I stared at the text from y/c, as if I was trying to engrave it in my brain forever. Why had I agreed to go to a party with him, and sneak out of my house in the process? I quietly left my room and snuck down to the basement. I quietly thanked god for walk out basements as I quietly opened the door and shut it, quickly running over to Y/C’s car. I opened the door and sat down, quickly buckling. “What are you doing? Go go go” I urged. Y/C chuckled and put his car in drive, and he drove us to the party.
The party was in full swing by the time we got there. The music was loud enough that you could hear it from one block over, and cars lined the streets as if the world was going to end and this one house is where you would be safe. “We are so not finding a place to park” I groaned, fixing my shirt. Parties were notorious for hookups, and I was hoping that Y/C and I would end up hooking up with each other by the end of the night.
“Yeah” he groaned and we drove to the next street over. He finally parked infront of some random house, and we got out of his car. I started walking down the street when y/c called out my name. “Where the hell are you going?” he asked.
“To the party” I gave him a weird look.
“This way” he shook his head. I followed him through someone’s backyard until we reached a literal wall. “It’s a good thing you’re very small” y/c teased, looking at the wall which was taller than me. “Damn I forgot they had this” he muttered. Unlike most of my friends, I was given the genes of an ant, and was barely 5′2″, a long way from y/c who happened to be well over 6 feet. “Alright lets do this” y/c sighed and tried to roll up his shorts as much as he could and got down on one knee. I placed my foot on his knee, trying my best not to get any dirt on him. I got my hands on the top of the wall, and got a little extra boost to get my whole body on top. I sat and waited as y/c climbed up and jumped down. “Do you trust me?” he asked, stretching out his arms.
“Of course I do” I smiled.
“Alright, I’m going to grab your legs, and you slowly let yourself down” he instructed. I felt tingles once he held onto my ankles and slowly scooted off the ledge, holding onto it by my hands. Y/C removed one hand from my ankle and held my waist, and then moved his other hand to the other side of my waist. “Okay let go” he said. I let go and fell a little, but was sturdy in y/c’s arms. I held onto y/c for safety, and let go of him once I felt safe. “Hi” he grinned.
“Hi” I bit my lip as y/c set me down on the ground.
“Wow y/n, you look great” he stepped back.
“Thank you” I smiled and walked over to a group of my friends, swaying my hips lightly.
“Y/N you look smokin!” y/f/n exclaimed, hitting my arm.
“Thanks, hopefully it’ll be good enough” I sighed.
“Oh shut up, if nothings happens tonight then he’s stupid, alright? Now come on, let’s get us drinks” y/f/n led me towards the gazebo where kegs and bottles of beer were lined up. I grabbed a bud light and took a sip.
“Wow y/n wanna dance?” y/g/f/n asked.
“Maybe later, I just got here” I smiled.
“Alright, well I want to dance, now” he grabbed my arm and pulled me.
“What the fuck y/g/f/n? How drunk are you” I pulled my arm back.
“Look I’m just really, you’re just really hot tonight, like damn girl I’d fuck you” he slurred. I rolled my eyes and turned around, walking back to y/f/n. Y/g/f/n grabbed my arm, turned me around and forcefully kissed me. I pushed him off of me.
“Stay the hell away from me” I glared at him.
“Oh come on y/n, if I could I would” he smirked. Before I could say anything, y/c had showed up.
“Dude lay off, she clearly doesn’t want to hook up with you” he tried to calm things down.
“Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it? Everyone in this damn schools knows that you’re not gonna do shit, mostly because you haven’t done shit for y/n” y/g/f/n spat. Y/C muttered something and punched y/g/f/n’s jaw. My jaw dropped, had that just happened.
“Stay away from her for the rest of today” he shoved y/g/f/n and grabbed my hand, leading me away from the scene.
“Thank you” I quietly said.
“For what?” he asked, his hand was holding onto mine tightly.
“For that” I softly said.
“He was bothering you” y/c stopped walking once we were in the house and in a living room. “I did what any guy would have done” he gave a soft smile and sat us down on a couch, letting go of my hand.
“I’m such a dick, I didn’t stop him because he was bothering you” y/c admitted. “I stopped him because I didn’t want to hear about, or see you two hook up”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I wanted to hook up with you” he muttered. I raised an eyebrow and bit my lip. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was pressing my lips against y’c’s lips. His lips moved against mine, swiping his tongue across mine every once in a while. I straddled y/c and tangled my hands in his hair as he lowered his hand to rest on my butt. Every kiss made it feel like I was in heaven. It was once we heard a random shout from outside that we pulled away. I rested my forehead against y’c’s for a few moments before getting off of him and sitting on the couch.
“I don’t want us to be a hookup” y/c interlocked our fingers. “I want us to be real, I want a relationship”
“Are you trying to ask me out?” I giggled.
“More like asking you to be my girlfriend, and to come with me to dinner next Friday”
“Well I can’t really say no” I grinned and pecked y’c.
“Within the perils of his own demons, he came to recognize the purity held within you, and how even the loneliest of creatures have the ability to feel.”
Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Supernatural themes
a/n: idek what this is, unedited because it’s 3 am.
He phased into your reality within a
flash, unseen to all others passing around him, through him, unaware
of the mythical being standing at the corner of twenty second and
fifth; irises a mixture of fire and cobalt, a perfect contradiction
of his very existence.
He gazed at you from across the narrow
road, lined with cars and street vendors that yelled out into the
brisk morning. It was easy to spot you, a face all too familiar to
him, and rightfully so, after the many years spent by your side,
watching and protecting.
Reader x J-Hope - BTS (ZombieApocalypse!AU) Genre: Angst, Eventual Smut, kinda smutty in dis one? Synopsis: The times and trials of people trying to make it in a world that’s heading for ashes. Word Count: 12.7k Part 1 of ?
AN: *mentions of death and gore* I’m gonna put a TW up on this as it’s a pretty graphic (I mean obviously it’s a zombie apocalypse AU :/) but just a warning! Let me know how ya like it! <3
Everything I loved, became everything I lost.
If you remembered back to the time where you felt peace; where you felt a complete calm, no fear running through your veins, no worries running through your mind, nothing but happiness and ease, when would that be?
You could almost taste the memory on the tip of your tongue. The summer before the outbreak. Thankfully, strain X-44 decided to let you enjoy one last family outing, making its infamous appearance only a day after one of your favorite times of the year.
It was Independence Day. Your family always threw a huge get together, inviting as many family members as your backyard could hold. Aunt, Uncles, Grandmas, Grandpas, Cousins, whether be second, third or fourth, hell, even removed, they’d be there. Cars lined the street late in the night, the entire block setting off fireworks into the stars as lightning bugs danced around the atmosphere and june bugs sang their songs of summer, celebrating national freedom.
“Kids! The food’s ready! Come eat!” Your mother yelled from the porch. A slur of screams and giggles as the children finished splashing their current opponent added to the cacophony of all the sounds of the evening. A repetitive pop song played from the stereo and numerous people swayed drunkenly to its beat, naturally.
You sipped from the cold beer bottle in your hand casually even though you weren’t of age. Your mother figured a few on the 4th of July couldn’t be that bad and who was going to deny underage drinking? The sun was setting by now. The blistering heat from the day slowly dissipating into a mild breeze while the mugginess remained. You sighed as you ran your fingers through your damp hair, still drying from the trip to the pool nearly an hour ago. This humidity being your only concern.
Imagine the Joker breaking into your apartment to hide out from the cops. However, he doesn’t know what kind of surprise is waiting for him.
A/N: I was really surprised by the amount of people who enjoyed the first part of this. So I hope you guys like this one, there’s going to be a third part so don’t worry~
Warnings: Casual murder (cause the Joker is the Joker)
It’d been at least two weeks since Gothams most wanted criminal broke into your house and stayed the night. The memories of the night you’d spent with him still brought crimson blush to your cheeks. You’d never done anything impulsive like that in your life. He was clearly a bad influence on you. Or maybe, you were secretly into things like that. Who knew. He was gone before you woke up, the only thing remaining of him was a Joker playing card that sat on your nightstand. The existence of that card was the only thing that assured you that you hadn’t dreamt the whole thing.
Warnings: language, Jensen being adorable af (yes that’s a warning)
A/N: This is for @one-shots-supernatural 10k Celebration Challenge!! Sorry it has taken me so freaking long to get this out but here we go!! I hope you enjoy it!!! I wrote it pretty fast so it might actually be shit tbh….
*throws it and runs away to hide under the Christmas tree*
Snart woke up in the morning staring at he ceiling. There was something in his gut that told him today was going to be one of those days.
He swung his feet off onto the cold floor grabbing his boots. He pulled them on lacing them up tight before he stood up. He looked at the side table grabbing his wallet putting into this pocket. It was a routine. It wasn’t that he anticipated needing, but more of a habit.
He sighed as he reached for a ring. Nothing special. Just a plastic quarter machine one.
He rolled it around his thumb and index finger. It was rough from holding onto it for so long. He shoved it into his front pocket clearing his throat before grabbing his interior jacket of his parka.
He walked putting it on and looked over seeing Mick walking toward. He had a look on his face that said he wanted something, “It’s going to have to wait Mick.”
“Can’t.” Mick stopped next to him, “Y/N, needs are help in the hanger.”
Snart looked at him surprised, “Really? Did she say why?”
Mick rolled his eyes, “Look, I don’t ask questions. I just go where I’m told and she needs help with something. It’s supposed to help us get home.”
“Well…” Snart adjusted his collar and started walking down the hall, “What are we standing around for.”
Mick hung back a moment let a long breath out of his nose. He had no idea what he was going to do once they got there and Snart didn’t see you.
You stared into the core taking a deep breath.
“You don’t have to do this.” You looked over at Sarah behind you.
You smiled a little, “Yeah I do. If I don’t we’re all going to die, and I can’t let happen.”
She watched you look down at your hands, “What do you want me to tell him?”
You looked back at her frowning, “That I’m sorry. I know he won’t understand…but…my time with him has…”
Sarah frowned walking over to you giving you a hug, “I’ll tell him. Don’t worry.”
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t get by.” Sarah pulled away looking at your face. She smiled brushing a tear away, “Thank you, Y/N. I won’t forget this. None of us will.”
You took a deep breath turning away from her, “Dr. Stein, Mr. Palmer, can hear me?”
Palmer’s voice came through the com link you were wearing, “We hear you and we’re getting clear readings.”
“Mr. Palmer.” You smiled stepping up to the door, “Don’t be sad…help them get home.”
“Y/N…” It was Rip, “I have documented your work. Everything found while you’re inside…it will be put to good use. I assure you.”
That was as close of an ‘atta girl, as you were going to get, “Just promise me you’ll take them home.”
“I’ll do my best.” Rip cleared his throat, “Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.”
You took another deep breath, “I’m entering the core now.”
Everyone on the bridge waited quietly. Rip glanced over at Palmer and Stein looking at the readings. Jax was comforting Kendra. He looked away from them all silently praying to himself that this would work.
“Rip…” He listened as your voice came through, “It’s beautiful…time all at once. There’s an elegance to it. It’s not contain in the sphere at all…it’s branching out to the variance tubes.”
“I’m sure it is.” Rip said trying to be comforting, “Are you able to see what’s wrong?”
“Yes…I’m working…my way over.” Your voice sounded labored, “I can see a branch…it’s attached to the hall from the center…it makes sense. It’s like a virus…spreading on the ship instead of the drive system.”
“Is everything going alright?” He asked glancing at Stein. The doctor shook his frowning.
“I’m managing.” You told him working your way around pipes. You could feel your skin blistering, “I’m almost there…how are the readings looking?”
Ray swallowed blinking away the tears, “Strong…and clear. Your vitals…”
“Don’t worry about that.” You interrupted him taking a deep breath. It burned going down. “I can see the tilt. I’m going to start pushing…Gideon as soon as you see an inch…take off.”
“We’ve got a problem.” Sarah’s voice came through.
Rip sighed, “Subdue him. No matter the cost. Gideon lock the core door.”
“Move Sarah.” Snart stood in the room staring past her too the door.
“I can’t do that.” Sarah looked at him frowning, “She needed to do this. She wanted to do-”
“I don’t care! We can still save her!” Snart shouted taking steps toward the door. Sarah stepped in the way, “Don’t…push your luck Canary…”
“Snart…I know…but I can’t let you.” Sarah raised her fist, “I am prepared to do whatever it takes.”
“Let me talk to her.” Sarah’s eyes got wide. He stared at her, “Please, Sarah…let me talk to her.”
Sarah looked down for a moment before reaching into her ear handing the com to him, “I don’t think she has much time.”
He took it putting it in his ear, “Y/N…”
You paused for a moment, but then kept pushing the metal barrier watching the tendril slowly inch away. You need to hurry…you could feel the pain take over.
“Y/N…I know you can hear me.” He walked toward the door looking inside trying to see you, “Please come out.”
You felt tears slipping down your face as continued, “Please…I’ll tell you everything…please…I can’t lose you again. Come out.”
“Len…” You frowned pushing your back against the wall putting your feet against barrier. You took a deep breath, “Don’t be angry…”
“I could never be angry with you.” He whispered putting a hand on the window, “Just come out…let me take care of you.”
You started to push, “Thank you…”
“For what?” He tried the handle again.
“For teaching me what it’s like to be wanted.” You let out a yell as you put all your might into it. As you did the tendril latched onto your leg burning into your skin.
“Y/N!” Len shouted as he started to throw himself at the door, “Open the door!”
“Gideon?” Rip asked shutting his eyes as he sat in his chair, “Are we able to move?”
“Yes sir. Plotting a coarse out of the stream.” Gideon stated.
The bridge remained still as Snart’s cry for you filled the ship.
Mick sat in the hanger on one of the spare ships listening to his partner until he couldn’t anymore and shut the shuttle’s doors.
Sarah stood there watching him bang on the door getting no reply from you. Finally she walked over grabbing his arm only for him to rip it away from her, “Snart…”
“She can’t be gone…” He whispered, “I still remember her…”
Sarah frowned staying there with him until he would be ready to walk away. She knew it might be a while.
You landed hard against the ground feeling the last bit of the air in your lungs escape. You rolled on your side gasping for air as you tried to see where you were.
Everything was so dark and damp. You slowly found your breath again getting to your knees. You looked around seeing a neighborhood.
“Wh…” You stood up spinning slowly seeing antique cars lining the street. You turned stopping as you looked at a blue house. He had described it perfectly to you right down to the deck furniture.
“1629 Hadley…Avenue…” You whispered slowly walking toward it glancing at the mailbox that read Snart.
A/N: This is something written without a specific name so you can imagine it with whom you wish. Hope you all enjoy it! Let me know if I should do more like this, yeah?
❝ You two broke up, and you haven’t seen him since. Your best friend convinces you to come out because you haven’t since the big break up. However, something you least expected to happen happens. You see him.
“C'mon, you should come. It’ll be fun besides,” the voice on the other line pauses before continuing, “you never come out with us anymore.” It’s obvious there’s more she wants to say, but she cuts herself short. “Look, I just really miss you, ____,” your best friend shouts to you on the phone, trying to talk over the loud music in the background.
You let out a loud sigh because you know she’s right. You haven’t really gone out ever since your break up with your ex-boyfriend. You can already envision the pout forming on your best friend’s face as she waits for your answer. “Okay, okay,” you say, finally giving in.
“Oh thank god,” you can practically hear her jumping up and down with excitement, “I’ll text you the address. See you in a few darlin’.” She makes an over-exaggerated “mwah” into the phone before hanging up.
You drag yourself out of bed and look at yourself in the mirror. What a mess, you think to yourself, as you look at your reflection in the mirror. You sport a pair of sweatpants and an old, grungy t-shirt. You lazily pad your feet across the hardwood floor as you walk to the bathroom to take a shower.
After showering, you look in your closet not having the slightest clue what to wear. After contemplating for a good fifteen minutes, you decide on something simple - your strapless black dress and nude heels that showed off your red toenail polish. You head back in your bathroom to curl your hair into tight ringlets and to apply light makeup. You take one last look at yourself in the mirror; Finally feeling satisfied with yourself, you grab your purse and keys as you head out to your apartment.
Some great discovery associated with it may hereafter make our most sanguine forecast of today seem poor and mean beside the reality. That its collections must increase is the law of its being. To it are coming, and will continue to come, things rich and rare from the four quarters of the globe. No limit can be set to its expansion along the lines already so wisely laid down, nor to the results which may flow from it. This is the century of wonders, and its closing years are like to be the climax for all which have preceded them. Men of science tell us that the problem of aerial navigation is on the eve of solution, mainly through atmospheric observations and the study of the motion and structure of birds, carried on it part in collections like this. It is said that the mighty power of electricity has not even shaken off its swaddling clothes, and is yet to tower before us like genie of the Arabian tale from the unsealed vase. If these things be true, and if other revelations of which we do not even dream are to remake the world in these or some of these, it may well be that the institution will have an honored part.
Mr. Edward G. Mason, President of the Chicago Historical Society, “The Message of the Museum to Chicago and the World.”
Field Museum opening day and dedication ceremony, June 2nd, 1894. 8,000-10,000 people in attendance.
Reading this passage gave me chills, putting myself in the position of those at the ceremony, their place in time and history. The fact that when the Museum was opened - the same collections I work in today - that aerial flight was on the horizon, and electricity was in its earliest, infantile stages, is awesome in every sense of the word. Many of these words have endured* more than 120 years and uphold the mission we carry out today – No limit can be set to its expansion along the line already so wisely laid down, nor to the results which may flow from it.
If these people thought then we were at the brink of discovery, then now we are just beginning the gradual downward slope into the infinite spiral. At the center of that spiral lay our increasingly important museums and the collections they house.
Your dog stares at the ceiling when it rains. He never looks away. You learn to never question it.
The rain sounds like footsteps. It makes it easier to ignore the footsteps upstairs. You live alone.
Someone goes missing again. Everyone knows that it’s either the cornfields or the river. Nobody ever says which.
The snow always seems to take more of the year up. It’s always wanting more.
There’s cats everywhere. At night, they come in from the forest and fields and hide under the cars. They stare with yellow eyes when you look. People only say to never turn your back.
The sounds of the trains in the middle of the night are common. Nobody wakes up to them. They keep their eyes shut tight. Those who look take that risk.
The old farmhouses are covered in multicolored writing, and abandoned but at night, the sound of breaking glass can be heard.
You drive past the drug neighborhood and wave to someone you go to school with. Their thin face barely registers you and you’re gone by the time they’re able to get their hand up.
The internet doesn’t always work, but being cut off is better than facing it all.
From the woods, the noises come, past all the fog. People shove headphones in their ears to block it out.
The back roads are everywhere and go everywhere. Nobody talks about where they don’t go.
Don’t stop for the woman in the white dress. Don’t stop at all.
The highways away from this place are always used but nobody really goes anywhere.
The moon shines across the fields here more than the sun.
“In town” is deserted by 8 and only the dared walk through after.
The wind whispers the secrets of the dead who never left and the trees hold onto them.
Every third Thursday of the month, cars line up down main street and select persons in suits or flannels walk into a two story building with new paint and furniture. The lights go on, and the rest of the town is dark and silent. Then their gone, and the building is dark. Any other day, the windows are boarded, the paint chipped, and the building is empty.
Coyotes are starting to move towards town, the officials tell us. It’s not the coyotes, the officials tell us by being the next ones missing.
The towns sign never changes, and new houses are being half built only to be left unfinished. The town never liked new people.
Justin Invites you to his Halloween party and you’re just a friend.*
You looked in the mirror and turned around adjusting your top. You’d decided to go as princeuss jasmine because you often were told that you favored her. It was a blue type bra that was just like hers except a sheer piece of cloth draped from the bottom of the top covering your stomach loosely and you had the pants from Amazon. Your hair was curly and half up half down and your friend Trinity had done your make up. She was dressed as a cheetah. It was pretty basic but she said she had run out of time.
“Are you ready, ” Trinity asked as she grabbed her phone from the charger. You nodded slightly and gathered your stuff. You met Justin through Trinity last year. She was dating Alfredo for a while and they were still friends even after their break up. She introduced you to him at a barbecue that Trinity had. You guys hit it off instantly but most of the time he just flirted with you and tried to get in your pants. You usually just laughed it off but sometimes he was just really tempting.
In the car on your way to the party Trinity blasted the Weeknd and you jammed out with her. About an hour later she pulled up to justins huge house. It was all decked out with Halloween decorations so life like that you were scared before you were even inside. “Wow, ” Trinity said as you both gazed at the mansion. “Rich people really go all out with their holidays and decorations” Your lips presses into a straight line as you turned to look at her. Trinity herself was filthy rich and her decorations were probably more extravagant than most. You both got out of the car and noticed that there were cars lined down the street and the music seemed to make the whole block jump. Hopefully the neighbors weren’t upset. As you got to the door, two big guys stood there. “Name?” One of them asked Trinity and then you. You were nervous as he looked for yours, maybe you weren’t on the list, but as he opened the door for both of you your nerves were replaced with excitement. Cob webs hung from the ceiling and fake ghosts were popping out from the walls. The music was blasting and the lights were orange and green.
“This is crazy,” you muttered as Trinity gushed. “Crazy awesome, ” she smiled as she pushed through the people who were dancing and talking. You followed closely behind her worried about being left behind. You didn’t know how you were going to find Justin. The house was so big and you could barely see. The best you could do was hold tight to Trinity. It seemed like you guys were walking for a while until two hands squeezed your sides. Jumping, you let out a small shriek. “Surprise.” Justin came from behind you with the most amused look. To be continued……
A/N: Italics are the reader’s dream. This is my favorite episode in season 4, so hopefully I do it justice. Feedback is appreciated. I’m not sure when the next parts will be out. I wasn’t even going to post this one this early, but I’m pretty happy with it.
“She called me angel.” You murmured, staring at
the white sheet that held Pamela’s body as it was engulfed in flames. “What
does that mean? I’m not an angel.”
dying, Princess. She probably didn’t know what she was saying.” Dean ran his
hands up and down your arms soothingly before grabbing your hand and pulling
you to the Impala. “Come on. Sam’s gonna drive we’re gonna get some sleep.”
wanna sleep, Dean I’m not even tired.” Your protests were in vain. He knew. He
you’re exhausted. You can’t get that past me.” Arguing was pointless so you
gave in, climbing into the car with him and letting him hold you. You’d never
admit, not out loud and not with Sam around, but this was what you needed.
Sometimes putting on a façade when people close to you died because of you was
way too much and being in Dean’s arms was all you ever wanted in these moments.
What you didn’t know was that all Dean wanted in these moments was you.