#Gymnopédie N°1

[nobrashfestivity]

MARCEL-LOUIS BAUGNIET & AKAROVA Gymnopédie N°1 (Erik Satie) Circa 1925

Costume created and created in 1932 by Akarova starting from a painted scene in 1925 by Marcel-Louis Baugniet The dance was performed between 1932-1948

#Gymnopédie N°1 #MARCEL-LOUIS BAUGNIET #AKAROVA #costumes #design #dance #erik satie

[mr-styles]

alessandromichele *Gymnopédie n.1*

#harry styles #alessandro michele

[stylesnews]

alessandro_michele: *Gymnopédie n. 1*

#harry styles #jul23 #alessandro michele

[male-reader-haven]

~That Horrible,, Wonderful Feeling~

Author note:

Chapter 2 wholesomeness ahead!! Idk if any of you caught it in my last upload before I edited it but I left my name in place of one of the Y/N placeholders... Oops. Needless to say I write these with myself in mind first lmao. Anyways, enjoy a relaxing date with Namjoon!!!

Chapter 2: New is Scary

Namjoon's POV as Y/N takes him to a museum. They share tons of moments, learn some more, and get closer to each other. A bit closer than intended... While his mind should be focused on the artwork and history on display, Namjoon can't help but find himself distracted by Y/N's adorable charm. What's happening to him?

ALSO INCLUDING: Y/N's perspective as his best friend helps him through gay panic

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x male idol Y/N (who has the same birthday as Jimin)

TW: Internalized homophobia, awkward moments, guilt, 18+

Word count: 3,648

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After another 15 minutes Y/N and Namjoon arrive at the museum and park. They had called ahead to let the museum know they were coming so they could bring their own security, but when they arrived they realized they wouldn't need it since the museum is basically empty, save for an elderly couple walking in together from off the bus. Y/N parks the car and looks at Namjoon excitedly.

“We got the place to ourselves! Let's go!” He hops out of the car, Namjoon smiles and puts up his black mask and gets out of the passenger side. Y/N slips up his own mask and locks the car with a short “beep.” He goes over to Namjoon and grabs his hand.

“C’mon, let's go!” Namjoon smiles under his mask as Y/N practically drags him into the museum.

They walk in the building together and check in at the front desk. The lady is very polite and shows them a small sign.

“If you scan this QR code with your phone it sends you to the audio guide for our exhibits so you can listen along.”

“That’s new.” Namjoon remarks. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his airpods and phone. He frowns slightly and turns to Y/N. “I usually bring these to listen to music as I look, but I also want to listen to the guide.”

“Here, I have an idea!” Y/N reaches into his own pocket and pulls out his own airpods. “Here, you play your music with your airpods and I will play the audio guide and we can each share one earbud.” He scans the sign and holds out an earbud in his hand towards Namjoon. 

“Perfect!” Namjoon smiles and trades earbuds with Y/N. They walk away from admission and put their earbuds in. 

“Now it’s my turn to judge your music taste!” Y/N laughs. Namjoon smiles, somewhat nervously. After a second too long of scrolling through his playlists Namjoon finally decides to play “Gymnopedie No. 1,” looking up to see if Y/N approves. Y/N smiles.

“Perfect.” He then turns to his phone and taps the play icon for the audio guide, only to make both of them jump with a blast of sound.

“Ah! Sorry, volume.” After he frantically lowers the volume to a good level, they both chuckle.

“Listen to loud music, huh?” Namjoon laughs. 

“On occasion…” Y/N looks away, slightly shy from embarrassment. They begin walking and observing pieces in the national designated culture assets collection. The audio guide’s soft voice and the lull of the music provide a great combination of background noise as they admire the art. Namjoon notices that Y/N tends to walk and sway along with the music subconsciously, his head rocking back and forth gently as he bends down to read captions. He walks gracefully, nearly dancing as he makes his way to the next piece. Namjoon has a tight feeling in his stomach. They stop to admire “Sin-gubeop cheonmundo,” an old astronomical chart. Namjoon looks at Y/N, who is staring wide-eyed at the constellations and markings. His lips are slightly parted as his eyes graze over the parchment, slightly sparkling. Namjoon is enamored by Y/N’s thoughtful expressions, and the soothing music in the back of his mind doesn’t help how fluttery he feels looking at him. 

He is beautiful.

Y/N turns and meets Namjoon’s eyes for a split second and Namjoon snaps his head back to the chart as if nothing happened. Out of the corner of his eye Namjoon sees Y/N turn his head also. They move on in comfortable silence and spend an hour looking at more historical pieces. Namjoon stays at the rear, watching as Y/N explores in adorable wonder. His mind is drifting away from the audio guide and he gets lost in watching him move from piece to piece. Y/N himself looks like he should be a work of art, put behind protective glass to shield him from the cruel outside world. He dances around the empty hallways and by dimly lit artworks. As far as Namjoon is concerned, the whole museum was built just for him. Y/N turns around and meets Namjoon’s gaze. Namjoon doesn’t look away this time, enamored by Y/N’s warm smile.

“Hungry?” Y/N asks after a moment. As if on cue, Namjoon’s stomach makes a gurgling sound.

“Guess so.” They laugh and head to the museum cafe. 

Y/N orders a hot chai tea latte with oat milk and a rice cake and Namjoon orders an iced americano with egg bread. They sit down on bar stools next to the glass wall that shows the outside garden. 

“I need to go to museums more often, I really love it here!” Y/N remarks, taking a sip of his tea. “It’s so peaceful compared to the rest of the city.”

“Yeah, whenever I have even just 30 minutes of free time from working I try to go to museums. They calm me down and help me clear my mind. It’s part of why I love art so much.” He looks at Y/N. “What do you like about art?”

“Wow, loaded question.” Y/N laughs. “Well, I like thinking about what made the artist create their pieces. What time period it was, what was going on at the time, how they felt, what prompted them to create, etcetera. I like the personality behind it.” He looks out the window, resting his head in his hand. “It’s like taking a glimpse into a stranger’s mind and seeing what it’s like. It's intimate.” Namjoon nods. He takes note of how the setting sun’s golden glow shines on Y/N’s hair, making it a warm color. There’s that funny feeling in his chest again.

This is new…  Since when do I notice things like that about him?...

Namjoon fidgets in his seat and looks down at his coffee. 

“I missed hanging out with you, Joon. It’s been forever since you've been working so hard for the last few months. It’s like we never see you.” Namjoon feels a twinge of guilt after hearing him say that. 

“I’m sorry, I get stuck up in my head sometimes. Yoongi too. When we start the process, it's hard to stop.” He sips his coffee. “I need to remember to take more breaks before I burn out.”

“Seriously. You know if you ever need to wind down or want to go to a museum, I'd be happy to come with. We don’t even really have to talk if it takes too much energy.” He crosses his arms. “Plus, somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t break down completely.”

Namjoon chuckles.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.” 

After some time chatting at the cafe, Namjoon and Y/N decide to head back home and chill with takeout and movies until the rest of the band gets back. Y/N orders chinese (sesame chicken, orange chicken, wontons and crab rangoons) while Namjoon flips through Netflix.

“Any recommendations?” Namjoon says over his shoulder.

“Shhh, on the phone, one sec.” Y/N responds. Namjoon just nods and continues flipping, making note of all 8 member’s profile images on Netflix. Taehyung has a strange cartoon slug, Jimin is Queen Elizabeth from “The Crown,” Jungkook is the chicken from “Lost in Space,” Yoongi is a leopard from some nature documentary, J-hope is a default orange smiley icon, Jin is Aggretsuko, Y/N is a penguin and Namjoon’s is a koala. He wonders to himself if everyone chose their own or if somebody assigned all their icons. He scrolls down his account and realizes there is so much that he hasn’t seen, let alone heard of. Y/N hangs up his phone and joins Namjoon on the sofa.

“Should be around 30 minutes.” He gets comfortable and grabs a large blanket to settle under. He offers Namjoon the blanket as well, and he accepts, getting comfortable.

“What do you want to watch?” He asks Y/N. He pauses a second. “What genres do you like?”

“Ooh, I love horror and comedy. I’m always down for a classic supernatural horror or a rom com. OH, but I have a huge soft spot for action movies with huge robots or monsters.” Y/N turns to Namjoon. “What about you?” 

“I like dramas and science fiction. That's interesting, I never knew you were a horror fan. Wouldn’t quite peg you for someone who likes that stuff.” He tilts his head. Y/N laughs.

“Yeah? Well surprise, this pretty boy listens to heavy metal and screamo, likes horror, and listens to true crime podcasts.” He winks. “I’m not as innocent as I look, you know.” 

The two of them end up finding a science fiction/horror movie about astronauts going into space with a dangerous alien on board. About 20 minutes into the movie, Namjoon notices how quiet it has gotten and looks over to find Y/N falling asleep. 

Geez, must still be feeling the effects of yesterday.  

He smiles as he watches him slowly nod his head, repeatedly catching himself just to nod off again. He leans forward and gently grabs Y/N’s shoulders, helping him lean back into the sofa rather than leaning forward and nearly falling off. Y/N lets him and ends up leaning back on Namjoon’s shoulder, making himself comfortable. Namjoon can feel his breaths as Y/N basically falls into his lap asleep. Namjoon is startled but doesn't want to move him, so he just puts his left arm around him and tries to focus on the movie. He can’t stop his eyes from being drawn to Y/N’s head in his lap, however, and he finds himself subconsciously bringing his right hand to Y/N’s head and stroking his hair. The funny feeling is in his chest again.

Suddenly, the movie has a jumpscare, and Y/N jolts up from his slumber, looking at the screen. He is still on his side, but now has his arms on Namjoon’s lap and is turned over. He stays like this for a moment before realizing that he is indeed on Namjoon’s lap. He turns to Namjoon and quickly sits up. 

“Ah, sorry haha. I can’t believe I fell asleep.” Namjoon swears he can see him blushing.

“No worries. You looked adorable. Uh, comfortable! You looked comfortable.” Namjoon catches himself, hoping Y/N won’t think anything of it. Y/N just smiles. They sit in silence, just looking at each other. Namjoon doesn’t know if it is him or Y/N or both of them, but they seem to be a lot closer now than their faces were five minutes ago. They draw closer to each other in what feels like slow motion. Heat rises up in Namjoon’s chest.

They are interrupted by the ring of the doorbell. They both blink, seemingly snapping out of whatever trance they were just in.

“I uh, I'll go get that.” Y/N hurriedly stands up to get the door. 

What was just about to happen?? Namjoon’s thoughts raced. His stomach felt like butterflies had invaded and his head was a balloon. Did he and Y/N just, almost kiss? Did he want them to kiss? He shook his head, trying to clear his head as Y/N walks over with a brown paper bag. 

“Food has arrived! Almost 20 minutes late, that is.” He sighs and places the food on the table. “We might finish the movie before we finish our food.” He laughs. They silently agree to act like the situation previously never happened and dig into the food. The night goes on and they start another movie, and eventually the other boys arrive and everyone re-unites to talk about their days.

“Yoongi almost fell in the water. He fell asleep with the pole and got a huge bite, it almost pulled him in!” Jin laughs, retelling the scene.

“It ended up taking my bait.” Yoongi smiles. They obviously had fun.

“Taehyung and Jungkook had an argument and almost got us all lost hiking.” Jimin tattles on the two youngest members.

“I don’t want to start the argument all over again, but I’m just saying, I knew where I was going!” Jungkook whined.

“Yeah, that’s why you had to keep asking where we were on the map.” Taehyung gives him a playful punch on the shoulder.

“We got out safely though. We saw a lot of deer and wildlife.” Hoseok chimes in. 

“We had a good time too! The museum was practically empty, so we had the whole place to ourselves.” Y/N explains their time at the museum. “It was really great!”

“Hey, let’s all do something tomorrow. It’s been forever since all 8 of us hung out.” Hoseok chimes in. “We could go to a club and get drinks.” 

“I hope you’re thinking about the evening then, not the day.” Yoongi laughs. “Let’s not be day drinkers and end up smashed again.”

“We could all go to karaoke and dinner, then go to the club. That way we have food in our stomachs first.” Taehyung suggests.

“Sure. I’m always down to see rapper Jin show us up.” Namjoon laughs, referencing the last time they did group karaoke. 

“Better watch out, i’ll be in the rapline soon enough!” Jin widens his eyes at Namjoon. They all laugh.

“Cool, we will meet at the arcade around 4 then?” Y/N asks. The other 7 members all agree. 

Namjoon yawns. 

“I’m gonna turn in guys, still tired from yesterday.” He glances at Y/N. “You were practically sleeping through the movie, so I suggest you go to bed too.” He laughs, then suddenly remembers the strange moment that happened earlier between him and Y/N. He thinks he remembers too because he sees him turn away.

“Haha, yeah, I'm pretty tired too. I had fun today, and I’m glad we all have this weekend off to spend together. Get some rest y'all.” 

“Get out of here with your english slang.” Jungkook jokes with Y/N and stands up too. He gets up and makes his way to his room. The other members each respectively say their goodnights and head to their own rooms as well.

Namjoon lies in bed for a while, unable to sleep. The day keeps on replaying in his head like clips from a movie. Seeing Y/N walk around the museum and how pretty he was, him staring out the window at the cafe and his face so close to Namjoon’s on the couch. Namjoon brings his hands to his face. 

What is happening to me?

Never before has he had these feelings for another man, let alone someone he has known for most of his life already.

Is it really okay to think about him like that? 

He shakes his head, catching himself. It’s not like he was doing anything wrong. To be fair, if anyone looked at Y/N and tried to say he wasn’t a cute boy, they'd be lying. It’s only natural. Plus, it’s not like anything actually happened between them today. Namjoon feels a twinge of guilt.

Why do I feel guilty for having these feelings? 

Namjoon rolls over, head full of thoughts. Eventually, he drifts off to sleep, thinking of rays of sunshine reflecting off silky hair and sparkling eyes.

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(Meanwhile, in Y/N's room...)

Y/N is lying down on his carpet floor when Jimin walks into his room and sits next to him.

“So, what’s up with you?” He pokes Y/N in the side. “You’re ‘tired,’ huh?”

Y/N frowns, not looking at Jimin yet. 

“Yes. I’m allowed to be tired.” He rolls over and pokes Jimin back. “Are you here to lecture me about something?”

Jimin sighs.

“Look, Y/N, we basically share one brain cell. I can tell when something is up with you. You always help me when I come to you. Now spill.”

Y/N groans and sits up reluctantly.

“Is Namjoon acting differently lately?” He poses the question that has been on his mind all day. “When we were hanging out he seemed off, lost in thought or something. I’m worried about what happened during that interview.”

Jimin tsks at Y/N.

“Of course, you aren’t worried about yourself, but someone else. Look, if you are that concerned, maybe you should go ask him. I’m sure he would appreciate it.” He pats Y/N’s knees. “He did seem off. I gotta admit, I’m a bit concerned too. I think it’s best you ask though, you’re good at these things.” Y/N nods, looking at the ground. Jimin tilts his head. “Aaaand you still have shit on your mind. What else is up?”

Y/N smiles. 

“You just can’t cut me a break, huh?”

“Absolutely not. Come on, lay it on me. I’m a secure secret keeper, I swear by our twinship.”

“More like we just happen to have the same birthday and year, not exactly twins.” Y/N laughs. “Plus, I'm older by like, 2 hours.”

“Ah, you're stalling! Hurry up and tell me what's wrong before I use twin telepathy on you.” They both laugh.

“I don’t know. It’s just…” Y/N looks at the wall for a moment, searching for the right words. “Hanging out with Namjoon today felt so different. I mean, we are around each other every day. We all are. But something changed.”

“Could it be you are finally realizing your super mega gay crush on him?” Jimin smirks.

“Whaaaaaaaat?” Y/N’s head snaps to meet Jimin’s with a taken aback look.

“Oh my fucking god Y/N, you have been crushing on him since we debuted, you CANNOT be this stupid.” He puts his hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “You wrote about him in all your letters home for crying out loud.”

Y/N blushes and stutters. 

“W-well, I wrote about all of you-”

“Yeah, but not like you wrote about Namjoon. And how about all the times you would fall after he did in practice so he didn’t feel bad? All the times you’d fix things right after he broke them so people don’t find out? Don’t act like you don’t!” Jimin is satisfied when Y/N cups his hands to his face.

“Oh god, was it always that obvious?” He says through his hands. 

“Not to Namjoon. The man has an IQ of 148 but is somehow thick as a brick.” He smiles at Y/N. “Honestly, I think he may not be as straight as you think he is.”

Y/N looks up, betraying his curious face.

“Huh? What makes you say that?”

“Well if you also weren’t so absolutely in your own head, you would notice how you make him smile so much. He thinks you are adorable.” Jimin teases Y/N, who blushes and hides into his hands again.

“You don’t know that, you are just making assumptions to tease me.”

“Somewhat, but I also believe that man is not straight.”

“Come ON, he is such a simp for Megan The Stallion.”

“Oh, so you’re promoting bi erasure now?” Jimin lightly punches Y/N in the side. “Plus, he basically worships Anderson Paak. And you have to admit, he treats you a bit differently. There could be something there, you never know.” 

“How would that even work? Two members of BTS getting together, the fans would lose their shit. Plus, I don’t think it's even allowed.”

“Who says? The company is literally ours. Plus, you wouldn't have to be public about it. Fans will make assumptions anyways. You yourself have seen the ao3 pages and wattpad fanfictions. At this point there is a fanfic for each and every one of us together.” He shudders as if recalling a memory. “I will never forget some of those… I should have left my curiosity to rot.”

Y/N laughs. 

“Holy fucking shit do they love putting you and JK in the omegaverse.”

“I still can’t believe Tae got us to read those. I have never been the same man since.” He laughs and then regains his train of thought. “Anyways my point is, don’t worry so much. Things will work out. Just keep being yourself and if something happens, great! If not, oh well. We will survive.” He opens his arms and beckons Y/N to hug him.

“Thanks Jimin. You always know how to help me organize my brain.”

“I know, I know, you can praise me later.” They hug for a second. “No matter what, we will always be a family. All eight of us.”

“I know. I’m so grateful.” 

“Even if one of us is fucking the leader.”

“Ugh, you perv!!” Y/N punches Jimin.

“Ouchh, don't take out your frustration on me, save that for Joon! Ack-” He is cut off when Y/N punches him again.

“And now you have overstayed your welcome. I don’t approve of perverts in my room, get out before I pepper spray you!” Y/N stands up and drags Jimin to his feet, pushing him to the door.

“Haha okay okay, i'll leave. You know you love me.” Jimin peeks his head from behind the door, trying to act cute.

“Less and less by the second. Now goodnight.” Y/N closes the door slowly, forcing Jimin to move his head.

“G’night hyung!!” He is heard jogging to his own room. 

“Night Jimin.” Y/N sighs and falls on his bed. He stares at the ceiling, thinking about the day and what to do next.

Nothing has changed, so I shouldn’t change. Just keep doing your thing.

Y/N reassures himself. He then thinks of Namjoon.

I should check on him tomorrow. I’ll keep an eye on him while we hang out, just to make sure he is all right.

He sighs and turns to his side. Eventually, he drifts to sleep.

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Stay tuned, Jae loves you <3

#dreams of pretty boys and nice things #what a loverboy #idol au #kim namjoon #namjoon #rm #kim namjoon x reader #namjoon x reader #rm x reader #kim namjoon x male reader #namjoon x male reader #rm x male reader #kim namjoon smut #namjoon smut #rm smut #bts #army #bts fanfic #bts gay fanfic #x male reader #male reader #Spotify

[magicianapprenticelyra]

Tagged by @ace--of--swords

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people.

M — Move Mountains (Inspired by "Avatar: The Last Airbender"), by Divide Music

A — (Almost) Sweet Music, by Hozier

G — Gymnopédie No. 1, composed by Erik Satie

I — In Your Hands, by berlinist (GRIS)

C — Constellations, by The Oh Hellos

I — Iridescent, by Linkin Park

A — Apologize, by Timbaland (ft. One Republic)

N — Next To Me, by Emeli Sandé

A — All I've Ever Known (Hadestown)

P — Propeller's Lament (Puppet History)

P — Pierre, by Ryn Weaver

R — Renewed, composed by Frida Johansson & Henrik Oja (Unravel)

E — Everywhere, by Michelle Branch

N — Never Enough, by Loren Allred (The Greatest Showman)

T — Tsubomi / Taiyou wo Motta Hi (Wolf Children) | True Colors, by Phil Collins

I — I See Fire, by Ed Sheeran (The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug) / [Celtic Woman's cover]

C — Cold Feet (Little Nightmares)

E — End of the Hall (Little Nightmares 2)

L — Love Catastrophe, by Xiaoshi Guniang / Xiao Huan (Goodbye My Princess)

Y — You'll Be In My Heart, by Phil Collins (Disney's Tarzan)

R — Restoring the Light, Facing the Dark, composed by Gareth Coker (Ori and the Blind Forest)

A — A Million Dreams (The Greatest 'African' Showman) Alex Boyé ft. Dixie State University [Cover, The Greatest Showman]

[I tag whomever wishes to do this! This was so hard. I have too long of a long username, XD]

#magicianapprenticelyra #the scribe writes #ask to tag #the scribe speaks

[lomapacks]

@erosrpbr tagged me to put my spotify on repeat playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs that came on. (coloque a playlist no repeat do spotify em aleatório e poste as 10 primeiras músicas)

your teeth in my neck by kali uchis

will he (medasin remix) by joji

blind man by xavier omar

sad b!tch by clip

have faith by palace

gymnopédie n.1 by erik satie

take a slice by glass animals

tightrope by xxxtentacion

break it off  by pinkpanthress

be by hozier.

Tagging: @usermina, @melzinhaspeaks, @ryanhelps, @claricelispctor, @gwldcnz, @katherine-mcnamara, @tonkinwrites, @wooshikie, @firetfly.

#personal

[wellthatwasaletdown]

Alessandro is 100% creepy but the caption is maybe teasing Harry? Gymnopédie n.1 is a piano composition by Satie (someone people think of a one of the fathers of the ambient music we have today). It’s a poke at his piano thing he did at the last show.

#anonymous #submission

[pearlsandpetticoats]

#so pretty #Spotify

[youngroyalsrewatch]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨ 💜💜 -myyoungroyalsblog🫂

I have been trying to write again lately so that means a lot of acoustic and instrumentals on repeat. So here is the top 5 with my favorite lyrics (if it has lyrics)

“Today, I’ll Survive. Tomorrow, make sense of life. It’s just a matter of time.”

“With a storm in my mind, you would understand why — They all name hurricanes after us.”

“And you are still in love with someone else. It’s cracking dawn.”

“Even though it hurts, even though it scars, Love me when it storms, love me when I fall.”

Thank you to others who sent this ask too. I see them and I love you so much for thinking of me, but I really don't listen to enough music to list 5 per each ask, so this is the one for all.

#thank you for the ask #ask game

[fredborges98]

Gymnopédie No. 1

Este capacete, assim como muitos outros capacetes de Vendel e Valsgärde, é coberto pelas chamadas imagens pressblech. Essas folhas douradas mostram diferentes desenhos do que se acredita ser (parte de) um ritual de iniciação. Alguns dos elementos mostram semelhança com designs europeus continentais e designs encontrados na Inglaterra. Objetos como esse pertenciam à elite absoluta da sociedade marcial do início da Idade Média e estavam entre os itens mais valiosos da cultura material.

Por: Fred Borges

Deus não se utiliza de capacetes e armaduras.

Deus é o próprio capacete e armadura que nos protege 24 horas por dia!

Mas há de colocá-lo na sua vida, convidá-lo todos os dias, agradecer todos os dias de sua vida por sua presença!

Nesta entrevista com Deus, John James Brown, mais conhecido com o pseudônimo de James Lachard nascido em 1923 em Clacton-on-Sea, Essex, Inglaterra foi um escritor, empreendedor e empresário que deixou sua marca e seu marco na sua passagem aqui na Terra.

Ele foi notabilizado com seu escrito um texto: "Sonhei que tinha marcado uma entrevista com Deus".

Sugestão: Leia ouvindo uma das mais belas composições: Gymnopedia n°1 com Erik Satie.

UMA ENTREVISTA COM DEUS

“Entre”, disse Deus.

“Então você gostaria de me entrevistar?”

“Se você tiver tempo,” eu disse.

Deus sorriu. “Meu tempo é a eternidade. É tempo suficiente para fazer tudo.

Que perguntas você tem em mente?”

“O que mais te surpreende na humanidade?”

"Muitas coisas."

“Que eles se cansam de ser crianças, têm pressa de crescer e desejam ser crianças novamente.

Que perdem a saúde para ganhar dinheiro e depois perdem a dinheiro para restaurar a saúde.

Que pensando ansiosamente no futuro, esquecem o presente, e não viva nem para o presente nem para o futuro.

Que vivam como se nunca fossem morrer e morram como se nunca tivessem vivido.”

Deus tomou minhas mãos nas Suas. Ficamos em silêncio por um tempo, então eu perguntei:

Como pai, quais são algumas das lições de vida que você deseja.

Você quer que as crianças aprendam?”

Deus respondeu com um sorriso.

“Aprender que eles não podem fazer ninguém amá-los.Eles só podem deixar-se amar.

Aprender que o que tem de mais valioso não é o que tem em suas vidas, mas quem eles têm em suas vidas.

Aprender que não é bom se comparar com os outros.

Todos serão julgados individualmente por seus próprios méritos,não como um grupo em uma base de comparação.

Aprender que rico não é quem tem mais,mas é aquele que menos precisa.

Aprender que bastam alguns segundos para abrir feridas profundas nas pessoas que amam e muitos anos para curá-las.

Aprender a perdoar praticando o perdão.

Aprender que existem pessoas que os amam muito, mas simplesmente não sabem como expressar ou demonstrar seus sentimentos.

Aprender que o dinheiro pode comprar tudo, menos a felicidade.

Para entender que duas pessoas podem olhar para a mesma coisa e vê-lo totalmente diferente.

Para apreciar que um verdadeiro amigo é alguém que sabe tudo sobre eles, e gostam deles de qualquer maneira.

Aprender que nem sempre é suficiente para ser perdoado pelos outros,mas que eles devem perdoar a si mesmos.

Fiquei ali sentado por um tempo curtindo o momento. Agradeci a Deus por este tempo e por tudo o que Ele fez por mim e minha família.

Então Deus respondeu: “A qualquer hora, estou aqui vinte e quatro horas por dia. Tudo o que tens a fazer é perguntar e eu responderei. As pessoas vão esquecer o que você disse.

As pessoas vão esquecer o que você fez. Mas as pessoas nunca vão esquecer

como você os fez sentir!"

James J. Lachard (Jim Brown)

Você entrevistou Deus recentemente?

Mais importante, você permitiu que Ele o entrevistasse?

#Youtube

[mariececilebaritou]

Comprendre et mémoriser la Gnossienne n°1 d'Erik Satie

Comprendre et mémoriser la Gnossienne n°1 d’Erik Satie

Moins connue que la Gymnopédie n°1, cette Gnossienne est tout aussi digne d’apparaître au milieu des tubes du piano. Dans cette vidéo, je vous explique comment elle est construite, afin d’avoir toutes les clés pour la mémoriser au plus vite. Comme une rêverie improvisée, elle est assez simple à apprendre, ce qui va arranger beaucoup d’entre vous. ➡️Pour apprendre à la jouer pas à pas en 3…

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[anniemay-af]

#gymnopédie #n°1 #erik satie #mood #good music

[namusthetic]

Pick one of my 5 different personalities to hang out with

N. 1

Sad to the core

Only listens to slowed down and reverb versions of songs

Listens to you and stays at your side when you need silent support

Most active in the time between dusk and twilight

Tired eyes

Gets distracted by the city lights and sounds

Would probably fall asleep on you at some point

Has too many doodles on their arms and hands

Likes to walk and travel aimlessly

Just wants to lie down on the floor and listen to music

Reads mangas on public transportation

Would definetly get in a fight if anyone gets picked on

Likes to skateboard while on a caffeine rush

Is always tired but never sleeps

Brings a pen and a notebook to write lyrics they will never publish

Reads worn out books at late night cafes

Quiet most of the time, would follow you around

Takes you with them to long walks around the city at night and then to eat something at a 24/7 store

Takes a camera with them to snap pictures when the inspiration hits

Playlist:

(probably all slowed down and reverb)

4:00A.M by Taeko Onuki

If I Get High by Nothing But Thieves

Re:Re: (single version) by ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION

Formula by Labirinth

After Dark by Mr. Kitty

Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood

Instant Crush by Daft Punk ft. Julian Casablancas

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? by Arctic Monkeys

Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex

Interlude: Set Me Free by Agust D

Softcore by The Neighborhood

505 by Arctic Monkeys

Space Song by Beach House

Suga's Interlude by Halsey ft. SUGA

Gymnopédie No.1 by Erik Satie

Let Go by Ark Patrol

Otherside by Post Malone

Can You Feel My Heart by BMTH

Black Out Days by Phantogram ft. Future Islands

Don't by eAeon ft. RM

Trouble by Coldplay

Can't Love Myself by faceless boy. ft. Mishaal

The Beach by The Neighborhood

listen before i go by Billie Eilish

Cry Baby by the Neighborhood

Six Forty Seven by Instupendo

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Good-whatever-part-of-the-day-you-are-reading-this-at, I am back from the dead, once again... :D

Needless to say, this is going to be a series. This time I've decided to make separate posts for each personality though, because I've realized my last posts were way too long, especially with the playlists included.

So, I hope you enjoy this series, and now I'll stop babbling or this post will get too long too.

Bye~ ✨

#moodboard #aestethic #character aesthetics #tag your aesthetic #character concept #tag yourself #playlist #song suggestions #types of people #night aesthetic

[seospicybin]

ahhhh

I'm sobbing 😭 jokes aside, this is absolutely amazing! I really thought the reader would stay! But the plotwist really caught me off guard, you have great writing!

Oh no! Pls stop sobbing, let me give you a hug 😄

Should I share some little details of Haven?

When Chan helped y/n zipping up her dress, Liebestraum by Franz Liszt was playing. Liebestraum literally means "dream of love" and Liszt wrote this piano piece inspired by a poem by Ferdinand Freiligrath, it included the lines “Be sure that your heart burns, and holds and keeps love. As long as another heart beats warmly with its love for you” which is perfect for this part of the fic when Chan realized that his feelings for you were always been there.

When y/n asked Chan if he had a tough day then calmed him down, telling him he missed her favorite piano piece playing that night. It was Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven, Moonlight Sonata originally titled "Almost a fantasy" which perfectly describes what happened next in the fic (aheeem...) where it felt like a dream to Chan to met you again and did that spicy stuff to you.

On the second time y/n and Chan had sex the next night after dinner, Gymnopedie No. 1 by Erik Satie was playing where you both laying on the bed. Erik Satie titled his Gymnopédies after a type of atmospheric ancient greek dance where young men/woman danced naked, so yeah, that explains the spicy stuff happened before.

And on the last night of y/n and Chan together, Brahms' Lullaby by Johann Brahms was playing. Brahms dedicated this piano piece to a childhood friend on the birth of her second child and that he had been in love with her, so he included a hidden counter-melody based on a song she used to sing to him when they were young. It was a given spoiler since the knowledge behind this piano piece pretty much mirrored Chan and y/n's story.

It's all in the little details you guys, sometimes you don't have to wait for the next part, I put this little spoilers everywhere that pretty much determine the whole story. I am that slick 😆 jks jks

Anyway, thank you for loving Haven!

I've been meaning to write a Bangchan fic with a lot of fluff in it! Thank you to everyone who read it, mwah mwah ❤😘 -f.

#spicy mail #haven #it's all in the details #bangchan smut #stray kids smut

[0celesteisthebest0]

Take A Chance On Me

Word Count: 3,929

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Fem! Reader(no y/n)

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Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, lots of tears, descriptions of a nightmare, references to Washington mission, feelings of anxiety, again a lot of tears, (tell me if I should add more).

Authors notes: So quick shout out to my friend EUN!!! They are the best because they heard me bitching over finding a gif and was like dude!! Let me just do one for you, forever grateful 🥲. They aren’t on tumblr but thank them rn!!! uh tidbit about the chapter it reminds me of the feeling you get when you hear Gymnopédie No.1 but other than that this chapter speaks for itself, have fun with the it folks :)

Chapter 22: Rest

Pacing was all you could really do, you continued to pace outside the room that Jack was staying in. You didn’t want to leave his side but the doctor who treated your injuries from the last mission said it was best to stay outside the room as they checked his blood and overall well-being without your nervous presence. The ride back to headquarters you talked to Jack about anything to keep him awake. He wasn’t talkative in those moments but he made small noises to tell you that he was awake and listening. It seemed that whatever the drug was could've had worse effects on his health and you were worried that Jack wouldn’t be able to move. So you decided to pace outside of his room to wait on what the doctor had to say.

 You didn’t focus on the pains that were shooting from your legs and arms. All you focused on was Jack. Your hands also stinged and you thought it might’ve been because you were pulling on Jack’s lasso. But those pains would heal. You weren’t too worried about your own health. You didn’t focus on anything but what was happening behind those doors. You didn’t realize someone was calling your name until a hand grabbed your shoulder. You jumped and turned to see Champ exhausted eyes stare at you.

“Brandy, calm down. You're creating a crater in the hallway with how much you're pacing,” he exclaimed and you stopped pacing and started to pick at your fingers. “You need to go check with a medic, I’ll go walk with you,” he insisted and you refused to move and stared at the door in front of you.

 He sighed softly at your concern, “He’ll be fine. Come on, we gotta go check your condition…” you continued to look at the door and didn’t budge when Champ tried to gently push you away. 

“He wouldn’t like you ignoring your injuries for him,” Champ stated and you sighed and started to move to go check with a medic. Champ followed you and you were forcing yourself to walk quickly.

“Brandy, slow down.” Champ exclaimed and you lessened your pace, “you gotta keep a level head right now,” Champ told you and you huffed. How could you keep a level head if the person you care about most is hurt and might not recover. The person you care about most could’ve died by your hands. 

“Everything is fucked,” you seethed and turned to where the medic was waiting for you. Champ sighed at your anger and walked in. 

“Brandy the mission was a success even with the events that happened. You were able to get the information and get out of there alive,” he corrected your anger with what happened. Why does it matter if the mission was a success? You could’ve died, Jack could’ve died and it just feels like you are deplorable when he only focuses on the mission. The medic started to look at your condition and pulled out a flashlight for your eyes. He was checking for any head damage and put away the light and grabbed your arms and started to look at the damage to your hands. 

“You have superficial rope burn on your hands, shouldn’t be a big problem but I’ll fix them up either way,” the medic uttered and went off to get something for your hands. You sighed and looked at Champ who was giving you a face.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m fine, what I’m worried about is Jack’s condition… I mean he couldn’t move, maybe he can’t move forever now or I fractured his ribs while performing CPR or worse he could’ve forgotten everything and…” you began to spiral and started to bite your nails out of anxiety. Champ's hands pulled your hand away from your mouth and he looked at you with a strict gaze. 

“Stop, your gonna kill yourself with the amount of overthinking your doing. Stop thinking alright and just listen,” he demanded and you opened your mouth to speak again but he gave you a fierce look. You quickly shut your mouth and let him speak. “You did everything in your power to get both of you out of that situation. The mission was a success so don’t play this game with me.”

“But..” you were about to ramble to him and he stopped you.

“Nope you're not going to do that. The mission was a success so stop your fussing over it ” he sighed out and you huffed at him. You weren’t fussing over something so serious it just made the anger and pain of this situation simmer. You just nodded at him and refused to look at him. You didn’t want him to see how your eyes were getting watery from frustration of this situation.  The medic walked in and grabbed your hands and started to clean your hands and applied topical aloe. The medic then cleaned it with gauze pads and wrapped your hands with cloth gauze. 

“How are your ribs feeling,” the medic muttered and you breathed in and out to see if you felt any pain. 

“Fine.”

“Well it doesn’t seem you have any other injuries so you can leave,” the medic muttered and you swiftly started to walk out of the room to go towards Jack’s room and Champ followed your speed. When you got to the room the door was open and you ran in to see the doctor talking to Ginger about his condition.

“The drug only affects his body for a short time, so he’ll be moving by tomorrow. He’ll experience side effects from the drug like fatigue, flu-like symptoms, and intense muscle pain,” you sighed softly and tried to calm down because it seems like he’ll be fine. 

“Does he have any other injuries like fractured ribs or…” you started to ramble and Champ's hand was placed on your shoulder as a signal to stop. 

“No, he doesn’t have any injuries other than some bruising around his ribs,” the doctor stated calmly and you quickly looked over to Jack who was asleep on the bed. He didn’t look pale like he did when he was with you. He looked so peaceful sleeping and the tension in your shoulders softened just a little. 

“I was surprised to see him still awake after he got injected. So when I finished checking if he was alright he knocked out,” he added and you nodded at him not really paying attention and only focused on Jack who was breathing. He was breathing and that’s all that mattered. “I’ll let you guys be, when he wakes up just call me over,” the doctor said as he started to walk out of the room. You moved closer to Jack’s bed then stopped because Champ still had his hand on your shoulder. 

“Brandy, I think you should go home and rest,” he told you and you contorted your face cause of his statement.

“No I can’t. I need to stay here,” you argued and tried to remove his hand from your shoulder. 

“He’s not going anywhere…go home and get rest I’ll call you when he wakes up,” he pleaded with you and you stared at Jack and back at him and sighed softly. You didn’t want to leave him but what good were you to him exhausted. You pinched the bridge of your nose and nodded. 

“Ginger, look over Jack while I drop Brandy off,” he ordered, letting go of your shoulder. You looked at him confused at his statement but just let it happen. You can’t really argue with what Champ has to say. You looked at Jack again and calmed down because he was alive and that’s all that mattered. 

He's alive and that’s all that matters.

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Graves of the people you cared about most were surrounded around you. It was your fault again, you weren’t able to save them and now you have no one again. You knew you shouldn’t have let them in and now since you did you killed them. Another group of people you let die, useless. The ground beneath you started to sink and you just let it eat you up. You deserved this…

You deserved to be alone, you shouldn’t even talk to anyone. You just ruin everything by being here. Those thoughts surrounded you as you were dragged down into the pit of despair you’ve created. The faces of those you lost appeared. New faces appeared, those of whom you’ve never wanted to see in this state. Isaacs unnerving lifeless eyes stare at you. He was so pale and his lips looked blue. Liz looked bloodied and broken, her bright eyes were dim and the smile she wore when talking to you was nowhere in sight. You tried to touch them but the hole kept dragging you down.

It was a suffocating feeling that you couldn’t escape and it all became worse when you saw Jack’s lifeless body. You were trying to pull yourself out to reach him but it kept pulling you down. You were screaming for him. Begging for him to be alright, you didn’t want to see him bloodied and alone. You tried so hard to drag yourself out but...

You spring up from your bed and your breathing is erratic. It’s just a nightmare, it’s not real, it’s not your fault, it's just a nightmare. A nightmare… you close your eyes and remove the covers that you had over you. Beads of sweat fell from your temple and tears rolled off your cheeks. It wasn’t real, they were alive and you didn’t kill them. You didn’t cause your friend's death either… you couldn’t stop it but it didn’t mean you caused it. You quickly take off your hoodie that caused you to sweat more from the nightmare you just experienced.

 You sighed to yourself and got up from your bed to the kitchen. You really didn’t want to think about this right now, you went to the fridge to see if there were any snacks you could eat to get your mind to only focus on food. You pulled out the tub of ice cream from the freezer and grabbed some variety of chips that you had in the cupboard. Maybe you could watch some T.V to focus on something else. You grabbed a spoon and made your way to the couch. You turned on the T.V and flipped through the channels to see what was on. It was mostly just showing reruns of things that you didn’t care to watch. It was four in the morning so it made sense that they didn’t have anything to watch. You sighed and continued to look through the channels until you stopped at some old cartoon reruns. You smiled at the silly images of Tom chasing Jerry. You hummed at the show and opened your tub of ice cream. You scooped out some of the sweet dessert and put it in your mouth.

The cold feeling made you shiver and your focus was on Tom who was getting beat up by a dog. You tried to get comfortable on your couch but you were getting cold especially since you were only wearing a tank top and some sweatpants. You sighed and went to your room to get a blanket and went back to the couch and made yourself comfortable. You continued to eat your ice cream and watched the bright screen in front of you. 

It was somewhat therapeutic to watch cartoons alone in the dark. Your arms were sore and so were your legs but that didn’t matter all that mattered was the T.V in front of you. The reruns continued and you finished the tub of ice cream and you felt your eyes get heavy with sleep. You didn’t want to sleep, you're afraid of the nightmares that would haunt you. You’ve had nightmares since before you started this job but you hated them. Just because they were always there didn’t mean you got used to this feeling of guilt and pain. It didn’t mean you weren’t afraid anytime you went to sleep. So you forced yourself to stay up and continue watching the cartoons in front of you. You yawned and started to swaddle yourself in your favorite teal blanket. You felt like you were a child watching Saturday morning cartoons with your brother. You closed your eyes and were close to falling asleep but then your eyes opened because you heard a noise. You look at your apartment door and you hear a light knock. 

Why was someone knocking on your door, no one knocks at this hour. You groan to yourself and remove yourself from the soft cocoon you were wrapped in. You forced your tired muscles to get up from the couch and towards the door. You strained yourself a lot from pulling you and Jack out of the water so getting to the door took a while. That shower you took did ease some of the fatigue in your muscles but it was miniscule compared to the current tension. You unlocked the door and opened it just a sliver. Your eyes opened wide and you flung open the door.

“Jack,” you gasped. Why was he here, he should be back at the medical wing resting from what happened. But he was here, wearing his Stetson and his usual Statesman attire. He didn’t even look like he was drugged hours ago. His tired eyes looked at you and he licked his lips and scratched his neck. 

“I-I I’m… Can I come in,” he stuttered out and you nodded your head. His movements were stilted and slow and you closed the door when he got into your apartment. You turned to him and he stared at you with such a powerful expression. 

“Jack are you…” you muttered out and then he pulled you close to his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around you and held you tight. You immediately reciprocated his embrace and breathed in his warm and forgiving scent. You started to cry that he was able to move and reciprocate the embrace you gave him when he was barely conscious. He was alive, he was here with you, he was here. “I’m so sorry Jack, I’m sorry,” you blabbered out. You kept repeating the phrase and Jack removed one of his arms and moved your face from his chest. He moves your face to look at his watery eyes. 

“Hey please don’t apologize again darlin’, you have nothin’ to apologize about remember ,” he wiped away your tears with his calloused thumb. You sniffled and looked at his face that had tears streaming down his face. You’ve never seen him cry before and watching him tear up in front of you made your heart break. You moved your arms and cupped his face to wipe away his tears and he grabbed your hands as you cupped his face.

“Jack, I almost killed you! That's something to apologize about and..” A choked out sob interrupted your teary statement and the tears grew worse. “I was so worried about you,” you sniffled out “I just kept thinking that… fuck … that if something happened to you it was my fault. And god when you weren’t breathing I just… I couldn’t lose you Jack. You mean so much to me and if you died I…” you sobbed out and he embraced you tight again. 

“Breathe darlin’... just breathe for me, I’m right here. I’m alive darlin’... I promise to you I’m not goin’ anywhere. You saved me okay, you did all you could to save me so please sweetheart don’t blame yourself on all this shit okay?”  he pleaded and rubbed circles in your back. You tried to focus on the sensations of his touch instead of the guilt in your chest. He sighed and pulled you closer to him. 

“I’m just so sorry… god I’m sorry that you had to do all that sweetheart. I’m sorry for so many things,” he breathed out and you made the embrace tighter because of his words. 

“Jack, you don’t have to apologize, I don’t want you to apologize, please… I just don’t know what I would’ve done if you died. I-I love you Jack, I love you so much… and I’m-,” you stopped yourself from continuing and Jack’s hand quickly made its way to your face. He tipped your face to look at him and his eyes were blown and watery. 

“You love me?,” he asked with hesitance. You love him, you told him that and you didn’t even realize that you did but god you loved him with every fiber of your being.

“Yes, Jack I love you,” you said with no hesitation and Jack moved your face closer to his. 

It felt like everything was moving in slow motion, you couldn’t hear anything other than your own heartbeat in your ears. You felt his breath on your face and he closed the distance between you two with a tender kiss. The feeling of his mustache against your skin, his strong nose bumping against your cheek, the way he moved his hand to your neck to deepen the kiss. Your senses were overwhelmed, the way he smelled hypnotized you and you just wanted more of this feeling so you moved your hands to his neck and continued the fluid motion of your lips together. The pain you felt in your arms shot up to your shoulders but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was you two, the universe could wait. 

At that moment it felt like the universe understood and everything around you two faded away.  It was a feeling of exploring one another and shedding the pain and worry with something else entirely. The inherent unhurried gentleness of this sensation of him, his soft lips meeting yours to heal you. To take the pain and turn it into love and hope, you couldn’t help but feel complete.  The tears didn’t stop falling from your eyes but this time those tears weren’t from pain but from joy. The concept of time was relative in this very moment, so it felt like you spent eternity kissing each other until he pulled away. You were left dazed and gasping for air and you smiled wide at Jack.

“I love you too,” he breathed out and your heart couldn’t take the array of emotions that you’ve experienced just now. You felt like you were grinning like an idiot when he told you that. He caressed your cheek and he gave you a toothy grin. “God you look beautiful,” he kissed your forehead and you felt giddy. None of what happened felt real but you're so glad that it was and you leaned into his touch. Tears streamed down your face and you couldn’t quite believe what he just told you. The tears didn’t stop and you got choked up at the variety of emotions that whiplashed in a couple of seconds. “Oh sweetheart.” He loves you he really loves you and… after everything that the two of you experienced he-

“Can-can you say it again,” you sobbed out and of course he complied. His arms reached for your waist and he picked you up. 

“Jack!” you beamed at him and he started to grin at being able to make you smile.

“I love you,” he twirls you around and you start to laugh at his shenanigans. He sets you down and kisses the corner of your mouth and thumbs away your tears. You felt a bit dizzy after all that and the soreness of the muscles of your legs started to make you buckle. “Woah there, you fallin’ for me sugar,” he grabbed your waist and you looked at his bright eyes and dopey grin. You rolled your eyes but your smile never faltered. 

“You're so corny,” you sniffled trying to contain yourself. 

“Only for you sweetheart… you gonna be alright?,” your heart leaped and you continued to smile until your cheeks hurt. Of course you were going to be alright he loves you! You nodded at his question. 

“Jack, can…” the hesitance of asking was eating you up and he looked at you with those beautiful eyes looking like you were the only person in the world. 

“I’m all ears, sweetheart,” his kind tired eyes stared at you with so much joy.  

“Can you stay with me tonight?

He kissed your forehead, “Of course.” It was a plea that you were happy he took. You grabbed onto his hand and guided him to your couch where the pair of you sat down together. The tears from before were dried up but were threatening to come again as you saw Jack moving and breathing a polar opposite from your nightmares and from the mission. His eyes were still misty and it’s what caused your tears to stroll down your cheeks. He immediately brought you close to him and let the emotions out.

“I’m so happy you're alive, I’m so happy you're here… I don’t want to ever deal with that again.” You cried into his chest and the warm feeling of Jack made you cry more. It seemed like you were holding a lot of emotions from all of this and the dam just released. He held onto you, making sure you were okay and you saw tears prick his eyes. “Can-can you hold me like this… I don’t want to let you go,” you were blubbering out words at this point, too many emotions going into overdrive from pure happiness to fear in one quick second. 

“Of course darlin’, I won’t let you go I promise. I promise I’ll be here for you always,” he said earnestly while the two of you shared tears of pain and joy together. “I love you so much and you’ve done so much for me, for us and I will always be here for you,” Jack said somewhat choked up and you immediately started to sooth him by making patterns on his back. 

“I’m-“ you couldn’t even begin to start what you wanted to say but all that came out was a choked out sob.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” he sighed softly and just continued to hold you until both of your breathing wasn't erratic from the array of things you’ve faced. He softly pet the back of your head. 

“I’m just so happy,” you sniffled out trying to not hyperventilate. “So happy you’re here.” You emphasized again. “I’m sorry it doesn’t look like it but really I am.” You wiped away some stray tears that continued to leak out. It really felt like you couldn’t stop crying and you aren’t sure if it’s a problem yet. 

“Darlin’, it’s okay… please I want you to let it all out.” His tone was watery like yours but more a calming presence than your erratic emotions. His continuance of stroking your head as you rested your face on his chest soothed you, the tides of tears reached its peak and all that was left was the exhaustion crushing down on you. He didn’t let go of you and your body was exhausted from the emotional toll that you experienced. You were swiftly drifting away and Jack’s grip didn’t loosen which made you feel safe. 

“I love you,”  There was no need for any more words, just love. 

“I love you too darlin’.” Were the words that echoed you into slumber so you could rest.

Taglist: @shadowolf993​ @salome-c​​ @marydjarin​ @captainstormborn

#agent whiskey x female reader #agent whiskey #kingsman the golden circle #slow burn #angst #idiots to lovers #take a chance on me #hurt/comfort #my fanfiction

[soldierallen]

Airplane Mode.

Henry leaves to do the Witcher season 2 y/n needs to talk to him but he switches his phone off to airplane mode.

Warnings: none.

“Henry” she whispered seeing him flat on his back asleep with a book on his chest reading glasses still on, she smiled kissing his forehead pulling off his glasses she covered him with a blanket “it’s easier for me to say this while you’re asleep but I do in fact love you...to the ends of the earth” she killed the light and walked away into her bedroom, Henry would stay over some nights to get some sleep or read a book to relax they were best friends not together for lots of reasons, he’s an actor who isn’t around all the time, he’s always in love with someone else, she can’t pick up and leave like he does, oh did she mention he’s always in love with someone else.

She lays in her bed looking at the roof until finally she fell asleep, laying awake thinking of the man in the living room never felt good because he didn’t love her back the way she did him.

she sits at her piano looking at the keys her mind wanders, “play me something..” she hears his voice she hums “hello sleepy head, like what?” He puts his hand on her shoulder as He sits next to her on the piano bench “something that makes you feel alive..” he says she looks at him like he’s crazy “are you feeling okay?” she asked checking his head with the back of her hand he rolls his eyes pulling her hand away “play” he said wanting to watch her, “gymnopédie no. 1?” She asked he nodded yes, as she played the piano he smiled he loved watching her play she was so involved in the music she loved having him here he rubbed her thigh lovingly as she played Henry’s love language was psychical touch the music soared through the walls you could hear her in every room even though it was quiet and she lived alone it felt like the whole world could hear it.

and when she finished she smiled at Henry, he smiled back “you love what you do?” she nodded her head “I teach what I love” she said gesturing to her prize possession, “I’m leaving to do season two” he blurts out she feels her throat get dry “how long do I have..” she asked “tonight my plane leaves at 10” he said clearing his throat he clasps his hands together his elbows on his knees he looked stressed by telling her this, “and you thought now was the perfect time? what about four days ago or a week ago why would you tell me now?” she tried not getting upset however clearly she was he pulled her in hugging her “I’m sorry” he says “it’s always I’m sorry with you” she pulled away from their hug “go I know you’re just dying to leave like you always do.” “Come on don’t give me that crap if I could stay I would. you know that” he says not mad or angry but with a hurt tone in his voice, these goodbyes were always the hardest for them they spilt up constantly and she was getting tired of losing him. and he got up getting his things and going.. she thought about him-.. he’s leaving again and he’ll keep leaving it’s not fair she cried calling him..no answer.. straight to voice mail- she put his phone on airplane mode how am I going to get to him? and with the only thought in her mind

Run to him. And that’s what she did she got into her car speeding to the airport it was 9:30 at night she knew he was already there he hates waiting for bag check, she ran through the airport a women yelling at her to get through “this is my romcom moment” she said at all the people waiting in line “I don’t have any bags I’m not getting on a plane I need to tell the man I’m in love with that I love him he won’t answer my calls he’s on airplane mode and I need to talk to him, please let me through it will take 5 seconds I will put my keys and my wallet in that bucket and take off my shoes” and the lady got a little choked up hearing her speak she frisked her for about three seconds and let her through “you go get him sweetie” she said to her “thank you ma’m” she sped off with her sneakers in her hands keys and wallet too “Henry” she yelled, nothing she searched for him with her eyes nothing.. god was I too late- “Henry” she yelled once more and when she turned around his hand was on her shoulder “hey what are you doing here and shoeless?” he looked concerned he hugged her tightly

“I’m here for you, listen you can reject me and that’s fine- I’m not here to stop you I’m here to tell you I love you and I have for as long as we’ve been friends and trying to hide it from you has been the hardest thing in my life” she shallows quickly trying to catch her breath Henry listens his eyes getting glossed over “I heard you” he cut her off “what” she said “you said “I love you to the ends of the earth” but I thought I was dreaming I thought it was fake” he pulled her body closer to his “I love you y/n to the ends of earth the galaxy and whatever else is on the other side, you mean more to me than life itself.” He kissed her lips slowly “I’m not stopping you from going to do your show you just needed to know” he nodded his head his forehead up against hers “I know” he said lovingly “fly out to me in a week I wanna see you, I wanna hold you and tell you how much you mean to me in detail” he whispered “in detail?” She smiled as his lips glazed over her smile “yes darling, in detail.” He kissed her once more “can that be our song, the song you played on the piano” he said and she nodded “I’ll always think of you when I hear it”

“Now Bording the 705 to Budapest, Hungary.” He looks at her and then He looks up “that’s you cavill... stay safe oh and maybe don’t put your phone on airplane mode until you get in the plane” she said with a small laugh his followed “more dramatic that way... I’ll see you pretty girl” and he borded his flight she waved to him putting her shoes back on she smiled at him and he laughed watching her finally bording his plane.. as she walked back to her car a text was sent to her

From Henry

“I love you.”

From Y/n

“You’re on the plane and you took it off airplane mode?”

“You’re unbelievable!”

“oh and I love you too henry.”

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