field nearby

2

-he’s the most protective teddy bear ever

-being one of the only people who can get a rare smile out of him

-he gets so embarrassed by his love for you though

-like he’s supposed to be this tough guy and then he’s a puppy when you’re around

-lingering touches because every touch could be your last

-everyone getting adorable-overload when they see you together

-sharing a tent/room

-him being a human heater, seriously that boy is hot

-his hands are huge also so when he cups your face for kisses its amazing, or when his hands are on your hips, or just any time because hands

-hugs where he never wants to let go

-he’d never want you you go on dangerous missions though, unless he was there to make sure nothing happened

-he would not trust your safety to anyone other than himself

-sometimes he’d get you flowers from a nearby field

-or just any present he could manage

-he’d be a hand holder

-the happiest anyone ever sees him is when he’s with you

-private conversations in deserted corridors

-stolen kisses before missions

-yeah he’d be a face grabber for kisses

-sometimes you two have a day where you just lay in bed and try to forget everything else

-being good friends with Octavia

-Bellamy adoring you for being good friends with Octavia

-she’d constantly be bugging him about asking you to marry him

-he’d find little treasures, maybe a ring, and he’d ask you

-he’d always find cute dates for the two of you (because nothing but the best for his queen)

-him reading late at night while you sleep on his chest

-finding books for him because you know how much he loves to read

-him telling you stories about history

-reading in that voice of his to you while you try to fall asleep, his voice being the last thing you hear until you sleep

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The Columbine High School Massacre

One of the most infamous school shootings in US history and one of the most frequently talked-about subjects in the true crime community, the Columbine High School Massacre was a tragedy that definitely left a mark on the world. This post is going to explain in detail the events of the shooting. 


On the morning of April 20, 1999, two Columbine students put their year-long plans into action. Eric Harris, 18, and Dylan Klebold, 17, arrived at their high school separately around 11:10am. Both were heavily armed with guns, knives, and several home-made pipe bombs. Harris carried a Hi-Point model 995 carbine rifle and a sawed-off pump-action shotgun, while Klebold was armed with a Tech-DC9 9-mm semi-automatic handgun and an additional sawed-off double barrel shotgun. The pair wore their usual attire of black trench coats, as well as personalized t-shirts. Klebold’s black t-shirt displayed the word “WRATH” in bright red lettering, while Harris wore a white t-shirt with the words “NATURAL SELECTION”. When the two arrived at Columbine High School, they each parked their cars on each side of the school cafeteria’s entrance, as the cafeteria was their main target. 

Photo: The knives of which Harris and Klebold were armed with.

Photo: The firearms used in the massacre.


Prior to arriving at the school, Harris and Klebold had planted a small fire bomb in a nearby field. This bomb was set to detonate at 11:14am and was intended to be a distraction for firefighters and emergency services. Luckily this bomb only partially exploded, causing a small fire that was quickly extinguished by the fire department. Back at the school, the vehicles of each perpetrator contained additional bombs set to explode at noon. Harris and Klebold first entered the school to plant two 20-pound propane bombs, which were concealed in duffle bags, in the cafeteria. This action was not caught on the school’s security footage due to the tapes being switched out. These bombs were set to blast at 11:17am. The strategy of the perpetrators was to eliminate the majority of the school population during the busiest lunch time, then execute any remaining survivors.


When duo returned to each of their cars to await the explosion, Harris encountered Brooks Brown, a fellow student. The two had a history of conflicts with each other, but they had recently made amends. Brown approached Harris, remembering that he had been absent from an important class test. After mentioning this, Harris stated “It doesn’t matter anymore”, and continued on saying, “Brooks, I like you now. Get out of here. Go home.” Brown nervously decided to walk away and later heard what sounded like gunshots.


Fortunately the propane bomb explosions failed to occur. It was later discovered that if they had exploded with full power, all 488 people present in the cafeteria at the time would have been killed, or at the least severely injured. The ceiling also could have collapsed, dropping the school’s library onto the cafeteria. When the bombs failed to detonate, Harris and Klebold decided to proceed with their plans. They approached the west entrance of the school at 11:19am, throwing a pipe bomb in the direction of Rachel Scott and Richard Castaldo. The two friends were having lunch together when Castaldo noticed an object being thrown towards them. The pipe bomb only partially exploded, causing Castadlo to assume that this was merely a senior prank. Harris then yelled “Go! Go!” according to a witness, and both shooters retrieved guns from their trench coats. They first began to shoot at Scott and Castaldo. Rachel Scott is believed to have been shot first, ultimately a total of four times, by Harris. She was killed instantly. Castaldo was shot eight times in the arm, chest and abdomen. He became paralyzed below the chest and fell into unconsciousness.


Following this, Harris removed his coat and shot in the direction of three students ascending from a staircase. The students were Daniel Rohrbough and Sean Graves, both 15, and Lance Kirklin, 16. All three were hit and wounded. Meanwhile, inside of the school cafeteria, students had heard the commotion outside and believed they were witnessing a senior prank. A teacher by the name of Dave Sanders realized that the school was really being attacked and took immediate action. Sanders successfully evacuated the majority of the students in the cafeteria and continued to secure as much of the school as possible. Back outside the school, the perpetrators began firing towards five students sitting on a grassy hillside. A 15-year-old boy named Michael Johnson was shot in the face, arm, and leg, but was able to run and escape. Mark Taylor, 16, was shot in the arms, chest, and leg; he fell to the ground. The remaining three students were able to get away unharmed.


It was at this time that Dylan Klebold approached the injured Lance Kirklin, who was weakly calling for help. Klebold shot him in the face after saying “Sure, I’ll help you”. Kirklin miraculously survived. Sean Graves, who was paralyzed below the waist, had crawled through the doorway of a cafeteria entrance and collapsed. Daniel Rohrbough, who had already been fatally shot by Harris minutes before, was shot again at close range in the upper chest by Klebold. The same gunman then walked over the injured body of Sean Graves, entering the cafeteria (possibly to check on the propane bombs inside). Eric Harris shot at numerous students sitting near the cafeteria’s entrance, seriously wounding Anne-Marie Hochhalter, 17, as she attempted to flee. Klebold afterwards met back up with Harris and the two fired at students near a soccer field; nobody was hit. The shooters then walked towards the west entrance once more, throwing pipe bombs (most of which failed to explode).


As Harris and Klebold were approaching the doors, so was art teacher Patti Nielson and Brian Anderson, a 17-year-old student. Nielson had noticed the pandemonium and was intending to tell the perpetrators to “knock it off”, as she also assumed they were pulling a prank or filming a video. When Anderson opened the first set of double doors, the shooters fired at the windows. Nielson was hit in the shoulder with shrapnel and Anderson was hit by flying glass. Nielson immediately rushed into the school library, warning everyone about the dangers; the injured Anderson stayed behind. Nielson instructed those in the library to get underneath tables and stay quiet, afterwards calling 911.


Deputy Neil Gardner, an armed full-time Student Resource Officer, was contacted through his radio at 11:22am. Gardner’s assistance had been requested in the school’s senior parking lot and while driving there it was reported that a female was down. As he arrived at the parking lot at around 11:24am, another call was heard on his radio: “Neil, there’s a shooter in the school”. When Eric Harris noticed Deputy Gardner, he immediately fired at him using his carbine rifle. Harris fired a total of ten shots at Gardner, who was approximately 60 yards away. When Harris diverted his eyes to reload his firearm, Gardner returned four rounds of fire. However, Gardner was not wearing his prescription glasses and was unable to hit the shooter. Harris then entered the school building; no one was injured during this standoff.


Within just the first five minutes of the massacre, two students had been killed, ten were wounded, and one of the shooters had endured a firefight with an armed officer. 


For the next several minutes Harris and Klebold walked through the school, throwing pipe bombs and shooting at anyone who encountered them. It was then that Klebold shot student Stephanie Munson in the ankle. Regardless of her injuries, she was able to flee from the school. The gunmen shot out several windows and continued to fire at students they spotted while making their way through the halls, ultimately failing to hit anyone. 


Another firefight erupted between two newly arrived deputies and Eric Harris, but again no one was harmed. In the meantime Dave Sanders and another student were still securing the school. They came across the shooters and quickly ran in the opposite direction as they were shot at. The student was able to get away unharmed, but Sanders suffered two gunshot wounds to the chest. When the shooters left, Sanders began struggling towards a classroom holding 30 students. When the injured Sanders entered the classroom, students there placed a sign in a window for authorities and medical services. The sign read “1 bleeding to death”.


Despite the circumstances, teachers were able to recruit a student named Aaron Hancey and brought him to the location of Dave Sanders. Hancey had first aid knowledge, and with the help of student Kevin Starkey and teacher Teresa Miller, was able to conduct procedures on Sanders for a full three hours or so. They tried to stem the blood loss using the shirt of various students while also maintaining contact with officials outside. 


Now, at 11:29am, the worst part of the massacre would take place. Patti Nielson had been speaking with emergency services on the phone since approximately 11:25am, and stayed on the line during the entire attack on the library, recording the events. Harris and Klebold first threw two bombs into the library hallway, damaging lockers. After this they entered the library itself, where a total of 56 people were present. Harris yelled “Get up!” at a volume so loud that he can be heard on the 911 recording. Later reports from witnesses claim that the perpetrators then also yelled “All jocks stand up! We’ll get the guys in white hats!”. 


When nobody stood up in response to the gunmen, Harris shouted “Fine, I’ll start shooting anyway!”. He first used his shotgun, firing twice at a desk; Evan Todd was hit by wood splinters, but wasn’t seriously injured. Harris and Klebold then walked to the opposite end of the library, towards two rows of computers. Klebold murdered Kyle Velasquez, 16, firing at his head and back. Both of the shooters then reloaded their weapons. Harris spoke to Klebold, saying “Let’s go kill some cops”, and the two proceeded to shoot at police through a window; the officers fired back. No injuries occurred during this exchange. Klebold afterwards fired his shotgun at a table, injuring Patrick Ireland, Daniel Steepleton, and Makai Hall. He then removed his trench coat while Harris fired his shotgun underneath a table without looking. He hit Steven Curnow, 14, in the neck, killing him.


Following this Harris fired under another table, injuring Kacey Ruegsegger, 17. The bullet went through her right shoulder, as well as her hand, and grazed her neck, severing a major artery. When Ruegsegger began to gasp in pain, Harris told her “Quit your bitching.” Next the gunman walked over to a different table and knocked on the surface twice. He then knelt to the ground, saying “peek-a-boo” before firing a single shot into the head of Cassie Bernall. When shooting Bernall, Harris had been holding onto his shotgun with only one hand, causing the weapon hit his face in recoil; he broke his nose as a result. 


After the execution of Cassie Bernall, Harris turned to another table and asked Bree Pasquale if she wanted to die. Pasquale simply replied with a plea for her life. It was reported that at this time Harris seemed disorientated; this was likely a result of the heavy bleeding from his broken nose. During this encounter with Pasquale, the other perpetrator witnessed Patrick Ireland attempting to provide aid for another wounded student. Ireland’s head rose above the table and Klebold shot him a second time; Ireland was hit twice in the head and once in his foot. Thankfully Ireland survived this, but he fell unconscious. Klebold then discovered more students -who were also popular athletes- hiding underneath a single table. These three students were Isaiah Shoels, 18, Matthew Kechter, 16, and Craig Scott (the younger brother of Rachel Scott), 16. Klebold attempted to pull Shoels out from under the table as he called to Harris. Using Harris’ nickname, Klebold shouted “REB! There’s a nigger over here!”. Harris then left Pasquale behind and joined his partner.


As reported by witnesses, the perpetrators insulted Shoels for a time, making derogatory racial remarks. Moments later Harris shot Shoels in the chest, killing him. Klebold opened fire as well, murdering Matthew Kechter. “Who’s ready to die next?” Harris afterwards yelled. Throughout this exchange, Craig Scott laid unharmed in his friend’s blood, fearing death. A carbon dioxide bomb was thrown by Harris in the direction of Patrick Ireland, Makai Hall, and Daniel Steepleton. The bomb landed on Steepleton’s thigh, but was quickly thrown away by Hall. After these events Harris walked over to a bookcase, jumped on it, and began to shake it. He additionally fired a random shot in that general area while Klebold walked around and shot at a display case next to the library door.


Klebold then began shooting at the table closest to him. He hit Mark Kintgen, 17, in the head and shoulder. Lisa Kreutz and Valeen Schnurr, both 18, were injured next, getting hit with the same gunshot blast. After this Klebold moved towards the same table, shooting and killing Lauren Townsend, 18, with his Tech-DC9 handgun. When Schnurr, who was suffering from serious injuries, began to scream “Oh my God, oh my God!”, Klebold asked if she believed in the existence of God. When she replied yes, the shooter asked her “Why?” before leaving the table. At this time Harris knelt down at a table, dismissing two girls as “pathetic”. He then approached another table and fired two shots; Nicole Nowlen and John Tomlin, both 16 years old, were injured. As Tomlin tried to move away from the table, Klebold kicked him and Harris mocked his attempt to escape. Tomlin was shot repeatedly and murdered by Klebold.


Harris walked back to where Lauren Townsend lay dead and found Kelly Fleming, 16, hiding behind a table rather than under it due to lack of space. She was shot in the back by Harris, and died instantly. The gunman fired again, hitting the already deceased Lauren Townsend and the injured Lisa Kreutz. The shooters then proceeded to the center of the library and again reloaded their weapons. Harris took notice to a student hiding nearby and asked him to identify himself. This student identified himself as John Savage, who had came to the library to study earlier in the day. Savage identified himself with the belief that the shooters were only targeting jocks, which he himself was not, in an attempt to save his own life. Savage questioned Klebold, asking what they were doing, and Klebold plainly answered “Oh, just killing people”. After this Savage asked if they were going to kill him. Possibly due to the sound of a fire alarm, Klebold asked “What?” and he repeated his question. Klebold hesitated, but told him to leave. Savage immediately fled from the library, running quickly as he feared the shooters may change their minds about letting him go. He made it out of the school safely.


Daniel Mauser would lose his life next. After Savage’s escape, Harris turned and fired his carbine rifle at Mauser, grazing his ear. Mauser, 15, then bravely fought back. He shoved a chair at Harris, but the shooter fired again and fatally hit him in the face at close range. Both perpetrators then moved south, firing randomly at another table, where they critically injured Jennifer Doyle and Austin Eubanks, 17. Corey DePooter, 17, the final victim of the massacre, was also murdered here. He died at approximately 11:35am and was later acknowledged for keeping his friends calm during the attack.


There were no further injuries after the death of DePooter. Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold murdered 10 people and injured 12 in the library. 34 people remained there unharmed. It was eventually revealed that the shooters had enough ammunition to have killed everyone in the library.


Witnesses reported that at this time Klebold said “Maybe we should start knifing people, that might be more fun”. The shooters moved to the library’s main counter and Harris threw a Molotov cocktail towards another end of the library, but it failed to explode. Harris and Klebold then walked over to where Evan Todd had hid after being initially wounded. They mocked Todd and demanded to see his face. Todd only partially lifted his white hat, and Klebold asked for a reason to not kill him. “I don’t want trouble”, Todd had said. The gunman further taunted the student, saying “You used to call me a fag. Who’s a fag now?!”. The perpetrators continued this momentarily, debating whether or not to murder Todd, ultimately walking away.


Possibly due to Harris’ disorientation the two decided to leave the library at 11:36am. Before exiting, Klebold fired a shot into an open library staff room, where he hit a small television. He also grabbed a chair and slammed it down on top of the counter directly above where Patti Nielson was hiding. With great fear and caution, survivors in the library began to evacuate through the north door, leading them to a sidewalk next to the west entrance of the school. Kacey Ruegsegger was evacuated from the library by Craig Scott; if she had not been evacuated at that time, Ruegsegger likely would have died from her injuries. The injured and unconscious Patrick Ireland and the injured Lisa Kreutz were unable to move and therefore remained in the school.


Teacher Patti Nielson joined student Brian Anderson and three library staff members in the staff break room that Klebold had previously fired shots into. They locked themselves in this room where they remained until approximately 3:30pm, when they were evacuated. Meanwhile the gunmen walked through the building, causing a small fire in an empty storage closet which was quickly put out and shooting into an empty science classroom. Soon they reentered the cafeteria. Harris knelt down and fired towards one of the propane bombs in a failed attempt to detonate it. He also took a sip from a drink that was left behind in the cafeteria while Klebold examined one of the propane bombs. 


As the two shooters departed the cafeteria, Klebold threw a Molotov cocktail, which exploded and partially detonated one of the propane bombs at 11:46am. Within minutes, about one gallon of fuel was ignited in the same area, causing a fire which was extinguished by the school’s fire sprinklers. After leaving the cafeteria Harris and Klebold returned to the hallways, shooting aimlessly. As they wandered, the shooters occasionally approached classroom doors, looking inside. They made make eye contact with those inside, but did not attempted to enter any of the rooms. At one point the gunmen reloaded their weapons near the room where Dave Sanders was being attended to. Aaron Hancey later spoke about jumping away from the classroom door’s window, and how those moments were some of the scariest for him during the entire massacre.


The perpetrators arrived at a bathroom and the taunted students inside, making remarks such as “We know you’re in there” and “Let’s kill anyone we find in here”. Neither shooter attempted to enter the restroom and no one there was harmed. Around 11:55am Harris and Klebold entered the cafeteria once more. They briefly entered the school kitchen, then went back up a staircase and into the school’s south hallway. Harris and Klebold finally entered the library at 12:02pm. They began shooting at police officers outside, who returned fire, but as before no one was injured.


At 12:08pm, approximately 49 minutes after the beginning of the massacre, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold committed suicide. Patti Nielson suddenly heard the two shout in unison, “One! Two! Three!”. These words were followed by the sound of gunfire. Harris had fired his shotgun through the roof of his mouth, and Klebold had pulled the trigger as he held his Tech-DC9 handgun up to his left temple.


By 1:09pm SWAT teams had entered the school, going through each classroom individually, discovering and evacuating hidden students and faculty members. At 2:38pm, the injured Patrick Ireland had been able to crawl to the library’s windows. Since being shot by Klebold, he had regained and lost consciousness several times. Ireland stretched himself out of a broken window, intending to be caught by two members of the SWAT team who were standing on top of an emergency vehicle. However, Ireland suddenly fell and landed on the roof of the vehicle. Lisa Kreutz, injured and still in the building, kept track of time by listening to the school’s bells until she was evacuated. Kreutz, along with Patti Nielson, Brian Anderson, and the three library staff members, were safely evacuated by authorities around 3:22pm.


Despite Aaron Hancey and other’s attempts to aid Dave Sanders, he unfortunately passed away by 3:00pm. Sanders was the only teacher to die in the massacre.


A total of 15 lives were lost, including the two lives of the shooters. An additional 24 people were injured; 21 of these injuries were a result of gunfire and the other three occurred while fleeing the school. 188 rounds of ammunition in all were fired by the two perpetrators; 121 by Harris and 67 by Klebold. The police also fired 141 rounds of ammunition during the gunfights with the shooters. Columbine High School was declared safe at 4:30pm, and additional explosives were discovered by authorities in the following hours. After some findings, the sheriff decided to mark the entire school as a crime scene. The bodies of the deceased were still inside of the building at the time. Throughout the late hours of the day, the bodies were removed from the school grounds and taken to the Jefferson County Coroner’s Office where they would be identified and autopsied. It was around 5:00pm when the names of most of the perished were released.

okay so today was senior prank day at my high school.

there was the usual bouncy-house, blocking out the teacher’s parking lot, jumping off the third floor and onto the bouncy-house, painting stuff on the windows, etc. except this time some people brought cows in from a nearby field and released them into the school.

They released four cows into the school and we’ve only found three.

so now the whole school is on this manhunt (cowhunt?) looking for these damn cows please help us.

Imagine...Getting Lazy

Originally posted by bottomnoctis

Request: Hey! So glad your requests are open! So I wonder if you could write DeanxReader, where the reader thinks that Dean doesn’t love her anymore because he doesn’t touch her like he used to and isn’t as flirty as he used to be with her? But it turns out that he thinks the same about her and he is just unsure how to handle the situation and it all ends fluffy?

Pairing: Dean x reader


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A Way to You Again: Part 7

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Panic Attacks

Word Count:  1350

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Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. 

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Originally posted by sansqstark

The next few minutes were a blur of me screaming expletives shrilly at Steve. “STEVEN FUCKING GRANT ROGERS – YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I yelled as I punched him in the arm.

“Hey! We could wreck! Maybe take it out on me later?” he asked as he rolled his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked – trying to keep my voice level and failing miserably.

He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Look – I’ve known Buck for a long time. He’s miserable without you, but he thinks you’re better off without him. He was driving himself crazy about it but refused to even listen to Tony when he said he knew where you were. He’s stubborn – there’s just no way around it,” he explained defensively – keeping an eye on me to make sure no further punches were in his immediate future.

“So… so he has no idea I’m coming?” I asked nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.

“No,” Steve responded matter-of-factly. “But I can assure you he will be relieved when he sees you,” he added.

“Steve, pull over for a second,” I choked out as pure panic gripped me.

“Oh come on, Y/N! You can’t drive!” he whined.

“Pull over!” I yelled. The urgency in my voice finally prompted him to oblige. I jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped and ran into the nearby field where I promptly fell to my knees and vomited. I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaking hand as I rose unsteadily to my feet. So Bucky didn’t initiate this. He hadn’t even tried. His best friend was fighting for me and he wasn’t even trying. As I trudged back to the car I wished that I had never agreed to come back. I was better off alone.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked quietly as I climbed back into my seat and closed the door behind me.

“Why didn’t you tell me Steve?” I asked as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

He was quiet for a moment before he turned to me. “Because I knew you would never come back if I told you. What kind of friend would I be to either of you if I sat by idly and let you both ruin this?” When I looked into his eyes I knew that he meant it. He wanted so desperately for things to be fixed, but for some reason I doubted it would ever happen. I smiled at him weakly as he pulled the car back onto the interstate. The sudden feeling of panic had completely drained my energy. I resolved myself to finally lay my head back down on my makeshift pillow and close my eyes wearily. Within minutes I had fallen fast asleep.


“Y/N,” Steve whispered as he shook me softly. I grunted in reply. Why was he being so persistent in trying to wake me up? I just wanted to sleep a little longer.

“Go away,” I muttered grumpily as I tried to shoo his hands away from my arm.

“We’re here,” he finally said out of exasperation. This caused me to wake fully with a start.

“Oh,” I muttered nervously as I looked around the parking garage of Stark Tower. Bucky’s motorcycle was parked two spaces down – my heart almost jumped through my chest when I saw it.

“I’ll get your bags,” Steve responded as I exited the car.

The elevator ride was mostly quiet. Even after the nearly four-hour nap I had taken on the way to the tower I was exhausted. More than anything I wanted to escape to my room, take a long hot shower, and rest. The idea of seeing Bucky after the long drive was exhausting within itself. As the elevator doors opened we were greeted with laughter from the common room.

“Yo! Y/N!” Sam yelled from the couch – waving at me. “How was your vacation?” I smiled warmly at him and saw Tony turn to face me from one of the many chairs in the room. He offered me a small wink of hello. He had kept up the façade for me, god bless him, no one but those involved knew.

“It was great Sam, thanks,” I managed to respond back quietly.

“Who are you talking to?” Bucky called to Sam as he walked out of the kitchen – Natasha following closely behind. Sam didn’t have time to respond before Bucky’s eyes found me – the plate of food he had been carrying fell to the floor and shattered.

“Hi Buck,” I responded quietly, averting my eyes from him.

“Dude, what the fuck? You need help carrying your food around, grandpa?” Sam chastised as Bucky scrambled to the floor to carefully pick up the shards of glass and food that now littered it. It gave me an easy out.

“Well the drive was exhausting so I’m… erm… gonna head to my room to rest for awhile. I’ll be up in a few hours,” I muttered as I turned on my heel and fled towards the hallway that led to our rooms.

“Don’t forget – team dinner and meeting at seven!” Tony called casually behind me. I sighed as I neared my door— It wasn’t going to be easy to hideout in my room after all.


“Are you okay?” Steve whispered as he closed the door to my room behind him.

“Um.. yeah… I think so,” I responded lamely as I shifted uneasily. The sight of Nat being so close to Bucky made me want to scream.  “I think I’m just going to take a shower and sleep for a few more hours. I feel exhausted,” I muttered.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll make sure you’re up for the meeting.” Steve smiled warmly at me as he opened the door.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Will you lock the door before you close it, please?” He smiled sadly before turning the lock and closing the door behind him.

I sighed shakily as I sat on the corner of my bed. The last night I had spent in this room had been with Bucky and things had been so perfect. Now everything was all twisted up, and I didn’t know if there was a way to fix it. I pushed off the bed and headed to the shower – determined that it was exactly what I needed.


“What the hell were you thinking, Buck?” I could hear Steve’s raised voice through the wall. Dinner was less than an hour away so I grudgingly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Since Bucky’s room shared a wall with mine it was impossible to not hear the conversation that was unfolding on the other side.

“I don’t know, Steve,” Bucky responded gruffly.

“How about you try better than that?” Steve had hidden his anger pretty well for me, but he wasn’t holding back on his friend. It was the maddest I had ever heard him.

“Listen, I was lonely. You know what that’s like, right? She was there, and it was just a casual thing. It happened a few times… I know I shouldn’t have let it, but it did. I knew it was wrong so I ended it.”

“And then you did the same thing to Y/N?” Steve asked incredulously.

“It… No. I know it looks the same, but it isn’t. She’s different. It’s different with her. Well… it was different with her,” he added sadly.

“This is your mess, Buck. You better make it right with her,” Steve added before the slam of Bucky’s door rattled the wall.

There was a gentle knock at my door that caused me to shoot up out of the bed. “Who is it?” I asked nervously.

“It’s me,” Steve’s voice replied softly from the other side of the door. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I called as I grabbed a zip up sweater and put it on absentmindedly. I opened the door and could immediately feel the tension rolling off of Steve.

“Are you okay?” I asked cautiously.

“Yeah, let’s get to dinner,” he responded as I followed him out of the room.


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goblin!jinyoung

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

  • for the request for spirit!jinyoung!! i changed it up quite a bit as you can see, so hopefully you like the idea
  • this is also heavily based off goblin, the kdrama, but it doesn’t follow the same storyline, so much as it just uses its definition of the goblin and life consequences of the goblin

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Is Bed Sharing Altruistic?

Part One of the Great Fic Writer Scavenger Hunt

In a rare twist of fate, Castiel was actually in the same vicinity as the Winchesters when another mass hunter’s gathering was announced. Evidently other hunters had no problem with networking. According to Mary, the gatherings happened at least once a month, with plenty of hunting tips, advice for hospitals that would look the other way with injuries and, more importantly, plenty of free beer.

While Dean still preferred to keep his distance, Sam rather enjoyed the few gatherings they’d manage to attend. In part because the guy geeked out over any transfer of knowledge, and in part because a certain Eileen was often present as well.

“Besides,” Sam argued as he packed his duffel, “It would be nice for other people to meet Cas for a change, being an angel and all.”

Dean glared. Sam had a good point. “Fine,” he muttered, before turning to Cas, who merely watched their conversation with confusion, “But we’re going to get you in some new clothes before we go.”

“Why?” Castiel tilted his head, protectively brushing his white and blue striped tie.

“Cuz we want you to come off as relatable,” Dean rolled his eyes, “And you aren’t doin’ that looking like an accountant. So.” He gestured vaguely with his hands in an attempt to make his point.

Castiel opened and closed his mouth, trying to come up with something to say before meekly poking his head into Sam’s closet instead. Sam chuckled, setting down a shirt he was folding. “You’ll have better luck wearing Dean’s stuff.”

With a very serious expression, Castiel emerged from the closet with a nod and wordlessly made his way into Dean’s room.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! It' my first time to make a request ^^ Can you make a scenario of hoshi? Make it super angst but fluff in the end. You can do whatever you want I just want to cry right now lmao btw I love your blog 😘

- kwon soonyoung is immortal
- he’s lived for over two hundred years now and he’s somehow still not bored??
- with every new era, he just finds something new to do and someplace new to explore
- he meets many different people and makes new friends
- and it’s just so easy for him because he’s so funny and cute and kind and everyone who meets him automatically loves him
- you may ask HOW is soonyoung immortal??
- we’re going to get into the magic now ok so basically when he was born, words were tattooed on his wrist which said the words “you’re my hero” and turns out they’re the first words his soulmate would ever tell him
- he would grow until he’s 22 years old and then aging would stop for him
- once he finds his soulmate, and if they loved him back, then he would age
- that was the contract. if he couldn’t find them, he’d be cursed to roam the earth forever
- so it’s the joseon dynasty and soonyoung is a foreigner to this little village where he sees this suspicious-looking person jump over a fence and he’s like well this should be fun
- he silently follows them and looks over the fence to see the person practicing their sword-fighting and he’s like WOAH THEY’RE SO COOL
- he overhears two guards approaching and one of them is like “hey we should probably go check if someone’s behind that fence, the queen specifically ordered that anyone found be brought to her”
- and soonyoung’s like NOT HAPPENING and he jumps over the fence and grabs the sword-fighter’s hand who looks at him like ??? UM WHO ARE YOU
- soonyoung’s like “shhh stay down!!” and he pulls them behind this stack of torn-up dummies and chipped wood the sword-fighter probably created while practicing
- they’re both down while the guards walk around the area, and they shift a little closer when one of the guards walks a little too close to the pile
- luckily the guards leave, and soonyoung and the person let out a sigh of relief
- they both sit up and look at each other before bursting into laughter
- soonyoung says “that was close huh?’
- the person nods and says “you’re my hero”
- and soonyoung’s world just stops
- he looks down at his wrist, at the words written on his skin….. and he SMILES because he found his soulmate!!!
- he doesn’t immediately tell them that in fear of scaring them off so instead he says “if it’s all right….. would i be able to meet you here every day?”
- the person just nods their head and says “i’ll be here. you can call me (name)”
- “i’m soonyoung!! it’s nice to meet you!!”
- and they both become acquaintances, meeting there every day, just talking and laughing and soonyoung even learns how to sword-fight a little
- one day soonyoung gets called up to the palace and he’s like WHAT DID I DO I WAS SUPPOSED TO LIVE A QUIET LIFE
- but then he gets there…… and sees the sword-fighter in royalty clothing….. and his eyes just go wide
- he’s screaming internally like “OH MY GOSH I WAS SPEAKING INFORMALLY TO ROYALTY I’M GETTING EXECUTED IT’S OVER”
- but instead the queen says “i’ve been looking for someone to watch over (name) for a while now…. someone who could keep up with them, that is. and it seems they’ve chosen you”
- and so soonyoung becomes their knight or bodyguard i guess you could say, and he even gets a nice little room in the palace as per his soulmate’s order
- he’s more like babysitter though because theY’RE ALWAYS KEEPING HIS HANDS FULL
- they’re pretty rebellious royalty
- they’re always escaping the palace to practice their sword-fighting in that restricted area, out climbing trees in the nearby forest, freely running along the fields under the bright sun
- and soonyoung admires their bravery, their adventurous spirit…. it’s refreshing to watch, really
- one night before soonyoung can even get some sleep, he overhears someone trip in the hallway and he already knows who it is
- he gets up and slides open the door only to catch his soulmate standing frozen in front of his door
- soonyoung laughs “what is it now?”
- his soulmate grabs his hand and says “shhh let’s go” while pulling him forward
- they sneak out of the palace and go to the nearby field, where there’s a beautiful view of the night sky sprinkled with shining stars
- soonyoung knows all about constellations so he points at each one and tells his soulmate all about them and they’re so fascinated by it all
- when soonyoung finishes, his soulmate gives him the nickname hoshi
- “why hoshi??”
- “it means star in japanese. every time i look up at the night sky from now on, it’ll remind me of this moment”
- and the nickname just….. sticks
- soonyoung starts introducing himself as hoshi after that
- one night after sneaking out to the field again, his soulmate says “let’s get out of here” and hoshi sits upright and looks at them like…. “what did you say?”
- they say “let’s get out of here. you know…. explore the world? i’m sick of this place”
- hoshi screams “what?! we can’t—anyone caught outside the village’s borders gets killed how could you even think of that?!?!?!”
- his soulmate says “i sneak out every night and don’t get caught, i’m sure we could do it. besides, my mom wouldn’t kill her own child, and she loves you too much to kill you too. the worst thing that could happen is that we get dragged back here. and it honestly wouldn’t even matter if i left….. my sibling could take my place. they’re more fit for the throne anyway”
- hoshi KNOWS it’s such a horrible, risky idea
- if they do manage to escape….. how would the village react to an heir disappearing?
- there would be CHAOS
- but the thought of living an adventurous life….. growing old with his soulmate…… he makes the selfish decision of “let’s go”
- the next night, they pack up some food and clothes and head outside to meet up, making sure to disguise themselves and sneak past guards
- “i can’t believe this is happening” hoshi’s soulmate says
- and when he looks at them….. for the first time since he met them…… they’re smiling genuinely, and he’s starting not to worry anymore about their decision
- they spend a few days walking in the forest, taking breaks for meals, and sleeping under the stars
- but everything goes downhill when they finally pass the border
- “TRESSPASSERS”
- they’re caught by the guards of the neighboring village, and rather than giving in and being dragged all the way back to the palace, hoshi’s soulmate takes out their sword
- he’s like “ARE YOU CRAZY?!?! YOU SAID WE’D JUST GO BACK IF WE GET CAUGHT” and his soulmate says “i lied, there’s no way i’m going back there”
- hoshi, who really doesn’t want to fight, knows that they can’t fight alone and so joins in on the fight
- but they’re no match against six knights
- hoshi is being held down by three knights, while his soulmate clashes swords with the three others
- one of the knights say “drop your sword now or die” and obviously the rebellious royal says “never” and kicks the sword out of their hand before sending a swing at them, injuring their arm
- hoshi screams for his soulmate to stop
- but the world stops instead when one of the knights stabs their stomach
- hoshi screams at the top of his lungs and escapes the knights’ grasp as he rushes over to them
- “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!?” he screams, punching the guard who stabbed his soulmate down
- he of course ended up getting really injured, but he faked being unconscious and was left behind along with his soulmate
- the guards though they were dead so they didn’t bother taking them to their queen
- when the guards are out of sight, he quickly crawls over to his soulmate and lies their head on his lap
- “don’t die don’t die on me come on (name) you’ll be all right i promise you’ll be all right”
- but he knows it’s a lie, and his soulmate knows that very well too
- “why didn’t i just stop you…. if i wasn’t so selfish you’d….. we…..” hoshi cries, covering their wound with his hands but the blood keeps pouring out and their breathing is slowing down
- they place a hand over hoshi’s and smile “hoshi…. i’m sorry it turned out this way but….. thank you for everything you’ve done for me…. thank you for this little taste of adventure….”
- and their hand falls
- hoshi’s eyes widen and he tries to wake them up but…… nothing
- he sits there with them on his lap while his tears fall on their face while he cries “i’m sorry” over and over
- when night falls, he looks up at the stars and recalls that night they first snuck out together to watch the stars
- unable to withstand that painful memory, he takes back his real name soonyoung
- and he starts to hate stars
- the next morning, he buries his soulmate and places the healthiest flowers he can find on top of their grave
- he whispers “i love you” before getting up and leaving
- he decides to start over in a new village because going back would bring back too many painful memories
- many lonely years pass after the death of his soulmate and while he’s out running some errands, he passes by a crystal clear lake, where he stops to stare at
- but then he sees his reflection in the water and realizes
- he hasn’t aged a day
- his soulmate…… didn’t love him back
- they liked him. they liked him A LOT. but “like” is different from “love” and it isn’t enough to break the spell
- this news hits hoshi HARD because this means he would never age because they died
- he hated it……. he hated knowing that he ruined his one chance and now he would be alone for the rest of his life
- because he knew that he’d outlive any friend he makes
- the happy, energetic and smiley hoshi we all know
- is now the sad and lonely soonyoung
- fast forward a few centuries and it’s now modern day, and soonyoung is living a relatively normal life as a part-time choreographer for a dance school
- and one day this person he’s never seen before enters the dance studio wearing sunglasses and a hoodie and he’s like oh well must be a new student or something
- so soonyoung’s class is normal as usual; he turns on some music and continues with where he and his students left off last class
- when suddenly these two bodyguards enter through the doors and one of them says “we’re looking for (name)”
- and soonyoung’s students are all like omg!!!! (name) is here????
- soonyoung’s like “(name)?? as in the idol (name)?? why would they be here—” and his mouth opens slightly when he sees you place a hand over your lips going shhh!!!
- that’s right you’re the person with the sunglasses and hoodie
- one of the bodyguards says “don’t lie to us, we saw them enter through here” and soonyoung says “you must have made a mistake because only my students are allowed to enter this place” and so the guards just give up and leave
- you let out a sigh of relief when they leave and you shoot soonyoung a thumbs up
- soonyoung lets class end early that day and while you’re packing up your things, he walks over to you and laughs “that was close huh?”
- you laugh and say “you’re my hero”
- the world stops
- and after hundreds of years…… soonyoung’s eyes light up again
- he looks down at his wrist and stares at the tattoo for a while before looking up at you who’s still laughing about the whole thing
- but that’s when you sling your bag over your shoulder and say “it was nice meeting you. if it’s no trouble at all…. would i be able to come back again?” and soonyoung just nods his head while staying silent
- you wave goodbye as you leave the school and soonyoung’s lips curve into a genuine smile for the first time in forever
- he found you
- so you start passing by more often and you notice how good soonyoung is at dancing and honestly he interests you a lot to the point that you even contact him to be your personal choreographer
- and soonyoung doesn’t know what to say because…. this is all too familiar….. he feels like he’d just lose you again
- but he makes the final decision of yes because he realizes that maybe he was given a second chance to find his soulmate
- and this time
- he’ll make it work
- so he goes to your company the next day and you meet him at the door where you officially re-introduce yourself and you both head to the studio to start practice
- but then soonyoung realizes “wait. you don’t dance. you just…… sing. or they’re simple steps?”
- and you grin “so you do know a bit about me. i can’t dance at all….. which is absolutely pathetic considering i’m an idol huh? i was recruited for my voice. my dancing skills are non-existent”
- and you tell him that you always escape the building to clear your mind off of it because it stresses you a lot and hiding is the only thing you could do for now
- soonyoung realizes just how similar you are to his past soulmate but he realizes just how different you guys are too
- you both like to run from things you don’t think you could do
- for his past soulmate, it was ruling as the heir to the throne
- for you, it’s performing like an idol should
- soonyoung grins “okay well i’ll teach you how to dance. your comeback is in about three months right? i promise i’ll help you with dancing until then!”
- and for once, you feel confident in yourself
- he goes through the basics with you with simple choreo but it gets especially hard when you have to sing while dancing
- “how do you dance so amazingly?? it’s like you’ve been dancing for centuries”
- and soonyoung’s like “HA you have no idea”
- you say “you should be an idol too. you can sing and dance?? you’re a born star” after realizing what you said, you laugh and say “hey, what do you think of the nickname hoshi?”
- soonyoung freezes
- you continue “it means star in japanese!! i think it matches you well—”
- soonyoung firmly says “no.” and you look up to see his eyes covered by his bangs and his signature smile isn’t on his face like it always is. he continues “i… hate stars.”
- he ends practice early that day and you just wonder what you said that was so bad that made him this upset
- soonyoung immediately feels the regret after saying because WOW HE JUST FOUND HIS SOULMATE AGAIN YEARS LATER AND HE’S PUSHING THEM ASIDE
- but he always feels bad…. you’re his soulmate but…. is he falling for you only BECAUSE you are?? only BECAUSE you remind him of his past soulmate??
- he wants to change that…… he wants to love you for you
- dance practices are kind of awkward now and you both HATE it
- after a long day of practicing, you and soonyoung both part ways and you’re on your way home when you pass by the park and decide to go to your favorite spot to kill the time
- but then you notice that someone’s already there you’re like whO THE FRICK ARE YOU
- the person then turns around to reveal soonyoung
- he says “oh (name)! what are you doing here??” and you say “oh i…. usually go here to kill some time…. not really in the mood to head back yet”
- you walk over and sit next to soonyoung and it’s quiet at first until you ask “if you don’t mind me asking….. why do you not like stars?”
- and he just smiles sadly and says “let’s just say i used to know someone who loved them.” you notice that he said “used to” and you don’t say anything after that
- but one thing soonyoung doesn’t like is silence so he starts a conversation with you and it goes so smoothly
- you guys even find out you have so much in common and you laugh as he goes off about how much he loves shinee and fried chicken
- he then brings up the thing about you dancing by saying “so have you been coming by my dance school to hide from those bodyguards??”
- and you shake your head and say “it may seem like that but no….. the first time i came in was to hide form them but after that, i came willingly….” he asks why and you reply “BECAUSE you’re just so amazing when you dance. you really inspired me to actually work harder in dancing”
- and that’s it. soonyoung’s face warm up and he smiles widely at the compliment
- this becomes routine for you guys: intense dance practice, dinner, park.
- you both become really close because of this and time goes by way too fast because before you know it, you’re already standing backstage for your comeback performance, ready to go up in about thirty mins
- you’re panicking like “what if i forget the steps?? what if i get backlash for dancing so badly??”
- soonyoung notices your stress and leaves the room only to come back with a cold drink in hand
- he walks up to you and holds it against your cheek and you jump in surprise
- you turn around and he grins “don’t stress!! i know you’ll do great!!” and you just kind of blush as you open the can and drink from it
- you finish your drink and you’re called up to perform a few mins later
- you turn to soonyoung for reassurance one last time and he grins at you and says “do your best!”
- you get on stage and the whole audience is AMAZED by your dancing!!! you’ve proven yourself to be a hard-working and good performer!!!
- after the show, you can soonyoung decide to go to your usual spot and by then the sun just went down and stars begin appearing in the sky
- you look up worriedly and ask “is this all right?” and he says “it’s fine.”
- you say “so? do you think i did good?”
- soonyoung teases “ACTUALLY you were a beat off in the second chorus—”
- you’re like “HEY” and he says “I’M KIDDING I’M KIDDING YOU WERE GREAT LOL”
- you laugh and look up as stars start appearing in the sky and the moon is so bright and pearly that night
- you smile and tell him “it’s all thanks to you, soonyoung”
- and he’s as humble as ever and he says “no, you’re the one who worked hard to improve”
- you shake your head and say “without you, i don’t even know what i’d be doing now. it’s only been three months but it’s just…… been so fun with you…..”
- you turn to him and look into his 10:10 eyes while he gently places his hand over your cheek
- you both lean in and share a kiss under the night sky, pulling away after a while to look up at the stars once more
- and that’s when soonyoung realizes
- he doesn’t hate stars anymore
- you say “i think i love you, soonyoung” and he just grins and says “call me hoshi”
- one day, while you and hoshi are taking a walk in the park you suddenly run over to the little bridge connecting one part of the park to the other
- you’re waving hoshi over and when he makes it there, you point down at the water below you two and exclaim “i loved this place when i was younger!! i loved seeing all the pretty fish”
- while you’re watching the fish swim around in the lake, hoshi is just focused on one thing
- he aged
- he knows he did, even though the change is so small. he was shorter when you both first met, and now he towers at almost a head taller than you
- while you’re still watching the fish, he takes your hand which surprises you for a second
- you turn to him and see him still looking down at the waters, and you just smile and squeeze his hand a little tighter

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Lay Me Down

AN: This is Mor x Elain smut, and I have absolutely no regrets. NSFW.

SO. I would like to sort of revamp Sin Night. I know I’ll never be as awesome as fuckyeahazriel was, but I really enjoyed it! So. Every Thursday, I will take the headcanons and ideas and fantasies you inbox me and publish them with my thoughts. ON TOP of that, I will take my favorite one or two each week and publish extended fics about them. Like this one. You can send me sinful things ALL WEEK LONG whenever you want, and I will do my best to answer them ALL on Thursdays!!! So get sending, friends! No sin is too dirty <3

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Elain couldn’t help but grin as she tucked the beautifully blooming primrose into the woven basket on her arm. Its white petals joined the riot of color in the basket, back-dropped by every shade of spring green she could have imagined. The Night Court looked snowy and cold, but when it was kissed by Spring, when the sun bent to touch its nose to the ground and caress the earth with its fingers…She’d never seen a spring so beautiful in all her life.

Mor had been kind enough to take her to nearby fields of wildflowers, had been kind enough to point out the blooms native to Prythian, the ones native to the Night Court itself. She had never seen so many new species of flowers, had never had such access to their seeds, never been able to study their anatomy. Now, she supposed, she had all the time in the world. She had all the time she wanted to grow as many flowers as she wanted.

She stood and wiped the dirt from her fingers onto the front of her simple, cerulean cotton gown. It was an odd design—far freer and mobile than the designs she was used to in the human world, but she couldn’t say she minded it. She liked feeling the breeze dance on her legs, liked being able to simply undo a few buttons at her breast and tug the whole dress off, the way a man might have. She enjoyed the short, capped sleeves even more. It kept her arms more able to work, to pull up the flowers and put them back in the earth.

“Have you gotten all the flowers you wanted?”

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Part 5, part 5, part 5, part 5, part 5, part 5, part 5, part 5, part 5, part 5, part 5 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! I'm dying, please! Save me 😩

I am so so so sorry for keeping you guys waiting for like a million years. And I also want to thank everyone who sent in ideas, love you guys <3 It’s quite long by the way

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The bags were heavy with Smirnoff ice and cheap vodka, the only thing on his mind was getting drunk and hoping she would too, but looking up he stopped in his tracks, the car door was wide open, even from a distance he could tell the car was empty.Running over he looked around but she was gone, ‘someone must of taken her’ the first thought that ran through his head. Unable to fathom the idea that she would willingly leave him. Getting in the driver’s seat his hands were shaking as he tried to start the car “Fuck”, finally getting the engine to roar he pulled out and started driving in search of you

You hid at every passing car hoping Dylann wouldn’t drive past by. After hours of walking the sky slowly darkened and you didn’t have to hide anymore the darkness concealed you, but your eyes were adjusted and you could make out everything. Your legs were tired buckling occasionally till your legs gave out and your knees scraped against the concrete as you collapsed onto the sidewalk trying to catch your breath, although you couldn’t see it you could feel the blood oozing from your cut up knees so you sat down leaning against some building. Looking around, you didn’t know where you were before but now you definitely didn’t know where the fuck you were. Your eyes started to burn with tears, you were lost, why did you even leave. You felt like you were going crazy you wanted to escape and you did but another part of you wanted to go back to him, back to Dylann, your head hurt just from the thought. But you had to keep going, getting on your hands and knees you crawled your body to tired to stand. Slowly moving your muscles still ached but you had to looking up ahead you couldn’t believe it, you saw his car parked in front of some bar and your heart started to race. Maybe it wasn’t his you moved closer, you needed to make sure. Now in front of the car you used it to stand up, and your heart fluttered, it was his car and you were so tired you sat on the hood leaning back the cool metal soothing your aching muscles. You couldn’t escape Dylann he would find you sooner or later that’s what you told yourself to justify coming back and not because you missed him.

He asked various people, drunk and sober, if they had seen her, describing her appearance to almost everyone in the bar but no one had seen her, he sighed and walked out shaking his head in frustration where could she be. And looking up there she was laying back on the hood of his hyundai her hair a mess, cheeks red, and eyes closed, relief washed over his body and then anger as he stomped over and slammed his palm against the hood

“Where the fuck have you been” your eyes shot open as you sat up now face to face with Dylann his brows furrowed “Huh” you tried to think of something to say but his blue eyes stared into you making you look down letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and your voice came out weak “I..I…I” he grabbed your chin and made you look him “You what” he waited for you to reply but when you didn’t respond he let out a sigh “Just get in the fucking car” he ripped open the door and you willingly got in. Getting in the driver’s seat he didn’t even put on his seat belt before slamming on the gas, forcing you back into the seat.

He was speeding and swerving driving erratically down the empty rode you gripped the armrest as he drove off the road and into a nearby field, driving so far off  you couldn’t see the road anymore. Suddenly he slammed on the break causing you to lurch forward before you knew it Dylann was already out of the car on your side dragging you out of the car by your arms before tossing you down where you scraped your palms on twigs and rocks. You let your head hang down as you tried to gather your thoughts, looking back up you fell back as you were met with the end of his gun. Your wide eyes stared up at him in confusion but her only stepped closer his heavy boots crunching the ground beneath him with each step till he was literally standing over you his feet on either side of your waist before he slowly squatted down all his weight resting on your chest. You were surprised to see tears in his eyes “You left me” you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out “You fucking left after what I’ve done for you, and now, now you’re gonna get it” you could feel the cool tip of the gun against your forehead, it contrasted to the burning tears running down your cheeks, this was it, after all the complying and listening to him, you were going to die,just the thought made a ragged sob tear through your chest almost a scream, but you had no-one to blame but yourself , it was all your fault for coming back to him. But you couldn’t help it for some twisted reason your mind and body ached to go back to him, he made you feel safe which was ironic considering he was now looking at you with amusement in his blue eyes smiling as you cowered away from the gun he pointed at you “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” the tears were hot, burning your face as they ran down your cheeks “Don’t please I’m sorry I’ll never leave again” he stepped closer to you “I don’t believe you” the words left your lips before you could even think “But I came back, I came back for you, Dylann”

The Fake Boyfriend (Part 3)

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Summary: Reader bumps into a stranger and her life gets flipped upside down…

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I love this little series so much…


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Shower Singing
Vocals: Luke Hemmings

Guys I’m so sorry the audio had an error on it (good one tumblr…) so here it is again! ugh…

He Can Sing: Fred Imagine

It was the Christmas break and you were staying at the Burrow with the Weasley’s. You were staying for the full two weeks over Christmas, giving you enough time to get closer to Fred.

You , Ron, Fred and George all went out to play Quidditch in the nearby field, the teams being you and Ron against the Twins.

Fred and George being on the Gryffindor Team won the game, but Fred was sure to give you a few opportunities to score, too.

“You know, you’re not too bad, Y/n” Fred says as he walks next to you, his broom slung lazily over his shoulder, “Maybe just the two of us should have a game sometime”

As if you weren’t dirty enough, now it started to bucket down with rain. Ron and George had already made it inside, leaving you and Fred having to sprint back inside, splashing in the mud with every step.

“My goodness, Y/n, you must be freezing!” Molly cried as the two of you walked into the door, “Fred, wipe you feet”

Fred rolled his eyes as he took a step back and scuffed his feet on the door mat and you giggled.

“You two look like you need a good hot shower” Molly said, looking at the two of you with your arms crossed sodden clothes,

“I like the sound of that” Fred says suggestively wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him and winking,

“Not like that, Fred!” Molly exclaimed, swatting at Fred with her tea towel, “Get your mind out of the gutter!”

Fred laughed as he made his way up the stairs,

“Fred, you let Y/n have a shower first, you hear!” molly called out after him

“Not a chance, Mum!” Fred called back as he slammed the bathroom door behind him.

“Ugh, honestly,” Molly started, “With six other men in the house you’d think he’d have learnt to be a bit more of a gentleman…”

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While you waited for Fred to finish his shower, you decided on getting you dry clothes ready for when it was your turn to have a shower.

As you walk up to Ginny’s room, you walk past the bathroom and hear Fred… singing?

You press your ear up to the door, hoping to get a better listen. He’s not half bad…

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“Holy crap…” you say quietly to yourself, when suddenly,

“Y/n, what are you doing?” a voice asked from behind you. It was George.

You jump around out of fright to face George, fall backwards and crash into the door, causing it to fly open and you falling backwards into the bathroom.

Lying on the cold bathroom tiles, you look up to see a more than startled Fred, in nothing but a towel

George, at this point, was absolutely losing his shit, buckled over and howling with laugher. Ron and Ginny had now turned up to see what all the fuss was about, only seeing you lying on the floor with a terrified and half naked Fred.

“O-oh my god… Fred… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to… I was just… George, he…”

Nothing you could possibly say would be able to explain this.

“I was only joking when I told Mum we were going to shower together, if I had’ve known you were actually keen I would’ve waited for you”

George and Ron laughed even harder and Ginny made a disgusted vomit sound, while you remained on the floor and covered your now red face in your hands.

Fred bent down and extended his arm to help you off the floor. As he pulled you up he whispered in your ear, “I’ll be sure to leave the door unlocked next time”

in honor of national crayon day being yesterday, I wanted to say that I grew up about 15 minutes from the crayola crayon factory headquarters. they have an interactive crayon museum for kids, and my school always took us there on field trips. All the nearby schools did. I didn’t know a single person who hadn’t been to the crayola factory at least once, and most people had been to it closer to 5 times.

And I spent my entire life thinking that he crayola factory was this ubiquitous experience that everyone in the entire world could relate to, until I brought it up one one during my sophomore year of college and everyone looked at me like I was a lunatic because they’d never even heard of this place. Because the crayola factory only has one location in the entire world and I just happen to live 15 minutes from it. And I swear to god, my entire relationship with reality was questioned in that moment and I don’t think I’ll ever recover. I am never going to recover from the knowledge that hardly anyone can relate to my crayola factory experiences.

Mothman is a creature reportedly first seen in the Point Pleasant area of West Virginia on November 12th, 1966. On that day, five men, who were digging a grave at a cemetery near Clendenin, WV, claimed to see a man-like figure fly low over their heads.

On November 15th, 1966, two young couples from Point Pleasant told police they saw a large white creature with red glowing eyes. They described it as a “large flying man with ten-foot wings following their car while they were driving through a part of town known as ‘the TNT area’, the site of a former World War II munitions plant.

Shortly thereafter, two volunteer firemen sighted it and said it was a “large bird with red eyes”. Contractor Newell Partridge sighted it and stated that, when he aimed a flashlight at the creature in a nearby field, its eyes glowed “like bicycle reflectors.”

In Point Pleasant, following the aftermath of the December 15th, 1967 Silver Bridge collapse and the death of 46 people, there were no further Mothman reports, which gave rise to legends that the Mothman sightings and the bridge collapse were connected.

The first Annual Mothman Festival was held in Point Pleasant in 2002. A 12-foot-tall metallic statue of the creature was unveiled in 2003, and the Mothman Museum and Research Center opened in 2005. The Festival is a weekend-long event held on the 3rd weekend of every September.

anonymous asked:

1 from scullys pov and 80 for Mulder

1. Scully; When did you lose your virginity?

“Oh, Mulder. I don’t want to tell you. You either won’t believe me or you’ll get your hopes up,” Dana Scully laughs and it warms the room in an instant.

“Scully, don’t be such a tease! Now you have to tell me the story,” Fox Mulder smiles, leaning towards her resting a hand gently on her thigh, beaming with anticipation.

“Fox Mulder, I cannot believe I’m telling you this. I don’t want to hear a word about this ever spoken again,” she interrupts herself with an uncharacteristically dramatic sigh, followed immediately by a smile and a laugh so big you can feel it in your chest. “Okay. We were 16 and we were in love, of course, as all 16 year olds are. We snuck out one night; it was a school night. We brought a big blanket and we headed to a nearby field. But we didn’t go with the intention of having sex. We went– oh God, Mulder, if I tell you this you’ll never let me forget it. Okay. We went to look for UFOs because our friends said they had seen them in this particular field. And there you have it, Mulder. The awful truth. I lost my virginity while alien hunting with a scrawny 16 year old boy with messy brown hair and glasses too big for his face.”

Her teeth are showing as she smiles at him, waiting for his reaction, not knowing what words will be released from his devious grin.

“Scully, are you coming on to me?”


80. Mulder; Favorite sexual position?

Scully? I love it when you win our fights.”

“Mulder? Shut up,” Scully playfully tosses her retort back to him across the desktop. Sometimes his legs arrogantly propped up on this piece of shit desk they have to share only pisses her off. Today, however, it’s another story.

“I love it when you pull you win and then for good measure you pull your skirt up and fuck me, right where I’m sitting. Right here in my chair. Right here at this desk. Just to make sure I know you’ve won. That you win every time.”

Her small, pale hand covers her face as she attempts to hide her smile from him. With equal parts shyness and mischievousness, she answers him without looking up, “Mulder, I don’t quite believe that I’ve ever won an argument like that.”

Glancing up, she meets his eyes through pieces of hair falling in her face. He works his tongue, using it to spit a sunflower seed shell in the floor. His grin is wicked and she can feel his words reverberating in her bones as his deep, rumbling voice lolls lazily across his lips, “I sure as hell can guarantee you it would work, though, Scully.”

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On November 6th 2002, Caitlin and Terry Barnett returned home from school to a truly unthinkable sight.  Upon entering the bathroom the 2 children, aged just 11 and 14, discovered their mother Heather laying dead on the floor. Heather was surrounded by blood, having been bludgeoned to death, and both of her breasts had been removed with a knife.  In her hand was a freshly cut lock of hair.  Caitlin and Terry called the police before going outside, where they were soon taken in by a concerned neighbour, Italian-born Danilo Restivo.

Restivo was questioned early on in the enquiries when police discovered a pair of trainers he owned soaking in bleach. But Restivo had an alibi in the form of a time-stamped bus ticket which placed him en route to a local computer course.  When investigation unearthed Restivo’s suspected involvement in the disappearance of Elisa Claps in Italy, a surveillance operation was launched. Footage soon captured Restivo acting strangely in a nearby field, hiding in bushes when women walked by and then proceeding to change his clothes.

When police approached him to question his actions, they found him in possession of a fileting knife, scissors, gloves and a balaclava. He was also surveilled onboard local buses, attempting to covertly cut off chunks of female passenger’s hair. But without forensic evidence linking him to the murder, no arrests were made and he remained a free man.

It wasn’t until 2008 that material found on Heather Barnett’s hand towel placed Danilo Restivo at the scene of the crime, and police worked to develop a cast-iron case. Then, in 2010, workmen in Italy uncovered the remains of Elisa Claps, hidden in the attic of Restivo’s local church.  Her body had been there for 17 years.  Autopsy revealed eerie similarities between the 2 murders and Danilo Restivo was finally charged and found guilty. Initially given a whole life sentence, this was later reduced to a minimum of 40 years on appeal. Also convicted of murder in Italy, Restivo has since battled deportation on the grounds that it would breach his right to live near to his wife.

The Mothman

Mothman is a legendary creature reportedly seen in the Point Pleasant area of West Virginia from 15 November 1966 to 15 December 1967. The first newspaper report was published in the Point Pleasant Register dated 16 November 1966, titled “Couples See Man-Sized Bird…Creature…Something”.

Mothman was introduced to a wider audience by Gray Barker in 1970, later popularized by John Keel in his 1975 book The Mothman Prophecies, claiming that Mothman was related to a wide array of supernatural events in the area and the collapse of the Silver Bridge. The 2002 film The Mothman Prophecies, starring Richard Gere, was based on Keel’s book.

On November 12, 1966, five men who were digging a grave at a cemetery near Clendenin, WV claimed to see a man-like figure fly low from the trees over their heads.This is often identified as the first known sighting of what would become known as the Mothman.

Shortly thereafter, on November 15, 1966, two young couples from Point Pleasant, Roger and Linda Scarberry, and Steve and Mary Mallette told police they saw a large white creature whose eyes “glowed red” when the car headlights picked it up. They described it as a “ large flying man with ten-foot wings following their car while they were driving in an area outside of town known as ‘the TNT area’, the site of a former World War II munitions plant.

During the next few days, other people reported similar sightings. Two volunteer firemen who sighted it said it was a "large bird with red eyes”. Mason County Sheriff George Johnson commented that he believed the sightings were due to an unusually large heron he termed a “shitepoke”. Contractor Newell Partridge told Johnson that when he aimed a flashlight at a creature in a nearby field its eyes glowed “like bicycle reflectors”, and blamed buzzing noises from his television set and the disappearance of his German Shepherd dog on the creature.Wildlife biologist Dr. Robert L. Smith at West Virginia University told reporters that descriptions and sightings all fit the sandhill crane, a large American crane almost as high as a man with a seven foot wingspan featuring circles of reddish coloring around the eyes, and that the bird may have wandered out of its migration route.

There were no Mothman reports in the immediate aftermath of the December 15, 1967 collapse of the Silver Bridge and the death of 46 people,[9] giving rise to legends that the Mothman sightings and the bridge collapse were connected.

Folklorist Jan Harold Brunvand notes that Mothman has been widely covered in the popular press, some claiming sightings connected with UFOs, and others claiming that a military storage site was Mothman’s “home”. Brunvand notes that recountings of the 1966-67 Mothman reports usually state that at least 100 people saw Mothman with many more “afraid to report their sightings” but observed that written sources for such stories consisted of children’s books or sensationalized or undocumented accounts that fail to quote identifiable persons. Brunvand found elements in common among many Mothman reports and much older folk tales, suggesting that something real may have triggered the scares and became woven with existing folklore. He also records anecdotal tales of Mothman supposedly attacking the roofs of parked cars inhabited by teenagers.

Claims of later sightings

Ufologist Jerome Clark writes that many years after the initial events, members of the Ohio UFO Investigators League re-interviewed several people who claimed to have seen Mothman, all of whom insisted their stories were accurate. Linda Scarberry claimed that she and her husband had seen Mothman “hundreds of times, ” sometimes at close range, commenting, “It seems like it doesn’t want to hurt you. It just wants to communicate with you.”

Cryptozoologist Loren Coleman claims that sightings of Mothman continue and told USA Today he re-interviewed witnesses described in Keel’s book who said Mothman was “a huge creature about 7 feet tall with huge wings and red eyes” and that “they could see the creature flapping right behind them” as they fled from it.

My first suicide attempt- 26/04/15

Two years ago today I made my first suicide attempt. I was only 14 years old and had been self harming for around a year leading up to it. I had had it planned for May 1st but couldn’t wait that long. When I was with my mothers abusive ex partner, he threatened me and physically threw me to the ground when he found out I had my first drink of alcohol. With razors in my pocket, I ran away from home to a nearby field and slit my wrists.
I did not expect to be still alive by 2017. I did not expect to have had 10 suicide attempts by this point. I did not expect to have been an inpatient on a psychiatric ward twice. I did not expect to be self harming to the point of stitches. I did not expect to have PTSD, depression & anxiety. But here I am.
Two years ago today I was lying in a pool of my own blood, begging for someone to put me out of my misery. Unfortunately, not much has changed. :(