t say anything else.

“Okay.” he said hoarsely.

You let out a sigh of relief once you realized Jughead wasn’t going to press you further. The two of you lied back down and you snuggled back into Jughead’s chest, closing your eyes. The silence returned but Jughead felt tense under you. Like he wanted to say something else.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” he suddenly asked softly.

You froze in his arms, eyes opening as you looked at his sad expression.

“I, uh, saw your brothers in Pop’s the other day. I, um, decided to eavesdrop a little bit. Thought I could maybe find out how you were doing. Instead I heard them talking about going home or something.” he said.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “We leave tomorrow.”

You heard Jughead give a defeated exhale.

“W-Will I ever see you again? I can still text you, right?” he asked weakly.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you slowly shook your head.

“I—Jughead, I wish. It won’t—It can’t—” you stopped before you began to cry.

You would never see Jughead again. He wouldn’t be able to contact you. Texting someone from a different universe? It was impossible.

“If you don’t want to see me—”

“No!” you exclaimed. “Jughead, I…”

You felt tears rolling down your face.

“I-I love you,” you said.

Jughead’s eyes widened at your confession.

“I love you,” you said again. “I never thought I could love someone the way I love you again. I don’t want to leave. But it’s my home. Everything I know is there. Family, friends, my life. And I can’t just leave it. I-I need you to understand that.”

Jughead was silent as he contemplated your words. and you got more and more nervous as the silence stretched on and on.

What if this was it? What if he just got up and left? What if he didn’t understand? What if he decided—

Jughead’s lips crashing against yours snapped you out of your thoughts. The freshly fallen tears on his cheeks mixed with yours and you could taste salt. You immediately kissed him back roughly, your teeth clacking together. But neither of you cared. When you pulled away for air, you were filled with relief when you saw Jughead smiling softly at you despite the tears in his eyes.

“I love you, too.” he said.

There were no more words to be spoken. He understood.

“Just… do me a favor, okay?” Jughead asked.

You nodded as you turned around to face the teen.

Jughead had walked you all the way back to the motel. He offered to get the car and drive you home but you declined. The more time you could spend with Jughead the better. You had walked hand in hand the entire way back. You talked about your favorite moments together, teasing each other with your little inside jokes, and had even stopped for a quick milkshake at Pop’s. One last time.

“Of course.”

Jughead sighed.

“Tell your brothers. About Lily,”

Your opened your mouth to protest but you were cut off by Jughead again.

“Please,” he said. “You’ll feel a lot better. And I know they’ll listen to you and help you out. I’ve seen the way they look at you. They look terrified. Like they think you’re gonna leave again without any warning. Y/N, I don’t think they’ll be able to handle that again.”

You let out a shaky sigh.

“Jughead…”

“Just talk to them. Please?” Jughead asked.

You nodded.

“Okay,” you said. “When we get home, I’ll talk to them.”

Jughead let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” he whispered.

You gave a small smile to the teen.

“I, um,” you began, unsure of what to say. “I guess I’ll see you around, Mr. Jones.”

Jughead smirked as he took a step closer to you.

“I’ll see you around, Ms. Winchester.” he said softly.

He dipped down, capturing your lips in one last passionate kiss. You kissed back with just as much fervor, neither of you wanting this moment to end. When you finally pulled away, the two of you looked at each other sadly. Jughead began to back away, eyes never leaving yours.

“Goodbye.” he said softly.

Tears welled in your eyes again.

“Bye.” you said back, watching him as he turned around, beginning the walk back to the school.

You closed the door, back sliding down on it. You dropped your shoes next to you and looked at the clock.

2:24

You needed to get to bed. You had to be up bright and early tomorrow. Willing yourself not to cry again, you took a deep breath again and got under your covers, not caring you were still wearing your dress or makeup.

The next day. 12 pm.

Jughead Jones sat at his usual booth at Pop’s, staring at his computer. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he could seem to get any words out. He looked down at his phone, debating about what he should do. You were gone. He had tried to visit your motel room around noon only to find everything gone. There was no trace of you or the others. You had just… disappeared. It was like you were never there.

Eventually deciding he had nothing to lose, he typed a quick message to you before sending it out, taking a deep breath. 

A guy could try, right?

Across a million billion trillion universes, you settled into one of the chairs in the Bunker, smirking at Dean as he strutted around the main area.

“Ah, it’s good to be back!” Dean exclaimed as he took a swig of beer.

Sam chuckled while Castiel just looked at the eldest Winchester blankly.

After transporting back to your universe, the four of you were now back home after you finally killed the witch who transported you there. You wished that your brothers wouldn’t have to kill her but once you found out she was terrorizing the rest of the town and killing more and more people, you had to put a stop to it.

Your phone’s screen lighting up made you look down at it.

(1) New message from Mr. Jones

Your heartbeat quickened.

Could it be?

You reached for the phone before you stopped yourself. Despite the fact that you were dying to, you didn’t dare open the message. Not yet. Jughead’s words from the night before resonated in your head and you took a deep breath. You had something to do first.

“Hey, guys?” you asked.

The three men turned to you.

“I, um, I have something to tell you.”

Chuck smiled as he watched you and Jughead each in your respective universes.

“Father…” an angel beside him began. “Pardon me for questioning you, but why have you allowed contact via technology between the Winchester girl and Jones boy? They live in different universes. How will they ever see each other again?”

Chuck’s smile didn’t falter.

“They’ll find a way. It’s what Winchesters and Joneses do.”

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A/N: That’s it! I hope you guys enjoyed it!! I originally was going to have a much more angsty ending, but I just couldn’t do it (and I love writing angst!)

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radioactivepeasant  asked:

(For the 3 sentence fic thing) maybe Vader discovering Luke in a thoroughly bizarre situation (pre or post ESB, up to you) that is Probably Dangerous, and Luke is trying very hard not to be relieved to see him.

Okay, here we go, the last 3 sentence fic that came in before I closed prompts (if you sent one in after I closed the prompts, I’ll probably get to it eventually, but for now I’m shifting focus back to Allegiance.) This is one more than three sentences, yet again. Hopefully it makes up for the long wait.


If they got out of this alive, Luke was going to strangle Wes; it was his fault that half of Rogue Squadron, including Wedge, had been captured by Zygerrian slavers, and Luke had had to suspend his search for Boba Fett and Han to come flying to the rescue. But now he was staring down a blaster set to stun, with another slaver holding a much more lethal blaster to Wedge’s temple, and Luke let his lightsaber drop. He shuddered as it hit the floor, and tried to ignore the tangled panic in his stomach when the slaver stepped forward with a pair of what looked like Force-suppressing binders, a sickening leer on his face.

Just before the binders snapped closed around his wrists, cutting him off from the Force, he felt it roil with dark fury, and his head jerked up just in time to see Vader crash through the door, his lightsaber blazing as it cut down the nearest slaver. Luke gasped, unexpected relief flooding through him and threatening to send him to his knees; he was already a little dizzy and disoriented from the sudden lack of the Force’s grounding light. His father, and it was still a little odd to think of Vader as his father, even though he knew it was true, was at his side before he could do much more than sway unsteadily, grabbing his arm and pulling him close even as all the blasters in the room were yanked away from their owners and crushed in midair with small explosions. Luke flinched, his eyes darting to Wedge to make sure his friend was alright. The pilot’s dark eyes were wide and there was a slight bruise on his cheek from an earlier scuffle, but he seemed otherwise unharmed.

“I should have allowed those to explode in your hands,” Vader snarled, his low voice vibrating against Luke’s back where it was pressed to his father’s chest, “but that is something my son should never have to witness.”

Luke stiffened, his breath catching in horror as he looked at Wedge again. His eyes were even wider now, if that were possible, and he opened his mouth as though to ask a question but snapped it back shut before he said anything. There was something like confusion around his eyes, but he didn’t look betrayed, though Luke was having a harder time reading him without the use of the Force. He had not realized how much he had depended on it, even subconsciously, until he was stripped of his connection with it. He wanted it back.

He felt Vader tense behind him and shift his grip, pulling Luke slightly to the side and out of the way as he threw his saber, the red blade scything through the air, and Luke cried out as the slaver holding Wedge pulled the pilot in front of him as a shield. But the lightsaber arched back to Vader’s hand after slicing through the rest of the slavers, leaving Wedge and his captor untouched. Luke leaned back against his father in relief.

“Release the pilot,” Vader demanded, pointing his blade at the last remaining slaver in the room. Luke was honestly surprised that none of them had called for backup yet. Perhaps Vader had knocked out the communications on their base, or they had been too caught by surprise at the appearance of the Empire’s Second-in-Command. The Zygerrian sneered and moved so Wedge was even more thoroughly between him and Vader.

“The Empire supports slavery. Why do you care if we take these Rebels off your hands, Lord Vader? You should have no objection.”

Vader growled and tensed again, and Luke feared he was going to throw the saber again, Wedge being used as a shield or no.

“Father, please,” he whispered. Vader ignored him, other than to hold him just a little tighter, the arm around Luke’s waist not allowing him to move away.

“The Empire condoning slavery,” Vader said, his low voice tightly controlled, though Luke feared it wouldn’t take much for that control to snap, “still does not excuse your attempt to enslave my freeborn son, Rebel or not.” Luke gasped at the emphasis, sudden understanding crashing in on him. He’d always known his father had been a slave as a child, but he hadn’t really thought about it in the context of Vader being his father. The two pieces of knowledge had remained separate in his mind after Bespin, the truth of Darth Vader having been a slave a little too odd a concept. Luke doubted the Zygerrian slaver would miss the emphasis, and he was sure he would also know what it meant.

Sure enough, his eyes went wide, his hold on Wedge slackening for a brief second. He opened his mouth to speak, but the momentary distraction was enough for Wedge to slam his elbow back into the slaver’s midsection and break free of his grip. The Zygerrian doubled over with a grunt, and Wedge didn’t hesitate before darting across the room and ducking behind Vader. Luke almost grinned at the ridiculousness of it, but clearly Wedge had decided that the Sith Lord was the lesser of the two threats in the room. A sentiment Luke shared, though he did not appreciate being held quite so close.

 Luke turned his head away, pressing his cheek against his father’s chest as the slaver’s neck twisted at an unnatural angle with the crunch of bone, and he collapsed to the floor, lifeless. Luke shuddered, and he heard Vader’s lightsaber deactivate before a hesitant hand brushed against the back of his head. When Luke didn’t flinch away from the contact, Vader ran his fingers through Luke’s hair again, and the action was oddly soothing. Luke sighed, a minuscule amount of tension draining from his shoulders.

“Foolish child,” Vader rumbled. His tone was difficult to read through the vocoder, and Luke didn’t have the Force to help him interpret, but the hand still in his hair tempered what might have otherwise been a reprimand into something a bit fonder. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Luke murmured, shaking his head against his father’s hand. “But I… I can’t touch the Force.” He lifted his bound hands, drawing attention to the offending binders.

“I know,” Vader said. “I am glad I was already here when they cuffed you, or else I might have thought – ” He cut himself off and clutched Luke tighter, and even without the Force, Luke imagined he felt his father’s fear at the thought of his death.

 “I am fine, Father,” Luke reassured him, a small, confused smile on his face at the thought of reassuring Darth Vader, of all people.

“Um,” Wedge said, inching around Vader to stand in Luke’s line of sight, “as weirdly touching as this reunion is, would you mind explaining to me just what the kriff is going on?” There was a hysterical edge to his voice, and even clenching his hands into fists didn’t stop them from trembling visibly. He kept his eyes fixed on Luke’s, never letting his gaze wander to Vader, and Luke was acutely aware of how confusing the situation must be for his friend.

“Wedge, uh…” Luke smiled weakly. His mind was racing, trying to think of a way to handle this. In all the varied ways he had imagined Wedge finding out about this, this was certainly not one of them. “Meet my father?” He gave an apologetic shrug, hoping Wedge wouldn’t take this badly.

Wedge’s eyes finally darted up to Vader’s mask before dropping back to Luke’s face. “Vader’s really your father? That’s…” His eyes flickered again. “I don’t… How is that even… What?”

“I’m sorry, Wedge. I didn’t know until recently. Until… Bespin.” He shivered at the memories, his prosthetic hand aching with phantom pain, and he curled it into a fist. Wedge’s eyes were drawn to the movement, and he flinched, no doubt putting together what it meant that Vader had been the one to take his hand.

Wedge gasped in horror. “But if he’s your – ”

“I had no choice,” Vader snapped, interrupting him. “Luke refused to surrender.”

“So you chopped off your own son’s hand?” he demanded. He took a small step forward, and Luke blinked in frightened amazement. Was Wedge really telling off Darth Vader? Was he trying to get himself killed?

“Wedge…” Luke warned, speaking before Vader could. He didn’t need the Force to feel his father’s anger rising, and he didn’t want Vader to release that rage against Wedge.

Wedge took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he focused on Luke’s face. “Are you alright?”

Luke nodded. He was trying not to think about the fact that Vader would not release him once they got out of the slavers’ compound. He had been rescued only to be captured, though he knew he would vastly prefer whatever his father had planned to the life of a slave. He had briefly tasted slavery under Grakkus, though he had tried so hard since then to convince himself that it didn’t count. But he was freeborn, and it had still felt like a failure to both his father and his grandmother, who had both escaped slavery in the end. Or so Luke had thought, before he knew that his father wasn’t dead; he wasn’t entirely convinced Vader wasn’t a slave to the Emperor now, and that thought stung.

He had not allowed himself to really contemplate his fate this time, and then his father had swept in and pulled him out before the thought could settle that maybe this time he wouldn’t escape, maybe this time he really would end up back where his family had come from. The first freeborn Skywalker in generations, and this was the third time he had almost been enslaved.

Vader broke through his thoughts, though his choice of subject wasn’t far off. “I assume, considering the length of time they had you, that you do not have a transmitter?” There was rage lacing his voice, audible even through the vocoder.

Luke shook his head. “No, I’m clean.” He looked over at Wedge, who also shook his head. That sent a rush of relief through Luke, and he dropped his head back against his father’s chest.

“Good. Now we are leaving.” Vader finally, finally released his hold on Luke’s waist, though he seized his arm immediately after, and began leading him towards the door he had slashed open. Wedge stood unmoving in the middle of the room, and Luke tugged against his father’s grip.

“Wait!” he cried. “We can’t leave yet. They still have Tycho and Wes and – ”

Vader froze, his hand momentarily tightening painfully around Luke’s arm. “We will retrieve them first, then.” Luke gaped at his father’s easy acquiescence before it struck him that of course he would be unable to leave anyone, even a Rebel, at risk of enslavement.

“Thank you.” Luke lifted his hands. “Can you get these off, please? I’m more of a liability than anything like this.”

Vader hesitated, and Luke sighed. “I’ll go with you, willingly, if you take these off and let my friends go after we rescue them.”

“Luke, no!” Wedge yelled. But Vader was quick to finalize the deal.

“Agreed.” He waved his hand over the binders, and they unlocked with a barely audible click and clattered to the floor. The Force flooded back instantly, almost painful in its intensity, and Luke raised his hands to his head.

“Ah…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against the dizziness, even as the Galaxy settled back to rightness with the return of this missing part of him. Vader’s hands settled on his shoulders, supporting him.

“Luke?”

“I’ll be fine. The Force is just…” Luke gestured vaguely, unsure how to explain.

“I understand,” Vader replied. “It can be disorienting, both to lose and to regain your awareness of the Force.” As the Force settled around him, Luke became aware of the dark nova of his father’s presence pressing against him. It was oddly comforting.

He straightened and nodded. “Okay. I’m good.” He glanced over at Wedge, who was standing with slumped shoulders and staring down at his feet, and Luke knew he didn’t understand. He hoped he would be able to explain before this was over. “Let’s go.”

i don’t think simon understands fully when baz says he’s the sun and he was crashing into him. the sun gives every thing on earth life, life wouldn’t exist without it. simon lights up his days and his nights because moonlight is just sunlight reflected. he’s not just saying simon is his light, he’s saying simon breathed life into him after he had been dead for so long (both literally and figuratively). he became alive the second he saw simon and those famous bronze curls and blue eyes and two freckles below his left ear. simon isn’t just his light, he is life.

car crashes in power rangers

because i really want everyone to see the new power rangers movie, but i also understand some people can’t handle seeing car crashes, i’m making this to point out the three crashes in it and where they are as non-spoilery as possible; they’re all fairly graphic (i.e. shot at least partially from inside the car, show the people inside) and i want everyone to be safe!

the first one is a few minutes into the movie when jason is driving away from the school; when the truck starts backing up in front of him, look away for about 30-40 seconds 

the second one is about 20ish minutes later iirc when all five of them are in the van; when they’re all shouting at billy and he says “i got this”, look away for about 20-30 seconds

the last one is closer to the end of the movie during the big showdown, it shows someone in a car talking on the phone; if you only want to avoid the actual crash, look away for about a minute when he hangs up the phone; if you want to avoid the whole scene until he’s out of the wreckage, wait until you hear “sam, it’s okay” and then another 20-30 seconds after that

Bicker || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by dailyjugheadjones

Prompt from anon: Hi I absolutely love your fics. Can you do a Jughead x reader where they are always verbally sparing and the gang think they hate each other but they are low key dating. Please and thank you

A/N: OKAY SO IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE DONE PROMPTS AND I FEEL LIKE THIS IS KINDA SHITTY BUT I NEEDED TO GET SOMETHING OUT THERE SO I HOPE Y’ALL ENJOY THIS LIL FIC.

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“Hey. Scoot.” you snapped.

Jughead rolled his eyes and the rest of the gang sighed.

This was a regular thing that happened at Pop’s between you and the beanie-clad boy. Bitter remarks between the two of you as you hung out at the diner with the rest of the gang. The gang, Veronica especially, was sick of it.

You and Jughead bickering with one other in general, not just at Pop’s, was also a common occurrence. You guys constantly snapped and made fun of each other. The gang didn’t know why you and Jughead hated one other so much. Maybe you two were too similar. You wore similar clothes, had similar music taste, and watched the exact same movies. It blew the gang’s mind that you two weren’t a couple. You were perfect for each other.

“Why should I?” Jughead snapped back. “I was here first.”

You scoffed.

““I was here first,”” You mimicked. “What are you, nine?”

“Listen, you—”

“Enough!” Veronica blurted out, silencing you and Jughead.

Archie and Betty were wide-eyed, surprised at the Lodge girl’s outburst. Veronica Lodge didn’t get angry and you certainly never heard her yell before. It was unsettling.  She glared at the two of you so intensely you and Jughead actually winced.

“I don’t understand why you two always fight!” she exclaimed. “Why can’t you just be friendly with one another? Or just be civil? I hate coming all the way over here just to hear you guys yell at each other every night! I’m sick of it!”

You and Jughead were quiet and looked down, avoiding Veronica’s stern gaze.

She scoffed and got up, pulling her purse over her shoulder.

“I’ll come back when you guys learn to behave.” she said and with that, she was gone, Archie and Betty trailing behind her, giving you sympathetic smiles.

When they had left the diner, leaving just you and Jughead, you sighed, taking a seat next to the raven-haired teen.

“So…” you began. “Guess we can’t use that plan anymore, huh?”

Jughead smirked.

“Yeah, guess not.” he said as he draped his arm over your shoulder.

Yes, despite all the yelling earlier, you and Jughead were dating. The both of you had wanted to keep it a secret ever since you became a thing about five months ago. Why you wanted to keep it a secret, you didn’t know. Maybe you thought it would be easier that way. No one would ask any questions of how you and the boy who supposedly you hated and who hated you began to date. No one would tease the two of you about your newfound relationship. It was simpler this way. But truth be told, you were getting kind of sick of it. You hated pretending you still disliked Jughead and little did you know, Jughead felt the same way. The bickering the two of you had going on in public couldn’t be good for your relationship whether it was secret or not.

“Juggie?” you asked.

“Hmm?”

“C-Can we not make our relationship a secret anymore?” you asked hesitantly.

Jughead looked at you.

“It’s just that…” you sighed. “I hate yelling at you every time we’re with our friends. I don’t really care if they know anymore. I just want to be with you and hold your hand but if you still want to keep it secret, I understand—”

Jughead’s lips crashing against yours cut you off and you smiled into the kiss, deepening it. When you pulled away for air, Jughead was looking at you with a goofy, loving grin on his face.

“What?” you asked.

Jughead chuckled.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say those words.” he admitted.

You hit his shoulder lightly.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say them! Why didn’t you?” you questioned.

“Why didn’t you?” he retorted.

“I asked you first.”


Jughead chuckled again before he pulled you in for another kiss, his lips soft against yours.

You sighed contently as you pulled apart again.

“I love you, Y/N.” Jughead said.

Your heart swelled at his words.

“I love you too, Juggie,” you said quietly. “Now…”

“Come on,” you said as you got up, taking Jughead’s hand in yours. “Let’s go find Ronnie. Might as well tell her about us now before she snaps again.”

Jughead sighed.

“Something tells me she’s going to be angrier about the fact that we didn’t tell her about us rather than us yelling at each other all the time.” he mumbled as he got up.

You shrugged.

“Only one way to find out.”

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A/N: Please send me feedback! Hope you liked it!

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Dan Stevens Appreciation Week | Day 3: Favorite role
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This is hard. Why I’ve gone past the date of this event to answer it lol… 

Does one go with the one where he’s a guest?

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Or a David?

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A beast?

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 or a soft spoken lover?

Originally posted by aliceleeeee

That guy in the red mess kit who’s also a true lover who doesn’t suffer fools?

Sigh….

 This must have been easier for newer fans I suspect. Or for those who don’t have necessarily strong attachments to characters played by Dan in the past. They like them…but they don’t have the same oomph as the prince who growls 

Originally posted by mseffervescentdreamer

or the super mutant who’s also got a romance of the mind going on….

Originally posted by s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r

He’s brilliant in all of them. He doesn’t know how to do less… 

But favorite ( a person or thing that is best liked or most enjoyed) …. argh

I would go with David  Haller (I loved S1 David but I’m frustrated by idea that he’s not going to be as complex and badass without the parasite… I NEED HIM TO BE ALL THE THINGS…all of them… )– plus lots of people have already chosen him .

My soul mate is Matthew. It will always be Matthew…. 

In all honesty I almost went with James Harvey from The Ticket….that’s a raw performance. One that won’t get any awards or go much further than an indie theater and Netflix… but it’s one of his best. BEST. EVER. How he makes James bitter, sardonic, testy, egotistical, and caring all at the same time…and sexy af… and yet from his first tinges of guilt in talking to Grace outside the church to his gut wrenching breakdown at the end. I could easily choose James Harvey.

Originally posted by herunswithwolves

But I’m throwing my hat in the ring (as always) for Nick Guest… I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again.

I see the same raw vulnerability that Dan brought to Nick in David Haller. He draws you into the character and before you know it you feel like you’d die to protect him from all harm.  It’s my mission in life to protect Nick from the harsh, cold, non-beautiful world… He trusted people too much.

I want to quote –not his beloved Henry James but F. Scott Fitzgerald to him “they’re careless people”– not worthy of your love. Except for Catherine– whose idea of getting him to understand reality was to make his life crash and burn…. and I’m still not sure he got it.  He’s ever in a (futile?) search for the infinite line of beauty (in form, in love, in life).

“He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.”

Dan will never be better than he was in The Line of Beauty. He might be equally as good…he won’t be better. He holds the screen… you feel him …you get Nick. This was his first big role. He’s so young. And yet so powerful and controlling in his performance. He’s so assured playing an unsure young man. I still find it astonishing on the tenth time watching it as I did the first time. 

I shall stop my rambling now :)

Fragile Design - Chapter 22

Summary - David Nolan is out to protect his family, in any way that he can. He enlists the help of Emma Swan and Killian Jones to help uncover the crime boss currently living in his sleepy town of Storybrooke, ME. Two stubborn and damaged souls now have to come together as partners to solve a murder and maybe even save each other in the process.

Modern au, fake marriage

Rating: M

Read on FF.net and on A03

(image credit goes to the amazing @lala-mora (please don’t repost or copy; give credit where credit is due)

This chapter is dedicated to @optomisticgirl and her amazing support as I struggled to write this beast.  She helped with a tricky plot point.  I hope I did it justice and THANK YOU!

Chapter Twenty Two - David Nolan

November

David squints into the distance as he trundles down the road to Graham’s cottage - well, his and Mary Margaret’s cottage now - carefully maneuvering his borrowed truck through the snow.  He hunches over the steering wheel, leaning forward to swipe at the frosty buildup on the glass, but nothing happens.  Grumbling about the inadequate defroster, he brings his gloved hand to his mouth.  Biting down on the tip of one of the fingers, he frees his hand and goes back to scratching at the frost with his fingernails.  Removing enough of the ice to see through, he shoves his hand back into the glove then hunches over the steering wheel again, holding it in a death grip.

He can barely see, the latticed branches of the trees above him keeping out much of the predawn light.  The truck’s headlights pick up the drifting snow and winter shadow a few feet in front of him, but beyond that is a hazy void.  He’s anxious to retrieve Emma and get to the station where Edward Teach is waiting for them, but he forces himself to go slow, knowing that one wrong move could end with him crashed into a tree.  The town’s plow trucks are serious business and it’s only because he’d grown up on a farm that he feels confidant driving this beast in the first place.

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there is the ‘push pull’ in scorpio, an inertia met with a storm. there is the very reposed scorpio. emotions are felt with severity and yet the face remains focused and placid. the waves of feeling crash within like a hurricane, and he understands these clouds will pass.

or there is the loss of control, the trance of emotion where the swells of rage and resentment surface, and its mostly the fury at himself that he subjects onto others. he explodes and projects, also there is the risk of becoming emotionally demanding and exhausting loved ones. the scorpio then feels ashamed about the outburst

and yet scorpio is fixed, but can be trapped in their ways. maybe the person expresses both.

in each demonstration the trauma within remains concealed and private. the scorpio doesn’t want to be defined by his pain, he wants to be defined by his pure presence. commanding, crowned with underworld glory, the sovereign goddess guarding the soul

anonymous asked:

What do you think shawn would be like if you were hanging out with his family while he was on tour? Like hanging out with Aaliyah without him and stuff?

Brace yourself, another long one is coming. 

I think it is actually very important for Shawn, that you get along well with his family. Clearly they have a very strong bond and Shawn would want you to be a part of that. He would want you to be a part of the family, like he surely would want to be a part of yours.

I think you and Aaliyah would become partners in crime, she would become like your own little sister and sometimes, because of his touring, you’d hang out more with her than Shawn. You and Aaliyah would for sure team up against Shawn, mocking and teasing him and having the best time doing so. You’d have your own little secret language going on that Shawn wouldn’t be able to understand. Whenever Shawn was touring, you would crash their house when you missed him a lot and just chill with Aaliyah. You guys would be sending him snapchats of hanging out or going places together and Shawn would send one back, whining about how much he wanted to be there and how jealous he was of Aaliyah. You would facetime him and Aaliyah would suddenly burst into the room, scarring the shit out of both you and Shawn. You would be there for Aaliyah when she fought with her friends, when she met the “boy of her dreams” and when he broke her heart again and Aaliyah would tell Shawn how you were always just a call away. Shawn would be so grateful that Aaliyah got to have you in her life as well and we would just sit there thinking, “I, without a doubt, have the best girlfriend in the world”.

I also think you and Karen would be going to lunch, like every now and then and just talk about all these random things (including Shawn of course). The two of you would laugh and chat and just have a good time. And every time you’d been out for lunch, Karen would upload a photo on Facebook/Instagram with the caption: Having lunch with my other daughter or lunch time with my daughter in low <3. Shawn would be the very first to like the picture and he’d write back some cheesy comment, because Shawn is Shawn.

As far as his dad goes, the two of you would be bonding over cooking. From the day, you started dating Shawn, you won his dad over, when he realized you loved cooking (and that you were way better than Shawn and he actually didn’t have to worry about you burning the house down or anything) and the kitchen had been the two of you’s territory ever since. They would invite you over for dinner whenever it’s been a while, and Shawn’s dad and you would be jamming out in the kitchen to old songs from his teenage years. You would talk about football and hockey and just laugh from the bottom of your heart, because Shawn in so many ways, reminded you of his did. Also, you’d be able to sneak some good and rather embarrassing stories about Shawn out of him. Useful stories you could always use against him.

Then whenever Shawn came back and you hung out with his family together, he’d tell his family things about your life, they already knew. Actually, Shawn’s entire family would be more up to date with your life than Shawn would sometimes. But he would love it, he would love to see you getting along with his family that well. He would love seeing all the people he cares for and loves deeply, get along so well, when he wasn’t home.

I love you too Cas

12.12 “Stuck in the Middle with You” Coda

The blinding light that had surrounded Cas moments ago slowly dimmed down to a level that wouldn’t burn their damn eyes out, before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared, leaving a confused, but blessedly healed, Angel of the Lord sitting on the ratty ass couch. Cas turned to Dean, looking as shocked as he had felt, before turning to stare at something behind the hunter. That something turned out to be Crowley, as he was holding the Lance, or the top part of it anyway, running his fingers over the now relatively harmless spear head. Apparently he had broken the Lance while they had their backs turned when Cas started spazzing out, black goo that looked eerily similar to the crap that came out of him during the Leviathan fiasco, effectively breaking whatever spell that was killing Cas and allowed him to finally be able to heal himself.

They all turned to him, bewildered, but Crowley just looked at us, a look of indifference on his face. “You’re welcome” was all the King of Hell said before he dropped the spear head and left, ever the drama queen. He looked around and saw that mom and Sam looked just as confused and relieved as he did, though Sam was looking rather proud and mom looked like she was wondering how in the hell (no pun intended) a demon could do something so selfless, so human, and so out of character like saving an angel’s life.  

But none of that mattered, not when Cas was safe, healed, alive. Sure his clothes were still bloody, they’ll get him some clean ones as soon as they get to the bunker and burn the bloodied ones because he did NOT want to see the evidence of Cas’ closest and almost final brush with death for a second longer than necessary, and still weak from the amount of grace that had to have been used to heal himself, but he was alive. That didn’t stop the worry and fear that had taken hold of Dean when Crowley said that there was no cure for this one, Billie’s warning of ‘consequences of the cosmic scale’ still ringing in his ears and hammering about in his skull as he and Sammy reach out to haul Cas up to his feet. And if he held on a little longer to Cas’ hand and squeezed a little tighter than necessary, then who could blame him? He almost lost his best friend, he had a right to indulge in his need to be clingy, even if it was for like a second.  

But that fear and worry had abated, for just a moment, when Cas turned to him, blue eyes slightly widened in shock, but with an underlying sense of apprehension. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights and for a moment Dean couldn’t understand why, before what would have been his last words to them came crashing through like a frieght train

“I love you… I love all of you”

Cas might have tried to save himself by attempting to clarify that his love was equal for us all, but even Dean, the most emotionally constipated human ever, could tell that that first ‘I love you’ was directed at him. Cas loved him.

Wait

Cas loved him?

Why would he love him? Why would he, an Angel of the freakin LORD love him, a hairless ape that has caused him nothing but grief since the moment they met. The mud monkey that had gotten him killed Chuck knew how many times, had cost him his family upstairs, his wings, his grace, everything? It just didn’t make any sense. Cas should love someone who could take care of him, and he wasn’t exactly boyfriend material, people didn’t look at guys like him and think ‘that’s them, that’s the person i want to spend the rest of my life with. That’s the one.’  He never had had a good track record with long term relationships, Lisa had been his longest and even then it was rocky and wasn’t long before it all went to hell in a hand basket. He didn’t think he could be the kind of boyfriend Cas deserved, the kind he wanted to be for him, but if tonight, of all the other times they had lost or almost lost each other, had finally taught him anything, it was that life was too short for doubts and hesitation and you never knew when your time would come (for good). He was done burying his feelings.

He turned to Sammy, giving him a look that he hoped his brother understood, before addressing him and mom, “You two go on ahead in mom’s car, me and Cas will take Baby after we clean up here, don’t want the LEO’s to find the Lance, depowered or not.”

Thankfully his giant moose of a brother understood, grabbing ahold of mom while heading to the door, giving her a toned down Bitch Face #14 when she went to protest and pull away, “Sure man, you guys be careful though. I’ll get something for all of us to eat on the way to the bunker. And Cas, I’m glad you’re ok man.” Was all he said before he dragged mom out of there and to the car, not before discreetly throwing a eyebrow wiggle his older brothers way, the bitch.

Dean breathed out a sigh of relief as the door closed, he waited till he heard mom’s car start and leave before turning to look at the angel beside him. Cas looked confused, if a bit pleased. It was then that Dean realised that his hand had migrated to the angels back during his epiphany earlier, but he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much. It felt nice, the warmth of Cas’ back seeping into his hand, the surprising softness of that damn trench coat he always insisted on wearing. He was closer than Dean remember him being a few moment ago, staring at him with wonder, with no little bit of hope just shining through those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“Dean?” He asked, as if he was afraid that this was all a dream. And quite honestly Dean was having a hard time not thinking like that too.

Dean smiled slightly, eyes raking over his entire form, making sure that he was completely healed, reassuring himself that he was really alright, before moving his other hand to cup his angels cheek. Cas turned slightly into the touch, a soft smile blooming across his face.

It was then that Dean’s eyes started to burn slightly, the full gravity of what almost happened tonight, what he almost lost, finally register with him. He pulled Cas towards himself till he was flush against his body, holding him tightly. Cas looked at Dean, worried and but happy, before he brought his arms up, his left going around his waist and his right buried in the hair on the back of his head. Dean cleared his throat before looking him in the eye, thumb brushing away the stray tear that had escaped the angel’s eyes.

“Cas… I love you too.” Was all he got out as the rest of what he was going to say got stuck in his throat, but that didn’t matter, because Cas knew, he understood all that he was trying to convey, if the blinding, watery smile was anything to go by. And beside, words were no longer need, not as he finally pulled him even closer, closing the rest of the distance between them, pressing his lips to the angel’s surprisingly soft ones in a gentle, chaste kiss. It was the first of many, if he had anything to say about it, because now there was no way he was going to ever let this go, ever let Cas go.

THE END

Mon-El/Karamel Thoughts 1x01-1x02-1x03

“I love that she worries about you.” ~ Kara to Clark about Lois

“Being Kara is just as important as being Supergirl.” ~ Clark

“I didn’t realize how nice it is to be around someone like me.” ~ Clark

“This is not about one family over the other. It’s about not feeling alone anymore. When I’m with Clark I feel like I’m connected to someone who understands what it’s like to be me.” ~ Kara


Season premieres are great for setting up themes for the year.  One of the big themes highlighted for Kara in these first two episodes is feeling alone because of being an alien who is permanently separated from their people. It’s not that she doesn’t love her human family and friends. However, there are things only someone from with similar powers or region of the galaxy can truly understand.

Mon-El’s pod crash lands on Earth. Kara is so excited to possibly discover another survivor of her planet. Because he came in a Kryptonian pod, looks humanoid, and has some powers, she desperately hopes that this truly is another adult Kryptonian so she won’t be alone. While J’onn has been a great superpowered partner, he’s still an alien to her home world with different customs and experience, plus he’s several hundred years old.

Then a crisis unites her with her cousin to save lives. After her work and personal lives implode, she considers moving to be with Clark to learn from him, be with someone like her, and give Alex some space. Kara even confesses how lonely she’s been feeling as an alien and someone with powers. Fortunately, Alex is able to shake some sense into Kara and show her that working on their sisterly bond is just as important. Kara was really trying to run away from her problems instead of dealing with them. This is about as close as we will ever see her to running away from responsibility.

After Clark returns to Metropolis, the very next scene is Kara sitting next to Mon-El’s bedside vowing to be there for him when he wakes up so he won’t be alone. She’s doing this under the guise of ‘I’ll be there for him’ but after these episodes she is the one who is eager for the companionship of someone from her home world to stave off the loneliness by being able to relate to her circumstances of feeling different because they are an alien. The posture of sitting at sick person’s beside is incredibly personal. Normally, it’s reserved for family, close friends or lovers. This mysterious stranger is none of those things to Kara. If this was meant to be implied as only a future mentor relationship, then they should have had a scene of Kara standing at a slight distance talking with either Alex or J’onn about when he wakes up she would like to educate and train him. The only reason to have Kara in this position is to imply she has a desire for a romantic relationship. Plus this alien mystery man is near her age and a total ‘babe’. lol Why shouldn’t she be hoping that maybe someday, if he’s a decent guy, they might end up together.

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REQUEST! - MC with a tragic past x 707/Saeyoung


Hiiiiiiii there little beans!

So… okay, maybe it’s a little too long (?) But I wanted this request to be like a “mini one-shot” so I could explain the character as you wanted it to be. There’s no way I could write about an MC like that by writing an scenario…  Am I explaining myself? Dammit, sorry ;;

And one more thing before you read this… so, I think this is the first time I write such a long post in english, like I said it’s not my main language although I do write and talk in english almost every day (I’m studying English and Spanish language and literature at university) but it’s not that easy to me yet… So just that, if you find mistakes or any typo please tell me nicely and be patient with me, I’m trying my best ಥ_ಥ

This was a difficult request tbh, but you know what? I LOVE CHALLENGES! So, here you have! I really hope you enjoy reading this and please tell me if you like it and request and ask and askdfnsdf no im not nERVOUS YOU aRE ;; omfgfuck


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The first thing Saeyoung did when you joined the RFA was do a background check, he didn’t found much and that really surprised him, everyone has something, either is good or bad, but you? You were clean.

He found some profiles on different social media platforms but that was it, you didn’t interact that much with people, no actualized information about family or friends, just a few photos and the list of where you had studied and worked within these years. The only interesting thing he found about you was something about adoption, he found out you became orphan when you were ten and then they adopted you and you spent the rest of your days in Korea. 

That made Saeyoung wonder… What kind of past might be hidding under the covers? You were always so shy and serious, at first he thought you were the poor version of Jumin, dammit, your politeness and your serious manners almost fooled him. But, for some reason, he started seeing something that the other members of the rfa didn’t seem to notice, your serious attitude was just a façade to hide how damn broken you were inside. Maybe he knew something was wrong, maybe he knew you were wearing a mask because he was wearing his own mask to hide his own demons. Maybe that was why you could unterstand him better than anyone, and you were able to say what he needed to hear in the exact moment he needed to hear it.

He didn’t know anything, he tried to search more than a couple of times something that could have led him to understand why you were like that, what had happened to you… he tried to pull the threads of the adoption issue but nothing came out, just names and dates, nothing relevant. It almost seemed like you were a ghost, a fantasy of his shattered mind to release some pain, to feel loved… 

You always tried to avoid talking about your past and he did too, it was something mutual but, when everything went bat shit crazy and Saeran appeared and you finally discovered Saeyoung’s past… You felt kind of guilty, guilty for not being able to tell him about yours too, every damn time you tried but couldn’t tell him felt like a knife stabbing your chest. 

You felt that you owed him that much, the truth, the… the pieces to the puzzle you were, you wanted him to fully understand you, and for that to happen you needed to tell him the truth. Not telling him was betraying his confidence in you and you just couldn’t afford losing him, not ever, not in a million years. He was the only thing you had, he made you feel loved for the first time in… well, too many years, and you couldn’t risk that, just… you could never risk that much.  

So one day, after three months of dating, you gathered the courage to tell him the truth. You cried, it was the first time in years you opened to someone, so everything you had been hidding inside a box in your heart suddenly opened and floded your entire being; every memory, every word, all the lonely nights suddenly came to your eyes and your lips. You cried, and sobbed and hiccuped and you explained him all about you, what you remembered and what you knew from your adoptive parents, everything. 

You remember you had a poor family but you were happy and everyone was kind and loyal, you had such lovely, brave parents… But the fairy tail ended once the war started in your country, with such bad luck that your house was in the same district were the rebellious were hidding. 

It was days since you had eaten, the war had stopped the whole city on an hiatus and without a job your parents couldn’t gain money and without money there was no food… so they sneaked out to try to get something to eat for you and that was the last time you saw them, they got killed in the middle of a gun fight.

The only memory you have after that it’s about you, wandering through the streets, crying and calling your parents until someone picked you up and the nightmare begun. You were alone, the people who picked you up used to beat you up and used you as a slave until war paused and someone from the gobernment found about you and picked you up to south Korea. 

Your adoptive parents were good people, you needed time and therapy but you finally could start to love them and be kind and more open to them. They died in a car accident when you were twenty and you ended up alone once again, that was the moment you decided you wouldn’t open to anyone again, you wouldn’t love or care for anyone again, everyone that you loved ended up dead, that was the reason why it was so hard to get to open to Saeyoung, and you still were afraid to fully love him…

All the time while you were trying to explain yourself Saeyoung was hugging you, kissing your tears away, kissing your hair, your forehead, your hands, every scar you have… He tried to gave you strenght to continue and smiled tenderly every time you stopped to breath and wash your tears. 

He was finally able to pick up the pieces from the puzzle but he couldn’t believe how bad, how traumatic your past was, how broken you might be inside, he couldn’t even imagine how fucking hard that could have been for you. He cried too that night, he couldn’t sleep in days thinking about your history. He tried to be the best person for you since that moment, the most lovely and tender and understanding, always there when you might crash down from memories suddenly floding you head, always there to hug you to sleep after every nightmare. Always there.

He understands you’re not a prankster like him, he still do prank you anyways, he loves teasing you and see you laugh, he adores you. Oh, and that time you bought that “MEME GUIDE FOR DUMMIES” He felt something warming up in his soul, that was so cute… He laughed a bit tho, the moment had been pretty hilarious. Nonetheless, he will do whatever it takes to make you happy, even if that means watch romantic movies and take long walks or go buy you some ice cream at 3AM at that Mc Donalds drive thru at the other side of the town.


That’s one of those nights, you had a nightmare and he couldn’t sleep either so… It was something like this:


You were sweeting and moving to much in bed, he tried to cuddle you but then you started screaming and crying and he had to wake you up.


-Hey! MC…MC! MC are you okay? Please wake up babe, you’re scaring me, wake up my angel… -He tries to wake you up with sweet words and tender touches.


When you finally wake up you’re dead scared and still crying and sobbing. He sits in the bed with his back to the header, you’re lying on your side in a fetal position, in between his legs and with your head on his chest (I don’t know if it’s clear, if not I’ll search and post a photo of this posture). He’s the sweetest and the most understanding boyfriend you could ever ask for. 


-Okay, it’s okay little alien, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here with you… -He sing-songs, like a lullaby, calming you down.


-They… they were… and you-You try to speak but still the fear is more powerful than you.


-Shh babe, I’m here with you, listen to my heart, it will be alright alien -He says with a sweet voice, slowly running his fingers through your hair, giving you all the time you need to recover.


After a while you’re relaxed and feeling almost at bliss, he’s like a balm, his voice, his touches, his kind and lovely words… He’s the best thing that has happened to you, the best thing ever.


-I love you, you don’t know how much… don’t ever leave me, please Saeyoung… -You say and then you re-position yourself to be able to kiss him.


And you do, slow and smooth, you try to express how you feel through the kiss but it’s not long before you two start wanting more and run out of air, you move away from each other lips just to breath and clash again in a quite suffocated kiss, he cups your cheeks in his hands and you put yours in his shoulders so you don’t lose balance and you sink your nails on his flesh, his response is almost immediate, he moans and brokes the kiss to grasp for air. 


-MC… You… I… I love you -He says and looks at you with tender eyes.


Sometimes you love teasing him, you’re not a cheerful person, you’re quite serious most of the time to be honest, but tonight you feel like teasing him a little now that you’re feeling better -maybe it’s your way of avoiding your thoughts tonight, who cares, if it works for you then it’s okay- so you stand up from bed and look at Saeyoung, who’s looking back at you with a mix of lust and confusion.


-I want ice cream, let’s go to Mc Donalds’s drive thru! -You say all of a sudden, and you obviously think it’s not going to work, you think he’s going to grab you by the waist to drag you back to him and kiss you again… but, oh, dear… you’re quite surprised when he stands up too.


-Let’s go then, nothing I wouldn’t do for my little alien! -And he smiles and starts dressing, leaving you standing there, half naked and confused af.

So that’s how you end up in a Mc Donalds’s drive thru at 3 AM to buy a fucking McFlurry. That’s how it is, one moment you’re crying in the middle of a nightmare, then you’re kissing him and an hour later you’re buying ice cream. You’re happy just like that, it may seem crazy… but you love that, you’re in love with him, with his madness, with every inch of him, you’re in love with the life you’re living, even if it’s hard as hell sometimes.


And one day you’re going to marry him in the space station, that’s for sure.

~

That’s it, have a nice day little beans  (っ◔◡◔)っ ❤

Part Of Your World

Group: BTS

Pairing: J HOPE X READER

Requested: Anonymous said:  omg I love your writing!!! Can I request a j hope au where he is a merman and he tries to get you to go and live in the sea with him thanks

Excerpt:  ‘never trust a mermaid because they could be a siren in disguise’

Genre: fantasy, mermaid au

Length: 1.5k

A/N: there will be a part two..


Originally posted by kpoop

“Never trust a mermaid,” your large eyes turned to your mother, “they could be a siren just waiting to lure you to your death.”

The slow sound of waves crashing on the shore brought these words to your mind as you looked out to the horizon. You had always been drawn to the ocean; from a young child, those words had been repeated to you daily as you often swam off chasing mermaids. Your poor mother tried to interest you in mundane activities, building intricate sandcastles or running around the shore to collect shells. But nothing was as interesting, as enrapturing as chasing mermaids; wading into the water as you stuck your head under and opened your eyes even with the sharp burn stinging sensation enhancing the wide grin on your face.

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