leaving is a fantasy reserved for the two of them to apprehend, to covet oh so dearly within their hearts. everything makes their inclination for liberty and to be set free furthermore vehement as it scalds within their thoraxes anew each and every time they ought be forced into such adversity, into such we. and how can they put it to a cease when everything around them is so awful and unjust – when solely rapaciousness and ravenousness to power and reverence are the notions which deserve respect in their house? yujin cannot endure this for any moment longer, no when his sister’s wounded each and every time as he fails to protect her.
❛ fuck the coven. ❜ had their father heard this type of peroration, he would have slapped some sense into yujin’s mind. albeit, there is no sense to indoctrinate into the boy no longer – the twins in which the twins grew in they no longer can accommodate as their hearts grew indifferent for the interminable pursue of potency and rancor. they need equality, they require repose. the two of them, although with quite different intentions to their future, cannot endure a second longer in a household where solely odiousness and selfishness are the core values.
reluctance which is offered to him is something which he can fully comprehend and yet it riles him up with such vexation… ❛ yejin… ❜ soft is the tone off voice as warmth and solicitude can be hearkened through his words – he means not to discourage her from the plans, schemes they’ve always discussed as kids. no longer can they remain in a house where their wings are clipped so that they have zilch acquiescence to soar and fly. ❛ these two fuckers hurt us so much… hurt you so much– and i won’t let it continue, ❜ he is already crouched down by her feet, holding both of her hands together in his own and squeezing them tightly, as if that might be able to convince her. ❛ when we move to college, you bet your ass they’ll find ways to follow us and watch every little step we take – we can never be free, yejin. we’re like puppets to them and i… i don’t want dad to hurt you anymore. he can’t. i’ll kill him. ❜ an exhale heaves out of his lips, a deep furrow contours his facade. ❛ i failed at the one thing i promised to do and that was to protect you. whatever mom and dad will do from now on, i’ll stand in front of you. i promise. ❜
❛ yujin , you know it is not that easy . ❜ if it was only that easy to pick their things up and leave , never step foot in this household . if it was easy for her to give up the dream she longs to switch old views and take over yujin’s place so her brother lives a normal life like he wished for . they would never be able to breathe , no matter how much she wished for it to be truth ; their parents would not let the twins be . their desires were of no importance in the plans of their parent’s grand scheme . ❛ us leaving here , wouldn’t be a life , yujin . you’re not prepared and neither am i to leave constant in fear of the coven and the dark lord . ❜ instead , she sighs deeply as she feels her brother’s hands on hers . her twin was often her comfort even when her heart bleed like now . there was no staying mad at yujin , not when they were both the same people ; just in two bodies .
she wonders what father would do if he had heard the prized son speak some way and as a reaction ; her hands leave her brothers in order to cover his mouth as her eyes darted towards the door of his room . ❛ the walls have ears , yujin . we need to be realistic here . ❜ forget the coven , it was the ears the walls had . their dead relatives that were in line with their parent’s plans for the twins . yejin sighs deeply at her twin as she removes her hand from his mouth , pastel locks shaking at the other’s words . ❛ college will be different . it will be , we’ll have choices to come home or not . we’ll be more free there than here , yuyu . we can’t be rash . just a few more months . ❜ and then summer would come , followed by the fall and the beginning of a new school . out of home , too much of their parents dismay and they had yet to tell them . ❛ they don’t know we plan to live on campus . ❜ she whispers to him as she gives him a soft squeeze upon his shoulder . how many times had she heard that promise and as much as she loved her brother ; his heart was in the right place but his words would not be granted to it’s full promise .
yejin had long come to terms that even if yujin was behind her, supporting her and protecting her ; there was only so much her brother could do for her . it was with her own claws that she needed to figure things out . ❛ just , when we go downstairs don’t lose your cool . mother will call us for dinner soon and just ease your temper . ❜ she utters to him — him causing a scene would only make things worse for them as much as she knew that he had every right too , their parents would not be so lenient and father would not be so kind as he was before to yujin . ❛ what good is there if we are both getting our asses kicked by them . ❜
dude as IF harry would say he wishes albus wasn’t his son. as IF harry would even let albus wish harry wasn’t his dad. harry grew up without love or affection, he grew up not wanted at all, and I’m just supposed to believe that he wouldn’t shower his children with all of that and more? harry is such a wonderful dad and even if his fame is annoying and he can be overbearing at times, his children know he loves them and they would never wish somebody else was their dad. I will never stop being angry over harry saying that to albus.
‘Love’ was this word in your brain kind of synonymous with ‘mutually assured destruction’. It was the excuse your mother gave for why you were meant to fall asleep to the sound of her screaming and crying most nights, the thuds and breaking glass, your suitcase always packed and your mind running escape plans.
Romance isn’t something you ever really felt comfortable with, despite a persistent low-humming loneliness and a soppy heart. You felt like there was theoretically someone out there, but they seemed like they’d have to be such a weirdly specific bundle of things - and even if you found them you’d started to hate yourself so much you couldn’t imagine them ever reciprocating. You stop even considering it, I guess. Years ago.
Then.. You meet this person. And you get this weird pull in your gut, like the video game UI signalling to the player they’re on the right path. But your brain is on edge and your life is in pieces and you misread their sincerity as everything /but/ that, and it almost takes too long to see who they really are. You have to salvage your friendship from the mess that unfolded. But things work out. Better than that, even. Maybe the bad stuff even ended up bringing you closer together. Life is weird.
You decide to get on a plane for the first time, fly halfway around the world. Everything feels strange and kind of magic (but goofy and awkward and human) and you feel alive for the first time in years. So you get to have your first kiss at 26, with someone who understands. And you fall asleep night after night all limbs tangled, their face gently illuminated by the yellow glow of their Super Mario lamp, and feel this completely different type of happiness and awe at someone else’s existence.
I know, life doesn’t have happy endings. Two people don’t meet and fall in love and.. that’s that, that’s the whole thing sorted, everything will be grand and good forever. There’ll be bills and crappy dayjobs and all the costs of travel and paperwork and health issues and family stuff and countless other things that might go wrong, and things we both already deal with, and not to mention the world is a mess right now, too. But knowing this amazing person would be by your side through all of that makes it feel worthwhile, gives it direction and purpose and warmth like there wasn’t before.
And my brain still wants to catastrophize – what if? All these ways caring about someone might hurt. All these ways I’ve seen other people get hurt. But when someone makes your life so much richer and calmer with their presence, and inspires you to want to try harder and be better and kinder, because you see how hard they work and how much of their heart they put into their creative work and their relationships? When someone gives you those moments where you can’t help but grin like a huge dork just at the sight of their beautiful face? Those worries melt away. There’s no other choice.
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To echo something @destiny-smasher said: this all happened because we played this little French video game with these two characters we fell in love with and related with, and a dissatisfying ending that kept us creating fan content afterwards. That story pushed me to realise you can’t live your life worrying about the future, trying to second guess what might go wrong, being too scared to embrace the present. That story, and it’s fandom, got me through one of the lowest points of my life. That story brought me and @destiny-smashertogether. I don’t think there’s a way to sufficiently say thank you for that. To dontnod. To any of you.
Summary: After spending the summer in Lawrence for a so called “change of scenery”. Y/N has found herself in a healthy, loving relationship with Dean Winchester. Her rocky relationship with her father, Bobby Singer has just started to blossom. But leaving one life and starting to build another isn’t as easy as it seems. Everyone has a past and secrets they don’t want others to know. One chapter ends. Another begins.
A/N: Here is Part 1. I hope y’all will enjoy this sequel series that over 400 of you voted for! I think it’s safe to say I’m a little nervous about this. Feedback is greatly appreciate and what will keep this series going!
A layer of sweat covered your body as you twitched in the sheets that rested over you. Your eyes flew open as a panicked feeling took over your body. Your heart was pounding in your chest, you felt shaky and like every nerve in your body was on edge. The room was dark and you took in a deep breath trying to get yourself under control when you realized where you were. You were home. Dean was sleeping right next to you. You were safe, you repeated to yourself. Dean wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. Dean wasn’t going to let Gordon hurt you if he had anything to say about it.
You slipped out of the bed, your feet touching the carpet floor as you patted your way out of the bedroom. You didn’t want to bother Dean in the middle of the night, not about this. He just got you back after all. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a week and you didn’t want to ruin another for him. You didn’t want him to worry about you, not more than he already was.
i know this has been out a while already but since life has calmed down for a couple seconds i’d like to come back and say i absolutely looooveeedd summer fling & im super excited to see where more than a fling will go!!! everybody go read this & send @supernatural-jackles lots & lots of love !!!!!!
