#it doesn't happen instantly but he does gain some courage he didn't have before

[satoureaper]

if you were a DEITY, what would you be God of?

The Revenant

At some point in recent years, you suffered what felt to you like a 'death', whether creative, social, emotional, spiritual or even literal, and you've been reborn. This reincarnation didn't come easy, and you're not entirely the person you were, but you sloughed yourself out of your figurative grave with the kind of vigour only a phoenix could have. When you sleep, you dream strange and vivid dreams, and your gaze now holds a certain intensity. When something takes your attention, it doesn't let go. Your kindness is endless, as is your love for vast things like the sea, the sky and the stars. You have a certain unshakable fixation with religion or higher powers, and the prospect of death doesn't scare you. In fact, you feel less fear than you should, and you've never felt more alive than you do now. As a deity, you're the god of life and death, of moving on, of growth and of courage.

Stolen from: @nonhumen Tagging: @theircurse, @sigmadolos and whoever else wants to do it!

[bonny-kookoo]

What would happen if nightvision!jk found oc having a nightmare? especially since she seems to have a more traumatic past

Jungkook is a light sleeper.

It's normal for his kind- he tends to sleep more often throughout the day, instead of sleeping once in a deep way like you do for example. After all, in the past, his species had to survive out in the open. They didn't build shelter for themselves or live in communities- that came with evolution, a lot later, when his kind started to become more and more intelligent.

But some things still remain- such as his sleeping habits. Because of that, he rarely ever dreams, since he never enters that stage often, and when he does, he doesn't remember it nor are his dreams very clear or vivid. But you? You dream a lot. And he loves watching it, whenever you sleep and he doesn't.

The way your nose twitches, your fingers move, or how you sometimes even mumble incoherent things barely audible. It's extremely interesting and also something that makes him proud- because to have you so comfortable around him that you happily let yourself sleep, full trust in him that he will look over you, is just the biggest compliment you could give him.

But something you also experience, are nightmares.

Yoongi had explained to him that nightmares are negative dreams- bad ones that are filled with past experiences or fears. You don't really talk about what exactly you have nightmares about- but he doesn't really need you to say it, because with the way you behave, it's obvious what you must be going through whenever you're caught in those dreams.

The way your leg kicks out, how your hands seem to try and hold onto nothing, his name that you call out over and over-

and that one goddamn sentence you repeat, over and over again.

I'm not bad. I'm not bad. I'm not bad.

Good behavior had been drilled into you at the facility. You'd been absolutely brainwashed into doing exactly what you'd be told, no matter your own feelings towards those things. You weren't allowed to have opinions, or emotions, or any sense of autonomy. You were just there to act when told to, to think nothing, feel nothing.

And whenever you failed to do that, you'd earn the consequences. Whenever you've been 'bad', they'd lock you out, in a room, no lights, no sounds, no nothing. Water, and a handful of nutrition-feed. Nothing else.

Back then, he had no idea how to snap you out of that behavior. He had been lost in what to do, and in his panic, he remembers his hands on your shoulders, eyes on you, voice as authoritive as he could manage while having to see your panicked and terrified expression.

"You'll listen to me from now on. No one else, only me." He'd ordered you. "If you do what anyone else but me says, you'll be bad. And you don't want to be bad, right?" He'd asked, and you'd shaken your head almost violently, eyes instantly having teared up.

It had taken time to make you learn to own yourself again. To control your life, decide for yourself, gain back the courage to say 'No'.

But even if you've overcome a lot nowadays, that doesn't mean that the past doesn't still haunt you.

But it's fine- because he's been learning too. He's learned how to handle you, how to act around you, how to help you feel safe and protected and most of all valued and loved. So before he wakes you up, he leans over you- hands and knees on each side of your body, before he leans down to kiss your cheek, his basilisks carefully shaking you awake. And when you do, he's quick to hold your panicking body, keep you secured in his hold, offering soft words of reassurance to you.

If you hide now, you'll just have a panic attack. And he hates seeing those.

But these days, you're handling your own nightmares a lot better. You take his offered support, you hold onto him as much as you can, and you don't even cry as much either. Instead, you let him keep you up for a moment, sitting up with you on his lap, asking you random things, steering your mind away from whatever your dream had been about in order to make you forget.

And it works. Not even half an hour later, you're calm again, rubbing your head against his shoulder in an effort to scent him, and get your own smell of fear off.

"Do you wanna go watch the airships later?" He asks softly, and you nod.

"Can we get something sweet, too?" You ask quietly, and he chuckles.

"Of course." He hums, kissing the top of your head, his appendages still keeping you close to him. "Anything you want."

[aint-a-babe]

비탄, Seo Changbin.

(Heartbreak)

Warnings: a lot of angst, would not recommend reading if you're looking to read something cute and soft, breakup and heartbreak themes, so if you are sensitive to these don't continue reading. This imagine does not present any explicit content. 

Word Count: 1200.

Posted originally on my insta (@staybabe_)

Story inspired from Lauv's song "Who" ft. BTS.

I wanted to use a different angle on this. Typically when someone writes about breakups or heartache, the one who breaks up with the other is seen as a "bad person" and I wanted to provide another side of the story. Thing ends for a reason, right?

Other Changbin stories: none yet.

He couldn't remember the last time his throat was this dry. He felt nauseous, sick, but also better than ever before. Realization hurt him so deep inside and yet made him feel excruciatingly alive.

The ability to breathe slowly flooded into his body but it didn't come without tremors. That's when he noticed his shaking figure, a small thing that brought him too many memories, ones he couldn't differentiate between the good or the bad from anymore. 

This same feeling accompanied him when you first got together; when you smiled his way, your eyes closed tightly trying to fight a fit of laughter that was caused by him doing something unconsciously cute. When you gripped his hand while crossing the dark streets, afraid of the darkness the night had to offer.

And yet it's the same exact feeling as to when you first broke his heart and he yours, that one regretful night where you both said things you didn't know you meant till later on, things you both apologized rather quickly for, dismissing the others' words continuing as if nothing had happened.

He still couldn't realize how long he had been feeling this way, forgotten. Alone. But he wasn't eager to do so, he was already in enough pain being here with you right now. You were so unconscious of his thoughts and that only broke him down more. Changbin's chest tightened as he heard you laugh at the images that were showing on the television. That damned laugh caused him to shudder and feel at home all at once. 

His eyes shut when he heard the popcorn crunch in between your chewing, was he oversensitive? Or were you purposely pushing his buttons? This sensation of doubt wasn't new to Changbin. To this day he still couldn't tell if your actions were thought out -planned- just to spite him or if he was slowly growing tired of your presence.

A sigh left his lips as he parted them, this action gaining your attention. "Something wrong babe?" You asked him, not letting your gaze leave the screen in front of you. He turned his head to look at you once again, his features slowly turning into a frown as he sees your unaffected being. "Nothing" he mutters, but that seems to be enough for you since you continue eating your popcorn. 

'I can't do this anymore. I need space. I need to breathe again. I can't deal with us. I have to get away from. . . you.' 

These thoughts floated through Changbin's head over and over again for weeks now. Had he just noticed how definite they were maybe he wouldn't be in this position now. Constant guilt filled him every time you touched him, kissed him or even smiled at him.

He felt as if he were cheating on your emotions, he was stuck in a constant lie he couldn't get himself out of without hurting you. Yes, you were a barrier to his own happiness. Because even though he was sick and tired, he loves you and doesn't want to harm you in any way. 

And slowly he realizes it can't be dragged out any longer, the more it is the more he breaks your heart and the harder you fall. Tears started to fight their way to the surface, threatening to expose everything he has to hide from you. He looks towards the ceiling in attempts to control them, but as soon as he does one falls down his cheek, slowly making its way to his neck and disappearing into his shirt. 

He silently prayed for you to not notice as you do with everything, but the universe was clearly against him since you decided to nuzzle your head into his neck. Almost instantly feeling the dampness of his neck, you quickly turn to look at him and immediately see the redness in his eyes.

"Babe… what's going on?" You turn the TV off and leave your bowl on the table, turning back to him showing he has your full attention. When he doesn't speak, you decide to pry a little.

"Is it work? Is it stay? Are you stressed?" You question him rather quickly, not giving him time to think what he wants to say or do. You place your hand on his wrist rigging on it slightly. "You want me to draw a bath? We can get those salts and soaps Channie got us for our anniversary, maybe eat some ramen?" You smile, thinking you were helping.

But what Changbin did next was unexpected by both you and him. 

He snatched his wrist from you and stood up, causing you to fall into his spot on the couch, face first. "Just stop!" He raises his tone 5 levels higher, taking a deep breath he clutches into his hair. "Just stop, stop everything you're doing and let me think."

You sit up properly on the couch and look at him as he starts pushing around the room. You brush your hair behind your ears as it was starting to but you, the action helped you realize how fast your heart was beating but you weren't quite sure why. You weren't scared of binnie, in fact you've seen him this way one to many times before. This is how he gets when he has something that's been weighing on his mind for too long, so there isn't no any news for you to panic, right?

But your heart and heavy breathing betrayed you, something was wrong and it has to do with you, you just know it. You let him be, all he needed to do was figure out what he wanted to say and how, and so you let him.

After 5 minutes he stops and turns to you, and he isn't afraid anymore. The fear that was holding onto him has soon fled from his body as he looks into your eyes. Your beautiful eyes that once but not so long ago made his stomach turn to mush, but now gave him courage to do right by you, and by him. 

He knew it was his turn to be selfish, but it was time to let you go. "We… no." He takes a deep breath "I need to break up with you." He speaks softly, not feeling the need to pick up his voice or to get closer, and by the look on your face you could hear him, loud and clear. You couldn't help but let your mouth fall open to his words, now it was your turn to fight the urge to cry.

You study his features, not knowing what you're looking for. His expression was cold and yet filled with warmth, you couldn't read him at all and that's how you knew this was actually happening. If you could do one thing in this relationship it was reading his emotions and knowing his thoughts, but now… there was nothing left for you to read or see. Everything you knew about him disappeared from your memory, and the only thing left in that room was two complete strangers and a broken heart.