Aries:Understanding the world through the palms of your hands. Touching everything that is tangible. Internal temper-tantrums that make your blood run hot. Struggling to contain your emotions; being outraged one minute, and playful the next. A secret adrenaline junkie.
Being addicted to doing things the hard way. Becoming passionate about new ideas too easily. Becoming passionate about new people too easily. Falling in love quickly and roughly. Looking through eyes that watch the world burn, manic and breathless. You are the infinitely relight-able fuse at the end of a firework, or a bomb.
Taurus: A slave to familiarity. Possessing a dragon hoard consisting of antiques, or the things in which you treasure most. Speaking before you think. The lavish romantic; lover of good times and calm surroundings. The pursuit of pleasure. Slow to forget, slower to forgive. Unfamiliar with compromise. The Aphrodite of love, and the Dionysus of luxury. A social butterfly, yet undoubtedly loyal. A distaste for messy emotional outbursts; being naturally self-contained. Guided by the firm, steady hand of desire. You are the lady and the lord, peaceable and regal and charming in all things.
Gemini:Feeling with your mind, being frustrated with emotions you can’t logically understand. The uncontrollable urge to interact with others, needing intellectual stimulation in order to function. Studying a billion different subjects in one day. A lover of literature, or just simply the words of people. Distancing yourself from emotion, never really knowing how you ‘feel’ about an issue. Always the Devil’s advocate. Constantly trying new things; needing change to keep both of your personalities happy. You are the mental immigrant, comfortable only when you’re foreign.
Cancer:Omnipotent in regards to emotions. Fearing change, and hating superficiality. The unexpected jokester. Moods that change faster than the weather. The emotional hoarder; fears throwing away anything at all. Falling into their own pain like a well and drowning themselves in it. Adopting all types of people into your ‘family’. Their own worst enemy. Offense taken towards indifference. The passive-aggressive problem avoider who leaves a trail of crumbs for their partner. You are the sea witch, who has the depth of the entire world contained inside of her, threatening to spill out.
Leo: Praying to the stars to make you one of them. Wanting to burst from a lack of affection, or attention. Hands that flail dramatically while telling a story. Needing confirmation that somebody really does love you, and feeling terribly vulnerable because of it. Wanting to shout your love, and hatred, from the hilltops- like an actor in a bad movie. Smiles that make people believe in heaven. Being painfully defensive when someone hurts your pride. Acting kingly or queenly when a situation gets uncomfortable. You are the physical embodiment of the sun, come down from the sky to bring light to Earth.
Virgo:Secretly enjoying the little things that you’re appreciated for. The woman who hides behind the fan to avoid unwanted attention. Routines biggest cheerleader. The best counselor you will ever encounter. The fine eye that takes a sledgehammer to their own self-esteem. The original skeptic. Raised eyebrows at those who put their faith blindly. A face of apathy, and a mind of curiosity. Surrounding yourself with invisible barriers, hoping that somebody finds a way through them. You are the analyst, struck the hardest by your own discerning eye.
Libra:Inevitably becoming the mediator in all conversations. Deep-seated desires to mold your life into the perfect balance of both Yin and Yang. Debating an issue for so long that everybody around you groans. A refined, attractive aura that makes you seem doubly gracious. The war for peace. Falling in love so, so young. Always feeling fickle. Having to have the last word. Finding your own strength through other people. Feeling so intensely vulnerable because of your uncertainties. You are the gentle judge, who will not cede when staring into the eyes of unfairness.
Scorpio:Not accepting any gray areas in life, living in a world of black and white. Emotions so intense that your teeth chatter, even while your face remains stoic. Living a secret life as a private investigator. Feeling raw when you fall in love, because of how deeply it cuts you. Being horribly satisfied with your obsessions. Internally burning down everything you once knew in order to be reborn. A phoenix in your own right. Looking into the mirror in order to confront your own demons, seeing dirty words stamped onto your forehead. You are a white flag on fire, spitting in the face of surrender.
Sagittarius:Mr. Brightside and the lover of open space to roam. Feeling gagged by routine, like a dentist has her hands down your throat. Throwing yourself off of the cliff towards possibility; getting taken advantage of. That deep-seated desire to leave an impression on people, like goose pimples after a gust of cold air. Being a little too honest. Experiencing highs and lows that make you seem like you’re more than one person. Naturally enthused. Always searching for something. You are the mistress of experience, bold and wild and feeding off of the knowledge of the unexpected.
Capricorn:Seeming to be cool and steady, even when you feel like screaming. Possessing a deep, undeniable need for security- in all areas of life. Dreaming of building kingdoms with your bare hands. Being embarrassed, but pleased when somebody compliments you. Being too hard on yourself, and experiencing black moods because of it. Hiding your sensitivity behind biting, but nonetheless amusing sarcasm. Wanting to feel worthwhile in the world. Having a deep desire, and drive, to make something of yourself. You are the Titan Cronus, learning the lesson of the finiteness of mortality.
Aquarius:Growing up and just feeling ‘different’. Loving all things messy, except emotions. Rejecting negative emotions because you hate feeling jealous, or fearful. Compassion through philosophy. The starry-eyed professor, mad scientist, or general genius. Becoming so immersed into your own goals that you forget your reasons for said goals. Attracting all types in the eccentric crowds. Lovingly charming; struggling early on to find the medium between humor and offense. You are the electric shock of innovation upon society, bold and sharp and drastic as hell.
Pisces: The unrivaled mental space cadet. Intuition resembling psychic affinity. Caring for others so deeply, that their emotions make you feel like you’re underwater. Seeing pieces of yourself inside of everybody else. Being so excited for the future, you lose the present. Empathizing with everyone. Having secret worlds to retreat to, when reality is too awful. The natural performer. Being slightly jealous of mermaids/men. Loving everybody just a little bit. Having your heart broken more than once a day. You are the holy ghost, filled with divine love for all, and longing even more so.
I wonder what would happen if Dudley grew up in the wizarding world but still as a muggle? like kind of reverse AU where his parents are dead and he has to go to Lily for whatever reason? do you think he would become bitter like Petunia about magic?
Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious
and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look
and not touch.
The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she
died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they’d had a
shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said freak and Lily had hissed better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy–
now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily
walked the halls of the Godric’s Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with
their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry
She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up
the hall the opposite way. “I think he’s asleep,” James mouthed over
Harry’s tousled head. His hair was the same mess, bent down to peer at
his sleeping son.
Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy
on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. “James,” she said.
“How are we going to do this?”
“Oh,” he said. “Hey. Don’t you
cry, you’ll start them off– unless you need to cry, I mean, you go
ahead, hey, sweetheart, hey, it’s alright, you just let it out.” He
stepped forward, shifting Harry gently to his other shoulder, and
pressed his forehead to hers. “We tuck them in, okay, that’s what we do
next. Then we go to our own bed, okay, and go to sleep, and when we wake
up it’ll be a new day.”
“A new day,” she said. “Another day– James, that’s the– I’m so tired.”
let’s sleep. It’ll look better in the morning,” he said. “And if it
doesn’t look better this morning, it’ll look better in the next one.”
“Better than that. I’ll show you. Every day,” he said and kissed her cold forehead.
had not shown up on the Potters’ doorstep with the milk bottles. Lily
had gotten a phone call from the landline she still had installed in
Godric’s Hollow, about an accident, and she had gone down to the Muggle
police station to identify the bodies.
The cupboard under the
stairs was filled with spiders, broomsticks, and the sewing machine
Lily’s mother had given her when she married James– that’s all. Dudley
slept downstairs. Uncle Remus taught Dudley and Harry to knock out coded
messages through the wall their rooms shared.
In the backyard,
beside a rickety porch and an ambitious hedge, James taught them to
fly– first on little tot brooms where their toes brushed the grass the
whole time, then out of the barrels of practice brooms James used for
lessons and coaching Little League Quidditch.
When the boys turned
ten, five weeks apart, they both got shiny new Nimbuses on Dudley’s
birthday (which came first), and a set of enchanted Quidditch balls on
Harry’s, to share. The Bludgers were enchanted to be very kind but
Dudley spent long afternoons whacking them far afield while Harry chased
the Snitch at his back.
Harry had a scar on his forehead, like a
jagged bit of lightning. Dudley had no scars– the car crash that had
killed his parents hadn’t touched him where he sat strapped into a car
seat in the back, chewing on a stuffed dinosaur toy.
Lily did not
believe in lying to the children. She was bare years off being a child
herself, and spare moments on the far side of a war. When Dudley asked
about his parents, she told him there had been an accident. She pulled
pictures off the shelf and wrote Petunia’s old university friends for
Photographs came by mailman, the images still and unnatural
to Dudley’s eye. Every day he’d gone out to play, for years, he’d been
waving at the picture near the back door of his aunt and uncle on their
wedding day, and they waved back every time.
“She was very clever,” Lily said. “Your mom liked to know everything.”
“And my dad?”
“Vernon liked… cars?” James offered. “That’s the word, right, Lily?”
didn’t know him very well,” Lily said. “He liked drills, I think; he
worked for a firm that made them, and he talked about that a lot.”
brushed his thumbs over the dull edges of the photos. When Lily went
off to Auror headquarters the next morning for work, James bundled the
boys up and took them on an impromptu invisible tour of Grunnings Drill
They tiptoed down halls and past water coolers
and ringing fellytones. They held hands under the Cloak as they dodged
around the machines on the manufacturing floor, thumping and pounding
and whirring away loudly enough that Harry and Dudley could whisper to
each other under the noise. An elevator took them all the way up to the
top floor. Harry whistled cheerily and eerily along with the elevator
music while the Muggles slowly edged toward the doors and pressed floor
buttons lower than they’d originally wanted.
There were boxes and
cabinets and folders and desks and staticky monitor screens full of
numbers strewn in endless grids. “Merlin’s knuckles,” said Harry, who
was seven and a half and rather proud of this expletive. “People can
look at this all day, their whole lives, and not die?”
“Work is hard work,” said James.
“At least mum gets to curse things.”
my dad liked it?” Dudley said, peering at a white board that was
bleeding enthusiastic marker. “There’s a lot of things, here. Maybe he
liked knowing things, too.”
When the boys asked about the scar on
Harry’s forehead, Lily and James looked at each other. “You know how
sometimes we sit with Uncle Remus and talk about a war?” James said. “Or
with Ms. Amelia or Mr. Mundungus.”
“Mr. Mundungus is kinda smelly,” Harry said helpfully.
“It’s not nice to say so though,” said James, and Lily made a face.
“Are we raising them to be nice?” Lily said.
“I’m trying,” said James.
“You talk about a war,” said Harry and shrugged. Dudley nodded.
“There was a very bad man, in those days,” said James.
“Voldemort,” said Lily, and James made a face.
was so scary a lot of people don’t like to say his name, even now,”
said James. “And he was coming after us because we had been fighting
against him, in the war. He came to the house and he tried to hurt you,
Harry. But it didn’t work. It hurt him instead, and gave you that scar.”
“Is he going to come back?” said Dudley, who was paler than his normal pink.
“No one’s heard of him since then,” said Lily.
“Where were you?” said Harry, because all his life they had been right there.
“Oh,” said Lily, but her throat closed up.
were at Dudley’s mum and dad’s funeral,” said James. “Our friend– our
friend Sirius was watching you two. The bad man, he came to the house.
He. Well. I.”
“Sirius died,” said Lily, one hand squeezing James’s
knee and the other reaching down to brush hair off Dudley’s forehead.
“You lived, Harry, and Voldemort vanished. And that’s why sometimes
people stare in the streets, baby.” James tweaked Harry’s collar
Two days after they had buried Lily’s sister,
the Potters had stood together in the first chills of November and
buried James’s brother.
Sirius had been burned off the Black
family tree years before. Lily and James had talked to his cousin
Andromeda, to Remus, and then they had laid him to rest in the Potter
family plot. At the wake, they’d told old jokes about squirrel breath,
shedding, and man’s best friend. Remus had fallen asleep on their couch
and stayed for a month.
It took a two hour row with HR for Lily to get two passes to the Ministry’s Bring Your Kid To Work Day.
“He’s a Muggle.”
“He’s not,” Lily snapped. “He’s family.”
had to get permission, sign a million forms, and she also had to take
the boys in early so that Dudley could get smothered in the spells that
would keep the Anti-Muggle wards around the Ministry from activating on
him. “If a Muggle stumbles in somehow, they just see a funny-smelling
supply cabinet and turn back around,” Lily told Dudley. He nodded and
dragged Harry off by the wrist to go look at the fountain.
windows were pouring sunlight into the underground room– the
maintenance workers had just gotten a win on their contract negotiations
and had banished the grimy rain-spattered windows of the previous
weeks. The light hit the falling water, the golden statues, and the
small excitable crowd of Ministry dependents who were gathering in the
atrium. Dudley was fishing about in the fountain for Knuts to toss back
out again, elbow-deep, and Harry was laughing and coming up with weird
wishes to make on them.
Lily hadn’t said son. She’d said family, and that was true enough, wasn’t it? She didn’t say son–
she had a son, and she had a nephew, a ward, another child who came to
her after nightmares and scraped knees. It was not less, it was just
Lily worried about stealing more things from Petunia. Tuney
had shrieked at her, in ladies’ restrooms and suburban foyers, had
hissed at her in grocery store aisles and family dinners, because Lily
got everything. And now Lily had her son.
Lily could just imagine it– could just see Petunia’s face twisting and chin stabbing at the air. You could have anything, and you took my son– my son!
left him to me,” Lily whispered, but that wasn’t quite right. “You
left,” she whispered, and that wasn’t quite right either, so she strode
off toward the fountain to ask the boys if they wanted to go see the
Auror spellwork ranges. Dudley’s sodden shirt sleeves dripped all over
the Ministry floors. Harry’s hair fell down into his eyes and they both
grinned bright enough to rival the spelled sunlight.
( TRANS ) wonwoo’s japanese md pamphlet — february ‘17
my role in seventeen is ‘brains.’ i like books, be it mystery novels, historical novels, literature, poetry; i don’t choose based on genres. if there’s time, i’m always reading. after reading an emotional book, my tears don’t stop. i’m usually not the type to cry, but when i’m touched by a movie or book, my tears become a lot. recently, i read 3 of higashino keigo’s books. in korea, higashino keigo is very popular (his books). the one that left a deep impression on me was 'miracles of the namiya general store.’ it’s a story about communication between the past and the future via letters, it was very emotional.
my birthplace is changwon, gyeongsangnam-do. i can’t really remember much regarding kindergarten, but the thing that remained in my memory is a high slide. i often went to the nearby park with my friends, it was a very average childhood. in elementary school, i goodheartedly joked around and played with my friends. the most fun was after class, we would have a drawing battle on the blackboard. now that i think about it, it was comedic and cute. (laughs)
i liked playing with my friends, but i also liked doing stuff at home quietly, since then i often read books. in 1st grade someone bought me the whole set of the record of the three kingdoms, i read it multiple times. also, i liked solving quizzes on computer games.
i got into music in middle school. the rock band buzz was popular, so i got excited with my friends and said 'let’s try being a band too!’ and we learned how to play instruments together. i learned guitar, my friend learned drums. i had the vague dream of 'it would be good to have a concert in seoul someday,’ so i started going to a music academy. practicing dance with my friends, we even recieved an offer to stand on the stage of our middle school academy. i couldn’t dance well then, but it was a fun memory. (laughs)
at the suggestion of my teacher at the music academy, i went for an audition. i said to my friends, “if i have a dream to be an artiste, it’s definitely going to be a good experience,” i went to the audition with the purpose of gaining experinece, in the end i couldn’t believe i passed. so i came to seoul, and became a trainee from my 3rd year in middle school.
actually, before passing the audition, i thought 'when i grow up, i want to do music with my friends freely’ or 'i want to travel the world,’ there were a lot of things i had interest in, but i never thought about what i wanted to do for my future job. however, having passed the audition, i formed the goal of being a singer. my father is very happy and is supporting me for chasing my dream now. i’m always concerned about seventeen’s activities, so i search my name on the internet (laughs). my father looks after and treasures my family; at work, he’s someone who devotes himself to his work persistently. i respect him as a father, and looking at the back view of a man who lives confidently, there are a lot of things to learn from him. for the first 6 months in the dorm, there were so many things that i couldn’t get used to from my original lifestyle, it was tiring, but the friends who became trainees first taught me many things, and i could get used to it later on. when i got the sense of things, i could do well in terms of singing and dancing, it was like jumping over a wall. also, i felt reassured that i gained friends who did it with me.
originally, i listened to many genres of music. i also liked hip-hop, so i started doing rap. even thought it was my first time rapping, i was unexpectedly natural. i think rap matches me.
in my opinion, the charm of rap is its lyrics. writing about what you think and feel, and expressing it along with a rhythm was very fun. you can feel the charm of it especially when the rap is very natural. using literature as an example, a vocalist’s lyrics would be a poem, a rap would probably be an essay.
So, I read quite a lot of fics and I wanted to share some of my favourites that I’ve found throughout my time here. Knowing me I’ve probably forgotten loads so I may drop in and add titles if I find anything that I want to add but if not you can find other things under my fic rec tag here.
as much as i love the way brenda strong plays Evil™ lillian luthor, i can’t help but think about what it might’ve been like if the writers had decided to make her more complex than the cliche Evil Mother Cannot Love Adopted Daughter thing
i think that their dynamic would’ve been a lot more interesting if lillian did love lena. if lena had memories of growing up with her mother’s love and being accepted and being cared for. if it was only after lex’s madness and the things he did that lillian became withdrawn and cold, and started working for cadmus.
if lillian joined cadmus because she was genuinely scared of aliens, and the things they could do, and she genuinely did think that she was doing the right thing by joining cadmus and finding a way to fight them. if her talk about protecting and loving lena and saving the world was just more than talk.
and it would’ve been a really strong way of paralleling someone lena cares for, for someone that kara loved. imagine lena telling kara about how lillian used to be, before lex’s reign of terror, before cadmus, and kara thinking of her aunt. kara ending up in cadmus and looking up at this woman with cold, cold eyes, remembering how her aunt didn’t listen to her, and telling lillian that her daughter misses her.
kara becoming determined to save lillian from herself, for lena, because she couldn’t save her aunt
give me a redemption arc for a middle aged woman who loves her child and has done all these terrible things for what she thought were the right reasons, rather than one for a man child whose done nothing to work for it
am i talking about lillian or astra in the last part who even knows
Well, this isn’t the “title test” I was talking about before, but it’s about time I posted something, probably.
Space: There are two cows. You frolick with them in the wilderness. The three of you find the most fascinating plants and butterflies. Soon there will be a baby cow!
Time: You have two cows. In 150 years, nobody will remember who you were or how many cows you had. Not even your great-grandchildren. That’s just the way things are.
Rage: You are hiding under your kitchen table from a thing with horns and cloven hooves. It can only be a demon. Pure horror pulses through your veins when you realize there’s more than one.
Hope: You have two cows. If you took their barn apart, you’d have enough wood to build a ship. If your ship was on the coast, you could take it sailing. If you went sailing, there might be pirates. You’d better practice swordfighting.
Mind: You have two cows. The fluffy cow doesn’t know you know she knows the spotted cow suspects the fluffy cow heard the spotted cow confiding in you what she thought she overheard the fluffy cow pretended to mutter in her sleep. Just as planned.
Heart: You have two cows. You can tell them apart at a distance by how they moo. You’re not supposed to give them names. You do it anyway.
Blood: You have two enormous bulls. They fight to the death. You butcher the loser and set your house on fire to cook some hamburgers. You are screaming the entire time.
Breath: You have two cows. The chickens recruit one of them to be an umpire for their baseball game. The other goes into stand-up comedy telling really cheesy puns. You learn how to whistle.
Light: You’ve been asked to run a three million acre dairy farm in France. You’re a world-class cheese taster and helicopter pilot with a PhD in chemical engineering. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for.
Void: You have two huge, awkward beasts of burden with multiple stomachs and overproductive mammary glands. They poop absolutely everywhere.
Life: You have two cows. You herd them into the barn for the night, eat some macaroni and cheese, and watch TV before bed – the same thing you do every day.
Doom: You try desperately to explain to your cows that none of this is real and you need to leave the farm before this story ends and the three of you cease to exist. They don’t understand a word. It’s too late now anyway.
You just gotta break the egg - Trying to understand Eto and her revolution
I have been reading past comments made by Eto about the revolution and change which she wants the world to go trough. The world sure could use a change, since at it`s current state it`s basically a cycle of violence that keeps hurting and twisting the people living in it.
However, as I have read Eto`s lines, there is something that puzzles me. When she is talking about this upcoming change, most of the discussion is surrounded with rather violent metaphors or word uses in general. To me it seems that by change, Eto means the destruction of the old system. Not, reform, not change but destruction. From the ashes of the old corrupted world, a new one shall rise. Let`s look at some of her word choices:
“Our enemy are the the Doves of CCC. However, eradicating the warped root that lurks behind all of this is my true aim.”
“In the destruction of this twisted birdcage, is the key to returning balance to the scales of the world. I would like you all to become the foundation of that destruction.”
“Because I want to take this fucked up, piece of shit world, fuck it up even more and then give it a factory reset.”
“To give birth to something, you`ve gotta destroy the world right before your eyes.”
This old world that needs to be broken, does not seem to be the CCG, but the warped root behind all of it that I guess is causing all this. What is that root? Is it the Washuu family that has held up a system for decades? Is it the mysterious V organization, which members said in the new chapter that some secret project they are conducting is related to keeping world at peace? Do all of these need to be destroyed that you can create something new, because I think a simple reform was not something Eto had in mind when she started to plan this.
Why then Eto uses such such a violent words and metaphors, seeing destruction as the way to change things? I guess a lot of has to do with how she grew up. Eto grew up in a harsh world, that probably made her see it trough a warped perspective. Her massive kakuja tells that she has done a lot cannibalization over these years, so she has lived a rough life. Her father leaving her alone with Noroi affected this too, making Eto very bitter. As has been discussed before, this manifest in her writing:
When you think about, I guess you could say that most of Eto`s creations end up having a tragic fate, as do the characters in her books. When she molded and re-created Kanae/Karren, I think Eto knew that she molded her in a way that she would not live very long after that. Aogiri Tree, a creation of Eto too, perished at the of Rue island mission by the hands of the CCG. Probably this was partially planned so that the empty space of power left by AT could be filled by the One-Eyed-King, Kaneki. King Kaneki is also Eto`s creation, so I wonder what will happen to Ken…
So to wrap this up: the thing is that Eto, whatever she sees that the warped root is (the CCG/Washuu/V..?) that keeps twisting their world, needs to be destroyed. Not reformed or changed, eradicated. In a odd way this reminds me a bit of the mentality that the Communist had. If you read one of the most famous manifestos by Lenin, a good chunk of the text is just talking about how the previous order/system etc… needs to be destroyed. A simple change is not enough, destruction is needed. What is also an odd coincidence is that this kind of “breaking an egg” metaphor used by Eto has also been used by the Soviets too in the past. I can`t remember who said, but the massive amounts death in the Soviet Union were told by a needed sacrificed, and the process was compared to making an omelet: You can`t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. To make things clear, I am not saying that Eto is a communist. Her violent word choices and talk about destroying the old system just reminded me of those instances.
But are the current actions taken by Kaneki doing this? He has talked about bringing the CCG to the negotiation table, by force if he has to. Is this the thing that Eto wants to happen? Possibly a peaceful discussion how things should change?
Why Eto uses these hard words is likely because of her hard life, and as has been seen in the past, the life of ghouls at it`s worst is very violent. Even the wars she used to live in, the 24th, has been said to one of the most dangerous and violent places to live in.
In the end, I guess Eto herself summarized it the best in a quote from Dear Kafka:
“What cannot change can only be broken. “
Things are too corrupted to be changed anymore, so they need to be broken instead.
1. Reward as you go. You should be proud of everything you accomplish along the way, not just the destination itself. So be happy when you complete one assignment or find sources for an essay, don’t just focus on the overall grade at the end of the year.
2. Set goals. Early in the semester, you need to establish what you want to accomplish this school year. Whether that be study more or go out less, you need to make and write down a plan right off the bat.
3. Don’t get discouraged. We all mess up. We all get behind in school work or break one of the rules we set for ourselves. That’s just a part of life. DO NOT use this as an excuse to give up though. Just start doing it again the next day. It won’t be the end of the world unless you give up complete.
4. Do things sooner rather than later. Try to get your work done as soon as possible. When you get home from school, take a short break, and I mean SHORT, and then get your assignments done for the day. That way, you can just relax and chill until you go to bed, rather than pulling an all nighter if something ends up taking longer than expected.
5. Procrastinate with other work. Let’s say you don’t want to read a chapter of a book for a class. Well, before doing that, go ahead and clean your room and practice your violin. If you’re going to procrastinate, do it with something worthwhile, rather than spending hours on tumblr. At least that’s a few less things you have to do later on.
Park Jimin’s arms tangle around the woman you do not recognize. Hands wrapping around her waist, as she is then tugged further into Jimin’s embrace, and when their lips connect, a sudden pain illuminates through your body so brightly it rivals the affects of Min Yoongi’s gaze.
The pain is like a knife starting at the tip of your heart and slicing through. And it’s not in one quick semi-painless sort of way, either. It’s a slice that is poorly executed, that is off to a rough start. You can almost feel every sharped raggedy edge as it tears your heart in half.
The luminous effects causes you to move a hand to settle over the place where your heart resides, because witnessing what you are, it’s the only thing that can reassure you that it is, in fact, still in tact. Still beating. Still pulsating blood. Still keeping you alive.
Request: Can u do more cute imagines on stage with yn
I wasn’t sure how you wanted the imagine to go exactly but I hope this is good enough, Enjoy!
Heavy breathing and loud screams. It’s a familiar sound now.
I’ve been to so many of his concerts that coming just seems to be a second nature. It’s different then it was a few years ago though. Back then, I only saw him once every few years when he would put on a show, and I would usually only be seeing him from a far distance. He didn’t even know I existed.
But now, my whole world has flipped upside down and as I stood from the wings, watching Justin and his dancers parade around on stage, I couldnt help but look at all the other screaming fans, reaching out for something so small, as simple as a graze of his shoe.
I used to be like that, before I met him for real.
I remember it so vividly. The day it was absolutely pouring rain and I still had a good 2 miles to walk. I remember sneezing from the cold raindrops that trickled down my skin, leaving me to deal with an ongoing flu the next day. But I also remember seeing the black, tinted SUV pulling up beside me.
At that moment my heart nearly stopped, and I was readying myself to run if needed. I really thought I was about to be kidnapped when the door to the SUV swung open, but gee was I glad stayed when I did.
My idol stood in front of me, a concerned look on his face as he glanced at me, then up at the dark grey clouds above. Star struck, I listened to his words, so simple yet so demanding. “Need a ride? Get in! Where are you headed?”
And from there it was a long spiral of being strangers, to acquaintances, friends, to love interests. Then finally - becoming official 3 months ago - as boyfriend and girlfriend.
“Get used to me holding you. Get used to me woeing you. Oh! get used to it…” The last line was sung. Justin’s jumping stopped as he ended in position, the crowd’s screams only just beginning to pick up.
“Thankyou all so much for coming tonight.” He announced breathlessly into the mic. “Don’t go anywhere guys, we’ll be back in 10!”
And then he and the dancers ran off stage for a quick break. Justin immediately grabbed ahold of me, smiling like a fool under his head mic. “How am I doing?”
After handing him his water bottle and wiping down his forehead with a towel as he gulped it down, I smiled and said, “Absolutely amazing baby. You always do great.” while rubbing his sweaty but masculine arms. It’s crazy to think that I have one of the worlds biggest popstars, as well as my dream guy, wrapped right around my finger. Just as well as I am with him.
“Let’s take a snap before you have to go back out.” I exclaimed, removing my phone from the pocket of my jeans.
“”Okay. But it’s only going to your family right?” And here we go again. Justin has been trying to keep our relationship a secret ever since we got together. At first it seemed to just be a privacy thing, so we could enjoy a little time to ourselves before going public to the world, but its been 3 months, and It honestly feels a little as if Justin is embarrassed to be seen in a relationship with me.
I mean, I’m definently not the most attractive girl, and I don’t have a model body either. I’m short, with a little belly. I can barely do my makeup for shit and not to mention, I’m not famous. In the end, I’m just a fan.
“Oh- uh. Y-yeah. Of course.” I stutted in a failed attempt to hide my disappointment.
Justin’s face fell, eyes wondering over me in a concern. “You okay baby girl?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just forget it. Don’t worry about the snap. You gotta go out there soon and Scooter wants to talk to you.”
“Go. Scooter’s waiting.” I pushed. I honestly just wanted to be left alone for a little bit, and pushing him away for a while was really the only way I was going to get that.
Justin hesitated and compelled but with some tugging and pushing, I got him over to Scooters side and walked away.
“Your doing great Kiddo.” Scooter began, looking down at the show plan in his hand, he hadn’t even realised that Y/N had practically dragged me over here, to busy caught up making sure everything was going according to plan.
“Yeah thanks Scoot.” I rushed. “Hey, do you know what’s up with Y/N?”
“Y/N? No. She was fine earlier.” Scooter answered, glancing up towards me. “Why?”
“She just seemed like she was in a bit of a shit mood. Or something was making her uncomfortable.”
“Well did something happen?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No…I mean…I don’t think so?” I questioned. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “We were talking about the show, and then all of a sudden she asked if we could take a snap before I went back out. Then after that she just suddenly said she didn’t want to do it anymore and that I should talk to you before I go back out.” I explained.
“Okay…” Scooter trailed off “Did you say anything before that?”
“No, just that we could take a pic, just as long as she only sends it to her friends and family. No one else.”
That’s when Scooters face lit up in recognition, a sigh leaving his lips.
“Justin, I honestly don’t know how so many girls love you. You are so oblivious.” Scooter joked.
“What?” I questioned.
“Justin, did it ever occur to you that maybe Y/N’s feeling a little insecure?”
“Insecure? About what. She’s perfect, there’s nothing to be insecure about.”
“Maybe not to you but to her…” Scooter explained. “Justin, she’s a wemon - a girl. Shes gonna need constant confident boosters and reminders that she is beautiful because otherwise after a while, the confidence she has will just wither away. And you holding back on telling everyone about your relationship is probably starting to affect her. She probably thinks you don’t want to be seen with her.”
“But that’s not true at all.”
“But she dosen’t know that.” Scooter stated.
“Well then…what do I do?” I ask hysterically. Scooter only shrugs and pats me on the shoulder. “That’s for you to figure out Kiddo. Your on in a minute.”
And with that, he walked over to pep up the dancers.
1 minute seconds, that gives me 60 seconds to think of something. C’mon Jay THINK!
Then, a brilliant idea pops in my head. And not only for Y/N’s sake, but i think for the crowds entertainment as well. Guess there’s gonna be one less lonely girl tonight.
I sighed, looking out at the stage. “JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN!” the crowd chanted in anticipation. He was soon to go on, and the only thing I was feeling was self-conscious. I didn’t mean to push Justin away like that but I just can’t be around him when I get like that. I don’t like him seeing me sad, it makes him sad, and he needs to be in a good mood for the remaining part of this night.
The name was smooth but rushed as he voiced it from a small distance. Quickly, I straightened up and planted a fake smile on my face, awaiting Justin’s arrival.
“Hey baby, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?”
“I need to show you something.” He ignored my question.
“Now?” I ask in confusion. Justin only nods and grabs a hold of my hand, mumbling “C’mon.”
Scooters voice suddenly began echoing throughout the backstage arena, the dancers all running forward towards the wings of the stage. “Alright, where on in 3! 2! 1!”
And then the music began. Light strumming of a guitar. Wait? This isn’t right. the next song should of been trust. This is one less lonely girl…
“Justin, what’s going on?”
But to no avail. All he did was send a wink my way, then began to sing through his head mic, slowly making his was on stage with a firm grip on my hand.
“There’s gonna be one less lonely girl, One less lonely girl, There’s gonna be one less lonely girl,One less lonely girl! How many I told you’s and start overs…”
While He progressed on stage, his grip around my hand tightened as I struggled to pull away. “What are you doing?” I whispered.
I watched as the dancers ran around on stage, planting a stool in the middle.
Justin lead me further and further until I was in sight of every screaming fan. The cheers made my head dizzy and the attention made my body weak but with Justin here, everything seemed to refocus and seem alright.
Justin smiled and placed me on the stool in the center of the stage, continuing to sing the current verse of one less lonely girl, what in the world was the boy doing?
“Saw so many pretty faces before I saw you. Now all I see is you! No, no, Don’t need these other pretty faces like I need you, And when you’re mine in the world - There’s gonna be one less lonely girl!”
He moved his body from singing towards the crowd, to directing the song towards me. Running his hand down my body and face in a sentimental way, love shining through his eyes.
He continued the lyrics to his old but popular song, half way through helping me off the stool to where he cradled me in his arms and began slow dancing with me, his arms locked around me, pushing my head into his chest.
Then the song began to come to an end, and he stopped moving. Looking me directly in the eyes with his arms stretched slightly, cupping my cheeks. Honey eyes radiating with nothing but love.
“If you let me inside your world! There’s gonna be one less lonely girl….” Then in a raspy and low voice, he mumbled, “You shawty” Before connecting his lips to mine.
And although we were accompanied by thousands of people screaming in shock, it was as if no one else was in the room but us.
The kiss lasted a few seconds at least, before he finally pulled away, pulling me into his side and waving off towards the crowd with a smile.
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Your eyes closed, as a breath
slipped past your lips. Hearing your husband’s voice over the phone, calling
you by his favorite nickname for you…it was a bittersweet moment, honestly.
“Hey,” you replied, trying to keep
a strong tone, your eyes closed. “What are you up to?”
“Just getting to the arena,” Finn
answered. “You OK?”
“Stressed,” you admitted, knowing
it wasn’t worth it to pretend you were anything but. Finn would be able to tell
the second you tried lying, and honestly, you just didn’t have the energy to even
attempt a façade.
You will have to do without pocket handkerchiefs, and a great many other things, before we reach our journey’s end, Bilbo Baggins. You were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire, but home is now behind you. The world is ahead.
Pentagon To You Being Short And Trying To Kiss Them
Jinho: Honestly you are the same height as Jinho and you two kiss without struggle. And small kisses will take place anywhere and everywhere where he will hold your waist every single time he kisses you- and it looks so precious and cute to everybody because u both look like puppies.
Hui: Will grin and sort of fanboy alittle because you are precious to him as edawn. Doesnt hesitate to lean down to kiss you but sometimes will playfully pull back before you do plant one on him which you will of course end up either smacking him or not giving him one. “I was jokinggg give me a kiss.“
Hongseok: Cannot handle the precious and adorable thing in this world which is you and cannot believe you are his. Will most likely pull you in for a bear hug out of excitement and lean in to kiss your lips- then your nose and forehead and cheek(back and forth several times)basically love the shit out of u.
Edawn: You’d only a be a slight bit shorter than him since he himself isn’t tall so he’d make u try your best to kiss him as he looks down at you with a playful smile. ”You’re so close, these lips are waiting for you.“ You end up charging into the kiss and pressing your lips on his too hard. he will pull back all stunned and laughing like. ”Did you do that on purpose??“
Yeo-one: ”You’re so cute.“ He will say as he grins, then holding you firmly by the waist and bending down to kiss you slowly but softly, pulling his face back afterwards only a slight bit so he can stare at you lovingly.
Shinwon: This boy is so rude, he will wiggle his eyebrows teasingly as he freaking tiptoes himself to get even taller. ”Catch these lips.“ ”Forreal you are an idiot shinwon.“ Afterwards will attack you in a hug as he kisses you right away, his arms all the way around your body, pulling you in as close as possible.
Kino: OKAY i wouldnt say hed do the most and kneel for you to just kiss him but Im saying he might kneel for you to just to kiss him. If you were sitting on a bench at an amusement park he will get down on one knee to fix your shoelaces and then look up and make eye contact along with a sweet ass smile of his, sending you signals that he wants you to lean in and kiss him (which you do).
Yanan: Makes his signature baby shy smile as he has his hand in his coat pocket (with your hand in there as well for warmth) and lean down to let you kiss him (cuz there aint no way he brave enough to initiate it). Eyes closed but smiling into the kiss.
Yuto: Damn boy is really soft but when in public with you he gets these surge of manliness, wanting to impress you and people around him so he kind of has his arm around your neck almost into a headlock to initiate the quick kiss. You pull back all stunned like what just happened, with Yuto standing there like ‘I did that'
Wooseok: Type to pick you up and have you wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he gives you small kisses 5 thousands times. Ends up giggling and spinning until you forcefully get down off of him yourself.
Hey copperbadge. I did not pay enough attention to the directions on the post for the fundraiser so I exited out of the donation page before being forwarded to your ask box. No idea how this works so here's to hoping it all ends up going to the same place. Could you please write a fic about Cap Steve & Clint being bros? I feel like there's not enough of those two being awesome together in the world. Thanks in advance! - Meg
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“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right,” Steve said, looking up at the outfield facade of Yankees Stadium.
“Is there a wrong way to do a baseball game?” Clint asked, following his gaze.
“Bucky and I always had a plan,” Steve told him. “You get popcorn and nuts before the game. Third inning, before everyone gets hungry in the fourth inning, that’s when you get yourself a Coke. You get hungry round about the sixth inning, that way, so you get your hot dog before the seventh-inning stretch, and then on your way out you get candyfloss for the train home.”
“I see you’ve got it all figured out,” Clint said. “How much did that run you in 1930?”
“About thirty-five cents each,” Steve said. “Don’t worry, I calculated for inflation, I brought forty bucks. But here’s the important part about going to a ball game.”
“What’s that?” Clint asked.
“Sneakin’ in,” Steve said.
“But we bought tickets,” Clint said.
“Still the best part,” Steve replied, and started to climb the outer facade of the stadium. “Come on, Clint! We used to just hop the fence, now we’re goin’ up and over!”
Clint grinned. “I do love urban climbing,” he said, and rubbed his hands together. “Up and over and onwards to overpriced popcorn!”
//Well here it
is, how I went with what the request was. It ended up being longer than I anticipated, but I hope y’all like it.
beginning might be sad, but it has a fluffy+happy ending. Death,
murder, mild swearing.
Need to know: This
is insinuated, but not completely said in the story: Y/n was really close
friends with Jerome, and a member of the Maniax. Also, it sort of starts right
when Jerome is murdered?
Oh they say people come, say people go
This particular diamond was extra special
And though you might be gone, and the world may
Still I see you, celestial
Y/n’s mouth drops open as an agony filled scream claws
its way out of her throat, rising over everyone else’s. She pushes herself out
from behind the curtain where Jerome had told her to stay and she crashes to
the ground next to him. She places her hands on either side of his face as his
eyes meet hers, a disturbing, gurgling laugh bubbling from the back of his
throat. Blood pools out of his mouth, trickling down the side of his face.
Jerome’s eyes glisten, wider than they had ever been. His mouth closes, and opens,
his lips trying to form words that he can barely manage to make audible.
“Y…y/n.” She shakes her head quickly, tears filling her
eyes. He had already wasted enough of his energy.
“Jerome, no.” When his gaze meets Theo’s, who stands
above him, y/n’s heart breaks even more. In his eyes is pure pain and betrayal.
His eyes become moist with unfallen tears as he coughs softly. Theo shakes his
“I’m sorry Jerome,”
“You…you said….” Jerome’s mouth closes as more blood
falls out, and he swallows roughly, only to choke weakly on his blood. “…you
said….I was going….to be a …s…t…ar…” It only takes a few seconds for his head
to fall back, his mouth tilted up in a smile, his eyes open wide. His beautiful
green-blue eyes glaze over as the life leaves his body, his last breath coming
out in a soft, weak, wheezy laugh.
A single tear falls from y/n’s eyes as Barbara moves over
quickly, pulling her up.
Y/n shouts, pointing at Theo. “You sick bastard,
you killed him!” Barbara drags her
backwards as her gaze meets with Theo’s. “I’m going to kill you, I’m going to make you suffer,
you piece of-” her shouts are silenced by the shouting of the crowd. Y/n’s gaze
meets Bruce’s and she laughs. For the longest time as Barbara is pulling her
out of the building, her loud, maniac laughter silences everyone. Everyone
freezes as the unstable laughter echoes through the room.
Even after Barbara put’s y/n into the car that Tabitha
had waiting, she still laughs. Yet her laughter is softer now, raspier. Tabitha
glances in the rearview mirror to look at y/n.
“She okay?” She asks, glancing at Barbara. Barbara shakes
“Theo killed Jerome…he killed him, Tabs.” Tabitha tilts
her head, slamming her foot down on the gas.
Y/n’s laughter continues, but it slowly turns into sobs,
which grow louder and louder. She covers her face with her hands, her whole
body shaking as she cries.
“That…son of a…I’m going to kill him…he,” she hiccups,
and inhales shakily. “He killed Jerome.”
Like a lion you ran, a goddess you rolled
Like an eagle you circled, in perfect purple
So how come things move on, how come cars don’t
When it feels like the end of my world
When I should but I can’t let you go?
Y/n shuts her eyes tightly while Barbara holds her gently,
stroking her hair. She still shakes as she sobs, unable to control herself.
“He took him away,” she cries. “Theo betrayed him-he-he
killed him, he killed Jerome.” Tabitha sits down next to her, not knowing what
“You’re going to be okay,” she starts. “You’ll get over
thi-” Before Tabitha can even finish her sentence, y/n’s head snaps over to
her, her gaze meeting Tabitha’s quickly.
“How could you say that?” She shouts through her sobs. “You
have no right to say that! You don’t
know what it’s like! I’m not going to get
over this! How am I supposed to? How
am I just supposed to let him go!?” Both of them are stunned by y/n’s rage,
and Barbara attempts to pull her back into a hug, glaring slightly at Tabitha.
She gets off of the couch and turns to face them. “How can I just let him go!? I loved him, I loved him!” Tabitha and
Barbara stare at her, their hearts breaking when they see the pain on her face.
“Did you just…” Barbara stops Tabitha before she can
continue as Y/n’s expression morphs from pain to desperation and realization.
“I…I didn’t just say that!” She shouts helplessly,
backing away from Barbara’s offer of a hug. “I didn’t love him-I didn’t say
that…” Her voice trails off as she inhales deeply.
“Y/n, it’s okay if you-”
“I don’t! Okay? I don’t.” Y/n whispers, wrapping her arms
around herself. “I didn’t and I don’t, and I won’t ever.” She covers her face
and sighs, composing herself before letting her arms fall down to her side,
plastering a wide smile over her pained expression.
“Y/n…” Barbara says, tilting her head in concern.
“I’m fine.” She says, turning around. “I’m just tired, I’m
going to go to sleep.”
“Y/n, you can’t just ignore what you said-what happened.”
Barbara says softly, causing y/n to freeze.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says
“You said you loved him.” Tabitha says.
“No, I didn’t,” y/n’s words are not only trying to
convince them, but herself too.
“Why are you denying it? We can talk to you y/n. We can
“Because! Because as long as I never cared about him I
can’t miss him! As long as he wasn’t important to me, I won’t cry over him! I won’t feel like this anymore! I can’t feel like this! I won’t let
myself, I won’t let myself be like this! So, pathetic and so weak!” Y/n shouts,
her eyes filling to the brim with tears. She inhales deeply. “Now I’m going to
go to sleep.” She whispers, turning around. “And in the morning, we won’t
mention this.” Y/n moves into the bedroom quickly, slamming the door shut and
locking it behind her.
But when I’m cold, cold
Oh when I’m cold, cold
There’s a light that you give me when I’m in
There’s a feeling you give me, an Everglow
Like brothers in blood, sisters who ride
And we swore on that night we’d be friends til
But the changing of winds, and the way waters
She lays down on her bed, grabbing her
phone and opening the photos. She scrolls up until she comes across the picture
of Jerome she’d taken when he wasn’t paying attention. A cold, heavy weight
settles down on her chest as she stares at the picture. It doesn’t take long
for her vision to be distorted by the tears filling her eyes and she swipes
them away absent mindedly, a small, sad smile appearing on her face. Her
breathing slows as she stares at his face, his hair wild as he had just come
back from the rooftop. It had been the day they made their mark on Gotham, the
Maniax. It all seemed so unreal, so wrong that he was dead. Y/n almost couldn’t
believe it. A part of her was convinced that Theo would walk through these
doors anytime, Jerome in tow, no one dead. She was convinced he would hug her,
tell her it was all a joke, tell her it was a trick. That it wasn’t real, that
he was fine.
That he loved her.
Y/n pushes the thought out of her head
as she begins to scroll through her photos.
A small pang shoots through her heart as
she comes across a picture that they’d taken together, only hours before his death.
Life as short as the falling of snow
And now I’m gonna miss you I know
But when I’m cold, cold
In water rolled, salt
I know that you’re with me and the way you will
And you’re with me wherever I go
And you give me this feeling this Everglow
(Time skip to Jerome’s resurrection)
When Barbara and Tabitha finished telling y/n about the
Cult’s plan of bringing Jerome back to life, her reaction was duller than they
had expected. She simply cocked an eyebrow, a weariness appearing in her eyes
at the mention of his name. Barbara had hoped for the light to return to y/n’s
eyes when they had told her this. She frowns at y/n.
“Aren’t you excited? Jerome’s going to be back.” Barbara
says, giving y/n a huge smile. Y/n stares up at her and replies with a small
“You’d thought he would come back when Theo did. He didn’t.
What makes you think it’s going to be different now? The cult is saying they’ll bring him back, but they
can’t do shit. He’s not coming back, and I need to accept that.” Her voice is
dull and scratchy, as if she had just recently been crying.
“Y/n, they are bringing him back. Trust me, I know it.
They seemed very serious about this. Please, just trust me. Just have hope.”
What I wouldn’t give for just a moment to hold
Yeah I live for this feeling this Everglow
“Barbara, turn on the news, hurry!”
Tabitha shouts, running out from the next room. Barbara motions to the TV.
“See, that’s probably him rig-” Before
she can finish her sentence, y/n turs the television on, a audible gasp
escaping her lips when her gaze focuses on the screen.
testing……..am I alive? Am I on air? Can you hear me- ah, screw it let’s do it.
Hi. Some of you may know, I died. Oh, take it from me. Death. Is. Dull.” Y/n
jumps up, her heart racing.
“But coming back….that is
something. Leave it to dying to give you a whooole new perspective on life. And
I would like to share that with you. Ah, hello officer, you look terrible? Hey
you got, huh-ah. Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So,
tonight Gotham, do what you want, kill who you wan- ah, augh. And when morning
comes, you too shall be…reborn.” Jerome’s demented, hoarse laughter fills
y/n’s ears as he lights a fuse, walking over to the man he has tied to a chair.
“Oh, and uh….”
“Dwight,” the man supplies him with his
“I don’t forgive you for
my face.” His laughter
fills the room, still being able to be heard as he walks out of the room. A
slight pain fills y/n’s heart when he’s gone, but his face is burned into her
memory. Staples lined his face, as if it had been put back on, which she can
only assume the man tied to the chair had something to do with.
Before Barbara, Tabitha, or Y/n can say
anything, the lights turn out. Not just there’s; all the lights.
And once again, y/n is left in complete
So if you love someone, you should let them know
Oh the light that you left me will Everglow
It didn’t take long for them to figure
out where Jerome was. It was the only place lite up; a large, twisted circus.
Y/n had gone alone, and even as she entered the circus she didn’t regret it.
She ran head first, passing all the maniacs, all the murders that surrounded
her. Apparently, he had more of a following then they thought.
She shouts his name as she runs, her tears obscuring her vision. “Jerome!” Y/n’s
voice cracks as she chokes, trying to hold back her sobs. She doesn’t get far
before something trips her, causing her to fall face first into the dirt. She
tries to get up, but someone pins her down. “Let me go! Let me go you bastard!” She shouts, struggling to move
forward, only making it a few inches before she’s forced onto her back, a blade
touching her neck and just barely breaking skin. A warm drop of blood trickles
down her neck, and she closes her eyes, flashes of Jerome’s death playing
through her mind. “Please-” Whatever y/n was going to say is cut off by her
attackers screams, and a loud thud. Her eyes open instantly, and she sees
Jerome pinning the man down, staring at him with wide eyes, a dagger stuck in
the man’s stomach.
“Look at me,” Jerome croaks, yanking the
blade out only to shove it back in. “I
want to see you die,” He hisses. “I want to see your eyes, you realizing
what a mistake you made.” He leans in close, his gaze slipping over to you as
his smile widens cruelly. “She’s mine, and no one hurts what’s mine.” With
that, the man dies. Or maybe he was already dead. Y/n wasn’t paying attention
to him, her gaze was laser-focused on Jerome. He stands up, brushing himself
off with one hand and then pretending to smooth his hair down as he walks over
to y/n, pulling her up to her feet and placing one of his gloved hands on her
face. His eyes stare into hers as a look of wonder crosses his face. “I
remember you, y/n. You were the first thing I remembered…” He leans in closer,
placing his other hand firmly on her back and pulling her too him. “I remember
not being able to say everything I wanted- I remember not trying…I’m never
going to do that again,” he murmurs, his lips now only inches from hers. “I
love you y/n. I’m never going to leave you again, and you’re not going to be
leaving me anytime soon…right?”
“I-I won’t. I can’t believe you’re
alive, Jerome-” His permanent smile widens.
“Shh, y/n. Not now. Right now, I just… I
just want to,” his voice stops abruptly as he kisses y/n roughly, his eyes
closing instantly. Jerome breaks the kiss quickly though, causing y/n to sigh
softly. “I just wanna be with you.” He finishes. A blissful look crosses his
face as he tilts his head. “And now, after a year…after a year of nothing but
darkness and loneliness, I have you back.”
Summary: The Apocalypse is going strong and Dean finds himself stuck with an insanely difficult decision. The only option he sees that they have left is for him to say yes to Michael. Before he leaves though he decides a good idea to have one last night with Y/N before leaving her and Sammy behind.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Michael, Lucifer, Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, language, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (use a condom!!), spoilers from season five, angst, fighting, Dean being a dick.
Word Count: 4,998
A/N: This is my entry for @nichelle-my-belle 4K Angst challenge. I’ve never written a season five Dean before so I figure this would be fun! My prompt was 4. His words shattered her as though her as if her heart was porcelain and her love was a lie. This is told through third person point of view. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!
The world was going to end, and it felt like no matter what Sam, Dean and Y/N did there was no way to stop it. Sitting in the motel room Y/N let out a heavy sigh, running her hands over her face. God didn’t want to help them, he felt like the apocalypse was not his fault. Who could blame him thought, technically it wasn’t his fault at all. There really was no one to blame for this. Dean was in Hell, Y/N was hunting trying to forget about him, and Sam was being manipulated by Ruby. It felt more like this damn path was set out for them rather than them choosing it.
There was no way this was going to end well for any of them. People were going to die, probably one of their friends or make shift family. They’d already lost Jo and Ellen and countless other hunters. It was only a matter of time before one of them bit the dust, and they couldn’t afford that. All hands were needed on deck, they needed to but ten thousand percent effort into stopping the end of the world. But as much as they hoped and prayed they could win this fight, they were running out of options. Things were looking bleak and there wasn’t a lot they could do at this point.