#totally didnt like it at first but i found myself humming it this afternoon

[icanttakethemonmyown]

Current Midnight faves?????

Mine are currently:

Maroon

Bejeweled

Midnight Rain

Karma

omg TASTE anon!! My current faves in no particular order are bejeweled, karma, sweet nothing and basically all of the bonus/3am tracks

i feel like some of the other songs might be growing on me but that could totally be bc of all the fancams/edits on tiktok lmao

(i just wanna do a special shout out to paris and bigger than the whole sky for their 1989 and folklore/evermore vibes respectively, they are probably my top faves if we were counting!!)

[atc74]

In Living Color

Written for the third BTZ Challenge. This time around we picked a prompt, then an aesthetic was made to go with the prompt, but we don’t know what or who will be in it. My prompt is: You have been completely color blind your entire life and only see in shades of grey. You come across a stranger that appears in total color. Beta’d by my amazing partner-in-crime, @just-another-busy-fangirl. You’re the best LK!

Word Count: 1481

Warnings: hmmm nothing, I don’t think...Sam in a suit?

My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I see black, white and shades of gray. Those have always been the only colors I see. My parents told me the color of their eyes and hair when I was a child, so I assumed mine would be similar. I learned to distinguish the different shades of gray so that when I dressed myself as an adult, I didn’t look like a circus sideshow attraction if I ever came across the one person who could see me in color.  

I have seen a sunset, but can never appreciate it’s beauty. Flowers in a garden smell beautiful, but I will never see them in all their bloomed glory. I have never truly enjoyed a fireworks display or seen the colored brush strokes in a Picasso or Van Gogh. The only colors I have seen are in my dreams, like a kaleidoscope of wonder.

Can you see in color? Or maybe you cannot see red or blue? I long for the day when I can see true color with my eyes open. My parents tell me it will happen to me someday. I will meet my soulmate, my true love, the person I am meant to be with forever. He will be the only person I will ever see in color. But what if I never meet him? My worst fear is that I will never see anyone in color. Most of my friends can now see color, having found their ‘person’. What if I don’t have one?

I work as a reporter for a newspaper in my hometown of a midwestern state. Wichita, Kansas is pretty much the middle of nowhere, USA. I hold a journalism degree from Kansas State University. I think I have always been drawn to the written word, whether it be newspaper or books, because it is the one thing I could see the way it was meant to be seen: in black and white. I think that is what really drove me to write.

I walked into work one typical morning, bag in one hand, strong cup of coffee in the other. At the newspaper, each day started off with a meeting - a huddle, if you will. A recap of the latest, breaking news is given, assignments handed out and updates on current stories in progress. I generally work crime stories. This is a newspaper and a story is a story, facts are facts. This has always been fine by me.

That particular morning was no exception. My editor handed me a sheet of paper. I had covered a high profile robbery a couple months before and the suspect’s trial was beginning. A very wealthy couple, the Sedgwicks, who lived on the outskirts of Sedgwick County had their home burglarized. All of their artwork and jewelry had been taken, but nothing else. I had seen some of the crime scene photos and none of the expensive electronics had been taken or silver, just the art and jewels, and according to my source at the police department, they think it had been an inside job; there had been no fingerprints found in the home that didn’t belong there.

I slipped the lanyard containing my press credentials over my head and arrived at the courthouse earlier than usual, I wanted to get a good seat right behind the prosecutor's table as it would offer the best vantage point of the proceedings. I took out my notebook and my laptop and began jotting some notes. I planned to also make a couple of sketches, as I was a decent artist. My heart just wasn’t always in it though, as there are only so many shades of gray, but court was the perfect place to practice.

I didn’t notice the time passing as I sketched the small courtroom, but I heard the hum of people around me as they arrived and took their seats. I looked up from my sketch pad and noticed the defendant and his attorney had arrived. I watched as the prosecutor approached the table in front of me as she sat down. I could tell from many years of experience in deducting color that she was wearing black today, but it appeared she was also wearing a dark colored scarf, my guess would have been navy blue or a deep purple.

I ducked my head down and returned to my sketch pad when I heard her talking with someone and I glanced back up. The first thing that caught my eye was color. I saw a broad expanse of dark blue and I followed it up, and up; he was quite tall. But he was in color - I could see him in living color.

I think I must have squeaked since his head whipped around to inspect where the sound had come from and his eyes landed on me. His smile faded and his eyes widened, a look somewhere between confusion and wonder taking over his handsome features. His hair was longer than what would be considered respectable in court and it was a rich chestnut, falling just below his collar.

He placed his briefcase on the table and took his seat as the jury was ushered into the courtroom. The proceedings started and I learned his name was Sam Winchester, the new Assistant District Attorney. I kept my head down making notes on my laptop in between sketches, glancing up when necessary. The prosecution had a solid case and announced they would rest before lunch. I gathered my things and rushed out of the courtroom as fast as my legs allowed. Once into the hallway, I ducked around the corner, my bags crashing to the hard marble floor and pressed myself up against the wall.

Could it really be him? Is Sam Winchester, ADA, my soul mate? I thought to myself. I took a moment to collect myself and decided the best course of action was to pretend like nothing happened. I could do that. After lunch I would walk back into the courtroom, head held high and do my job. I am a professional and I would not let this get to me. I would deal with this in time, my own time. With my mind made up, I decided to grab a quick lunch.

I picked up a bowl of soup, chicken noodle, along with some crackers and took a seat by the window. I tried to empty my mind of any trace of Sam Winchester, but my attempts proved futile as I gazed out the window and there he was. He was on his phone and by the animated gestures he was making, I am guessing it was a heated conversation. I tried my best not to stare, but to see the world in gray with a sudden burst of color was too much and I was unable to tear my eyes away from him.

Even from a distance he was stunning and then he turned toward the building and his eyes met mine through the window. I was taken aback, the way he fixated on me. I needed to finish my lunch and head back into the courtroom before my resolve faded.

Just as I was exiting the cafe, I ran head first into a solid mass and thought I had hit the wall, it stopped me with such force, until a strong set of hands were holding me up. My eyes travelled up the same shade of blue I had seen earlier in court. The wall I had run into was none other than Sam Winchester, ADA.

“Hey, where’s the fire, pretty girl?” His voice was deep and his touch set my skin on fire.

My eyes locked on his. I had nothing to compare it to, but they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I had read enough to know how to describe colors but I was so lost in those multi-faceted orbs, colored like the kaleidoscope in my dreams; blues, greens and golds shone brightly in the afternoon sun breaking through the windows. And then he smiled at me and I am sure my heart stopped.

“Hi,” I managed to force out, though the inside of my mouth felt the Gobi desert at high noon.

“Hi, I’m Sam Winchester and you are the most captivating sight I have ever seen,” he marveled, his voice almost a whisper.

“Y/N and likewise. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but you do exist and I can see you, in color.” I was babbling now and he chuckled.

“I like coffee. Do you like coffee, Y/N?” Sam asked.

“Sam Winchester, given enough coffee, a pen and a pad of paper, I could rule the world.” I beamed.

Sam smirked and took my hand in his. “Sounds like I have my work cut out for me, then.”

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