Hi, this is the anon that asked about Peter giving the reader her first time. I was thinking when he’s still in Candor, before he’s a Dauntless, they’re friends and they’ve always flirted but nothing serious and the night before the ceremony, they know they’re not going to see each other again, so they decide to have sex as a parting gift for each other or something?”
Description: Hinata’s misconception of Naruto was something he was more than happy to fix.
AN: A collection of one-shot’s featuring NaruHina in the workforce; inspired by cup-of-hot-coffee’s Job AUs on Tumblr. In collaboration with Kae(she wrote the first half.)
do you always buy this many? It’s not very realistic.”
at the collar of his shirt Naruto tried to hide the blush that adorned his
whiskered cheeks to no avail. He was at the convenience store across the street
from his university’s campus and was currently being questioned by the (cute)
cashier on why he always needed so many boxes of condoms.
wasn’t like he was using them or anything! Well not technically that is…
was currently an RA for Konoha University and one of the things he was expected
to do was promote safe sex among the students. The whiskered blond loved his
job; he got to communicate with all his fellow students and was also able to
help anybody who needed it, what he didn’t like however was having to do all of
those boring (and in this case embarrassing) PSA’s.
was unbelievable how fast the students would go through each box of condoms,
and every-time they needed to stock up Sasuke (that bastard!) always sent him
to get the damn things. And every-time he would go to buy them, the cute
cashier with the pretty eyes would always be working the cash.
last time he came to the convenience store he made sure to buy four extra boxes
so he wouldn’t have to go back for a while, but then while setting up the
safe-sex bulletin board, Sasuke - who he swears did it on purpose - stapled the
damn things onto the board, making them defective and ordered him to get some
more. If it wasn’t for Sakura threatening to beat them both to a pulp if they
didn’t stop arguing Naruto swore he would’ve killed him.
DeanXreader Request: Dean gets jealous when he finds out I'm going on a date? Request: Hey will you write a one shot where the reader and Dean have an arguement and the reader storms off crying but then she and Dean make up? (Fluffy!) Request: :3 hiya! I love your DeanXreader fics, so can I request one where the reader falls asleep on Dean. -lots of fluff please-
Pairings: DeanXreader Word count: 3304 A/N: So I mashed three requests up, and I hope none of you guys mind… If you do, just resend the requests and I’ll do them alone… But yeah, I'm sorry I haven’t uploaded in a while, so I made this one longer to try and make up for it? I saw other blogs setting their oneshots out like this, so I thought I’d give it a go, any thoughts/opinions are welcome! Or just a chat if you want? My ask is open! Thanks guys ily all!
The music blared out of your speakers in the bathroom, undoubtedly echoing through the bunker and annoying the hell out of the boys, but you didn’t care.
You were in a good mood as you sang along and danced around, getting ready for your date.
You’d finally met a nice guy in town, and he had asked you to go and watch a movie with him.
You had agreed, only if it was a horror film. They never failed to make you laugh after the terrors ypu had to deal with on a regular basis.
The guy, Rhys, had given you a strange look but then grinned and agreed.
He probably thought that you were looking gor an excuse to snuggle, but if he wanted a girl who was scared of horror films, he had the wrong one.
You finished doing your hair and pulled on a light blue 50s style dress, and some heels.
When you were done, you twirled around and grabbed your purse, applying your make up and then opening the bathroom door.
You almost got smacked in the face by Dean who was about to pound on the door, but he stopped himself in time.
You grinned at him and scooted out of his way, pressing stop on your ipod but continuing to dance and sing down the hall to your room.
Dean stared after you, open mouthed and in complete awe of how hot you looked.
Immediately he followed after you and leant on your bedroom foor frame, watching you dance with a bemused look on his face.
You didn’t even care that he was watching you, ans you simply ignored him as you sprayed perfume on your neck and wrists.
“Whats got you in such a good mood?” He asked, smiling at you, loving seeing you this happy.
You smiled back and twirled around, dropping into a low bow as you answered.
“I have a date,” you explained and then looked up.
Dean had frozen, a look of confusion on his face momentarily before his beautiful smile morphed into a frown. This had a knock on effect to you, and you stopped dancing and looked at him.
Without answering, he turned and walked away from you, trying desperately hard to keep his mouth shut.
You chased after him and grabbed his arm, spinning him round to look at you.
“ What, Dean? What is your problem?” You demanded, heart broken that Dean wasn’t happy that you had a chance to be happy.
Dean wanted you to be happy, but not with some ass who didn’t deserve you. A thought which he repeated out loud to you.
As soon as he spoke you felt your anger rise.
“ How would you know if he’s an ass or not? You’ve never even met him!”
Dean rolled his eyes at you and waved you off, starting back to the library with you hot on his tail.
“Oh please Y/N! I saw you at the mall the other day, making puppy love eyes at lover boy behind the deli counter. That’s who you’re going with?” He asked and you cringed.
You’d hoped that Dean hadn’t seen that, but clearly he had. You didn’t know why he cared though. He clearly didn’t have an issue with people dating as Sam had had a girlfriend and Dean always used to spend the night out with girls.
He surely couldn’t think that you were going to spill the big secret to the guy on the first date…
Crossing your arms, you met Deans fierce glare, much closer to eye level with your heels on.
“Yeah it is! His names Rhys, and he’s not an ass! He’s great, and nice, and polite, and he actually treats me like a girl! He holds doors open for me and compliments me on my appearance! Okay?! Hes nice Dean, and I actually have a chance of being happy here! Why can’t you just be happy for me?” You demanded, tears welling up in your eyes.
You weren’t sad though, you were angry.
You couldn’t remember how long you spent flirting with Dean, waiting for him to take the next step and grow a pair, but he never did. You’d always pictured yourself with Dean, but he wasn’t interested. You’d hinted at him, but it had become apparent to you that Dean didn’t want your relationship to be anything other than friendly.
So you’d moved on.
But now that you might finally have found someone else, Dean wasn’t happy.
Dean saw the tears in your eyes and it destroyed him that he had caused them, but your question bounced around in his head.
Why couldn’t he just be happy for you?
He knew the answer. He almost said it, but he clenched his teeth together to stop it.
He couldn’t be happy for you if you weren’t happy with him. There was jo dpubt in Deans mind that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest pf his life with, however long that would be. But recently, you’d been becoming more distant from him, and now finally the inevitable had happened. Some other guy had seen your light and decided he wanted a piece.
Dean knew that the Deli guy only wanted one thing from you, and he clenched his fists in hatred at the thought of another man holding you, kissing you… anything.
Dean rolled his eyes and yelled back at you.
“HE DOESNT DESERVE YOU! He wants one thing, Y/N! You know that!” Now it was your turn to roll your eyes at him.
“What, like you do? You’re good at bringing girls home for that same thing! So don’t be such a hypocrite!” You snapped, noticing that Sammy was sat in the corner of the room, trying to look as small as a moose in a library can.
Deans face was red with anger, bursting to yell at you that he’d stopping bringing girls home months ago, because of you. He didn’t want any girl unless it was you. He didn’t even notice other girls anymore, much to their dismay. But instead he had to cover it up. This date of yours proved that you didn’t feel the same way.
“Fine, Y/N, go with him! Enjoy your night, but don’t bring him anywhere near me, because I ain’t gonna play nice with him just coz he’s your boyfriend. And don’t come running to me when it ends in tears!”
You were shaking with anger now, your earlier mood completely changed.
You gave Dean one final word before stalking from the bunker.
Outside you waited for Rhys, shivering in the cold, remembering how Dean used to drape his too big leather jackets over your shoulders. He’d do it without thinking when you first met, even though you’d sometimes make him take it back so that he wouldn’t get cold either.
When that’d happen, you’d always wanted to just hold him close and pretend it was for the warmth.
You just wished that Dean had returned your feelings. It hurt you to even think about him with another girl.
Luckily a car horn pipped and you were momentarily blinded by headlights, so you didn’t have time to think about Dean with another girl.
Rhys jumped out of his car and jogged towards you, his hands stuffed in his pockets to hide from the cold.
He grinned when he saw you and you gave him a small smile back.
He put a hand on the small of your back and led you to his car.
“You shouldve waited inside. It’d be warmer, and then I could’ve met your brothers,” he said, but you shook your head.
“Not brothers. Friends. And they’re busy, so maybe another time,” you answered, thinking about how Dean would react if you went in. But Sammy would want to meet him, and you know he’d be upset if you went without an introduction.
Sighing, you stopped walking and took Rhys’s hand, pulling him towards the bunker door, praying that Dean was in the shower so that you wouldn’t have to deal with him.
You pushed the door open and led Rhys in, making a bee line for the library.
Ypu opened the door and walked in, three pairs of eyes turning to you.
Apparently the king of hell had dropped in for a visit, and he, Sam and Dean were all looking at something on the table. Some kind of weapon.
Rhys had already spotted it, so there was no point in making it look worse than it was. Choosing to act natural, you turned to Rhys and pointed out the guys.
“Guys, this is my date… Rhys… and Rhys, this is Sam…”
Sam immediately stood up and shook his hand, smiling a little to try and lighten the mood.
Dean had crossed his arms over his chest and was now giving Rhys the death glare from where he leaned against a book shelf.
You gestured to him anyway.
“This is Dean… And this is my uncle Crowley,” you thought quickly, trying to make this less weird than it could be.
Crowley smirked and tipped his imaginary hat.
“The pleasure is all yours,” he spoke to Rhys.
Crowley probably found it amusing that you’d pretended he was your uncle, but you knew he’d play along. The king of hell liked playing a part.
Rhys shook Crowleys hand, and then offered it to Dean, but Dean just continued glaring at him, not even glancing at his hand.
Rhys got the idea eventually and looked away, his gaze settling on the weapons in the room.
Before he could ask, you blurted out an explanation.
“Uncle Crowley is a weapons professor in England. He’s just visiting with some now…”
Rhys nodded and then looked at his watch.
You got the idea and said goodbye to everyone and headed out of the door, hand in hand with your date.
Dean watched you go, willing himself to stay where he was, because if he followed you now, he’d probably tear deli boys head off.
He’d seen how his eyes had wondered when you weren’t looking, and the hungry look in his eyes.
Rhys had looked at you like you were a piece of meat, not the princess you shouldve been in his eyes.
Dean realised Sammy and Crowley were watching him and so he growled and sat down, trying to research Crowleys problem.
After half an hour of staring at the same passage, Dean slammed the book shut and shoved it away hard enough that it toppled over the other side of the table.
Sam looked up from his book and sighed.
“She’s fine, Dean. Stop thinking about it.”
But he couldn’t. Dean did not like the look of that guy, one little bit. It wasn’t just his jealousy talking, he felt it in his gut.
His chest felt tight thinking about how you were alone with the guy, and Dean leant back and covered his eyes with his hands, worrying about you.
Even Crowley felt like he had to reassure Dean.
“She’s a capable girl, Squirrel. I’d be more worried about what she’d do to him when he tries something,” he yawned, not particularly interested in you or what happens to you. He found the Winchesters love lives too amusing though. They lost everyone they loved. It really warmed his heart thinking about it.
Dean quickly stood up, fighting around the ache in his chest so he could speak.
“I swear to whatevers holy in this world… If he hurts her…”
He couldn’t even say the things outloud that he would do to him.
Crowley smirked and then disappeared, knowing how the Winchester squirrel was likely to react when you got home and explained what had happened.
Crowley already knew, which was why he had left the blast radius.
Dean couldn’t stand it any more. He grabbed the impala keys and his jacket and headed for the door.
Sam jumped up to stop him, and eventually calmed his older brother down enough that he could go to bed without worrying about Dean ripping the poor kids head off.
If you’d known about that, you would’ve wished that Sam had let Dean go. You’d have helped him with the douchebag.
But Dean didn’t come to your rescue, and you’d had to rescue yourself.
Your only regret was that once you’d escaped from the car, you’d took off running, no jacket, and no car.
It was a freezing cold night and it was eerie walking through the woods to the bunker, hunter or not.
You checked your phone, but you knew that you wouldn’t have service out there, so you couldn’t even call Sammy to come and get you.
You wouldn’t call Dean.
It was bad enough that he’d been right about Rhys, but he’d also told you not to go running to him if it ended badly. He wouldn’t have any sympathy for you, and you knew it.
The adrenaline had worn off now, and finally the tears started.
You wished that you’d listened to Dean… You wished that you didn’t argue… But most of all you just wished that he loved you back.
Everytime Rhys had touched you or kissed you, you couldn’t help but wish it was Dean.
You knew Dean wouldn’t have done what Rhys did when you told him to stop.
You could still feel where his hands had dug into your arms, holding you against the car door.
He had messed with the wrong girl. Your hunter instincts had kicked in and Rhys was on the ground before he even knew what was happening.
The bunker finally came into view and you let out a relieved sob, running the last stretch home.
You opened the door and went inside, kicking your shoes off and leaning against the door, trying to regain your composure.
The tears wouldn’t stop though, and so you just quietened your breath, heading for the kitchen to get a glass of water before you went to bed.
The boys would undoubtedly already be asleep, and so in the morning you could pretend that this never happened.
Yeah, you should be so lucky.
As soon as you tried to walk though the living room, a pair of emerald green eyes found yours.
You froze like a deer in headlights, and waited for Dean to say something.
He went to speak but then he saw the tears on your face and the way you shook.
Your earlier arguement forgotten, he leapt over the back of the sofa and crossed the room as fast as he could, gently taking your arms.
“ What is it, Y/N? Whats the matter? Are you hurt? Did he?..”
Dean suddenly went still, a dark look taking over his face.
“What did that sonofabitch do? Y/N did he hurt you?”
You shook your head and then leant forward, resting your head on Deans shoulder.
He didn’t hesitate before wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your hair, whispering soothing words.
He could feel you tremble in his arms, and Dean felt powerless. He knew that you were lying. That guy had done something to you, but Dean was willing to give you time to explain before he went and skinned the bastard.
He led you towards the sofa and you sat down next to Dean, still holding onto him and hiding your face in his shirt.
He stroked your hair and waited for you to calm down.
It was easier now that you were in his arms and he was looking after you. You felt like you could tell him what had happened, even though you knew that it would piss him off.
As you spoke, you felt him tense up next to you and swear under his breath.
When you were done, you felt that you had to let Dean process everything before you stopped him from going out and finding Rhys.
Strangely Dean stayed quiet though, at least until he cupped your cheek and made you look at him.
In the semi dark room, you could see that the anger in his eyes was outweighed by his concern for you.
Dean wanted to get up and break the sonofabitchs face, but he knew that you didn’t want to be alone yet, and so he would be happy knowing that you kicked Rhys’s ass.
He realised that you were still looking at him, and suddenly he was aware how close you were. It would be so easy for him to lean forward and let his kiss tell you everything he had wanted to for the last few months.
His mind made up, Dean closed the distance between you and gently kissed you, letting go of your face so that you could pull back if you wanted to.
Dean was surprised when he felt you bring your arms up and hold on to him as you leaned more into the kiss.
Dean had only beat you by a heartbeat. You’d just decided to kiss him when he moved closer.
His lips were soft and warm against yours, his slight stubble brushing against your face.
He brought his hand back up to stroke your face and felt the tears that hadn’t dried yet.
He pulled back as he remembered, resting his forehead against yours and looked deep into your eyes.
“Do you want me to go and find him?” He whispered and you felt your blood go cold as you shook your head lightly, pulling Deans mouth back to yours.
He probably would sort him out, but Dean wouldn’t look for Rhys, he’d just wait until they crossed paths.
You weren’t even thinking about him though, you were finally kissing Dean, and you knew that he liked you back.
A sudden wave of bravery took over you then and you pulled back and confessed to Dean what you’d known for months.
“I love you, Dean Winchester.”
Dean froze and then slowly pulled his hand back from your face, only to pick up your hand.
“I wish you hadn’t said that…”
You pulled back like you’d been stung, but before you could run, Dean grabbed your hips and held you in place, talking quickly.
“Thats not what I mean! I love you too!”
You stopped trying to escape and looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
He took a deep breath and then spoke.
“Its just… This family is cursed… If you love a Winchester, your life expectancy seems to go down… and I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he whispered.
You rolled your eyes and took his hand.
“Dean, do you really think that anything could happen to me? I live with the two best hunters in the states, my best friend is an angel, and I’m on talking terms with the king of hell… I think I’m pretty safe,” you reassured him, leaving him no room to argue as you moved closer and kissed him again.
When you pulled back he laughed at you and then sat back, turning the TV on as you rested your head on his chest and slowly drifted off to sleep, a grin plastered on your face.
It has taken me months to do this, but I am finally ready to put my thoughts into words. After seeing Zack Snyder’s “Man of Steel” in the cinema, I wanted to rush home immediately and write a review, expressing my love for the movie and explaining why I believe that this interpretation is truly a brilliant modern reinvention of the character. But instead I came home and read several reviews and was utterly disheartened and sickened at the ignorance, impatience and idiocy I found in these articles.
I remember a time when a critic actually watched a movie and gave a balanced account of what they had seen, whilst expressing their own opinion on the matter with grace. Instead, what I read (and I read a large number) were just petty, closed-minded fanboys that refused to look past what they were comfortable with and professional critics who seemed to see the film, but not watch it.
I’m not saying that all moviegoers need to analyse and scrutinise movies frame for frame, I’m not even saying that you need to pay a great deal of attention, but if your job requires you to specifically do that, then I damn well expect you to do it.
But that’s only the critics I’m talking about there. Let me now address the comic book writers and artists who expressed their views. Many of them having actually worked on the character. Notably, Mark Waid.
Waid is a writer that I respect and admire greatly. His work on Superman is actually my favourite to date. Superman: Birthright is the ultimate Superman origin, in my opinion. It is a perfect testament to the spirit of the character with a brilliantly logical and amazingly paced story. I worked at a comic book store for half a decade and whenever I was asked to recommend a Superman title, it was always this. It’s great and you should go buy it now.
Waid also wrote a wonderful series called Irredeemable. It is essentially an Elseworld Superman story, but published by Boom! Studios. It detailed the mental breakdown and complete descent into madness of a Superman style character called The Plutonian. I won’t spoil the story, but it is an incredibly brutal and horrific tale that culminates in an excellent and poetic ending that gave me shivers.
So when the man who wrote these impeccable Superman stories published his review, it was my first port of call and I was so disappointed to read what I read. How could the man who reinvented Superman (twice, technically) really feel so strongly against “Man of Steel”?
Now, I totally agree that this movie isn’t perfect. If I’m honest, it is not the Superman story I would have written. But that’s the problem. I’m so fixated on the character and his history that I’d have just ended up rehashing a story I loved or mixing and matching my favourite bits of many stories into one story. This is what most writers would have done and I’m pretty sure that if they did, this movie would have failed completely. It would have been either a bloated, fanboy pleasing homage to the comics and not a rounded, logical story, or it would have been a camp and colourful homage to Richard Donner’s Superman and it’s sequels (much like the infuriatingly tame and often tongue in cheek disappointment that was Bryan Singer’s “Superman Returns”).
I think in order to really understand this movie, we need to address the major concerns that viewers had with the movie.
1. There was not enough character development.
2. The supporting characters didn’t get enough screen time.
3. There was too much action and destruction.
4. Superman was too human.
5. Superman and Lois have their first romantic scene in the wake of mass destruction.
6. Superman kills Zod…
In front of children.
The only thing there that I genuinely agree was a problem is number 2. The supporting characters didn’t get as much screen time as they deserved. But on the other hand, this is the first movie in what was clearly being established as a series. So who cares? We’ll see them when we need to and let’s not forget, this movie was about Superman. Establishing who he is, what he can do and why he does it.
So let’s think about this - We see Clark as a child struggle with his abilities and we see Clark almost expose his abilities around this time. His father tells him that the world ins’t ready and Clark trusts him so much that he lets his father die rather than expose himself. We see the toll this takes on Clark and the fact that he clearly considers this inaction as a mistake, but he understands what his father meant and trusts that he meant only to protect his son from the potential horrors he may face if the world knew how different he was. We then see Clark discover his history and learn this potential. We then see him try to control his abilities, something he has great difficulty with, but which he is clearly capable of honing in time. He is then thrust almost immediately into battle with people as strong as he is, who also happen to be highly trained soldiers of his lost world. He has only just taken his first baby steps and is forced to run. He is only peripherally aware at this point just how powerful he really is. In a fit of very human rage, whilst protecting his mother, he causes some pretty major destruction. From that point on, the destruction element is almost entirely out of his hands. He is only one Kryptonian against many. He is unrefined and out of his element. So of course, there would be destruction and lots of it. There would not be any time to prevent buildings from falling and it would be impossible to save everybody whilst simultaneously holding back the attacks of these enemies who mean to harm him and the planet around them.
To me this took absolutely no concentration to understand and accept. It makes perfect sense that at this point, he has no idea what the hell to do and what measures he would need to take. He is punching blind, because it’s the best he can do.
So then the Kryptonians set their terraforming World Engine into motion. Ad they are above Metropolis when they start this, Metropolis takes the hit. On this side of the planet, Superman is literally powerless to do anything about this, so he flies around the globe and pushes himself to his limits to destroy a machine that is weakening him every moment he is near it. He wins and on the other side of the globe, Dr Hamilton and Lois Lane get the phantom zone up and running and are willing to sacrifice themselves to send the Kryptonians into it. Lois survives by the kind of happy coincidence that makes movies what they are and then in the wake of all the destruction, she and Clark kiss each other. This bothered some people and to those people I say, get real. Do you think that in the wake of tragedy people do not embrace? Do you think that when surrounded by death, people will not do something impulsive to affirm their life? The only problem with that scene was the dialogue shared between the two after the kiss. It was awkward and goofy. But hang on… Clark Kent is supposed to be a little bit awkward and goofy. So that’s really not a big deal.
The big deal is the following battle. Zod is not in the phantom zone and now there is nowhere to put him. So Superman has only one option -
So they fight. Zod is clearly a hell of a lot better at this than Superman, but Clark has had his whole life to adjust to Earth, so what he lacks in skill, he makes up for in experience and will-power. There’s more destruction, but at this point you will notice that Clark is more focused and is ducking and weaving far more, because he has one goal now and this is something he has more hope of handling.
The fight goes on for a while and I admit, it does feel a little too long. Then they crash into a train station and Zod threatens to kill the people there. He uses his heat vision while Superman has him in a headlock. Now imagine you have somebody in a headlock and they’re stronger than you are. He can’t just pick him up and fly him to the moon, because one way or the other, the moment Zod is out of his grip, the fight just goes on and on and on until who knows when? Would they even get tired? One way or another, this fight ends with one of their deaths. It is the only reasonable way for this struggle to end. Clark begs him to stop, because it’s all he can do. Zod won’t stop, of course he won’t, he no longer has anything to lose and only wishes to destroy.Clark could cover Zods eyes maybe? But the moment his grip is loosened Zod kills the children and most likely escapes. Fight continues. Maybe he could lift Zod out of the building? But Zod is stronger, we see Superman tug on him, Zod’s going nowhere.
So then comes the only viable option. Twist hard and twist quick. End it or let the children die.
So he does it. He kills Zod. And with the amazing acting abilities of Henry Cavill, we instantly see the massive emotional toll that this takes on Superman. He had no choice. It was Zod’s death or more innocent death. Who would do any different? Or is that the problem? Do the viewers want a fantasy where every problem has a clear diplomatic solution? Are people really that naive?
I am a huge Superman fan. I adore the character through bad and good, because I believe that he stands for the best in us regardless of where he comes from and what he can do. But being the best of us, does not mean being better than us. To make Superman relatable he needed to learn hard lessons the hard way.
We are going to see more movies with this character now and it is totally moronic to just assume that this Godlike creature would not kill for no reason. He now understands the cost. He knows exactly why he needs to better himself and consider options. He has learned the importance of being prepared. But most importantly, he has learned that when faced with a terrible choice for the greater good, he must always do what is necessary.
It makes sense in a comic book, because the colourful pictures give you a soft detachment from reality that allows you to accept that a falling building can be caught in one piece by a single man, or that there is an impenetrable prison somewhere that could house a creature capable of cracking a planet in two. But nobody accepts these things in film anymore. You need to have an understanding of reality to make unreality more tangible.
The character needed a reinvention that made him more human and relatable. People have been begging for specifically that for a long time and Zack Snyder and David Goyer really have delivered that. Keep in mind that this is only the beginning. Just because he killed once, doesn’t mean that he will kill again. Soldiers don’t generally come home from war and shoot anybody that crosses them, many are traumatised for life and learn to value life in a way they never would have previously considered.
As for the children watching Superman kill Zod. I believe Brian Michael Bendis commented on how much he disliked this. But come on… really? If a child knows he is about to be killed and someone swoops in and kills their attacker, do you really think that the child would hold that against the hero? That child and his family are now alive. They have seen a terrible thing, but at least they are alive to comfort each other in the aftermath of tragedy as opposed to being another mark on the death toll.
So what have I detailed there? The character development was clear and didn’t choke up a superhero movie with too much human drama, which could easily have been the case. Then we addressed the necessity of the destruction to explain his lack of skill and need to learn. This also covers the need to kill the villain in front of children, as it gives the character more depth for future stories and will act as an explanation for him trying harder and being a better example. Superman was very human, but anything less and we’d be back to square one with an un-relatable, too-powerful God-creature instead of a hero. The kiss made sense, even if the dialogue was a little corny. Most importantly, whether or not the story was nice, it all made sense. Stop condemning the story because you read in a comic that Superman doesn’t kill and consider that just because he doesn’t, that doesn’t mean he never will. There have been many Elseworld stories where he has been lethal and in those cases, it was purely to shock and make him “edgy” and had nothing to do with logic or proper storytelling.
But analysis aside, why does everybody condemn this story for having the hero kill the villain when nobody batted an eyelid at the complete and utter hypocrisy of the Dark Knight Trilogy? Don’t get me wrong, I love those movies and will defend them for all that is wrong with them as I have defended this, but look back at Batman Begins. In that movie, Batman doesn’t kill the villain, but lets him die. Willingly, completely consciously, lets the villain die. A villain who is only a man. A man that could be incarcerated in a prison or otherwise immobilised temporarily. This is a very non-Batman thing to do, but we let it slide because it made sense and because it’s Batman, right? He’s dark and mean and kind of unhinged, so yeah, why not let Batman be totally heartless and let a man die? Like in The Dark Knight, when homicidal lunatic, chaotic terrorist and all around criminal genius The Joker falls from a building and dies.
Except he didn’t. Because Batman saves his life. And why? Because life is precious? No. To prove a point. To prove that he isn’t as bad as The Joker. He would rather let a complete monster live in order to prove a point TO THAT MONSTER than just let him die and never have to deal with him again. Keep in mind, this is not a terrorist who is an idealist that truly believes his actions will help build a better world, like R’as Al Ghul. This is The Joker, a man who WANTS the world to be a chaotic and hideous place.
But Superman killing a man who could destroy the planet in a moment of extreme pressure and with only seconds to spare? No, that’s just stupid.
Now I’ve explained myself enough, I think. I may not change anybody’s opinion on the movie and that’s fine. I just want people to actually think about what they’re watching before they open their mouths. Stop screaming “BUT SUPERMAN WOULDN’T DO THAT!” because it’s ridiculous. He’s a fictional character that has needed to be adjusted for decades and Snyder and Goyer did it. They really have made a Superman for the modern generation and good for them! And good for us. Maybe now we can look at out heroes and understand their struggles a little better. Maybe now we can put away our ideals of a goody-two-shoes boy scout who is always there to save the day and open our minds to a more human and realistic character that messes up sometimes. Who is incredible, but far from perfect. Because that’s what “Man of Steel” is; Incredible, but far from perfect.
I have watched it repeatedly now, trying to feel what other people feel, thinking that I was biased and closed minded. I respect every negative criticism, because on the surface, they’re fair. But just think about why these things were done for just a little while. Join the dots and see the bigger picture. Zack and David, like Superman himself, did the right thing.
Despite it’s flaws, and it does have many, “Man of Steel” was a sigh of relief for me. It was a genuinely great, new and original take on a character that I love dearly but who had long been stale and far too tame. It had astounding action and visuals all the way through and was completely gripping. Although I would have liked to have seen more of Lois Lane and her relationship with Clark/Superman, I think what we got was wonderful. Amy Adams has a natural charm that makes her cute and likeable, but she shows a lot of backbone and strength that gives her the perfect balance to play Lois Lane. It would have been nice to see the Daily Planet staff a little more, but given that the story ends with Clark getting a job there, I’m sure we will see plenty of that in the future. Michael Shannon was a phenomenal Zod. He brought all the piousness and righteous insanity from Boardwalk Empire and gave the role a wild and almost Shakespearian tenacity. Antje Traue was sadly underused, as her character was fascinating and her poise and beauty were elegantly utilised in making her a cold and deadly killer and yet she oddly had some heart. She made you believe that she believed, which gave her a lot of dimension that was sadly underused. Costner and Lane as the Kents were wonderful, I don’t think I can imagine two people playing those roles better. Again, it’s unfortunate that we only get a small helping of them, but it’s enough to savour, at least. Russell Crowe was excellent in his role of Jor-El. He played it totally straight and made what could have been campy scenes that much more real. The supporting cast as a whole were brilliant. The plot could have been a bit meatier, but I understand that the team involved had to be very careful and delicate about what they included in the story so as not to over-encumber it and make it too bloated and convoluted. The action could have been thinned out and replaced with a little more character interaction, but a patient moviegoer will accept this if the sequels provide more of what this story lacked. Despite its controversial decisions in the progress of the story and the sometimes frustrating emphasis on violence, the plot tied together nicely and in a fashion quite common these days in movies, novels and television, it confirmed that even the big, bold fantasies aren’t fairytales.
Now, praise for the man himself, Henry Cavill. There is not a moment in this movie that I would have had him act any differently. Any flaw and imperfection in this film stands separately from Henry. He was a sweet, mild and humble Clark Kent and a bold, confident and intelligent Superman. He embodies everything that Superman needs to be and even if you hated this movie, tell me that this man isn’t Superman.
It’s a 10/10 movie for me and despite a lot of apprehension I have for the ambitious casting flurry of the sequel, I genuinely cannot wait to see what they are going to do next.
FIC SUMMARY: Twenty four year old Amelia Hart has never had a boyfriend before. Not wanting to step outside of her comfort zone, she rarely starts conversations with the opposite sex and makes little to no effort in correcting her single status. However, what she did not plan was meeting a man who manages to steal her breath away at every look. A man who does not stop until he gets what he wants. And the one thing he only wants right now just so happens to be her.
RATING FOR THE WHOLE FIC: M
Author’s notes: Since I didn’t update much on this blog because of lack of feeling for anything, I thought I would write the next chapter simply because I wanted some slow tender loving. This fic is coming to a wrap soon. I can feel it. I just need to tie up loose ends now. Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated!
God, I wish there were fond words to describe you, I wish that I could turn you into one of these sentimental poems the boys I kissed before you ended up as, but there’re no pretty euphemisms I could sugarcoat your apathy in and honestly, every hyperbola I could possibly use would be a waste of syllables, too. Because you, simple as that, don’t deserve the tiniest bit of the effort that I put in writing.
You never read anything I wrote. You don’t like reading. There’s just three things you like:
1. Smoking until the void is filled with dark fume and you feel like they’re watching you
2. Songs about fucking
3. Your mother, who’ll never let you fill the void because she’s always watching you
( This void could be seen as a weakness, a hint of a mental illness maybe, but no, you’re not depressed and you’re not anxious, and the paranoia’s just a side effect. You’re just bored. And you’re quite satisfied with that. “It is how it is.”, that’s what you say. You look like a sixteen year old and talk like a dying man. )
Your mother hates me. You told me you don’t mind and that you don’t need her approval, but that one time, you woke her up on a Sunday just to ask her where the cookie dough was. “She doesn’t need to like the girls I sleep with.” ( That’s all I ever was and suprisingly, I really don’t mind ) So, when you fucked me in your stuffy little room, I moaned extra loudly. Cussed. Cried out your name and told you to fuck me harder and slap me, too. You shoved your fingers down my throat and I thought you’d finally take me like they do in your favourite songs, but you just wanted to make me shut up. “She’ll hear you.”, you whispered. “They’ll hear you.”
You then stuffed my mouth with your cock ( I hated how there were pictures of your naked three year old self on every fucking wall in this dark flat downtown ) and I spat your cum back out and all over it. And I laughed at you. I usually swallow and I love it and you knew that very well ( You fucked my throat on the second date ) , but I didn’t want to keep it in that time, you made me sick so often before.
Some nights, you asked me to hold you. You wrapped your weirdly shaped fingers around my wrists and made me wrap my tired arms around your body. I never slept well when we shared a bed. My insides hurt and I kept waking up over and over and over again to look at you sleeping peacefully on my chest. And you felt like a stranger to me. Such a skinny, lanky boy, so heavy on my heart.
Being with you was never overwhelming or overly exciting. I laughed a lot with you, but never to the point where my stomach hurt. I cried a lot about you, too, but it never really hurt either. I spent days and nights in your presence, beautiful boy with a calming voice, and you never made me shake, you never made shiver, you never gave me what I was waiting for. I was always only waiting. ( And I still don’t know for what. I didn’t want to fall in love with you and I always knew you wouldn’t fall for me. I think I was waiting for the end from the beginning on. Yes, I think I was waiting for a dramatic, drastic end of something that started as quiet as it remained. I hoped for it to at least climax in a Nabokov when it was plain nonfiction on boy and girl friendships with unspectacular benefits - that weren’t even benefits - the whole time through. ) Whatever I was waiting for, it never happened.
That was, in fact, incredibly deep for a letter to someone as shallow as you. Not a poem. Not the short story I wrote on the boy I loved. Not the ghost of the other boy that haunts everything I write. But something.
Most people would want to forget about someone who promised them so much and gave them so little. Someone who’d be “too tired” to make them cum but never tired of asking to cum down their throat again. I don’t want that. I don’t want to forget about you. Because you’re such a simple and unspectacular being that I know the world will forget you and swallow you ( like I did ) and that wouldn’t be fair. So many months ( and probably more, I’m not immune after all, no matter how often I told myself it’s over- there’s no big, dramatic, drastic end to this ), so many kisses, so many nights out on parking lots with my lungs full of the shit you live on shouldn’t just be forgotten and gotten over.
Everything happens for a reason and there’s many reasons why I happen to like you. And unlike the story we share, these reasons are shockingly deep.
But you aren’t.
And I tried really hard, god, I tried, I tried so hard to squeeze you between the pages of a bittersweet novel, but you’re better off in the golden frame on the walls of your mother’s flat than in rhymes in a book you’d never bother to read anyway.
Thank you, though. You didn’t give me inspiration to write. But you reinforced my determination to find someone who’s worth writing about again.
Maybe I’ll make you the stoner next door in a sad coming of age story.
It has been months since Y/N and him broke up. She was devastated. Everyone tried cheering her up just to get the old cheerful, bubbly and positive Y/N.
Finding out she was a bet, broke her. But she took small steps into recovery forgetting everything that happened with her and their relationship. She was getting better and her heart was finally healing form the nasty wound.
Now it was just another beautiful day. Y/N was taking a stroll around the town she recently moved. Moving to this new town definitely helped her move on from her heart break. New town, meant new life for Y/N.
After she moved she told her friends and family that she’s going to be fine living in a new town, and they had to promise her not to tell him where she was.
Y/N adored the beautiful and peaceful town that she now calls home. The people were very friendly and approachable.
Just as she was walking a dog came up to her. “Can I pet your dog?” She asked the owner. The owner let her and it seemed like the dog was very fond of Y/N.
“Wow she really likes you.” Smiled the owner. “I’m Max by the way.”
“Y/N!” Yelled someone she knew very well.
Calum: Y/N stood up and turned around as quickly as possible. She knew that voice belonged to Calum, and she was right.
“Calum” she said in a cold tone. Max asked if Y/N knew the guy who just called out to her and she said she does. “He’s my ex-boyfriend. Come on Max lets go.” Y/N and Max were about to leave when Calum grabbed her arm and dragged her away from Max.
No matter how much she told him to let her go he wouldn’t listen. Once Calum finally let her go she started to walk back in order to apologize to Max but she was stopped by Calum. He hugged her tight from behind. “Y/N please listen, about the bet.”
“There’s nothing to talk about Calum” Y/N tried to get away but Calum tighten his grip, making sure she’s still able to breathe.
“I know I made a mistake of not telling you soon enough. I know hurt you real bad. I know you hate me but please let me tell you I really did fall for you. I’m still in love with you Y/N. You don’t know how long it took my to find you. You don’t know how many nights I stayed up just to find you. I knew I’d find you some day.” Y/N sighed. “Calum that’s really sweet and nice of you but I’m still hurt and I’m trying to heal. I think it’s time for both of us to move on.”
Calum was now crying. His heart was breaking but it’s probably not the same as Y/N’s when she found out about the bet. “No! Y/N I need you. I don’t know what I’ll do without you. Please don’t do this. Give me another chance, give us another chance and more importantly give yourself another chance.”
Y/N chuckled, “Give myself another chance? Another chance to suffer a terrible heartache? No thanks, I’d rather be single than get hurt”
“Y/N please stop being stubborn. I know deep down you don’t want to give up on us” Calum’s right. Y/N didn’t want to give up on their relationship. However she’s not sure if she’s will to take another risk but she still loves Calum.
“All right Hood, I’ll give you another chance. But I swear if you blow this aw-” Y/N wasn’t able to finished her sentence because Calum kissed her. “Thank you Y/N! I promise you won’t regret this”
Ashton: Y/N ignored the voice who called out to her. “Y/N. Nice to meet you Max.” Ashton called your name once again. “Sorry mate but I’m gonna have to steal her away from you.” He dragged her away from Max and led her into a café. Lucky for them it wasn’t very busy inside therefore the two can have a chat.
Ashton’s the first to break the silence, “Y/N I’m really sorry.” He cried covering his face. Y/N was shocked to see Ashton like this. Never in their relationship has she seen this side of Ashton. “I know that no matter how many times I apologize to you about the whole bet you’ll never forgive me. Yes, I was scared that you’d find out but I swear I was going to tell you. I just didn’t know how to tell you and I didn’t have the right time. I didn’t want you to find out the way you did though.”
Y/N stared at Ashton, still processing everything. She knew how sincere he was but she wasn’t sure if it’s okay to just forgive him like that. “Say something…” said Ashton.
“I… Ashton I know how sincere you are and all that but… don’t you think it’s too late for all that?”
“It’s never too late to fix things between us Y/N. I know the bet must’ve hurt you and like I said, I know you hate me right now. But please understand that you’re the only one for me. I mean sure you’ll probably get over me someday but you’re the only one I’ll love. Sure it’ll hurt me to see you with someone else but I’m the one whose at fault for hurting you.. I really want to start all over Y/N but… seeing you now maybe it’s better for you to be with someone else.”
Y/N couldn’t see the shine in Ashton’s eyes anymore and this hurt her. Yes he made a bet with his friends but seeing Ashton like this… she could take it.
“I’m really sorry Y/N but I hope you find your happiness.” Ashton faked smiled and stood up from his seat.
“Ashton wait.” Y/N grabbed his arm before he could leave her.
“Why don’t we start over. Everything started off as a bet between us, so maybe this time we can start without it. Hi, nice too meet you I’m Y/N.” She held her hand out.
Ashton was taken aback from the situation but smiled at her, thanking her mentally as he shook her hand, “I’m Ashton. It’s my pleasure to meet you Y/N.”
Luke: When Y/N heard his voice call out her name. She immediately excused herself from Max saying she’s late for an appointment. She ran away from the park. Once she thought it was a good distance away from the park she stopped running and walked towards an alley. When she was about to exit to the other end, Luke appeared.
“Y/N we need to talk.”
Y/N sighed in defeat and allowed Luke to lead the way. He led her to the apartment he’s currently staying for his new job located nearby.
“Nice place.” Y/N looked around and tried to ease off the awkward aura surrounding them.
Luke led her to the living room where they talked. “Y/N… Why’d you leave?” Well that was a stupid question, Luke thought to himself and facepalming himself mentally.
Y/N scoffed, “You know damn well why I left Luke.” The glare she gave Luke sent shivers down his spine.
He gulped. “Y/N… I know I’m such an idiot. Agreeing to them with that stupid bet was such an idiotic move even for me. I didn’t want to hurt you cause you’re my best friend. It’s funny actually.” He chuckled and looked up to meet Y/N eyes. “It’s funny because I remember telling your past boy friends never to make you cry and I ended up doing the exact thing to you.”
She averted her eyes. She didn’t want to see Luke like this. She’s seen him sad throughout their friendship and she’d always cheer him up but now, she doesn’t know how to cheer him up. After all she’s involve in his sorrow.
“I just want to know why you agreed to the bet Luke.”
“I… The reason why I agreed was because I’m a coward. I’m a coward Y/N. I thought that because of the bet I can finally ask you out, I thought it’ll give me the chance to finally ask you as my girlfriend. But of course I was wrong. I should’ve done it the proper way where no bet was involved.” He reached out to hold Y/N hands. “I know you’ll never give me another chance but if you do give me one, I promise to do everything to make you happy. I promise to protect the smile I fell in love with in the first place.”
“I’ll be honest, I was really hurt finding out I was a bet. I know this is very stupid of me but… Who said I wasn’t going to give you another chance? I’m willing to give it another shot if you are but I hope you wont make me regret my decision.”
Luke looked up and his smile reached his eyes. “You mean…” Once he confirmed he’s given another chance he hugged her. He was about to kiss her when she put her hand on his face pushing it away from her. “Not so fast Hemmings. You’re starting from the bottom, meaning you’ll have to court me before I give you your big fat yes as your girlfriend, no bets attached.”
And in that moment Luke told Y/N to get ready tomorrow at 7pm for his upcoming plans to win her back.
Michael: He ran towards Y/N and the guy she was with as soon as he spotted them. “You!” Michael said as he pointed at the guy. “Stay away from Y/N.” He glared at him.
“Woah mate chill. I’m just being friendly.” Said Max.
Michael knew that wasn’t the case, he knew that he was trying to make a move on Y/N, which made him upset. He was about to throw a punch but Y/N stopped him. “Anyway it was nice meeting you Max! Now if you’ll excuse us.” Y/N dragged Michael towards her new apartment.
Once the two of them were in the living room Y/N spoke furiously at Michael. “What the hell was that about Michael!”
Michael on the other hand didn’t know what to say. Max was a nice guy and he would be perfect for Y/N, but seeing Max with her made him very jealous. However he didn’t want to tell Y/N he was jealous of Max, she’ll think he’s acting childish and that’s one thing he didn’t want her to think of him. “I just… I…” He was struggling to find the words.
“Oh so you’re struggling for words now? Did you struggle for an answer when you and friends made the bet too?”
“Y/N… I meant to tell you about the bet that day. I didn’t want you to find out like that, I swear I wanted to tell you about it to lessen the pain you’re feeling now. But now that I think of it, it probably wouldn’t make a difference if I told you myself, cause you’ll be angry with me no matter what. But I just want to tell you, I’m really sorry. I know how much I’ve hurt you and I need to find you for my stupid mistake and apologize. I promised myself that I’ll find you no matter where you are even if it took me years. The pain I felt is nothing compared to what you felt and what you’re feeling but I just want to say I’m really really sorry Y/N” Both Michael and Y/N were now crying.
Y/N sat down beside him and hugged him. “My brother was mad at you for hurting me that’s for sure. He told me that if you didn’t find me in a month time, we weren’t meant to be. He said that it meant you never loved me. But if you found me within two weeks or less, he said you really cared for me because you’re willing to fix your mistakes. But it’s going to take awhile for me to fully heal from what you’ve done.”
“I promise I’ll wait until that moment, I’m just glad I finally found you and hopefully when you’re ready, we can start all over without a bet in our way.” He kissed the top of Y/N forehead and started their friendship from there.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the gifs and images used, they belong to their respected owners
It took a little bit of begging and the puppy dog eyes until you had finally agreed to go on a date with Liam. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, you really liked him, your parents were just on your ass about getting into a good college so dating wasn’t as big of a priority as studying was.
“I’m really happy you finally agreed to go out with me (Y/N). I don’t put my dignity on the line for anyone.” Liam laughed as you walked side by side.
You were admiring the colorful lights and attractions you gave him a small nod to show you were listening without a verbal response.
“Looks like the fair was a good choice.” He mused.
“Great choice! I haven’t been in years.” You smiled, it was true you hadn’t been in a long time. The fair was a yearly occurrence on the boardwalk not from Beacon Hills. You would always gone as a child but as soon as you entered middle school it was all strictly work for you.
Liam smiled as he looked at your face feeling quite proud of himself, “How about we go on a couple rides?” He asked.
You nodded happily, grabbing his hand and walking towards the first ride you saw. Which happened to be one of the water roller coasters. The line was short so you guys were seated quickly and it the very front of the ride.
“Oh god, this is like the ultimate splash zone.” You laughed.
“Looks like I’ll be getting you pretty wet on our first date.” Liam winked at you mischievously.
You playfully but also forcefully slapped his arm, “Oh my god, don’t make me regret saying yes.”
He laughed as he rubbed his shoulder, you felt just slightly proud you caused him a little bit of pain.
After the ride you both were completely soaked, “How about we go on a few fast dry coasters to dry ourselves off and then get something to eat?” Liam suggested.
“That sounds great.” You smiled and made your way to the next ride.
About four more rides later you both were dry enough and decided to get some cotton candy and corn dogs to eat.
“Thank you for taking me out, I’m having a really great time.” You smiled at him, taking a piece of cotton candy.
“Thanks for saying yes, I was kind of worried you’d reject me.” He laughed.
“Sorry, my parents are all over me about getting good grades and going to a good college and everything.”
“We are only sophomores, we’ve got lots of time to figure college out.”
“Times goes by so fast though, soon we will be in college, getting a career, starting a family. It’s all so stressful.”
“That’s way you have to cherish the special times.” Liam smiled at you.
“Yeah, I’m realizing that tonight.” You smiled back.
Your guys food was long gone and you started making your way towards the game booths.
“Step right up! knock the pins down three times in a row! Win a special prize for your lady friend!” The vendor enthused sending a quick wink to you as you giggled.
“Rack ‘em up.” Liam stated as he put the money on the counter. The vendor placed four balls in front of him and the game began.
You gave a small laugh at the look of complete concentration on Liam’s face.
‘He has never been this concentrated in class.’ You thought to yourself.
Four pins knocked down later and the vendor was handing the biggest teddy bear you had seen in your life to Liam. You covered your mouth with your hand to hide the huge ass smile on your face, the bear was almost as big as him.
“Liam is happy your’re having a good time (Y/N).” Liam manipulated the bear so it seemed to be talking to you, before handing the large stuffed bear to you.
“You’re kind of a dork.” You laughed at him and he gave a small laugh back.
Your date was coming to an end, you and Liam decided to take a small walk on the beach to admire the waves at night.
“Thanks again, I really needed this.” You smiled at him then shivering a little bit.
Liam noticed you getting colder so he slung his arm around your shoulder drawing you in closer to him, you could see a faint blush on his cheeks. You smiled up at him.
“Everyone needs a break once in a while.” He said to you, “you can always call me for a good time.” He winked at you.
You let out a small laugh before shoving him slightly, but not enough to separate the two of you,”You really are a dork.”
“Hopefully I can be your dork. Wow that sounded horrible. What I mean is I would really like to take you out again.”
“I’d love that.”
You guys shared a quick peck before making your way back towards the fair grounds and then home.