#yea ok i drew him as an angel AGAIN

[ashitpos-t]

midnight

[mizunetzu]

I recommend you read this right after the first part. Enjoy <3

Tag: @inlittleways

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Shinsou x reader - Love Trigger (pt. 2)

⚠️warnings - sad shinsou :(

Pronouns - male, he/him

you can find the first part here!

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“You’re in love.”

It made perfect sense. Even if he denied it then, he couldn’t deny it now. He couldn’t decide if he fell in love with the lovey-dovey illusions of the (h/c) haired boy plaguing his mind, or if he wanted him even before that. Even so, one fact was abundantly clear.

He was so desperately in love with (L/n) (Y/n) and he made the biggest mistake of letting him slip through his fingers. It was like tasting the sweet fruit of affection, just to have it ripped away for your stupid actions.

Aizawa coughed into his elbow, trying to get Shinsous attention. He was staring devastatingly at the ground for far too long now, and he wanted to get back on his lunch break. Shinsou slowly raised his eyes, his legs following and bringing himself up to his feet.

“I...gotta go do something. Thanks.” He stumbled out of the faulty room, leaving two confused teachers and a very tired homeless looking man.

Once Shinsou closed the door to the teachers office, he started sprinting. He heard the distant shouts of the uptight blue haired boy from class 1-A, and even passed by his very confused friend. They all sounded like gibberish to him.

He stopped infront of the doors to the 1-H classroom. He didn’t know much about Hatsukoi, but he knew that she ate lunch in her class with her classmates every lunch.

He slammed open the door, startling the 3 girls, as he stomped his way over to the girl in question. She had her feet propped up in the table, and was twirling around a heart shaped cookie in her fingers.

“Deactivate your quirk.”

No response. Hatsukoi wouldn’t talk to him anymore, he figured she knew he was going to brainwash her into deactivating. Hatsukoi took a bite out of her cookie.

Her cockiness was starting to really piss him off. He was tired of have such sweet, vivid hallucinations of (y/n), just to be brought back to the fact he ruined something potentially beautiful. He slammed his fists on the table, making the two girls beside her yelp in suprise.

“DEACTIVATE YOUR FUCKING QUIRK! STOP GIVING ME GAY ASS DREAMS ABOUT (L/N)! I’M SO SICK OF IT!”

Hatsukoi stifled a snicker, and scribbled something on a sturdy napkin. She drew a tiny heart on the corner, then held it up with her bright pink nails. Shinsous heart stopped.

‘I never said I could specify what or who you dream about. Nor what emotion you feel. You did that all by yourself. <3’

Shinsous mouth went slack, ears reddening in embarrassment. Her two friends started giggling at his expression, while Hatsukoi held her signature, bad bitch grin. She flipped the napkin on its backside, and scribbled something else on it.

Shinsous throat closed up.

‘He sits on the rooftop at lunch now. On the third bench on the 2nd wing. Good luck xoxo <3’

He took the napkin, shoved it quickly down his pocket, and bolted out of the classroom. He heard Hatsukoi yell out a “bye bye~!”. He could’ve brainwashed her then, but he had to get his priorities straight.

He dashed up the stairs leading up to the rooftop. Even if (y/n) didn’t love him back, he just needed him in his life. It didn’t matter. He just wanted him to be by his side a little longer.

His legs stopped him in front of the rooftops door. He drew his hand to reach for the doorknob, but that froze aswell. He grit his teeth, yelling at himself to fucking move, but his body remained in place.

His legs felt like jelly. His body was covered in a cold sweat, and butterflies emerged from his stomach. He was nervous. Right on the other side of this door was the very boy he’d been having such intimate hallucinations about. He hopes it won’t get in the way of apolo-

The door swung open before he could react. A figure bumped into him, stumbling back and holding his head with a frown.

It was (Y/n). Oh god, it was so nice to see him up close. Even his frown looked angelic, and his hands looked so soft. The one thing that irked Shinsou though, was that the bento he was clutching was wrapped in a white cloth, instead of his usual, purple one. It was like him telling him that he didn’t need him anymore. It hurt way more that it should’ve.

(Y/n) broke into a cold sweat, and waved awkwardly. “I-hey...Shinsou...”

His voice dripped with honey. Without thinking, Shinsou grabbed onto (Y/n’s) arm and yanked him into the rooftop. All sense of rationality flew out the window.

‘People and their stupid emotions is what makes them idiots.’

Shouts of protest emitted from the (H/c) haired male, but Shinsou kept dragging him. Hell, even him shouting at him sounded heavenly.

‘They think with their feet instead of their head.’

“Shinsou-stop!” Shinsou ignored him, and cornered him onto a wall. He pressed his hand onto the smooth surface, using his other hand to hold one of (Y/n’s) wrists. His skin was so warm.

‘Sure I appreciate people who think I’m attractive. If it feels good, that’s ok. That’s all.’

(Y/n) squirmed and wriggled under Shinsous grasp, yelling at him to stop and using his white-cloth bento box to try and push him away.

‘Instead they cry and cling onto me, it’s seriously annoying.’

Shinsou scowled and ripped the lunchbox away from (y/n’s) free hand. He unwrapped the ugly white cloth, and ripped it to shreds, tossing aside the bare lunch box.

“Hey! Why’d you do that! S-stop it!” (Y/n) pushed at Shinsous chest, grasping at his tie.

‘I can’t understand that sensibility.’

“...why are you stopping me?”

Both his and (y/n’s) movements stopped. It was like pressing pause on a YouTube video. Shinsou had a look of desperation, one that made even (Y/n) feel bad.

Shinsous eyes watered involuntarily. “You..you would always complain when I wasn’t with you, so why is it any different now?!”

(Y/n’s) eyes softened. Shinsou was quiet for a moment, (y/n’s) pitiful gaze suddenly becoming too much to bear. He grasped the fabric of his grey blazer and pushed him up against the wall.

“Stop looking at me like that! S-say something! What do you want me to do? Aren’t we friends?!”

The purple haired boys voice cracked with every other word, tears falling freely down his hot cheeks. (Y/n’s) eyes widened, but he continued to stay silent.

“...I’m not leaving.” Shinsous voice was barely above a whisper, as if any louder he’d break down crying. “Y-You’re the one who can’t befriend people correctly.”

Shinsou cast his head down, tears flinging and cascading in the air. He gripped (y/n’s) blazer tighter. “Y-you’re...you’re the one who clings to me and sticks to me like glue...”

Shinsou brought his head up, suddenly pulling (y/n’s) blazer towards him in the process.

“SO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!”

Shinsou brought the boy into a hug, clutching onto (y/n) like a lifeline. (Y/n) placed a hand on Shinsous shoulder. “Shinsou...”

“I’m not leaving.” Shinsou squeezed him tighter, furrowing his brows together. “I’m never gonna. Even if you grow uninterested in me, ev-even if you hate me, I’m not leaving!”

Shinsous voice was raspy with tears. “So don’t hate me...please I-I can’t...”

A hand placed itself on the crying boys waist, followed by two arms wrapping themselves snug against his waist.

“...why do you say ‘hate?’, Hitoshi-kun?”

Shinsou looked up. He called him by his first name for the first time in a while. He broke the hug, choosing instead to rest his hands on (y/n’s) shoulders. He tentatively wiped his face with his sleeve. ”You...you started ignoring me and avoiding m-“

“That’s not it!” (Y/n) looked worried, grasping Shinsous hands and squeezing them tightly. “At first, i was going to give you a day before I’d ‘bother’ you again so you wouldn’t hate me, but then I caught a really bad cold!” Shinsous eyebrows unfurled, his expression changing from despair to realization.

“Hitoshi-kun is...very precious to me a-and I didn’t want you to get sick! I’m sorry for avoiding you...please don’t cry...”

“...god, if you were sick you should stayed home...idiot...” (Y/n) brought a hand to his cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had freshly rolled down the males face. Shinsou cupped his hand, nuzzling into the warmth with his face. “I’m sorry, Hitoshi-kun.”

“Don’t apologize, please it’s-it’s my fault...I’m sorry, I won’t say stupid stuff like that again...”

(Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, when Shinsous eyes blared pink once more. However, this time, his eyes didn’t conjure up a fuzzy illusion of (y/n).

Instead, his mouth began to move on its own.

“I love you.”

The pink faded back into its normal purple color, as the two boy stood there in silence. Shinsou slapped a hand over his mouth, all the color draining from his face. If this was what ruined their friendship after he just got it back...

“I...”

“You don’t need to say anything, I said it on accident I’m so-“

(Y/n) buried himself into Shinsous shoulder. He brought his head up to Shinsous ear, and whispered with a smile,

“I love you too.”

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The lunch bell rang, cutting off the teacher and sending a chill down Shinsous spine.

He was in the middle of packing up when his friend stopped by his desk. “Ne, ne, you seem happy today.”

Truth be told, Shinsou was. But his face was harboring it’s neutral frown, so he was honestly confused as to how he could tell. Nonetheless, he sheepishly scratched at the back of his head.

“Well, I have a date today. I’m kinda excited,”

“Hold on a second!” His friend stared animatedly at the boy. “You? Person who rejected about 100 confessions, has a date?”

“Yea. What about it?” He walked up to the trash can and dropped a broken pencil inside, his friend flocking to him.

“Nothing nothing, who is it?!”

“Uh-I’m meeting up with them for lunch, so you can come see if you’d like.”

“Awesome!” They stepped out the door, immediately being swarmed by a boy with messy, (h/c) hair.

“Good afternoon, Hitoshi-kun!” (Y/n) wrapped his arms around Shinsou neck, burrowing his head into the crook of his shoulder. Shinsous friend was about to say something, when a Shinsou dipped down and kissed (y/n) on the forehead.

His friends jaw dropped to the floor. “I-Huh?! WAIT! WAIT! SHINSOU, I DIDN’T KNOW YOUR TASTES RAN IN THAT DIRECTION?!”

“To be honest I didn’t either,” Shinsou lazily wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist, resting his cheek on (y/n’s) head and facing his friend. “Well, see you.”

The two walked away from Shinsous friend, hand in hand. (Y/n’s) face lit up, suddenly turning to Shinsou.

“Oh! By the way,” he reached into his blazer, pulling out a bento box with purple cloth and blue kitty cats. “Do you like it? It’s cute, right?Cute like my super hot handsome boyfriend~”

Shinsou blushed. “Shut up...oh, by the way, why did you have a white cloth on your bento that one time?”

“Ah. My mom said I used this one too much, and she made me wash it and stuff. It was wet before I went to school so I had to use the white one. Which you ripped by the way.”

Sweat formed on the purple haired males brow. “W-wait, so you didn’t like, throw it away because you hated me or something?”

(Y/n) tilted his head to the side. “Why would I hate you? And throw away a perfectly good wrap? It’s just a piece of cloth.”

Shinsou flushed red with embarrassment. He pinched his laughing boyfriends cheeks, mumbling something inaudible. He really overthought it.

But then again, he overthought a lot of things.

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Ahahshshsj

[mugiwara-no-angel143]

Drowning

Kirishima x reader

Warnings: death , that should be all, I’m sorry I missed anything. 

Italics - memories

I'm really nervous about this, it’s been 2 years since I've written anything and I heard “Drowning” - Chris Young and this was done. 

Tags: @aurorahoneybuns

Beep

“Hi this is y/n , leave a message and I’ll get back to you … eeek Elij! I’m trying to do my message … you took too long and I want to cuddle …. beep beep beep ….

Kirishima has you pulled over his shoulder taking you into the bedroom, your phone long forgotten  as  you giggled and wiggled your way down to set your legs around his waist. He pulled you into a passionate kiss.

Kirishima had his phone to ear, tears rolling down his face as he listened to your voice remembering the events that took place that night. He couldn’t believe you kept the message but he loved that you did.

“Kiri baby, I need to go get the ingredients for dinner.”  You called as you got ready to leave.

“Hold up, I’ll come with you.” He was getting ready when his phone chimes indicating a text. He looked at the phone and then as you.

“Duty calls?”

“Yea, they need my help.”  He frowned.

“Mmmm my hero ,” you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, “I’m so proud of you baby.”  And he smiles as you said your goodbyes.

He heard a knock at the door and grunted as he fumbled past the door to head to his bedroom.

He heard the door getting kicked in.

“Oi! I know you heard me knocking. “ Bakugo yelled as he walked into the apartment, he made his way through his friend’s place, as he found him on the floor of his room with pictures of you and him scattered everywhere.

Kirishima was smiling at one of his favorite pictures of the two of you. It was one from high school, lunch with the group as you were laughing at something he said with your nose scrunched up and your beautiful (e/c) eyes closed and he was looking at you and it was as if no one else was there at that moment but you to him.

“She looks so beautiful here, you know this was the day I fell in love with her , her laughter, I knew I wanted to be the one to make her laugh like that for the rest of my life.” His tears fell onto the picture as he wiped his eyes.

Bakugo sat next to his friend and sighed, rubbing his back. “Kiri, this isn’t healthy , we need to get out of here, get you some fresh air.” Bakugo could be a loud mouthed jerk at times but he knew his friend needed him.

“Nah, I ….  I’m just gonna lay down and sleep.” He knew when he closed his eyes you would be there holding him.

“Nope, get up! Do you want me to take you to her? Maybe talking to her will help.” His friend held out his hand and Kiri took it, letting him help him up to his feet.

“ come on”

“Oi shitty hair , so did you do it?”

“No, not yet ,” he said as he took the little velvet box that held a princess cut white gold ring that had a beautiful ruby in the middle of it. He was smiling from ear to ear with his toothy grin. “ Tonight, it’s our 2 year anniversary, she is getting dinner and I have to be here.” He frowned.

“Oi, once we help arrest these jackasses you can leave and i’ll take care of everything else at the agency.”

“You’d really do  that for me? I always knew under that hot tempered persona was a teddy bear.”

“*tsk* don’t make me regret this.” Bakugo chuckled. He could be a jerk to everyone he came across but when it came to his best friend, he owed him alot. “ She’s pretty cool, even for a quirkless extra.”

Kirishima just smiled that big toothy grin at his friend “ She’s not an extra, she’s so manly.”

The car ride seemed to take forever, tree after tree, building after building, it was an endless montage of leaves and roofs. Kirishma sighed and he placed his head against the cool glass of the window. Leaves littered the streets.

“Let’s see, that should be everything i need.” you looked into the cart pointing off items hoping you didn’t forget anything. Once you were satisfied with what you had you went to check out. As you walked outside you heard a loud noise. You dropped your bag of food.

You saw the scene in front of you, people running , screaming and crying. You make out two villains are the cause of the scene: one sticks around and the other leaves to lead the heroes away.   They are powerful. You hear a faint cry.

“Ma-mama … “ the little boy is scared , he’s using his water quirk to try and quiet the flames around him, standing in the middle of the street.

“Well, what do we have here.” One of the monsters smirks at the child and he freezes. He couldn’t move his legs to get away. You weren’t sure if it was from the villain or because he was frightened. You watch as the man stalked up to the child and you couldn’t just not do anything. You ran from your spot in front of the store and covered him in your warm embrace.

“Hi sweetheart.” You coo trying to distract him, to get him to move. You look behind your shoulder and see his face, scars distorting his face. You see him smirk at you.

“Oh! Do I have a hero here hmm? I fuckin hate heroes. “ he spilts as his face transforms to disgust.

“Sweetheart, when I count to three I’m going to need you to run as fast as you can. Ok? Can you do that?”

He looks up at you and nods and you smile. “I have a friend whose name is Kirishima and you know what he’d say? You are so manly for being so brave.” You look again and the man is approaching fast. You take a deep breath when he emits electricity from his hands.

You turn to face the man and say “ don’t look back sweetie. THREE!”

The boy runs as fast as his legs can.

The car stops and Kirishima sighs and brings his hands to his face. “I can’t Bakugo. I don’t want to let her go yet.”

“I know buddy, but I think you need this. Take your time, We can stay right here til you’re ready.”

“Oi! Shitty hair! There’s something going on in the city, some bastards tearing up the place. We gotta go!”

“Wait … y/n’s in the city. Getting groceries! Baku …”

“Let’s go call her on the way, we're not far. “

“Bro she’s not answering!”

The scene in front of them was a disaster. How they were able to do this much damage in a short amount of time was beyond them.

“Do you see anything Kiri?”

“I see one by the store! There!” He points. “Someone else is down there.”

30 minutes pass and Kirishima finally gets out of the car , he take a deep breath in and looks at Bakugou who’s now standing next to him.

“Want me to come with you?” He asks.

“Thank you bro, but i think I need to do this myself.” He gave him a weak smile. His first attempt in 2 weeks.

You turn running to the other side of the street distracting the villain from the boy. He raises his hands and electric ropes fly to you, wrapping around your body and neck, small waves of electricity run through you and your neck begins to close. You gasp for air, he’s slowly stopping the air from filling your lungs.  Heroes that were helping secure civilians realize what had quickly conspired. Running towards you and the villain to try to help.

“Let her go!” You hear a familiar voice and you turn looking at your boyfriend’s face and you mouth an I'm sorry. You go limp in front of him. You boyfriend chased in with no regard to his safety; he knew he needed to get to you. Kirishima heard cracking behind him as he hardened and Bakugo let his explosions go off unhinged seeing the scene in front of him. You. His best friend's girlfriend. No this wasn’t happening right now he thought. He has a ring to give her. And his screams were heard within the vicinity and you fell into your boyfriend's arms.

“Baby, baby. It’s going to be ok. I got you now.” He sees the cut in your stomach. The rope from the man torn into you before wrapping abound you. You bring your hand to his face.

“Baby? Is the boy ok?”

“What boy? Sweetheart? Who?” He’s staring into your eyes and he realizes what you had done.

“Make sure he finds his mom ok.” Kirishima is putting pressure on the cut.

“Someone help! I need medical!l”

“Ei, I’m cold.” You curl further into him. “I love you baby, I’m sorry dinner is going to be late today.”

“Gawd princess, don’t worry about dinner, I’m going to get you out of here and I’ll make dinner when I can get you back home ok?” He can’t see from the blur in his eyes and tear steam his dirt covered face.

“Oi! How is she? I got a recovery girl and the medics are almost here.” He runs up and looks down at the scene in front of him and he knows. Bakugo punches the piece of building that fell next to them and with an explosive punch he yells into heaven , pissed they didn’t get here on time.

Kirishima makes it to your headstone, placing his hand to it and he begins to cry. “Why couldn’t it have been me? Why did you have to be so selfless?” He asks, pulling out the little velvet box, opens it and places it on top of the stone. “Supposed to love you til I died, princess. I miss you everyday, it comes in waves and today baby girl, I’m drowning.” 

He sat on the grass covered earth pulling out a hand drawn picture. “I met someone a couple of days ago. He drew you something.” He smiled at the drawing “he said you talked about me and how you helped him be brave”,  he smiled his big toothy grin that hadn’t graced his face since that day. In the picture there was a rubble lined street and it was you with your arms wrapped around a small child with angel wings attached to your back, written on it “MY HERO”

You didn’t have a quirk, you couldn’t stop the villain, your boyfriend’s manly spirit flowed through you and you distracted one bad guy and made sure he didn’t hurt anyone else.

[danadeservesadrink]

Do You Believe in Fate Chapter 4

So How’d It Go? Read on AO3 here

Angst warning!! This is an important chapter but damn was it hard to write! Tagging @today-in-fic . Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts!

“Dana Scully speaking”

“So how’d it go?”

“You know hello would have been nice Missy”

“Tell me! You can’t just leave the house on Thursday with that dress in your suitcase and expect me to not want details?”

“Did you go through my luggage?”

“I was looking for a top. But who was the guy? Was it David from work? Or Mark from that bar that one time?”

“And why should I tell you?”

“Dana this is the first time you’ve gone out in a year-”

“10 months.”

“Whatever. I just want to know who the lucky guy is.”

“His name is Mulder…”

“Mulder?”

“It’s his last name. He doesn’t like his first.”

“Mysterious. I like it. Go on.”

“He’s living in my old apartment”

“Wow Danes that seriously some rom com shit”

“I know, I know. He’s cute. Tall, far too confident, obviously brilliant…”

“Sounds like you’re already in love”

“But I don’t think it’s going to work out.”

“What, why? It was only the first date what could he have possibly done wrong”

“He works at the FBI. On unexplained cases of the supernatural variety. X files he called them.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t know if I can see him again.”

“Does he know?”

“Did I tell him on our first and probably only date that if he looks hard enough he likely has a file in his office with my name in it? No, he doesn’t know.”

“Do you think he’s doing an undercover investigation on you?”

“Gee thanks Mis, because the only reason a guy would be interested in me would be because he’s on a secret case”

“I’m not saying that! But don’t you think it’s a little weird that the minute you moved out of your old apartment an FBI agent investigating the paranormal moves in to take your place?”

“I don’t know Missy. I don’t know, it's just too much to think about. I’m going to go to bed now.”

“Ok. You’re coming home on Monday right?”

“Yea. I’ll see you then.”

“Goodnight Danes.”

“Night Missy.”

It was her luck that something like this would happen. Hadn’t she already been through enough? She left Stanford with a medical degree and all the freedom in the world, moved to her favorite city, and started saving lives. She made the world a better place, worked her ass off day in and day out to help children, saving God’s little angels, and how does He repay her? By ripping her life into pieces and throwing them into the trash, and then lighting the trash can on fire. So she moves back home, stays with her family. She recovers, she fights to get the life she had back, and she finally develops some sense of normalcy, even getting confident enough to go back out with a guy. And he’s a fucking alien investigator at the FBI. Like she hadn’t dealt with enough G-men already. Now this man who had somehow captivated her mind for the last month was just another threat. And she really was so naive as to believe the world would throw a perfectly good man in her lap.

She certainly hadn’t been looking. When he had first called her all she wanted was for him to leave her alone. She didn’t trust men anymore, and certainly didn’t feel like putting in the effort to court one. But talking to him in her apartment made her feel those butterflies she hadn’t felt in a long time. He just had this air around him, an aura that projected both confidence and a pure wild energy, a mix that intoxicated her every time she drew near him. He grabbed her wrist and she hadn’t worn a bracelet for the next week. She could still feel the phantom grip of his fingers and the electricity that flowed through them, like a newly connected circuit powering up for the first time. He hadn’t left her head since. She tried to call him as soon as she got home the next day, but she had been so caught up with his floppy hair and lopsided smile that she had completely forgotten to save his number from her mother’s phone to hers. So she placed faith in the postal system and hoped he would be charmed by her antics. And it worked. She was going out on a date with a man who made her head spin, one who tried to pretend that he was unphased by probably the tightest dress she owned even though he didn’t close his mouth for a full minute when he first saw her.

The date was perfect until they had talked about jobs. And then he dropped the bomb and she tried to brush off the feeling in the pit of her stomach by making stupid jokes and he laughed but she couldn’t help but dwell.

“UFO’s, cryptids, anything from crop circles to spontaneous human combustion. If the FBI can’t solve it, they toss it in my pile”

Did he know? He couldn’t have. What kind of psychopath brings up the fact that he studies alien abductions to someone like her. And if he really was undercover he wouldn’t want her to know what his real job was would he? He would have lied.

Unless he was toying with her.

Unless this was another experiment on her, another way to keep tabs on her, make sure she didn’t talk, make sure she was doing her very best to forget everything that happened to her.

She got up from the bed abruptly and shut the blinds on the windows. They clacked together and then the room fell into deep silence again.

He didn’t talk about work for the whole rest of the dinner. He talked about baseball, about how he goes for runs in the park she used to walk through after a long day shift. He said “Behold, a man” when the waiter brought out her garlic and herb chicken. Mulder wouldn’t do that to her. Mulder was just a man with a job whose only interest in her life was whether she was free next Friday to go out again. He paid for the cab back to her hotel and opened the door for her to get in. He was a gentleman.

He’s trying to get her to trust him.

And suddenly everything clicked into place and the air left her lungs. She found herself stumbling to the bed, she knocked over the lamp but it was in her way and she just needed to be in bed. Her ears were ringing, she couldn’t hear, everything was going in and out of black.

He’s watching you. He’s with them. He’s trying to silence you. He’s going to follow you, gain your trust and then he’s going to kill you. He knows where you live, he can track you down, they’ve tried to take her before and he will try again. He’s with them, he’s with them, he’s going to kill you, they’re going to kill you.

Everything’s bright and she’s back in that place with needles and tubes in and out of her, and she knows she’s in a hotel in DC but as many times as she tries to wrap the blankets around her and tuck her feet under her she cannot become small enough to escape them. She feels tears hot down the sides of her cheeks and the sounds of drills in her ears and there's no escape. She hears pounding and wailing and hands grip her wrists and they burn, they burn, so she screams. She won’t let them take her again, she won’t.

“Scully, Scully it's me”

She fights it, and it’s him, it’s Mulder and he’s trying to take her, like she thought.

“Let go of me!” She shrieks, flailing about but she’s trapped, he’s got her trapped, in bed sheets tied around her wrists and feet. “Don’t take me!”

He lets go but she’s still trapped, still fighting.

“Scully no one’s going to take you.”

“Yes! Yes they’re going to take me! You’re going to take me!” He touches her hand and it doesn't burn but it makes a lump in her throat and her fist turns flat. He pulls a sheet off of her and she feels exposed.

“Scully look at me.”

She does. She looks through tears at a blurred man in her hotel room. He doesn’t look like a threat. He looks sad.

“How did you get in here.” He steps to the edge of the bed and she pushes herself back towards the headboard, away. He raises both hands and walks to the other side of the bed where he sits.

“You left your wallet in the taxi. He called me because I paid and I picked it up and brought it here. I made it to your room and I wasn’t going to come in but I heard the lamp crash. So I used the spare key in the wallet and let myself in.”

He seemed to be telling the truth, holding up the wallet as evidence. She hadn’t even realized it was gone.She unlocked the door with the key she kept in her purse. She started to take in her surroundings, the lamp crashed to the floor, the bedsheets thrown from the bed. She looked up at him and saw nothing but concern over his face.

Every emotion, shame, embarrassment, anger, sadness, all of it hit her at once and she sobbed.

He reached over to touch her but she shouted “No!”, like a wounded dog. Her voice didn’t sound real. “Please don’t touch me”.

“Do you want me to go?”

“No.”

He watched as tears racked her body, never moving from his spot on the bed. She cried in a ball, hands covering her face, arms and knees tucked to her sides, protecting her from nothing. Then, she laid down, and cried until the tears had to be blinked down the sides of her face while she stared at the ceiling. She felt him get off the bed, and she bolted up, dizzying herself, but he nodded and only walked over to the minifridge to pull out a bottle of water. She sat up and he resumed his position at the end of the bed.

“Drink some water. Can you breathe again?”

She hated the way he talked to her, like she was a child. But he was right. She accepted the bottle and drank half, gulping down cold water as a welcomed change to the hot sheets.

“Yes. I’m sorry you had to see that. You can go now.”

“Don’t be sorry. I know panic attacks can be bad.”

“I’m ok now. You can go.” The crack in her voice made both of them wince. A different type of silence filled the room.

“You know I am a psychologist, but it doesn’t take an Oxford degree to diagnose PTSD.”

“I said I’m fine. You can go now Mulder.”

“What happened Dana.”

She sat and stared at him, sitting on her bed, asking her to spill her darkest secrets to him. Everything about telling him felt wrong but this is the first time anyone has offered to listen.

“About a year ago, a man broke into my apartment and abducted me. He drugged me and put me in the back of his truck and drove me to a cornfield in Virginia. I remember waking up and seeing the stars and trying to run but I was tied down. And then a bright light came and I-” She choked back another sob, but he shifted closer to her, eyes wide, and nodded for her to continue. “I don’t remember what happened. But my mother found me on her doorstep a month later in a hospital gown and…” her voice cut out. He again moved closer and when she didn’t pull back he slowly raised his hand and put it on her knee. He looked at her as if to ask “is this ok” and she nodded in response.

“I don’t remember anything except seeing my mother’s face again for the first time. She looked so… so terrified of me. Like I had grown another head or something. And then I looked down, and I was holding a baby”. She felt another tear run down her cheek.

“I was holding a baby and I didn’t know whose it was and I almost dropped it. Mom took it from me and my sister came and helped me inside, the whole time they were asking me where I’d been but I didn’t know. I didn’t remember anything. All of these people showed up at our house and asked me over and over again “where were you?” “what happened” and I just kept answering them I don’t know, I don’t know. They said I went on a bender. That I ran away from work and responsibilities, probably with some friends. They said I was pregnant and didn’t know it, and they tried to take the baby for testing but my mother wouldn’t let them. She didn’t believe them, she knew I wouldn’t do that. I don’t remember much of what happened next, but we packed up everything and moved out of my apartment… your apartment. They didn’t even open an investigation on the man that took me.”

“I can.” She had been staring at the lamp on the ground, she hadn’t noticed him staring at her with such intensity it made her shiver.

“You don’t get it. They didn’t open a case on me because there wasn’t enough evidence-”

“They didn’t open a case on you because you were abducted. The FBI has been trying to suppress alien abductions for years and you are just another victim. I could open a case on you, start an investigation, really stick it to them-”

“I am not a case that needs to be solved, Mulder.”

“But I can help you Scully. Do you remember anything from that night, anything at all?”

“Mulder!”

“I don’t understand, why would you not want to know what happened?”

“Because Mulder, because sometimes the weight of what happened is too much to bear. Because while you try to hunt down monsters they terrorize me in my sleep. Because there’s a baby in my house and I don’t know where it came from.” She realized she was yelling at him but she didn’t care. “Because frankly it’s none of your goddamn business what happened to me if I don’t want it to be. The men who you work for threatened to kill me and my family if I tried to find out what happened to me and for all I know you’re one of them.” Her voice was shrill and sharp like broken glass and it cut just where it needed to.  

“I’m sorry.”

She met his eyes again and they were wide and sad.

“I want to help you Scully. I’ll do…” he took a breath, “anything. I’ll do anything to help you.”

“I need you to leave.”

“Ok.”

He got up and she remained on the bed, drained.

“Will I see you again?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ok. Goodbye Scully.”

“Goodbye Mulder.”

[shiro-0197]

Oh bae grrr don't apologize!! I'm just glad your day was alright, and I hope you get some rest tonight!! My day was okay. I was just in front of my laptop since I had classes, and then I finally finished my slides, and had another leo meeting. My brother was a royal pain in the ass the whole day istg, but I'm fine now :) thanks for asking btw!!

Aww but that's so admirable! Gotta love teachers like that, haha. And I totally get that! That one uni I researched is probably the one I've set my eyes on. I've done EXTENSIVE research on it, so I don't want to set my sights on other places. What about you? Do you have any specifics for your future uni?

ikr?? He's just grandpa Kuroo to me istg. He's also an ENTP, and I vibe really well with ENTP's, so haha I think that'll also be cool.

I AGREE SOMUCH. Shōyō is just such a cute smol bean. He'd be the best little spoon, honestly. i agree thoo, they're all amazing characters, and probably would be so fun to hang out with 😭

that's actually pretty great!! I hope the cases come down to double or single digits soon!

oh nice!! And aaah I've heard A LOT about Russian food, it honestly sounds delicious. (I just love hearing people talk about food and culture. I could read/listen to them for hours istg). And aw that's such a cute story. I'm sure they were all really glad you introduced it to them. Confuzzled tho... Y-you don't like cottage cheese? :O

Yes you should be proud!! Today I was ready to kill my brother, then I saw your message(‼️) and I decided I could let him live a little longer, because I was busy reading it.

Ah yes!! Your country's flag colour too!! Tho the blue is such a pretty shade, it's like a teal? So pretty‼️💖💖💖. The Malaysian flag is just like an off-brand US one 😭🤚

and aw I'm glad I'm right! I only know one other person who has white as their favourite colour, and she's the best (Angel). So maybe both the cool people in my life like white xD my favourite colours are pink and yellow :>

Yes, why wouldn't they be? I cherish anything anyone makes for me, and especially you, because you're truly that special. Love you!! Sleep well, sweet dreams :))

—ari (gone back to signing my name with lame ol' Ari because I'm out of ideas. Also. I'm getting territorial over my nickname because at today's leo meeting there was this other guy also named Ari and we DID NOT vibe well grrr)

Hey hey!!! I know I answered like ... 24 hours late which sucks a lot, very sorry :(( I'm hoping your day went good today too!! Tell me about it?

Oh I'm glad you got the work done! Mind showing me a few slides? I'm curious hehe~ Also I'm going to have to detach your brother's ribs for bothering you, my apologies😁

Yeah!! They really make me feel like there is a reason to keep going. Like, at least to make them go "that's my student!!"😭

Well, since I got all the research done for me, I just mostly did research on what its actually like to be a translator, you know? I read through like 24 articles on both languages I know and I think I'm prepared xD I'm gonna look up the unis my teacher suggested soon though, and probably question some of the students because I'm desperate like that😝 Hopefully that'll pay off

Hehe, yea, the way he acts like he has seen life is adorable in a way. That's so cool though, imagine having the luck to have your personality match your favorite character's😭 I really wish I had an extroversion trait in my mbti xD I'd really need that ..

YES also you saying he'd be a little spoon made me want to cuddle him SO BAD I'm JSJDJWJDJ I want to give him a headpat and squish his little cheeks .....

Not gonna lie, I wish I could spend a year with one character each day. How cool would that be? You get a hang out and maybe learn something new. Then live in pain for the rest of your life because they wont be here anymore but that's nothing to worry about

I really hope so too!! Honestly this has been crazy. And the way everyone still refuses to cover up their nose... sometimes I wonder if it's ok to mock people who got COVID, cuz like, it's not always their fault, but when you saw that person without a mask before and now they're in the hospital, it's kinda funny, in a rude way. I'm an asshole, I know, I'm sorry😔

Yes yes, if you ever get the chance to try it, you should!!! I'm really sure you'll love it. You should try adding ketchup and mayo mix as well! It'll do magic

Oh no, I LOVE cottage cheese (mixed with sour cream and sugar..🥰🤤🤤), I just really hate it when its cooked or baked. Like ... that's it, its warm and so much soggier now. What have you done? You ruined it. Congratulations! You've lost my respect. Well, not you of course, anyone who cooks cottage cheese xD it's like water, it sucks when warm.

Awh what !!!!! That makes me so happy??!?!? I bring you that much joy you pass up on murder ?!?? That's a lethal strike ma'am were getting married again

Yeah!!! I also kinda like the symbolism. And the story. Which is an honor for this whole place because I really dont like this country xD dont ask why~ personal reasons. Though it's so much more peaceful than others, so that's also great hehe. The Malaysian flag is kinda funny now that you call it like that😭😭😭 I still think it looks cool though!! I'd call it "Asia's USA" but that would, uh, be more of an insult, considering the state (see what I did there? Haha states... haha) of the country right now😓

Welp, the purest people like the purest colors xD just kidding, we're all probably chaotic~ at least out of everyone I know, everyone with white as their favorite has done something no normal person would do (ex. One of the color-white-lovers I knew tried stealing 7 shopping carts😐 I really didnt believe him until he showed me the photo of the fine he got.) Pink and yellow are such a good combination🥺🥺 they're like peach and sunset and uhh... PB&J, if that counts? Peanut butter is now yellow, deal with it😔 Anyway they're really pretty, together or not !!! what's your favorite hue?

Daww... you're so sweet... I'm melting🥺🥺😭💕💕 just so you know I also created a separate album for the stuff you drew me <3

I hope you sleep well tonight!!! You deserve it after all♡♡♡

Dawwh😭😭 I know what it feels like. Sometimes people with your name embarrass themselves so much, it makes you embarrassing because you have the same name. It's not the situation you're in, but uh ... another example? xD I could change your tag to "Shortcake🍰💕" if you'd like😝

[ofcloudsandstars]

This week was a wild Samhaintide ride. I’ll post more about it in the read more

Here's yet another selection of stories from my witchy life I am ready to dump on you all so get ready lol:

Wednesday night was the party at the occult shop Treadwells where we met a new witch friend who joined us for the Samhain festivities. I have already made a post about it here but her name is Letitia and she is a beautiful sapphic Taurean witch who loves gardening and cooking (duh she's a Taurus) and all the goddesses she worships and bought an incredible pumpkin pie to the ritual.

Halloween

So the day begun with me making candles for the ritual. I bought a skull candle, a candle the shape of a jackolantern and then I made several candles which were three mini pumpkins hollowed and filled with black wax that’s pumpkin and bourbon scented, then four tea light spell candles with black wax and four tea light spell candles with a special wax my sag witchy friend bought for me from Edinburgh from a witchy shop. The wax melt was made with herbs and was called 'thinning the veil'. I’ll elaborate later. I also had to walk to the post office to pick up the ouija board. I had a feeling I'd finally get my hands on it on Halloween. Its a very aesthetic round one and I was excited to use it.

We chose to gather in Queenswood in the north of London. It was already SUPER SPOOKY cause there was a murder nearby so all of the buses were being redirected lol. We gathered all in black with our witch hats and delved deep in the woods. It was so beautiful and the ground was completely coated in gold and red leaves so you couldn't even see the path. We found a clearing in the thick of the woods with an old tree that grew sideways so it made a semi circle. We made a HUGE circle that we drew in the earth with a dead stick and went over with dragonsblood incense and black salt.

We opened the space by lighting the pumpkin candles and begun with centering our energy. There were several parts to the ritual we planned, but first we begun with a 'putting it to rest' spell since autumn is the time to let things go and samhain is about death so it was like officially bringing things to an end. We wrote down what we wanted to end in our lives on a piece of paper (such as not seeing coworkers from a toxic job that someone was leaving or the retrograde made my friend run into her abusive father that she had binded from seeing her for YEARS so she wanted to put that situation to rest) and ignited it in my cauldron. When it burned down to ashes we chose a spot (under a goblin-like tree) outside of the circle to open the earth and bury it in. After we put it in it's grave we all said a few words of departure and said: rest in peace. lol.

In my case I wrote down names of these models that are obsessed with this Italian guy (who is the son of a huge fashion designer) who is in love with my sister. They are obsessed with him for his connections to the fashion world and that he is rich and are jealous of any 'hoes' he's currently into so they posted instagram stories on Halloween with them in witch hats taunting that they were going to curse him and all of his lovers or whatever in cutesy filters and my sister knows I practice witchcraft so she told me. So I binded and banished them and the next day they unfollowed her lol.

Anyway, afterwards we focused on what we should reflect on by pulling tarot cards for mercury retrograde in scorpio that was beginning on that day as it's going to be like two weeks of descending into our own underworlds. After we got a card we lit the black tealight candle as a road opening spell to manifest a helpful path with overcoming our retrograde's lessons.

Then I lit the skull candle and we had a moment to reflect on our ancestors and those that we loved that have been lost that year. We each shared stories then lit the white tea light candles with the wax that was for thinning the veil. When we lit it we thought about our loved ones or ancestors.

Finally we did a dance for thinning the veil. I had flying devil oil that was some fragrance oil I got from a hoodoo shop and we dressed ourselves with it and ran around the circle and chanted in the leaves. We then ate the pumpkin pie the lovely Taurean witch bought also some maple sugar fudge she bought (what a champ), and halloween candy. We used the Ouija board but it was really challenging. We thought maybe it was cause we needed to be less grounded so we put it away and cleaned up the ritual space and headed off.

The Taurean witch was going to head home to cook a feast, my French aries witch friend went to her friends she's staying at to have a party and my Sag witch friend went home to cook a dumb supper for her and her mom. I went back to my place to nap then get ready for the night. I met my Sag friend at a music venue to watch Honeyblood which is SUCH a witchy band. The performance really reminded me of some scooby doo hex girls shit. It was a lot of fun (until some grown ass men with no sense of self awareness took the mosh pit to mean something more of a Jailbreak riot and started throwing their whole 6ft man bodies everywhere despite not everyone being gladiator sized. It was really ridiculous but golden when Honeyblood sang "Glimmer" with lyrics like "she can put a hex on you" thats when this one guy in some sailor outfit shoved his body into us and we BOTH looked at him with such evil at the same time and he like.. stopped.. and like hastily moved to another part of the room..)  If you don't know Honeyblood you should listen to them, they are such a babe witch band.

We then went to a bar nearby to get flaming shots of absinthe as its a personal tradition (also a way to 'cross the veil') and someone took candids of us at the bar! (I added the picture above), for some reason we really caught the attention of everyone though we just were in witch hats like EVERYONE was like: OOO WITCHES and like we even had some lady take pictures of us at the bar? Like ok it was cute I guess. My friend was drunk then so every time someone was like: oo a Witch! She'd holler back YASS BITCH 365 24/7!!!! Like o' dear.

Final part to the night was the house party my Aries witch friend (she's the one who's apartment I almost burned down once when I was making spell candles). It was a place around the corner from mine with a host who was HIGH OFF HER FACE on drugs. There was the counter of alcohol that kept us going all night, we had a lot of mingling with everyone there then when it started to get a little less wild we claimed an empty bedroom and tried the ouija board again since we were definitely less grounded than in the forest. Unfortunately the results were still a bit weak but we got a little bit of consistency with movement. There was some guy there that seemed interested but as time went on it turned out he was more interested in me than the board. I am a touched starved human being and he was playing with my hair and I was drunk so I did not care then after we ended up kissing while my other witchy friends and some new comers were chatting about the dead. My Aries witch friend lives on the other side of the city so she asked if they could stay at mine and I was like yea plus it was like 4AM at this point and this guy was getting very handsy like I just wanted my hair to be played with so I was like ok nice meeting you I gotta go. And He was like oh no please come say one last goodbye. I was too drunk to realize that he was in the bathroom and he closed to door to make out with me and I was like this is nice you do have nice flowy long hair that covers your big shiny forehead that I am now noticing in this bright fluorescent lighting but I gotta go. And he's like: No I wanna take you home I wanted to the moment I saw you. And he WHIPS OUT HIS DICK AND SAYS: this is for you. I am DYING like honestly I found it hilarious, I was so drunk I like forgot that there were other people on the other side of the door so I barge out of the bathroom like: WE ARE GOING HOME and my witchy friends saw his dick and were howling with laughter and that 10 minute walk home they would NOT LET ME BE IN PEACE about it.

Samhain Day

Anyway my friends stay over and in the morning I make tea and a light breakfast since we are hung over and we watch The Worst Witch 1980s Halloween special where we fucking Howl at laughter at everything especially Tim Curry flying around in that Cape. The rest of the day is really quiet since most of it is me sleeping trying to recover from the day before.

At 4 PM I call my relatives to say I love them and stuff cause I felt like my closest relatives on the other side of the veil wanted that. I made a feast for myself which consisted of Mashed sweet potato, a salad of chopped royal gala apples, carrots and beetroots and duck sauteed in maple syrup and bourbon. It may sound sweet but the bourbon balanced it out and duck tastes a bit sweet so it blended well with the maple flavor. After I had sticky toffee pudding for dessert. I made a plate for my ancestors and then got ready for fireworks with my other witchy friend who is the sound healer at Alexandra Palace.

I nearly missed the MASSIVE fire effigy burning cause the commute there was a NIGHTMARE since everything was still being redirected. (Thanks mercury retrograde). The fireworks were incredible though. There were so many it was like being bombarded with fiery psychedelics. My friend still wanted to show off her sexy angel outfit for Halloween so I asked if she wanted to hang out with us tomorrow night to party.

Saturday Night

She came over like at 4 and we got ready. She looked a bit like the angel from the remake of Romeo and Juliette with Leonardo decaprio but in lingerie with a long white lace robe. I dressed as a poltergeist though I don't think it came off that way but I had a sheer black dress on with a skeleton body suit, a glow in the dark wig and pale tulle. I just wanted to be a spooky ghost. We had to sneak into a members club that I work at cause I am NOT allowed to be there and I was terrified of them finding out so it felt like Danger Partying. They had a day of the dead party so I blended in but I felt like some staff that recognized me were like staring at me all night. We still had fun and spoke about our Samhain experiences. My friend is also a medium so she gave me some ouija tips so hopefully that can help me in the future.

Sunday Morning

I went to a workshop in the food forest about fire starting!! It was beautiful and magical and the forest was in full autumn mode. I learned how to chop wood with different axes and carve wood and start fires with either two pieces of wood (which is extremely hard on your own like you better be in the dryest place possible and you better have a bow), and how to start fire with flint/magnesium which is 1000% easier would highly recommend. There's so much magic in nature and so much magic in those workshops. We learned which trees were best for firewood and which were toxic and how to use bark or forage for fire starter materials. I am getting more drawn to fire as an element to work with in magic so I loved learning the techniques and also that you can start fires with the back of a knife (the teacher had a specific wood carving knife that was thick) so its like if you get a specific Athame which is ruled by fire you could also use it to start fires too if you got a fire steel key. (It's a rod of magnesium and you'd strike it with the back of the knife hard and fast and sparks will shoot out like fireworks).

Anyway that was my week so far!! It was so much fun and adventurous I couldn't have asked for a better experience. I have today off so I had a moment to reflect and get myself together for work tomorrow but afterwork I am celebrating Bonfire night with my sag witch friend at Victoria park so I am excited to take part in that!

I hope you all had a great Samhain!

[halfusek]

BATIM SPOILERS AHEAD

SECRET MESSAGES FROM CHAPTERS 1 - 5

With a sort of analysis/shitposting on my side? Yea.

Chapter 1

There is like two walls with these, that’s a lot. Is he... aware from the beginning now? I mean someone’s crossing this and Henry is implied to be leaving these messages so...?

Choose your fighter.

Ok wow harsh.  Haven’t you seen all these cool AUs in his house?

Also can I just point out how... Joey... literally... drew... the Studio...

Oh, my bad.

He drew STUDIOS. Because the damn thing keeps happening over and over again.

Oh fuck if that’s the case then that is clever. I made puns about him drawing the studio before, wish I did something with it before Chapter 5 dropped, that would be hilarious to look back at fvdfjkvnfkj

That’s just depressing. But like... yeah...

Wow Henry you must be a proud mom now

Hey remember when DAGames played Chapter 4 and was interrupting Alice Angel’s monologue by telling her to stop watch him poop

It spells “There never was a choice.” (never underlined)

Those messages are either hilarious or straight up depressing.

It’s... kinda sweet how Henry from the past (pasts) helps his future self (selfs). And encourages.

I’m pretty sure she’s got many hearts in her stock.

STOP WATCHING ME POOP

Henry what the fuck

The falling human made out of the two Ls, the Y and the splatters above it-

Fuck.

GASPS NO WAY

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He is not the creator of the cartoons. He is the creator OF THIS WHOLE FUCKING STUDIO AND EVERYONE IN IT. Like it’s maybe a sort of obvious thought but when you let it sink in... damn

Rest of the chapters under the cut because it’s really long

Chapter 2

ARE THOSE IRL BODIES? YES? NO? SYMBOLS OF THEIR SOULS BEING TRAPPED HERE? WHAT???

Do you remember that? Or only slightly? Oh man. “I should have warned him” thoughts and then you get a pissed off boy in Chapter 5.

COME ON NOW

Ok. How. How did you write anything there. When. The only time he’s aware would be right after Sammy hits him with the dustpan. So is he like fainting and writing it? So he wouldn’t be able to write anything else like SAMMY IS GOING TO KNOCK YOU OUT WITH A FUCKING DUST PAN because yeah he’s passing out so it’s just... OUCH! Also to confirm this he is facing the way he’s facing when he’s on the floor. God that’s both shitposty and depressing. Nice.

Henry don’t be a dick

So you do sing 👀

I wonder how Henry figured out walking backwards to not trigger the Demon here and write this specific message. Also is Joey behind those closed doors because there’s the whistling.

Is he cooking

Chapter 3

Oh, hi.

Excuse me what

Henry is a Jacksepticeye fan confirmed

Joey is a man of ideas... and only ideas.

Which is why he created a studio, an OC based on a person he has a one sided crush on (me) from who he stole and claimed their OC as his, also made that stolen OC a thing and then made both of the OCs fight in an infinite loop in the massive studio which is behind his kitchen.

This both has a literal meaning but is also like a deeper general thought Henry do you want Joey to create a therapist OC you seem to have some problems

Why do these coffins hurt so much

Who are you asking Henry because Alice sure won’t fucking read that And why won’t you just write it with regular ink why you gotta do it like this

Why does he keep this thing secret? Did he make it? Probably since he’s the one leaving the messages Hmm

I fucking wheezed.

But also imagine Alice just giving her speech and Henry writing something on the wall with his finger Unless he doesn’t write that in a literal sense but like... spiritually Huh

THEY HAD DRINKS TOGETHER AND JOEY WAS PAYING FOR THEM AWW

He’s so fucking gay I swear to fucking gods.

Let’s hop on the existential crisis train, choo, choo.

How can you be kind to people who try to murder you

But this. This. Is such a good fucking work/life thought like damn. I love this game for those.

But are those just some thoughts Henry wanted to get out of his head or does it have something to do with the game because I’m kinda getting pacifist/neutral/genocide route vibes from this. But it it’s not the case it’s still pretty neat, we do meet them, we just don’t have the choice to treat them in some way most of the times.

It’s on level 14 and damn you game damn you yet again. I guess it can also be applied to that moment when The Projectionist is reaching out for Henry who is hidden in the Miracle Station? Like we don’t know what to expect of him because he had that small moment of realisation of... something. And he is also one of Henry’s “old friends”.

Is Is Ink Demon killing The Projectionist a symbol of Joey’s jealousness like Norman: *reaching out in curiosity, maybe to help* Joey: >:( my fren

Chapter 4

Thanks. Roll credits. So Chapter 4 is intentionally pointless in the terms of Henry trying to save Boris. THAT’S FUCKING SAD STOP IT

NOT. MY. DOG. YOU. BITCH.

So Henry is catching up. Joey does regret all that shit he did. I wonder how exactly does it tie here, with Bertie. Maybe that theory I had about Bendy Land being Hell for Bendy? :0c I don’t really think so but that’s a thought.

I’m losing my shit.

Okay that seems like another woke thought.

Henry can’t change not being able to save Boris.

Joey can’t change all of his mistakes. But Joey is the one making it happen over and over again so it might be slightly pointed at him?

Like, pal. Stop dwelling on your mistakes. Move on. Let me the fuck out.

This game is really heavy with this problem:

Move towards your goal, hope, believe, dream, don’t give up. Well actually do if it’s like super hard.

????? This is such a deep uuhhh analysis of this like one of most basics functions of how we people fucking work and live, what keeps us going. Holy shit I am IN LOVE with that.

But oof yeah Henry was and IS the one good at pushing Joey to do the right thing. Man...

Instead of trying to cheer you up lemme just write this message you can’t read real quick.

THAT WHOLE FUCKING THING WAS POINTLESS AND I’M LOWKEY MAD

;_; holy lord sweet baby jesus

Can Henry like be fine fun concept Meatly please

I suggest giving this a read if you as I weren’t familiar with that expression https://quoteinvestigator.com/2014/09/23/heels/

Of course it’s a pun on “Time heals all wounds” expression. The word “heels” there refers to contemptible people. Earliest citation: 1934 and it got more popular around that time till something around the 50s-60s according to that website at least. Neat.

That is interesting. I guess we can associate the door with Joey as well since Henry warns himself not to go through them? And the Demon drags Projectionist’s corpse through them. Sorta against his will, heeeeeeh.

They look like they could be interactive but I dunno :0c

Oh, yeah. That two-faced motherfucker. That’s my bitch.

HE GAVE THEM FUCKING NAMES

Chapter 5

I feel like it was kinda exaggerated. Henry they like saved your life twice or so, how salty can you be

OKAY LET ME TELL YOU ONE FUCKING THING

AT FIRST WHILE PLAYING I THOUGHT JOEY WROTE THOSE BECAUSE

I mean why the fuck would they drop this star outta nowhere AND HE IS EXTRA LIKE THIS

But then again there’s this “Don’t go through the door”

Unless Joey did contact him through this as well? But I’m assuming it only because of the stars vfnjksd Idk I like when symbols actualy uhhh symbolise something

ALSO YOU KNOW WHAT’S INTERESTING

This is pointing at ANOTHER way. Without the boat. Possibly the Valued Employee (take the long walk) achievement?

I would check it right fucking now but my saves are fucked and I would have to replay everything again and I’m just too tired hhhh

Also Valued Employee does sound like someone who listens to their boss right?

And I’m getting the impression it’s not all Henry’s writing because it seems as if there is a different personality present? Idk

That sounds like sort of both of them. Joey is cheering for Henry, even if he’s planning to make him go through all of this again. Does he... have to make him go through it? That’s a bit odd. Joey nani the fuck.

I like the idea of Joey saying this ok lemme dream vskjvnskjvs

But it could be Henry (past/present/whatever) trying to cheer himself up like he did with the “Don’t be scared” message (if that was also him)

Oh, Henry...

Once people That implies that real people got somehow affected, right?

I love the halo and the bone, also you can see the bone only if you give it to Boris in Chapter 3

Wait It is The whole fucking Ink Machine Is inside Holy

A cooking gay.

Ink Demon/Joey parallel implication. I don’t think he is Bendy in a straight up sense though. He is/was a soulless boss, just how soulless Bendy was/is. I wonder if there is a studio version of him or HHHHHH complicated stuff

Is it like When people create something good but they just don't know when to stop it eventually ends up really bad And the Demon took The End so his cartoon couldn't be finished and it all had to keep going, Joey had to keep going Hm?

So like there is no message on Henry’s second desk

But it does trigger the same dialogue AND IT HURTS

Actually a lot of people missed the arrows so just so you know

But I thought we don’t like doors

Also it’s the last hidden message so I do believe it has a special meaning

CONCLUSION get Henry outta here and give him loads of therapy

Is his fucking last name Stein because he made monsters via the Ink Machine by powering it goddamnit Joey don’t trick people into creating that shit

[celestica-1988]

Moon and Sun

You didn’t know why you and Tommy Lee were still together.

You met him in an unusual way, something you will remember forever. It happened after a concert of the Shout at the devil’s era. He wanted to fuck a virgin, you wanted to get rid of your virginity cause you were tired of listen to other people brag about how amazing was their first time.

So he fucked you and you were no more a virgin, the deal was over, you thought.

But you two fucked another time, after another concert, for many concerts. Therefore, you ended being his girlfriend.

You were happy about it, no misunderstandings, but you still did not know how could this happened, it was such a mystery for you.

You were nowhere near to the girls the band usually hanged out with. You were a short and chubby girl with long dark brown hair inherited by generations of Italians woman of your family, blue-green eyes usually covered by glasses.

You were shy and quiet as much he was loud and hyperactive.

You could sleep for days, while he was a restless person.

You loved dark shit and he was not in them at all.

Still you were his girlfriend and he was your boyfriend.

Unbelievable.

That’s what you were thinking while you were finishing a drawing and Tommy was drumming in his house.

Yes, you ended up living together too.

You loved listen to him drumming because, if you were lucky, you could catch up some sneak peck of new Crüe songs and because it helped you concentrate on your own work.

You also got to meet the band.

Nikki was kinda amused by you and your relationship with Tommy. Vince was a bit scared by your presence, and you still didn’t know why. The only one who accepted you without questions was Mick, you two clicked together like old friends.

You felt proud of yourself when the guitarist looked at the drummer with a sharp look and said: “If you hurt this girl I’m gonna terminate you, kid. Gotcha?”

The drawing was over and with that the series that your agent asked you to do for a little exhibition, you were trying to get recognition as an artist. The truth was that you don’t really care about success and stuff, you drew just because it was the thing you like most in your life except for Tommy.

You stretched your arms, the poor man who were trying to help you in selling your stuff wouldn’t show up till tomorrow morning, so you have a free afternoon.

You considered watching a film, but then you remember that someone told you about an old cemetery outside Los Angeles, which was really interesting. Since you like also photography, you instantly decided to go there and take some good shots.

“All right, Y/N. Let’s go!” You showered and change your clothes in something appropriate and then headed downstairs, Tommy was still drumming, but when he saw you he stopped.

“Hey, Y/N! Where are you going, babe?” “Cemetery, to take some shots.” “I’ll come with you.” You didn’t say nothing, pretty sure that Tommy didn’t really listened to your answer.

About a minute after his face became puzzled and then he watched you.

“What?” “I’ll go in a cemetery just outside LA to take some pics. Wanna come?

You said you would.” There were amusement in your voice because, even though you knew Tommy was not paying attention to you, he hated to go back on his words.

“Uhm, ok. It will be… uhm… interesting?

Let me take a shower.” “Sup.” You sat on the cough and checked your camera while you were waiting for him.

This is where the fun begins, you said to yourself.

 Tommy was beyond awkward when you two entered in the cemetery.

It was an old place, full of ruins of almost shattered graves, the grass was everywhere and there were no people around.

You gave him a reassuring squeeze to his hand and started to take pictures, happy like a child on Christmas’ morning. You cleared also the tombs in the worst state and tried to read the inscriptions, curious about the lives of people long dead more than people you know ones.

It was a good afternoon for you.

Suddenly an old woman entered in the cemetery and went toward a grave you already took pics of.

“What are you gonna do, Y/N?

Don’t tell me you wanna talk with that old woman.” “I’m sorry, Tommy.” “Why?” “Because that’s exactly the thing I’m gonna do.” He groaned loudly.

“Shut up, you are in a cemetery.

Show some respect for the people here.” You told him jokingly, but he didn’t understand it.

“Y/N, they are fucking dead, they didn’t even know we are here.”

“Yea.” You walked to the tomb with the lady.

She gave you a suspicious look to you, your camera, your black clothes and the cat tattoo on your right arm.

“Do I know you, young lady?”

“Oh, no. We don’t know each other.” “So why are you here? I’m the last of this family.” She was even more suspicious now that you made clear there were no connections between you two.

“Oh, I just wanna told you that this grave is awesome.

I bet your family was proud of it.” You said with a smile, the poor lady was shocked.

Her mouth was open, her eyes about to fall out from the sockets and she was about to choke.

And there was when Tommy came to save you, half amused, half embarrassed.  

“I’m really sorry, we went to a family lunch and she drank a lot so she says a lot of nonsense.

Goodbye.” He dragged you away from the lady who was now shocked by both of you and even a little scared considering how strong she was holding her bag.

“Tommy, why the hell did you say I was drunk?”

“Y/N, usually people don’t compliment other people for their gravestones.”

“But it’s cute. You will be remembered even after you are dead!” “Y/N, your head is not really wired on this world, right?” You thought about it for a while.

“Yea, my head is not really here.

I’m a fucking alien.” Tommy laughed, one of the sounds you like most in this world.

“Get in the spaceship, we are going home.” You nodded and after a while you were again in Tommy’s dining room, he seemed tired, holding his head with his hands.

“Tired?” “You bet it. It’s never easy with you…”

“Uhm, well… Sorry and thank you for putting up with all my madness.

I’m gonna order a pizza to cheer you up.” You were thankful to him and you know that a pizza was a good way to repay him for the wasted afternoon.

You were about to call the pizza place when your world turned upside down: Tommy carried you on his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes.

“Tommy?” “I wanna my dessert first.”

You chuckled.

“Do cemeteries make you horny, baby?” “Shut up, weirdo.” You laughed while he was carrying to the bedroom.

This was the reason you and Tommy were still together after all: he was a boy able to make you laugh and for a dark soul like you it was worth it.

You were his moon and he was your sun.

[kensimagines]

split.

a/n: I’m pretty sure this is going to be a part two, but yeah. let me know what you think!

Warnings; death, voilence. and slight fluff.

Shut up

Dean doesn’t like you

Shut up!

Why? I’m only trying to help.

No! You just want me to give you the light.

Maybe. But then if he meets us maybe he’ll like you.

Not gonna happen, so shut the hell up.

Fine.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” you were in the middle of nowhere and we're getting attacked by your personalities.

“Yeah sam. Im fine.’’

lies.

“Sam she’s obviously not fine.” said dean. “Voices again?”

“Yeah” Sam and Dean only thought that they were voices, they didn't know they were other personalities.

“Well can you tell them to shut up we have things to do?”

“Wow Sam, Deans usually the snarky one.” you said. Sam grunted and Dean giggled. Sam started walking more. You had on a black leather jacket, a white T-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black timberlands. You could say black was your color. Dean was carrying a camo colored backpage while Sam and you were holding nothing.

“Why am I carrying everything?”

“This was your idea” you said.

“And?”

“Let's stop here.” sam stated.

Why was he acting so weird? Did he know. Crap he knew.

“Y/n? y/n!”

‘Huh?”

“Are you sure your ok?”

“Yea im fine Dean i just need some water”

Two hours later.

You were sitting on a log when alex stole to light.

There going to figure out. In fact, they already have.

No. you wouldn't.

I would, and i am.

No.

Yes.

Before you could say anything else you were being pushed into the back of your mind. Alex was taking the light. She was reckless and would get you all killed. You had to fight back but the other personalities were stopping you. You were screaming for help but Dean and Sam couldn't hear you.

“Wow. it feels good to be back.”

“Y/n? What are you talking about?”

“Oh you must be Sam. I’m Alex you don't know me.”

“y/n this isn't funny.” said dean

“And you’re dean. Did you know y/n loves you but is afraid to tell you, well of course you didn't.”

“Who are you?’ asked Sam he and he brother looked confused but also scared of what they were thinking.

“I'm Alex one of y/n personalities, but you didn't know about me.” alex started walking circles around Dean and Sam. she looked like she would kill them.

“How many more are there?” asked Dean?

“Four. Me, Erin, Jessie, Cicella, and y/n. She's had the light for a while now but it's my turn.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I'm going help of course.’’

No she wasn't! She's going to get us killed!

As Alex said that the fire when out and a branch snapped. Harsh winds picked up and everything was flying around. Sam and dean dropped down to protect them from the debree. Alex stood there smiling.

“Alex! Get down!” yelled Sam. Alex just stood there and soon enough a demon came up behind Alex and grabbed her. He immediately disappeared and took Alex with him.

“Y/N!” yelled dean and Sam in unison.

Two days later

“Ouch.” you were standing up with your hands tied into the rocky ceiling. Alex had let go of the light, and by what you could tell things didn't go well. You examined your surroundings and by what you could tell you were in a cave. From the pain in your side and the burning in your leg you could tell you had broken ribs and a gash in your calf. You heard footsteps and started to panic.

Nice job alex

It wasn't my fault.

You knew what was happening!

No. No i Didn't

“Well well well. what do we have here?” said a dark husky voice. You didn't reply. The man pulled up a chair and sat down like a cowboy in a western movie. You couldn't see his face.

“Your going to help me kill the Winchester brothers.”

“Umm? how about no.” you spat at him. He wiped the spit from his face and you saw rage forming in his eyes.

“Oh really? Well then i'll just have to get you to listen to me then.” the man stat up and kicked the chair. The chair flew back into the wall and shattered. The man rolled up his sleeves as he went over to a table and grabbed a knife. The man walked up to you sliced the knife down your arm. you winched at the burning sensation, you were used to it though.

“Hey dummy. I'm a hunter. I've felt worse.” you said which was a bad idea. the man took the knife and sliced it against your stomach.you winced at the pain. Your white shirt getting stained blood red.  The man took the knife and slashed your stomach again. Your vision slowly getting blurry. The man the took the knife and held it to your neck.

“Now i can save you before you bleed out or you can help me.”

“Hey! I'm pretty sure she said she wasn't going to help you.” a familiar voice yelled. Dean. You saw two shadows approaching you and the man.

“Stay back Or I will shoot her!” the man dropped the knife and pulled a gun from his waistband.

He's a demon isn't he?

No. he a fallen angel.

Makes sense.

Wait! Why aren't you guys helping me then if he's a “fallen angel”

You deserve this.

I die You guys die!

Were willing to die for your suffering

The man pointed the gun at you. Sam and Dean exchanged looks of terror.your breathed hitched as the man cocked the gun  and pointed the gun just right in the middle of your chest he then shot you and ran. Sam and Dean raced to you. Sam untied you as Dean applied pressure to the gunshot wound.

“Stay with me love” dean said with tears forming in his beautiful green eyes. Your breath was heavy. At that moment all of your personalities said goodbye to the world.

“I'm sorry”

“Shhh. don't talk it will make things worse.” sam said holding your head.

“dea- “ you started mercilessly coughing. Tear streaming down his face. Dean leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Its ok baby. I love you”

“I.. Love you-” you said as you drew your last breath.

Dean stayed there holding your lifeless body.

“I'm not giving up.” he said  with the tears streaming freely.

“We avenge her Dean. I promise.”

“I'm going to find him, and that last thing he will ever see is my face as i rip him limb from limb.”

[the-salty-asian]

My Immortal | Chapter One

A/n: Hello! So sorry this took so long to post! I hope I can get things running more smoothly soon! Enjoy :)

Warnings: none that I can think of

Word Count: 1.2k

Date Unknown

“You’d think they found a better way to contain me after all these years.”

His head glanced around the all too familiar prison he’d been stuck in the past few millennium. Still he played their game, drawn up against the wall exhaustion lingering about him. It would do him some good to rest for awhile. The recent fight had drained him tremendously. Meanwhile, his mind flicked through his memories like the box shaped invention with the tiny people who lived in it. What did the humans call it again? he pondered over it for a couple of minutes then pushed it to the side for another time. Again he fast forward through the centuries. He hovered on the most recent one, a small smile playing on his lips.

June 30, 1953

Castiel perched on the barstool his fingers twirling the paper straw between them. A few people offered curious glances at his face. His bruises had lightened to a lavender shade circling his eye and jaw. However, the cuts on his cheek and lip still remained prominent red. The shop’s bell announced a new customer as a milkshake was being placed in front of him.

“Heya Cas!”

The angel turned to face Dean who leaned against the counter. The 1950’s looked outstanding on the Winchester. His hair was slicked back and was accompanied by a black leather jacket. A humorous smirk graced his lips. The boy wasted no time in reaching across him and pulling the strawberry milkshake to him. Cas watched him sip quietly on it as Dean returned his gaze.

“What do you want Winchester?”

The corner of Dean’s lip tugged upward, “You, me movies seven sharp.”

“And why would I do that?” Cas crossed his arms over his chest.

Dean tilted his head close to the angel. His hot breath brushed against his ear, “Because I know you’ll be there.”

When he drew away there was a wild grin spread on his face. He slid the glass closer to Cas before dismounting the bar stool. Any reply the angel had immediately melted at his lips. He contemplated the older Winchester while he made his way for the door. The bell chimed once again as Dean opened it. He turned his face to Cas and shot him a wink. Then he let the door swing close behind him.

***

A warm breeze passed by gently sending leaves scuttling across the pavement. Castiel checked his watch for the hundredth time since arriving.

“Aw come on Cas have a little faith in me!”

The angel lifted his eyes in the direction of his voice. Dean was approaching him with his hands stuffed in his leather jacket and a wide grin set into his face.

“I-I don’t know what you mean?”

He leaned his face inches apart from Cas, “You didn’t think I’d show.”

Whatever witty reply Cas had was caught in his throat as he held Dean’s gaze. After centuries of diving into his wondrous green eyes he couldn’t get enough. They tended to be the most beautiful in the sunlight but even now Castiel couldn’t break the stare. His vessel’s heart slammed against his rib cage and his eyes lowered to his pink lips. Dean righted himself, a smug smile plastered to his face and pushed past Cas. The boy pulled out a few crumpled dollars and slipped them under the glass wall to the employee.

He smiled at the girl, “Two for Planet of the Apes.”

She returned the expression along with the tickets she slid underneath the glass. “Enjoy your movie!”

He clapped a hand on Cas’ shoulder, “Come on Cas.”

Dean steered them to the concession stand placing a random assortment of coins on the counter. The man behind the counter barely acknowledged the pile of coins and busied himself with a bucket of popcorn. He handed it to Dean and flashed him a toothy grin.

“On the house Deano!”

Carefully he swiped all the coins back into his jacket, “Thanks Mr. Singer.”

He cradled the popcorn in one arm all while the other stayed between Cas’ shoulder blades. They wandered down the hall to their theater.

“Your pick.”he waved the bucket over the numerous rows of seats.

Cas scanned the theater, a few people were scattered around in clusters. He chose two seats in the middle of one of the higher rows. Dean stayed glued to Cas’ side as he guided them to their seats. They settled onto the plastic folding chairs and Dean placed the popcorn between them.

“Um, Dean you can let go of my shoulder.”

“Oh yea sorry.”he smiled apologetically, returning his arm to his side.

Heat radiated off the angel’s cheeks and he hoped that the theater would darken soon to hide it. At his request the lights began to dim above them. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the screen flickered to life.

The opening scenes displayed chimpanzees mutilating into larger human-like versions of themselves. Cas didn’t understand the enjoyment of these films, they all seemed rather pointless but he went along with it for Dean’s sake.

A few minutes in, Dean arched his back with his arms stretched straight up and let one fall around Cas’ shoulder. Cas held back his sarcastic remark instead letting a cheesy smile take over. He tore his eyes away from the screen to focus them on Dean. The man he had fallen in love with was awed by the screen in front of him. His fascination made the angel’s heart swell with a new level of affection.

Dean turned to face him, “Everything ok?”

Cas nodded at him and smiled so hard his cheeks started to burn. His blue eyes studied Dean’s facial structure. The pale light from the screen illuminated the darker freckles that peppered his nose and cheeks. A white scar hovered just above his upper lip. Castiel’s eyes were locked on those pink lips. Dean’s tongue poked out, gliding it over his bottom lip. The Winchester’s green eyes flicked down to Cas’ lips as he dragged his bottom lip between his teeth. Without thinking Cas placed his hands on either side of Dean’s perfect face and crashed his lips to the boy’s. He responded almost instantly completely taking control of the kiss. Dean wrapped his hands around the angel’s forearms in an attempt to pull him over the armrest separating the two. He pulled away but his eyes remained shut. Dean lightly shook his shoulder a smile in his voice.

“Open your eyes idiot.”

Slowly, his lids inched back to reveal a shit eating grin painted on Dean’s face.

“You’re not such a bad kisser Novak.”

The angel stumbled over his words, Dean always had that effect on him anyway. The Winchester laughed and cupped Cas’ face with his hands and kissed him again.

Castiel mentally paused it at that moment, letting the feelings bubble inside him. What would ensue moments after, opened up a never healing wound. That’s when he realized he needed to get out. If he died they would rebuild him, it’s what they always did and they always gave him that option. So he would play along, this is what Raphael wanted, but his brother would soon be dead.

A/n: if you’d like to be tagged in this please blow up my ask box!

Tag list: @sassymurderousangel @thewnchstrs

[chimmysoftpaws]

Fallen Nephilim

Summary: reader goes through a series of events from a happy carefree life in a safe house with her one and only James Barnes. That is until she is captured by Lucifer and takes back to America for her Grace.

Word count: 2084

Characters: Bucky, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Lucifer, Jack, Steve

Parings: Bucky x reader

A/N: Hey I’m so sorry this is late but here’s my work for @angryschnauzer and @feelmyroarrrr. Hope you guys enjoy it. I’m so sorry for the late submit, life is a pain 🙈🙈🙈

In a cabin far out in Bucharest there was a cabin that would give anyone the impression that it could barley fit three people but the cabin was actually quite big. It was big, warm and cozy. The kitchen was spacious, the living room was warm with the crackling fire, the guess bedroom lays bare but the main bedroom was filled with clothes decorating the floor and sheets tangled between the bodies of the couple that lay, naked and warm.

Bucky Barnes lay with his arm draped over the body of a women. His women. She lay with her back towards him, her frizzy hair carscading down had back and decorating the pillow. He woke up feeling a body in front of him. It was warm and soft and smelt like roses. He smiled lazily and pulled the warm body towards him. He put his head into her hair and breathed in. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was addictive, like a drug and everyday he wanted more and more. He ran his hand down her arm and drew patterns around her side, enjoying the sight of her squirming. She truly was an angel.

She groaned and turned, cuddling into his chest. He chuckled and watched as her nose twitched and her eyes scrunched up as she rubbed her eyes, waking up. She groaned again dig herself deeper into him, hiding from the streaks of light that spilled through the corners of the curtain. “Good morning.” He said pecking her forehead. She mumbled a reply and kissed his chest. He slowly shifted onto his back and dragged her body over his. “Mmm. Hello.” She said smiling sleepily. Her hazel eyes stared in his blue eyes. He smiled back and kissed her nose. She scrunched up her face and hid in his chest.

“How you feeling?” He asked. “Sore.” She replied giggling. Bucky laughed and ran his hand through her hair. “I’m sorry. But in my defense, you were begging for me. ‘Oh Bucky, don’t stop. More.’”

“Oh shut up.” She said sitting up and smacking his chest. Bucky slid his hands onto her hips and pulled her close, pressing his lips against hers.They relished for days like this. Days where all they did was be in each other’s presence. They cherished the days that were full of love and not just killing, supernatural creatures and saving the world. “Mmm did you talk to Sam and Dean?”

“Yea, they said you’re still off Lucifers’ radar. Castiel says angel radio’s still looking for you but all’s good so far.” Bucky stared at his Angel. She had a frown on her beautiful face and her eyebrows were scrunched together. Bucky stared at her with a soft smile. He worried about his Angel. His Nephilim. She was one of the only ones and was being hunted down by the King of Hell. Lucifer. He wanted her Grace. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

“I can handle myself.” She replied with a smile, running her hand down his chest. “And I can handle you.” She continued runni gher hands towards his crotch. Her eyes darkened with lust and a smirk formed in her cute face. Bucky sucked in a deep breath and followed her hands shivering as her nails raked down his chest. His hands gripped her hips and ran towards her chest. She giggled and kissed his face, avoiding his lips. Bucky groaned and grinded her hips against his. She moaned softly and kissed his lips. Bucky groaned gripping her hips and pulling her closer. She moaned and pulled his hair. The two relished in each other’s bodies. Their souls became one as they made love. It was like falling in love all over again in that cabin where Bucky, Sam, Dean and Castiel journeyed to in oreder to save an innocent. They were met with a surprise of bodies on the floor and golden eyes linked with a bloody and bruised body.

All that seemed like a lifetime ago. Now life is filled with danger, love and arch-angels in their paths. “We...really...gotta stop doing that..” She said breathless. Bucky laughed and hovered over her.

“I can’t get enough of you doll. You’re just so... delicious.” He smirked peppering her chest with kisses. She giggled and blushed and her snuggled into her chest.It all felt too perfect. A life without death at every corner. A life without running away. It was like a fairytale. It didn’t feel real.

And it wasn’t.

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She sat in a cage, hair mattered, eyes red, clothes torn, body bloodyand bruised. Her arms and legs were bound by chains that blocked her power. She couldn’t move. “Time for a refill.” She heard him say. The man with the red eyes. The fallen angel. Lucifer.

She scurried into a corner trying to hide from the Devil. He chuckled and walked closer a vile glittering in his hand. A vile that would soon contain her Grace. Grace she had just re-obtained last month. “Right, now hold still and this won’t hurt you one bit.” The King of Hell said, grabbing her neck and slitting her throat just enough for her Grace to slip out. She sobbed as her power painfully left her body. “See, didn’t hurt.” He beaked her throat by sitting his hand on her wound. He snapped his fingers, giggling as she flinched as the chain unlocked, and dragged her by her arm towards the throne room. He threw her on the floor and walked towards his throne as his demons tied her up. She squirmed and screamed, kicking the demons in hopes of getting free.

“Oh come on now, she’s just a weak human.” The King said chuckling, forcing the girls body rigid as they chained her up again. She sobbed as they slit her throat again, draining more of her Grace. It happened everyday. He’d come for a little bit and then he’d drag her to the throne room and continue to drain her. She’d sob and scream, sometimes even fight. It was an amusing sight to the King. He knew her pain but she deserved it. Anything that would make those hunters suffer for what they did to him. Trapping him on that apocalypse earth, his Father trapping him in a box. “You know I understand your pain. What they do to creatures like us. Angels. Well you’re not an angel, you’re an...abomination. Nephilim. I’m honestly sorry. You go through so much pain, always in hiding, never safe.” He said watching her. “The only... appropriate thing would be to put you out of your misery.” He watched as she violently shook her head.

“P-Please...Don’t...please.” The words could barley form from her coarse throat. Lucifers grinned and walked towards her, pulling the bowl of Grace from under her and pressing his hand to the throat saying, “Don’t worry Sweet, I’ll wait for them so they can watch you die.” He cackled. She sobbed.

Meanwhile...

The three hunters ran towards the place that held their friend. The angel Castiel had to wait until the angel wards were down. The stalked in, Bucky and Dean killing every demon while Sam took out the wards. They sprinted to the main door that was being guarded by a dozen or so demons. Dean and Bucky stabbed at every black-eyed bitch in their path. A scream came from the inside. Her scream. “Go Bucky!” Dean shouted. Bucky glanced at him before stabbing another demon while pulling his pistol out and shooting another. Another scream came from the door as Bucky tried to get closer. “GO BUCKY!” Dean shouted again. He saw Castiel and Sam run over, killing demons. He ran to the door and kicked it, pushing all his weight onto the door. Th screams got louder and more frequent. Bucky kicked the door harder but it was no use.

“It won’t budge.” He shouted back. Castiel walked towards the door and held his hand out. The door shook and blasted off its hinges. Inside was a ghastly sight. Bucky paled as he saw his lover, bloody and whithering on the floor. Lucifer stood behind her with a smirk. “Finally. She was starting to become a bore. I was almost going to kill her without you. Almost.” He walked towards them grinning like a Cheshire Cat. “She truly is beautiful James. And strong. Her Grace comes back quicker than I’ve ever seen in a Nephilim.”

Bucky glared clenching his knife tighter not taking his eyes off his Angel. “Lucifer. Just let her go. You have enough Grace.” Castiel said. Sam stared at the squirming girl, slowly moving forward. “Oh no, we were just getting started Asstiel.” He joked. He lifted his hand, levitating her body and dragging it towards him. He held an Angel Blade to her throat.

“Lucifer, you don’t have to do this.” Sam said lowering his weapon. “Please.” Bucky shook as he watched her. His Angel. She was shaking in fear, her eyes were wide. Lucifer smiled and slowly dragged the blade across her throat. “LUCIFER. Please.” Dean shouted, putting his gun away and holding his hands up. “Please.”

“Take me.” Everyone’s head snapped towards Sam. He walked and stood in front of Lucifer. “Take me. Just let her go.”

“Sammie..” “Sam.” Castiel and Dean said walking closer. “No Dean. She is not dying. Not her.” Bucky was lost for words. He couldn’t talk. He was frozen. “Sam...” Sam’s head snapped towards Bucky and he slowly shook his head.

“S-Sam...N-No.” She said looking into his eyes. Sam smiled softly and said, “it’s ok.” Sam looked at Lucifer and stated, “I’ll say yes if you let her go.” Lucifer looked around at the anxious men and pondered. Her didn’t expect such an offer for such an abomination. He looked around at the demons that entered the room and smiled. “Eh I don’t know. How do I know you’re not lying?”

“You don’t.” Lucifer shrugged and nodded.

“Ok.” He said but before he let go he plunged the knife into her chest.

“NO!” Bucky shouted, running towards his Fallen Angel and caught her before she hit the ground. She shook and slouched onto his shirt with bloody hands. Bucky shook, pulling the knife out and holding his hand in its place. “It’s ok. I’ve got you...just... stay with me.” Dean shot at the Devil but it was too late. In a flash of light he was gone. The demons began attacking. The came after the hunters but all Bucky did was sit and hold his Angel. His light. His love. “Bucky come on we need to get out of here.” Sam shouted. He wasn’t listening. He sat and couched her to his chest, not caring if her got killed. Nothing mattered to him.

“B...Buck.” He looked down. A light shone in her eyes as she tired at him. “It’s.....ok”

“No. I’m not leaving you. I love you.”

“I.... love you too.” She said lightly touching his face before.....

And then it was alll gone. The demons disappeared in a flash of light, black ash left in their places. Castiel looked around before running towards the source of the light. Sam and dean stood confused. But Bucky looked down at the body in his arms. She wasn’t moving.

“No.... NOOOOOO!” He screamed. A sob falling from his lips. He held her, rocking her body, screaming at nothing. Castiel crouched down and touched her face, looking for a source of life.

“I’m sorry.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

She lay in a bed with everyone around her. They cleaned her up and put her in better clothes to cover her. Her hazel eyes were no longer there, her pink lips turned pale, cheeks the colour of snow.

Bucky sobbed holding her hand. Steve stood behind him, tears down his face his hand gripping Buckys shoulder. Sam and Dean stood at the foot of the bed, silent. Castiel watched from the back as the hunters cried. He finally understood what it was like to lose someone you loved. Some who was a daughter to you. Someone who made you feel human. Jack sat next to his best friend and stared. He couldn’t understand. He refused to understand. He knew she was there. She can’t just be gone. She’s too strong for that. He put his head on her chest, listening. Straining to hear for something, anything.

And then..... bum....bum...........bum

“Guys..... she’s....”

[vestrits]

ive already pretty much liveblogged everything on twitter BUT i like to keep track of these dumb things so here is a quick recount of what happened on my trip:

> plan: go to spain, then rome to meet friend > is in spain. meets my bestie & stays at his flat, BUT my bestie is in a pinch bc he has no job & his flatmate tells me that on saturday they might give a party if he finds sth > he does > me (against friend): ‘what a shame looool i rlly want to stay now ugh’ > him: ‘yea well but u already paid right’ me: ‘yea i cant just change my fight ha ha ha’ > literally 2 seconds later: ‘not to be impulsive or anything but im 100% checking flights and here’s one on sunday lol’

> yaaaaay i surprise friend

MEANWHILE AT NIGHT i have a dream abt the flatmate kissing me and hes 100% nice and i wake up going ‘oh no’  bc he’s not my type but suddenly i Notice him aka RIP ian’s aloof cool self, u will now Die because

my brain: PUSHES THE REVERSE HAREM AUTOPILOT MODE BUTTON

> catches glimpse of him out of the shower in the morning, shirtless, runs into the fkcing door > drops phone, a water boiler, a plate, idk what else but IT WAS BAD I DROPPED EVERYTHING LITERALLY EVERYTHING > i need his pc so i went to ask if i could use it, SURPRISE BITCH he’s in the bathroom, SHIRTLESS, opens it, me ‘o-oh oops’ ‘no no sfine what do u need’ (has to lean in and whisper so friend doesnt hear) (dies) > gets super self-conscious when he sits next to me, against me, during the fcking films we watch in the evening > INCREDIBLY easily startled at EVERYTHING  > stumbles 54789 times in front of him or not in front of him, hits head every time im in the kitchen, > manages to fuck up cooking RICE

me: ok fine so im into him now FINE I GUESS

> commence operation ‘ian tries not to be a cowardly hoe’

> gets fkcing tipsy on the last night just so i can muster my courage and REALLLY lean against him (i dont rlyl remember this part except that i reached for his hand twice when i got jumpy) > since 45687 of my friends told me to do something that thought remained prevalent the entire night so my tipsy ass, after receiving a generous amount of 3 hugs, goes up to him and goes ‘can i-- touch your HAIR--’ and meep meep red alert i want to get out of there after realising that was NOT right so i awkwardly pat it and gtfo after mumbling more nonsense

> i was supposed to get a flight that morning but me + tipsy + my fUCKING PERIOd + 2HRS OF SLEEP = i wake up with a fever and nausea; IM NOT GETTING ON A PLANE LIKE THAT so i cancel my plan to go to rome and extend my stay in spain YET AGAIN

> also wants to die bc at least i wouldnt have had to face him after the awkward phrase but NOPE > 5 hrs later i wake again and my pal is at his work so its me all alone in the kitchen and i barely manage to keep the dishes alive, flatmate shows up super confused as to why im still here and ehhrhrh ANYWAY

anyway

> i finally tell my bestie in spain that i seem to have a thing for his flatmate > ‘yes i think its obvious hahah’ SSSSHHHHUT UP I WANNA DIE > ‘u should try something’ commence stage 2 of the plan > SUCCEEDS in holding onto his arm even tho it was only the last 10ish minutes of the film (we watch a film every night) > during the day, nothing tho > doesheevenlikeit.png > the final night: HE MAKES THE FIRST MOVE angel choirs are singing i am blessed and can leave in peace > the end

ish. im still dead bc i wrote him a thank u note for keeping up with my awkward shy self and drew a fat cat on it and totally made it weird i bet and i want to fucking die again bc now im thinking ‘WHAT IF HE WAS JSUT PITYING ME’ (very likely) and uhhh yeah anyway im going back in february to hopefully have a blast again bc ALL THIS ASIDE it was rlyl fun and i feel really proud of myself for being able to try sth EVEN THO IT WAS THE MOST AWKWARD THING EVER 

> basically this entire video probably happened to me

[punkscowardschampions]

Carly & Ali

Carly: did i come through or nah Carly: stay w me baby itll be a good time every time Ali: through and up and down and 'round and 'round again Ali: bestest Carly: yea Carly: i kno Ali: don't make me tickle u Ali: cocky Carly: u wouldnt Carly: dont wanna get sent home when u kno theres more fun to have Ali: from paris to berlin and every disco i get in Ali: remember that song Ali: jam Carly: nah Carly: sing me it Ali: okay Ali: lullabies for the baby Carly: like before Carly: i miss it Ali: me too Ali: i'll make u a mixtape Ali: kickin it old skool Carly: aw Carly: your voice is pretty & so are you Carly: so cute & sweet Ali: 😇 u Ali: charmer Carly: nah fact sayer Ali: not gonna stop ya Carly: u cant Carly: its unfair how you looked tonight Carly: im mad Ali: u too Ali: babes in berlin Carly: yea Carly: but you tho Ali: 😽 sweet baby angel Ali: it was good tho Ali: forgot all the bullshit for a while Carly: told you Carly: i got you girl Carly: thats what im here for Carly: & good at Ali: no lies or bullshit there Ali: i shall give you a stunning review Ali: 11/10 ⭐s Carly: aw Carly: bullshit & lies is for home Carly: we on holiday Ali: that was the plan Ali: fucking drew Carly: dont be sad baby Carly: hes a prick Ali: he fucking Ali: ugh Ali: hes confusing Ali: i cant outright hate him cos i try not to anyone anyways and i know theres reasons but also Ali: he can be alright Ali: but when hes bad Ali: hes an absolute cunt Ali: why people gotta be like that Carly: i kno Carly: want me to talk to him Ali: i dunno Ali: u can if u wanna but also Ali: at the point i don't even think it'll help so Ali: had the nerve to be lurking on our snaps like Ali: he ain't even a tiny bit sorry Carly: he doesnt do sorry Carly: he only feels it when things dont go his way Carly: & they have Carly: like he wanted to take her v yea k but he still got some & the novelty makes up for that girls lack of Carly: anything Carly: & he'll get more now hes single too Ali: yeah Ali: to all of that Ali: are you going to get with him Carly: idk Carly: depends how hes gonna be Carly: & other girls be waiting like Ali: what is it about him that u like Ali: no judgment Carly: i dont like him Carly: he knos how to bring a party if he wants tho Ali: actual party Ali: or Ali: he wasn't that good a fuck Carly: i liked it Carly: but yea hes got better since Ali: im suspect Ali: hes not Ali: 'fuck up my life' good Ali: i refuse to believe Carly: he wont fuck up my life Carly: im not your sister Carly: hes good compared to most lads at school & on site Carly: thats all i need Ali: yh but he's a prick Ali: not as drastic but y deal Carly: every lad i kno is a prick Carly: we dont all get cavantes Ali: ok Ali: ill be lookin Ali: can be done Carly: nah Carly: not for girls like me Ali: don't say that Ali: meant to be fact sayer Ali: lies Carly: baby you gotta face the facts Carly: you too bias Ali: nah Ali: yous 😇 and we gonna find you your mirror Carly: shhh Carly: im not looking for a bf thats you Ali: many mirrors Ali: whatevs Ali: just not pricks Carly: i kno what to do w pricks Carly: its k Carly: wtf would i do w a nice lad ha terrify him Ali: errrr scuse me Ali: i'm nice ain't i?>! Ali: u knew what to do wif me Ali: not at first but u were a fast learner 😏 Carly: thats different Carly: you arent boring Carly: and so beautiful Ali: why would nice boys be boring tho Ali: not mutually xculsive Carly: cuz they are Carly: or worse Ali: hmpf Ali: 😣 Carly: dont be mad at me boo Ali: i'm gumping Ali: 😾 Carly: baby no Carly: ill make you smiley again Ali: i just want everyone to be smiley Ali: esp u Carly: i am look Carly: see Carly: w you i cant not be Ali: yea Ali: but for always Carly: arent you gonna be w me always Ali: i am Ali: promise Ali: gon be on smile watch Carly: then its k Carly: dont worry baby Ali: okay Ali: i'll try Carly: theres pills for that you kno Carly: i can share Ali: that's true love Carly: yea Carly: no boy getting in my stash Ali: i love you Carly: i love you too

[rage-the-human-hunter]

The 8th Angelic Chapter 3 Part 1

*as the world burns more and more demons appear in the world lesser and lesser humans remained in the world, with the lack of angelic in the war, humans were dying left and right, those who did not fight, were enslaved* *Demons were charging, having Humans chained in lines* Slave: *he looked around and saw demon flags, he cough out being sick and watched demon knights taking fresh blood* Slave 2: what are they gonna do to us? Slave: I don't wanna know.... Demon Knight: he watched the line of slaves move across soon he saw and before he could draw his weapon a mana slice went true him* *the roars of demons could be heard across the land* The 8th: *he was cutting down the Imps and brutes, he also cuts the chains off the slaves, he jumps over a Imp and lands on a brute’s head he sliced its horns then sliced the brute in half* *he saw knights* *he glares he blocks then sliced ones leg, pushed one forward and sliced ones chest, pierced one then sliced one with his mana blade* *he dodged the sword from the demon knight and cuts ones arm off* *he noticed multiple imps* *he glares* alright..... let us fight!!! Constantine: *he growls and saw the 8th fighting his way to him* the 8th that took my brother’s limb dares too attack me? *he growls and soon drew his spear weapon* he is mine! *he grew his demonic wings and flys up* The 8th: *he sliced a imp, cuts a Knight then kicked another knight before he stabbed him in the back, he pulled out his rifle and shoots 5 imps, he puled his sword out and cuts a Demonic in half* *he glares  putting his gun on his back and soon felt the strong Demonic mana* Constantine: *he lands in front of him and held his Spear* you dare attack my men.... you will suffer a slow.. and painful death... or maybe... you wont even die... I will make sure you feel pain..... for the rest of your immortal life The 8th: what you just said made no sense.. *he soon created a mana sword* and I also feel that your lying to yourself... *he started to charge* Constantine: *he soon created 10 mana spears and fires it at him* The 8th: *his armor blocks one but gets stabbed by another, he kept on charging and blocks another one, he blocks one with his small mana weapon, the spear making it disappear, he soon tried to slash but Constantine teleported* what? *he gets pierced in the back and he puked out blood* ARG!!!!! Constantine: *he threw him close to the edge of a cliff* I expected my brother to be weak... but to someone like you? its impossible The 8th: *he coughs out blood and held his gut, he held his sword up* Constantine: this will be quickle.... *he soon spawned 10 more spears* The 8th: *he looked behind him and sighs* .... damnit... *he soon jumps back, falling to the cliff and into the river below* Constantine: *he glares looking down* FIND HIM!!!! I WANT THAT ANGELIC INFRONT OF ME!!!! NOW!!!!!! *winged demons started to fly down, some of them taking knights with them* The 8th: *he made it out of the river and heard screeches* *he glares and started to run for his life* Demonic Knights: *he jumps down and lands on the wet mud, he started to charge* The 8th: *he looks back and turns around* Demonic Knight: *he drew his weapon and 3 more knights landed beside him as he ran at The 8th* The 8th: *he glares and pulled his sword out, he dodged a knight and cuts ones neck, he shoots another knight and blocks the knight’s weapon* *he licks back and kicks the knight back and dodged the knight’s sword* *he held his blade up to the knight’s neck* I wont fall as easily.... Demonic Knight: but you will run as easly~ The 8th: *he glares then dodged a spear, piercing the Knight’s neck* ?????: *a animal like human rushed and hits a Angelic with a spear then stabs their gut, she dodged the 2 last knights then spawns a shadow knives and threw it at  the 2 knights* *she watched the knight’s rushing too her then blocks his sword* *she glares* The 8th: *he came up and sliced the Knight infront of her* ?????: *she punched the knight down and stabs the knight on its open wound, then pulls out, getting covered on the demon’s blood* *she saw the 8th and aimed her blade at him* State your business!!! The 8th: I was trying to survive.... ?????: DUCK!!!!! *she threw her spear at him* The 8th: *he ducks and a demon was pierced right on his head* *he pants and saw the knight drop* I never seen someone kill a demon knight with just a spear... *he said looking at the masked woman* ??????: you need to know were to hit..... *she saw his bleeding wound* your hurt..... *she said grabbing his chest plate then looking at his wound* The 8th: yea.... lets just say  I had a bad time.... ??????: you need to heal...... you fight.... you die... *she soon heard screeching* more coming... The 8th: they sent Hunters...... *deeps within the forest* Devastation(Deminic Hunter): *he was with a pack of 5 hunters, he sniffed the blood and growls* FIND HIM!!!!!! TAKE HIS HEAD!!!! *soon the hunters began to charge* *as time passes The 8th ran along side the strange woman* The 8th: *soon they made it to a part of the forest covered in webs* I feel this isn't as safe..... *he said as he began to walk* ?????: it is not..... avoid webs.... *she said moving slowly, avoiding the webs* The 8th: *he watched her move and began to follow her lead avoiding the webs* *the deeper they move the thickers the webs got, he could see skeletons of past victims* how far..... ?????: don't... talk..... just... walk.... *soon demonic roars were heard and the hunters noticed them, screeching* The 8th: shit..... ??????: run!.... *she made a shadow blade and started to cut the webs left and right* The 8th: *he tried to hit the Hunter and gets slashed in in face* ARG!!!! *he backs off and glares feeling the cut, he saw his little buddy left* great.... *he saw the hunters surround him* *he glares and soon creates his mana blade* ok..... now I'm really in trouble.... *the hunters all rushed at him as fast as the could* The 8th: *he swings but gets slashed, gets cut again then sliced a hunter but gets hit again, he walks back slicing the webs* *the hunters surrounded him from all directions* The 8th: *he glares and soon takes out his gun and opens fire hitting a hunter, he aims and hits another hunter with his gun, he puts his sword on its case and started to open fire on the hunters he noticed sticks falling and jumps out of the way( *the hunters looked up and a massive 4 armed creature crushed two hunters* Alpha Crawler: *roars and grabs a hunter and crushes it against the ground, the hunters rushed and started to tackle it trying to kill it* ?????: RUN!!!!!! The 8th: *he heard this and started to run for it, putting his rifle on his back his back* *one of the hunters roar and started to chase after the 8th* Crawler: *he screaches and soon smaller crawlers started to walk down the trees* The 8th: *he sliced three then dodged one and cuts one in half* *the hunters punched the crawlers and started to rush even faster* The 8th: *he ran and soon jumps inside a Pit, landing on the wet ground he looks back and saw the 2 remaining Hunters* *he held his Sword and winced, his wound still bleeding* Devastation: hehe~~~ this is fun~~~ *he licks his lips* I will skin you alive~~~~  *he charges at the 8th* *soon they both clash, the 8th fighting against the two sliding left and right, he grabs ones arm and threw him back, he blocks the hunters claws over and over again, sparks flying* The 8th: *he gets kicked and the hunters kicked him to the ground, his sword landing on the ground, he spits out blood and stood back up, he aimed then started to shoot the eggs on the wall, roars being heard across the thick forest*  *soon crawlers started to come out* The 8th: alright... lets see how much you can take~ Devastation: hehe~ let us~~~ The 8th: *he turns around and grabs his sword and threw it at the Hunter, hitting and slamming him against the wall* Devastation: *he turns to look at his partner then turns to get kneed in the face some of his teeth braking off his mouth* The 8th: *he punched the hunter over and over, spawns his mana sword and slashed his chest, kicked his face again and jumps slashed his face again* Devastation: ARG!!!! *he covers his face* damn you.... *he turns around* DAMN  YOU!!!!! *before he could strike the alpha  Crawler falls behind him and swallows him whole and roars as louds as it can* The 8th: *he glares pulling his sword off the Hunter’s corps* The alpha Crawlers: *he walks up to the 8th and raors at him but soon more roars were heard and soon the beast climes up* The 8th: *he pants and soon falls down too tired to even stand* ?????: *she falls in front of him and soon walks up to him* The 8th: heh... was that a test? ??????: yes.... *she held out her hand* you passed..... The 8th: *he smiles and grabs her hand and stood up* ?????: follow.... long way  to go.... *she said as she began to walk* The 8th: alright... *he said as he followed behind* *as time passed the alpha crawler falls, and in its corps a demonic arm ripped true it* Devastator: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!  *he comes out and sniffed the air, glaring* you wont escape.... ((end of part 1 of chapter 3))

[powerfultenderness]

32°

Title: 32°

Summary: You’d never seen snow in your life, but as the weather grows colder at the Xavier Institute, you finally see what you’ve been missing all your life.

Prompt: Playing the snow.

Paring: Alex Summers/Reader

Dedication: To Wrench Anon, for being such a darling and supporting me even though I haven’t written in months!

Word count: 1377

Masterlist

Growing up where the weather rarely dropped below 60° you were confident in your ability to withstand the heat. All these people in New York were complaining of the scorching weather during the summer while you thought it had been quite pleasant outside. Everyone thought you were crazy, tough, but crazy. Come late October though, that image was shattered when temperatures started falling into the 50′s. Everyone grinned at you, some even teased you, for donning any of the big sweaters could steal from your best friend, Alex Summers.

By mid November Alex, claiming to be tired of you stealing his sweaters, dragged Jean Grey to the mall to help him get winter appropriate clothing for you. Which was why you were now cozied up in thermal clothing of your very own, the undershirt, in your favorite color of course, paired with a set of comfortable flannel pants. Overwich you wore an oversized hoodie and patterned thermal socks.

You were sitting in front of the fireplace, a strong fire warming you enough to forget the cold, so caught up in the book you were reading that you didn’t notice Alex walk into the room until he sat down next to you. For just a moment, as you finished reading the sentence you were on, you ignored the dip in the couch and the familiar scent of his cologne wafting over you. Saving your place with your finger, you looked at him with a raised brow, “What’s up?”

He eyed you up and down with a smug chuckle, “Really? Already breaking out all your winter clothes?”

“Well, I could go back to stealing yours.”

Alex scoffed and shook his head as you noticed he was wearing just a lightweight jacket over a simple T-shirt and jeans combo. You’d ask how he wasn’t cold, but not only was he used to cold weather, you had a sneaking suspicion something about his mutation kept him warm too, which was why he always seemed to generate loads of heat. It was always nice to snag a seat next to him during these colder months.

“So why are you reading here?” He asked curiously.

You shrugged, “I wanted to sit next to the fire, and I don’t think the Professor would build a fireplace in my room. Besides, I didn’t want to turn on the TV and wake anyone up.” You added, considering it was pretty late, nearing 2 A.M. “What are you even doing up?”

“Actually, look out the window.” He pointed towards the large glass window on the other side of the room.

“Huh? Why?” You asked as you looked at the glass, but since it was so dark outside you didn’t see much.

You looked at him again, confused, but he just kept grinning at you and nudged you off the couch a little. Cautiously, you wouldn't put a late night prank past him, you walked to the window and looked out. What you saw made you gasp out loud and bring your hands up to your chest in excitement.

“Alex! It’s snowing!” You awed as you peered out the glass as much as you could, watching little flecks of snow fall slowly to the ground. “I’ve never seen snow in real life.” You marveled, mostly to yourself, but some rustling and a sudden flood of warmth next to you announced Alex even before his chuckle reached your ears. “I figured as much. Here.” His voice drew your eyes away from the window to see him holding a pair of your boots and one of your heavier jackets out to you.

“Come on, you have to go outside to really experience snow.”

You nodded, a huge smile flashing across your face as you quickly slipped the boots and jacket on, glad to find a pair of gloves stuffed in the right pocket. An immediate shiver ran through you as you stepped outside, your body protesting the sudden drop in temperature, but you ignored it and looked around at the snow blanketing the ground and trees. You stepped off the stone walkway towards the gardens, delighting in the weird way the snow crunched under your boots, as you looked up at the night sky, watching as snow floated down to the ground. You let out a quiet laugh, your breath coming out in visible puffs of air, as a snowflake landed on your eyelashes...only for it to melt and drip cold water into your eyes.

“Are you crying?” Alex teased as you blinked and looked down as you rubbed your eyes.

“No! A snowflake got in my eyes!”  

“You don’t look up at the sky when it rains, do you?” He joked, laughing at you.

“Shut up!” You squeaked out, stooping down to grab a handful of snow while he was busy laughing out you. Just because you’d never seen snow before didn’t mean you didn’t know what a snowball was! Before he could finish laughing at you, you chucked the hastily made snowball at him, hitting him in the middle of his chest.

“Ha!” You cheered over his “Hey!!”

“Oh! You want a snowball fight?!” He grinned as he dug a hand into the snow to make ammo for himself.

You squealed as you tried to dodge it, getting hit in the shoulder and flinching. “Oww! That really hurt!” You moaned as you held your shoulder, “Did you forget how strong you are?” You sniffed and continued to rub your shoulder.

“Oh, shit! Sorry!” He exclaimed, running over to you and lightly touching your injured shoulder, “Are you OK?”

“GOTCHA!” You shouted as you smashed a snowball on his head while laughing maniacally.

He let out an indignant yell, “Oh yea?” and swooped you up, quickly, but gently taking you to the ground, laughing as your struggled against him and the cold. You gasped and looked up him, eyes wide and unable to suppress the giant smile on  your face. “Get off!”

Considering you were just laughing with him, he looked a little surprised and raised a brow. “Why, so you can hit me with another snowball?”

“No! I wanna make a snow angel!”

Alex laughed at your enthusiasm and got up, leaving you lying down in the snow. As soon as he was up, you started to flail your arms and legs widely, imitating what you’d seen people on TV do. After a few seconds you rolled to your feet and looked down at your creation, only for your smile to fall and your brows furrow in confusion. “What the hell is that? That doesn’t look like an angel!” You pouted as Alex laughed at you.

The two of  you spent another hour or so alternatively playing in the snow and walking around the grounds, occasionally running into a few other residents of the X mansion who had also noticed it was snowing.

“Come on, let’s go back inside.” Alex suggested, starting to feel how late it was.

“Aw, but-”

“We can have hot chocolate and watch the snow next to that fire you had going.” He suggested, smiling at you.

You nodded, “Ok! Snow is so much fun! I can’t believe I missed out on this my whole life!”

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(February)

As you were walking to lunch, having to go through the courtyard, you walked under a large shady tree, little tufts of snow falling from its branches even though it hadn’t snowed in two or three days. The snow on the ground had been plowed into large piles to the side of walkways and as it began to melt from exposure to the sun, the water would puddle in the shade of the trees, where it froze again. Thus, one thing you knew you were walking to the cafeteria and the next you saw your own feet in front of you and found yourself on the ground with a bruised behind. A few people held back sniggers, someone was kind enough to help you up, but you were still fuming.

“Damn it! John! Amara! One of you firey people should just melt this shit!! Snow is the worst.” You grumbled to yourself as you kept on your way to meet Alex for lunch, where he would hear your complaints about the snow too.  

[dalvarado8987]

March 18, 2013

Phone rings, I already know who it is. The only call I’ve been waiting for all day. Turning 24 was no big deal. It should have been since the love of my life was supposed to be at home celebrating with me. He promised he would be home before my birthday. I could not be angry at him because it is out of his hands, but I was angry at the world.

“Everything is going to be OK, I’ll be home in sixteen days…I love you and I will see you soon”

You can hear it in his voice he wasn’t completely sure that was true either but he was trying to cheer me up. We were waiting for the prison nurse to draw blood. He knew once they drew blood from him it was a wrap and his release date was sealed.

“I shipped your dress outs, are you sure they’ll give them to you?”

This was the first time I’ve ever had to deal with any prison rules and prison politics, writing letters waiting on calls that couldn’t extend past fifteen minutes unless they came from a cell phone. Which I was never allowed to call back. I was definitely winging it. I was putty and Drew was the molder.

“Yea, they have to give them to me, this isn’t county Jail you don’t walk out with what you came in with. Are you going to pick me up?”

He’d asked me this question about a hundred times within the last 90 days.

“You already know I’m not”

It was a subject we’ve touched plenty of times and he knew for one I did not have a dependable car and two there’s no way I’m driving alone ten hours up north when he could take a bus to Los Angeles to see his parents then come home. And again he sounded upset.

“It’s OK I guess. Just get me a greyhound ticket from LA. To Vegas for that weekend”

And I did. Everything was set accordingly, his closet was organized, new shoes new Levis, new t shirts. That week before he came home I would have his phone activated. I just wanted him to be set, to not have to worry about small things and just focus on not getting locked up and be able to relax then think about what we’re going to do about a career choice.

those were MY PLANS.....

mine