2 “I’ve been watching you, (Y/N). For tonight, I mean.”
6 “I love the sound of your screams.”
19 “You’re all bloody, what happened?”
It feels like eyes bore in your back, leaving an unpleasant feeling there as you walk down the road. It’s pretty stupid to be alone on the streets of Gotham after the sun went down, especially as a woman. But somehow you’ve to get home and you don’t want to wait for your brother.
You suppress the instinct to look over the shoulder and walk instead faster. The heals of your shoes clatter in an unsteady rhythm as you hear a laughter.
A laughter you know from TV, from the radio.
From one night in January…
You reach out for the gun in your waistband as he, Jerome, grabs you from behind.
Almost like you’re old friends or lovers he hugs you from behind, his cheek clinging to your as he covers your hand, stopping you from pulling the gun out.
“It was you who were following me.” You gasp unnecessarily and he snickers.
“Yes, I’ve been watching you, (Y/N). For tonight, I mean.” He purrs.
His voice surrounds you like a dark cloud of fear with a sparkle of desire.
You shouldn’t like this feeling.
You shouldn’t like his cold body pressed on yours, leaving waves of goosebumps over your body.
You shouldn’t like the affection and attention he’s giving you.
What you should do is ramming your elbow in his stomach and yell after the police car which is standing a few meters away.
Of course, they’re corrupt as you at least try.
Instead of helping you and earn eternal thanks from you brother, they turn around and disappear in the darkness.
“Love the sound of your screams.” He mutters in your ear before a chuckle leaving his mouth. “‘course I wish the circumstances would be different.”
Like to emphasize his words he rubs small circles with his hips against yours. Disgusted you pull away and turn around, wanting to slap the wide grin out of his face.
“I hate you, Valeska.” You spat in his face.
“And that’s what I love about you.” He giggles like a school boy, pulling you back in his embrace. “Does your big, bad brother know about us?”
“Screw you. It was just one kiss and I had no idea who you are.”
Probably you’ll regret your doing as you take the knife out of the pocket and buries it in his shoulder blade. His eyes widen in surprise as he let you go. Quickly you step back, watching how he, a little too dramatically, collapses on the ground.
“Ju-just leave me alone.”
Thirty minutes later you finally reach the apartment. Normally you need at least an hour, but not tonight.
“(Y/N)?” Your brother asks, wearing still his suit as he steps in the hallway.
Immediately he pulls out his gun and looks over your shoulder like the reason why you’re home early and scared to death is still behind you.
“You’re all bloody, what happened?” He wipes some blood and tears from your cheek.
“I’ve to tell you something, Jim…”
Hello, I was wondering if you have any tips for studying multiple languages at once?
I won’t recommend it anon. From my point of view, it’s easier to study them 1 by 1 until you are intermediate and you can use those languages daily and you get to be advanced in a slow way, but since you asked for tips, here are my suggestions:
make a schedule, if you study 2 languages, then morning/afternoon works, you study a bit daily in this way. If you have more than 2, then avoid combinations from the same family, think that Italian is allergic to Spanish, French annoys Spanish, so avoid that, no one wants an angry language. And if you study 2 languages from the same family, 1 language per day.
try to study language X in the afternoon and language Y in the morning, Z at night; don’t change their order, unless you are advanced enough so you won’t mix them
have different notebooks for them and if you use colors in your notes, think like 1 color = 1 language
change your studying place so your mind won’t get too comfy in only 1 place or have a special place for each language
don’t focus on the same thing for your languages in the same day, if you watch a movie for language X, don’t watch a movie for language Y after (unless you are upper intermediate), if you watch a movie in X, read something in Y
spend the same amount of time on your languages, if you stay 8 hours studying X, you should spend the same amount on Y and Z
when you practice, at the beginning try to talk to different people, not a person who knows all your target languages
if you use sticky notes like me, i assume you have more than 1 colour so again, 1 color = language
This is all i could think of, i hope it’s helpful for you. Anyway, try to use them only at the A1-B1 levels, after you can “control” the languages better so you won’t mix them up or anything.
“(Y/N) right?” Jackson asked as he watched you walk out of
“Maybe… why what’d you want?” You asked Jackson who grinned.
“No offence but I just need to use you, and I’d rather it be
you than Stilinski.” Jackson muttered as he gripped the back of your hair and
forced your neck back before revealing his red eyes and fangs, his deep bite
muffling you cry for Scott’s help.
Summary: How far would you go to be with your soulmate? For Dean, it wasn’t so easy, he had a couple of… complications in getting his soulmate :)
Word Count: 3.7K Words (My hands are dead tbh)
A/N: This is like my first proper imagine so some feedback would be great, thanks and enjoy!! <3
Soul mates, such a simple yet beautiful concept.
The idea of having a soul mate sounds extremely appealing to most, but for the wildcard, Dean Ambrose, it was quite the opposite. See, it’s not that he didn’t like the idea of having a soul mate as such, it was more the fact that he would never get to meet his soulmate in human form…
To put it bluntly, Dean was dead. Deceased. Gone. He was simply a spirit, wandering around the lonesome streets of his hometown, Cincinnati. He could have travelled the world if he wanted to but the remainder of his heart and soul begged him to stay home, the place where he grew up to become the tough man he once was. The place where his love for wrestling derived from. The place where he got up to all sorts of trouble in his adolescent years. The place where SHE was. Y/N. The not so lucky girl who happened to be his soulmate, the girl who would never truly feel complete, or feel contented without him.
That within itself caused Dean to die a little inside (ironic huh?), knowing that he couldn’t be there for the girl he knew he loved. The girl who was meant to love him too. The girl he was supposed to live a long and happy life with who he had abandoned, though not intentional, abandoned her nonetheless. Knowing he couldn’t physically be there for her wounded him deeply so he did whatever he could do to make sure she was safe and happy spiritually. He watched over her like that of a guardian angel, always being there to protect her in times of need and there to comfort her in times of sadness and guilt. He tried to make his presence known to her in the most obscure ways, like knocking one of her stuffed animals off of her shelf whenever she was sad to provide comfort or magically changing her song playlists so that only her favourites would come on.
Y/N was completely oblivious to it all though, she just thought of Dean’s actions as coincidences, not bothering to explore the nature of them much to the frustration of Dean. Never in a million years would Y/N have thought that she was being watched over by a spirit, the spirit that happened to be her soulmate for that matter. As a firm believer of fate, she simply believed that the strange coincidences that were happening at certain points of her life were just meant to happen, it almost… felt right to her and although that was comforting to Dean, it troubled him that Y/N hadn’t realised that he was there. He yearned for the acknowledgement from her but knew he would never get it.
Or so he thought. ———————————————————————————————————– On one stormy October night, Y/N had had trouble sleeping. She was utterly terrified of storms and couldn’t help but flinch every time she heard a boom of thunder or saw a flash of lightning. She sat cross-legged on her bed, face buried in hands, uttering words of reassurance to herself, trying to overcome her irrational fear of storms. Dean was perched on a chair in the corner of her room, his facial features laced with concern, the event happening in front of him distressing him more than he’d like to let on. He wished for nothing more than to just be able to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay but unfortunately, it was just not possible, so he did what he could do and channelled his mind to focus on pushing off a little stuffed animal from Y/N’s little shelf next to her obscenely large mirror which she claimed fit in with her room.
A multi-coloured unicorn that Y/N considered to be her favourite dropped off of her shelf and landed in front of her mirror just as another roll of thunder came around. Admittedly, she couldn’t help but jump and let out a little squeal of shock and fear as both things happened simultaneously. When she realised her unicorn has fallen, she smiled a little and got up to retrieve and cuddle it, though she couldn’t help but stare softly at herself in the mirror. She looked tired, the bags under her eyes drastically darkening, eyebrows knitted in fear, mouth fixed into a small frown. She longed to be happy again…
Dean couldn’t help but be awe-stricken as he stared at her as she got up, even when her hair was dishevelled and she was in baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, she remained beautiful. Frustrated, he pulled at his hair a little and gazed at her longingly, knowing that he all he could do was look. As she bent over, Dean let out a low groan, admiring every inch of her body whilst he could. He walked to over to where she was, standing behind her, and trained his baby blue eyes on her through the mirror. He couldn’t help but admire how good they looked together, she was small and cute whilst he was tall and rugged. He towered over her but he found that amusing, a small smile playing on his lips. Dean instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist but sighed sadly as his arms went straight through her and gasped as Y/N shivered.
“Fuck.” He thought to himself, knowing that he had just screwed himself over. He took a couple of step backs as Y/N stared into the mirror with a look of confusion, cautious as to what was going to happen next.
She could’ve sworn she felt something go through her… Thinking she was just tired and crazy, Y/N shook her head a little and prepared to turn around and faceplant her bed. Well… that was until a flash of lightning appeared out of nowhere and Y/N saw a handsome yet rugged- looking man pop up suddenly in her mirror. She let out a loud scream as she saw what she did and whipped her head around to see if the man was still there. Much to her confusion, the man she saw had now disappeared.
Dean was just as confused. “Did she just…? Oh, my God, she fucking saw me?!What? Is that even possible?” Dean thought to himself, mind racing with all sorts of scenarios. His thoughts however, got cut off with the soft sound of Y/N’s voice rippling through the air.
“I-Is anyone there? I k-know I saw someone… Please don’t hurt me…”Y/N whimpered out pathetically. The last thing she wanted was to be murdered or something on an already troubling night for her. Dean felt his heart rip into pieces, guilt surfacing as he knew that he was the cause of her fear right now. He wanted to speak out to her but she wouldn’t hear a damn word he was saying. Suddenly feeling angered, he raised his arm and dropped all of her stuffed animals from the shelf, causing Y/N to screech out in pure horror. Almost instantaneously, he froze in his tracks, feeling incredibly guilty by now for scaring the girl he deeply loved.
“I’m a monster…” Dean whispered out in shame, sinking down to the floor and sitting there, afraid of himself.
“I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to anger whoever you are… I just, who are you? What do you want from me…?” Y/N asked confidently, scanning the room, knowing that whoever this was, they weren’t actually physically there much to her relief. “I’m not dying tonight…” She muttered to herself, much to Dean’s amusement. Dean didn’t quite know how to respond and he looked around the room frantically, trying to come up with a way to communicate with her. As soon as he located some pens and papers, he knocked them off the desk, hoping that Y/N would pick up on what he was trying to do. Luckily for him, Y/N was quite intuitive and picked up on what the weird spirit thing was doing.
“Oh, you’re gonna write something for me then…” She giggled happily, relieved that this random spirit didn’t seem evil or want to kill her. Dean couldn’t help but grin happily as she giggled. “That giggle is so fucking adorable, just likeher…” He thought to himself thankfully. Y/N then proceeded to lay out some paper and opened up the lid to one of her felt pens, sat back and waited for something to happen. Dean looked at the pen in concentration, focusing on moving it carefully across the page to write out a sentence or two to the love of his life. Y/N’s eyes widened to the size of golf balls when one of her pens began to levitate out of thin air, rubbing her eyes to assure herself that what she was seeing was real. It had only just dawned to her that communicating with spirits was not an ordinary thing for a girl like her to be doing but still, she embraced the situation nonetheless. She waited patiently for the pen to be placed back down before she leaned forward to read what was written in what she personally thought was scruffy handwriting.
Dean looked at her anxiously when she read aloud what he had said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, my name is Dean, nice to meet you.“ “Oh, well… Hello Dean, I’m Y/N! What brings you here of all places? I mean, it’s not every day I get a ghost scaring me in the middle of the night.” She responded chirpily, forgetting about the storm that had kept her awake in the first place and focusing on the ghost that she admittedly thought was hot from what she saw.
Dean couldn’t help but smile softly as her response, bringing his attention to the pencil once more. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you :) It’s hard to explain doll…You wouldn’t believe me if I told you why I’m here…” Dean wrote down cautiously, afraid that he would scare her if he leapt straight in with explaining the whole soulmate situation. Y/N couldn’t help but blush profusely as Dean complimented her but was intrigued by what that last bit meant.
“Dean come on, if I can believe that I’m talking to you, a ghost may I add, I’m sure I’ll be able to believe what you have to say,” she replied a little sassily, rolling her eyes playfully, causing Dean to chuckle and shake his head in amusement and went to work on a careful response.
“I’m here for a reason doll, you see, we both know I’m dead. But… I’m kinda like your guardian angel, here to watch over you. If I were alive, I would be with you. You’re… my soulmate Y/N.” Dean was feeling extremely edgy as to how she’d respond, she had simply read it and stayed quiet for longer than he’d liked… “C’mon Y/N, say something darlin’…” He spoke out quietly, hoping she’d somehow pick up that he was scared.
It was then, that she responded. “I uh, wow… Y/N whispered in disbelief. S-Soulmate huh? Well you got a pretty bad pick huh…” She tried to joke around and lighten the mood, chuckling nervously. Dean simply gazed at her, puzzled. “Bad pick? She thinks lowly of herself…?” He thought to himself, a little angered that she’d think that. He instantly brought the pen to paper again to reply determinedly.
“Sweetheart, no. You’re probably the best pick I could’ve asked for, I mean look at you, you’re so gorgeous…” Dean admitted sheepishly, not that she’d know that…
Y/N blushed yet again, Dean’s kind words having been something she was not exactly used to. All of her life she was subjected to some form of abuse, not physical as such, more verbal and emotional so for someone to genuinely say something nice to her, it touched her more than normal. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me… She responded with just a touch of a voice crack. Dean looked at her with a look of sympathy, being able to relate to her on so many levels.
Snapping out of it, Dean began to respond once more. That was how that stormy October night went. Y/N didn’t regret the fact that she had gotten no sleep, or that she had used a lot of paper to talk to Dean or even that a lot of her pens were used up. She most certainly didn’t regret talking to Dean. Ghost or not, he was the biggest sweetheart that she had ever met and she definitely planned on keeping him in her life.
And Dean? He was just pleased that Y/N knew he was there, that she was aware of everything going on and that she had accepted him. ———————————————————————————————————–
Many months had passed by and the bond between Dean and Y/N grew stronger. They knew each other inside out by the time it had reached spring time, even if their only form of communication was by the pen and paper method that they had initially tried out. Y/N had learned many interesting things about Dean before he died, he was a wrestler in the independent circuit, wanting to get into the big leagues of WWE which he sadly couldn’t accomplish before he died. She learned about his rough past growing up in Cincinnati and how he overcame everything he did. She even learned the stupid things, like how he once screwed a girl in a bear suit, which undeniably, amused her more than it should have. Most importantly, she figured out what he properly looked like.
Google sure as hell was a saviour for her, Dean had showed her pictures of him from his days as ‘Jon Moxley’ and she sure as hell thought he was sexy, though she never explicitly told him that.
She felt at ease with his presence but still never felt 100% complete. She knew what she had to do in order to properly be with Dean, and she willing to do it within a heartbeat.
Dean however, was reluctant on letting her do anything. Though she was his soulmate and he knew he loved her more than he loved anything else, he didn’t want her to make any decisions that she would regret. He wanted Y/N to live her life to the fullest, experience all of the things that he could not, and embrace all of the things that she could feel, whilst she was alive. The last thing he wanted was her to act on his behalf rather than her own, it would eat him alive if she did something stupid and then regretted it for the rest of eternity, especially if he were to be the blame of it all. It irked Y/N that Dean was against her idea but she also understood why he felt the way he did and no matter how much she tried to reassure him that she 100% do what she wanted to do, he always countered it by guilt tripping her, much to her dismay.
That was why she requested that Dean let her do her own thing for one night, lying by saying that she was going to have a ‘Girl’s night’ with some of her friends when in reality, she was going to go ahead with her ‘plan’. Though reluctant, Dean agreed to leave her be, not wanting to interfere with her plans with the girls.
He instead, decided to take a journey to the home he grew up in that night, walking slowly to the small house that so many memories, more bad than good, were made in. His eyes were glazed over, tears threatening to spill at the thought of everything that had happened in this place. He walked through the walls and into his room, looking at everything passively. His walls were still the same. Covered in posters of wrestlers he had looked up to, Dean’s lips curled into a small smile, admiring the different people, reminding him of why he wrestled in the time that he was alive. It got him thinking back to his CZW days as ‘Jon Moxley’, thinking to the point where has unconsciously sat on the bed and got lost in his thoughts… ———————————————————————————————————-
Meanwhile, Y/N was preparing for what would be, the most important moment in her life. On her table, lined up one by one, were pills, it didn’t matter to her what pills they were, it just mattered that they were there. She sat down opposite the pills, just staring at them. Never had she thought that she’d be doing something as drastic as this for love. But then again, never had she thought that she’d fall madly in love with a ghost either. She wasn’t going to do this for him, even if he thought that, she was doing it for them. She wanted to see Dean now, she wanted Dean to embrace her like she knew he wanted, hell she wanted to embrace him too. She most definitely wanted to do this but before she could, she had to write out a note for Dean, in case he came back suddenly and she wasn’t there. With a sigh, she began to write out her short note to Dean.
To the Love of My Life, Dean,
You’re totally gonna be mad when you’ve found out what I’ve done but what you have to realise is that I did this for US, not for you. After all these months, just talking to you has made me realise that I NEED you in my life. My life doesn’t necessarily account for me physically being ALIVE, my life accounts for what counts and for what matters. And you know what? YOU matter to me most, YOU’RE the only reason I get by these days and YOU are the love of my fucking life Dean. I want to be able to live my life to the fullest with you, and if that means that I have to be dead to accomplish that then so be it. You complete me Dean, without you, I am nothing. This is why I’m doing this. I hope to see you soon, ACTUALLY see you. I swear I’ll cry when I do, but yeah, until we see each other again baby…
- Y/N xo
“Okay… This is it, you can do it…” Y/N whispered to herself reassuringly. Slowly, she reached out for the first pill and her glass of water and quickly knocked it down. After the first pill, she grew more confidence and before she knew it, she had consumed all of the pills. Soon after, she started to feel the effects of it, eyes growing heavy, head spinning, the nausea surfacing, it became too much. She hit the ground with a thud and started to see the darkness beginning to consume her vision.
It was all okay now… ———————————————————————————————————–
Dean had an uneasy feeling after a while, he just felt as if something was wrong with Y/N and no matter how much he tried to reassure himself, he just HAD to check on her to make sure he was okay. He quickly left his childhood home and rushed back to Y/N’s place, practically running to her room in her small apartment. The sight in front of him alone brought tears to his eyes and he felt sick to his stomach. There she was, the love of his life, face first on her bedroom floor, looking lifeless. “Oh, god oh god oh god!” He thought to himself in a panic. He rushed over to her and tried to shake her, growing more frustrated with himself when his hands went through her, he fucking forgot that he was a ghost.
“Y/N! Y/N!!!!” He shouted helplessly, voice cracking and tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He looked around frantically for her before noticing a little note with her handwriting on it perched on her desk. He wiped his eyes furiously before snatching up the note and reading it. His eyes softened greatly and he took in everything that was written with great consideration.
Slowly, he sat on her bed, taking in her scent that he had grown fond of over the months and buried his hands into his face, sobbing helplessly. “Will I ever see her again? What happens if she never finds me? She loves me? Fuck I love her too, more than she knows and now I have no fucking clue where she is!” Dean thought to himself anxiously.
Minutes, which had felt like hours to Dean, has passed before he thought he had heard something in between his sobbing. He looked up reluctantly, wanting nothing more than to just cry his pain away, stunned to see what he did. Y/N. Y/N was stood by the door of her room, smiling at Dean so widely, he was sure her face would split in half.
“Y-Y/N? Is that really you?” Dean asked in disbelief, still a little dazed as he was convinced that he’d never see her again. “Dean, oh my god, Dean! I can see you, and hear you!” Y/N exclaimed happily, rushing over and tackling Dean into a hug on the bed. Dean let a happy but broken laugh escape from his lips as she did so, hugging her back tighter than ever.
“Y/N, it’s really you.” He whispered back in disbelief. “N-Never scare me like that again, okay?!” Dean demands firmly, hating that he looked weak in front of Y/N. “I’m sorry Dean, I really am but I HAD to do this, I NEEDED to be with you. And my god, I fucking am. You know, you’re so much hotter than your pictures, they really did no justice and and oh my god, boy am I hap-mmmph”! Y/N began to ramble, more excited than ever to actually be with Dean. Though it amused Dean, he couldn’t help but fondly stare at her lips whilst she spoke, not being able to resist the urge to kiss her and so he did just that.
They kissed for, what seemed like a lifetime but what actually was, a minute or so. Dean pulled away, resting his forehead onto Y/N’s softly, staring into her eyes lovingly.
He had his soulmate in his arms and he knew, that everything would be okay.
Days have passed and i still haven’t got a text from Jim. I get it, he has a life. So do i, but i thought we had fun? I decided to just wait and let him text me. I was at work. My friends wanted to have dinner with me and of course i couldn’t say no.
I’ve had dinner, i felt sick. I was laying on the couch and i sighed. I was watching tv and i realized still didn’t received any text from Jim. So i decided to text him.
“Hey, are you dead? x Y/N”
I continued watching tv until i heard my phone buzzing.
“Sorry. Extremely busy. JM”
“Busy with what? You should come over again, i had fun. Y/N”
I got no answer. I watched tv, showered and brushed my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror. Ugh, why am i so unattractive. I looked at my hair, its so long. I need to get a haircut again. I walked out of the bathroom and looked in my closet. I pulled out some nightwear and walked to the kitchen to get some water. I closed the fridge and just when i was about to walk to bed i heard someone knocking on the door. I got scared. Who could it be? Its 11pm. I walked towards the door and took a deep breath. Lets hope its not a serial killer.
“Hey, so what are we gonna do tonight.” Jim said while forcing himself inside and hanging up his jacket. I guess you could say i was surprised.
“Jim, i was just about to go to bed. You could’ve just texted me first?” I scratched the back of my neck and waited for a reaction.
“Yeah no, i was busy so i couldn’t text. Lets watch Netflix, have you seen that movie yet, the one with-”
“Jim,” I interrupted. “I really want to sleep so if you don’t mind..”
“Yes of course!! i’ll stay over.” He said full of excitement. I was trying to explain that i was already tired and wanted him to leave but it didn’t work. Jim was laying on my bed and he logged into Netflix. I was very tired so i decided i’d just sleep. Next to Jim. Next to my Neighbor. Next to a men a only have known for 3 weeks. Should i trust him. I still didn’t know.
It was 3am. I woke up of the sound that came from the bathroom. It was Jim, was he still here? Like i said, i was curious, so when i heard his phone buzzing next to me i had to look. I mean, i know almost nothing about him so looking into his phone is okay? I think?
“Hey, Sherlock didn’t made me leave work till 01:30am. Should i come to your house? Or are you already asleep? x Molly”
“Sherlock still has no idea, the game you wanted to play with him is not gonna work Jim. He is too boring. Come to my house, we should discuss plans on how to get rid of him. He needs to die. S”
I couldn’t believe what i was reading. I stopped laying down and sat straight into bed. Who is this man? And why is he at my house when he definitely has a girlfriend? My hands started shaking. Should i call the police? Yes. But if i’d do that, he’d never explain it to me. I heard the toilet flushing. I stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
“Y/N! Watch out!” You hear someone yell. Before you could even register what was going on, you were being held by Pietro, your best friend, and was set down. It seems like you were still in the forest where the fight was taking place, but you were some distance away.
“Piet! What the hell! Get me back there, you guys need help.”
“No, you almost got shot.”
“Yeah! That’ll happen when we’re on missions!” You tried to walk past him, but he stopped.
“Y/N, please.” He was giving you that puppy dog look that you hated oh so much.
“Ugh. Fine!” You throw your hands up to surrender, “I’ll just wait here.” Pietro winks at you and then speeds away. Damn him. Damn yourself for loving him.