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milkiane · 3 years

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heaven knows

pairings: james potter x reader

warnings: angst-ish, happy ending ig

word count: 672

note: vaguely based on @reguluscore's angel!james <333

james never looked nice. he looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice-- it was supposed to make you feel something.

but how were you supposed to admire the art that’s now being adorned by another artist?

you never knew what went wrong. you loved each other, more than one should.

maybe that’s why you’re so heartbroken right now. you loved james more than words can describe. putting him first before yourself, loving him with all that you had that when he left, he brought all of it with him, leaving you befuddled and yearning for the love you once had.

heaven knows how lost you were.

you stared at the new enamored sweethearts, feeling the twist of your stomach and the burning of your tears.

you let out a shaky breath, looking away as you made your way to your dorm.

‘a home is not a place. home is where the other half of your soul is,’ they say, and you would’ve agreed to this statement if it were weeks ago. although now you’re just a person looking for a place of solace, away from all the pain, because the person whom you once called your home has found his with someone who isn’t you.

you haven’t found it quite yet- choosing to lay in bed all day, hugging the pillow which still faintly smells like him.

being on edge and restless all day, you cried all your feelings out. your eyes paralleled to windshields, almost rubbed down and puffed as you keep on wiping them with your cold hands.

heaven knows the pain you’re going through.

you always thought james was an angel. a companion made just for you, no halo nor wings would do much because his look of ethereal and a strong personality is already getting the point across.

more so when the golden hues of the sun hit his face, the tones of orange and yellow creating a striking panorama of the boy, anyone could’ve seen how he could pass as an angel.

but this angel has already flown away from you, finding another person to devote his presence to, leaving you in crestfallen misery.

you wondered what it would have been like if you clipped his wings and made him yours for eternity.

but crying over spilled milk is useless now, isn’t it? because your angel has flown away from you.

you thought you had the strength to set him free.

he wasn’t happy with you anymore, it wasn’t the same anymore. fallen love than a fallen angel.

did what you did because you love him so, but you can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever find his way back home to you.

heaven knows the anarchy of your mind.

you feel so tired. so incredibly tired.

you marvel about the thought of sleep, but it seems that the world was once again not on your side, choosing to leave you sleepless and dull in the middle of the crossfire of your thoughts.

so you were up at the astronomy tower. the twinkling of the stars and the cool breeze leaving you in a trance.

you chuckled humorlessly, hogwarts’ infamous astronomy tower- where hopes and dreams come true, where love starts and flourishes.

where he asked her to be his girlfriend.

you laughed softly, slowly turning into painful sobs. lips burning from the cold and eyes hurting from the breeze.

you curled yourself in a ball, the blanket doing little to nothing to warm you up. it was nothing compared to the hugs and cuddles he’s given you.

heaven knows how numb you’re becoming.

washed sheets.

fresh clothes.

regular eating habits.

getting more sleep.

small smiles.

it wasn’t an easy start.

you were once his world, but he had an entirely different universe from yours.

it was hard to move on, but everything would work out in the end, at the right time.

you were happy for james, and you were starting to feel happy for yourself, too.

heaven knows how you were healing.

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soldmysoultootomeboys · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request headcannons for the human brothers accidently summoning an angel mc instead of a demon and the angel mc insisting on sticking around and helping them?

The other brothers: :) Satan: >:)

This has been in the drafts for too long. I really love the absolute mood switch between Lucifers and Mammons. And just Satans in general ig.

Lucifer

After years of religious trauma at the hands of his father Lucifer finally thought he was free of any connection to the church. Summoning a flaming seraphim at 3 in the morning was not a pleasant way to find out that he was wrong.

As for you, being summoned for the first time in your long long life was an unwelcome surprise. You were a seraphim for heaven's sake. The cream of the crop, highest of the high, and that wasn’t pride speaking only facts. You were crucial to running the celestial realm.

But somehow you’re undeniably tied to his human. You could feel where his soul became intermeshed with your very essence. How wrong it felt to be tied to something so mortal, and delicate, and free.

Any attempts to leave would surely be met with disaster.

So you stay. Lucifer is cold. You can’t blame him. Being there reopens old wounds that he’d rather have remained closed. But just ignoring each other isn’t going to work.

He’s not interested in the celestial realm, and despises any blessing you try and give him, but a fresh cup of coffee during an all-nighter seems to make him brighter than any magic you could do and when you run your hands through his hair he looks at you with more fondness than you can comprehend.

You learn to be more human. He learns to let go of the past.

And one day you find that you don’t want to leave anymore.

For celestial sake that thought should as well be treason! But it’s true.

It’s a spring afternoon and Lucifer plays celestial lullabies on his piano and you want nothing more than for the beautiful night to come so you can sweep him in your arms and remind him how he glows.

You don’t know what is right and what is wrong anymore, but you know that this human is yours and you are his. To rip off your wings would be to find solace in his arms. But you can not give him that. This he knows.

So you promise to protect him, in words he can’t hear but he understands. The spread of your wings shield him from the world and you press blessings to his skin in the shape of the crescents in his back and your lips on his neck. If nothing else you’ll keep him safe. When the world seems too big and the stress of his life gets him down you’ll always be here for him to crawl back to. You can give him that much.

Mammon

That was it

You had to have been assigned the stupidest human in the world

When you were promoted to guardian angel you kinda thought it would be more ‘protecting orphans’ and ‘guiding lost puppies back home’ NOT watching a grown man spend his last paycheck on his eighth Nigerian prince scam

Seriously mammon? Did the prophetic dreams you sent mean nothing? The visions of the future he coincidentally had after hitting his head on a light post, only simple illusions? What more could you try beyond simply marching down their and clocking him on the head yourself?

...unless

Raphael would have your wings if you went to the human world. But that would be a lot less painful that having to watch whatever Mammon was going to do with all the rubber cement he just bought.

The next morning you decide to sneak down. The city was amazing, all colored light and fun machines that whizzed by you on the streets

But you had to stay focused

You were an angel on a mission

You made your way towards central park. Mammon went there every morning to swindle tourists out of their wallets. If you were fast you’d get there before the first patrol office started chasing him.

Spotting the albino you marched straight towards him, readied yourself, and smacked him over the head.

Maybe not very angel-like but it worked.

One introduction later and you're officially a guardian angel

Mammon’s actually pretty nice once you get to know him. Sure he may be a bit too obsessed with lining his pockets but for all his talk he never hesitates to try and help you out.

Consistent affection and care is good for him. He never really knows how to react when you wrap your wings around him but even with his tsundere objections it's obvious he’s pleased.

He’ll take whatever scraps of affection you’ll give him and practically beams at every little gesture you do, no matter how small or insignificant.

You do have to be careful though.

At his request you had attempted to bless him with a bit of luck. An easy enough spell for an angel like you (even if you were 90% sure he planned to go gambling after). Whatever scheming he’s doing immediately stops the moment you cup his face. He seems to freeze when you lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek

You were about to congratulate yourself on a spell well done when you noticed the condition he was in. He was like a living statue, a statue with a very very red face

Before you can ask what was wrong he flails pushing you away and darting off to his room

Any attempts to speak to him the rest of the day were met with incoherent shouting.

It might be best to withhold any magic until you can figure out how humans work

Levi

Once again Levi’s dedication to anime gets him into trouble

It started with his most recent obsession, a new anime that follows a group of angels, produced by the famous company, Dove. The plot, the animation, the soundtrack, all of it was amazing so when they came out with a new limited edition item featuring the very symbol that the main character wore he just had to have it

The moment it came he was setting it up on its own altar, a handmade replica just like in the show only for- Oh no

Before his eyes burst a shining visage of light and then you

You blink in surprise, whether it's from taking a human form for the first time in decades or the strange new room you were in, only you know

The scene may be foreign but the guy quivering on the floor was not

BE NOT AFRAID

Your booming voice echoes around the room

For some reason the guy begins to freak out even more

Didn’t he see your halo? You even told him to not be afraid. Were humans really so strange? :(

Oh well. You hum making your aura as comforting as possible and slowly the guy calms down enough for you to coax him into a seat as you begin to explain.

Which might not have been the best move.

The moment it sunk in he was bombarding you with questions

Yes you were an angel, no you didn’t know what anime was, yes you had wings, no you didn’t have any secret ultimate moves...whatever those were

He ranted and raved over this and that and you let him. He seemed like he needed someone to talk to. It also let you piece together what had happened.

He seemed to be a natural sorcerer, and a powerful one at that if he could someone an angel with no training or even knowledge that he could do magic

Just a few minutes in his presence made his self loathing obvious. Mix in a bit of anxiety and envy and you essentially have Levi in a nutshell

So you decide to stay

What kind of angel would you be if you just left him here? Michael would understand.

Or he wouldn't, it didn’t really matter because you already made up your mind.

Living with Levi is an experience for both of you.

He introduces you to so many new things. He had little boxes that could control light and screens containing actual people to talk to. It was all quite fanciful

In return you act as his friend, encouraging him to go out with you and attending cons with him, even if you still weren't exactly sure what cosplaying is

Slowly he begins to open up for you

He’s still nervous to go out in public, and a complete introvert at heart.

But that was fine. You could both figure out this new world together, at your own pace

Satan

Definitely was not trying to summon a demon to lay havoc on his enemies

Nope, not him he says all while trying to casually kick away vials of mysterious fluids

...Right

You’ve been down to the human world enough to know a demon summoner when you see one

Or in this case a failed summoner

He has no excuse for why he called you and instead seems more insistent that you leave

As much as you you might like to return to the celestial realm, you cannot in good conscience leave a man that you know is going to try and raise hell on earth the moment your gone

So you stay, and it's a good thing you do

This man has anger issues like no other

You thought Raphael was bad this guy is like a demon himself

However he seems willing to try and make the best of what he considers a bad situation

He asks you a lot of questions on the celestial realm

For a guy who knows so much about the devildom he seems to really be lacking on any knowledge on the other celestial beings

He mostly asks you questions on the celestial war, which is a touchy topic at best and downright upsetting at worst

He’s very interested in your opinions as your point of view is very different from his own, what with being a different species and everything

You learn things too, mostly about humans and cats but you suppose its a fair trade

Because of this you become close friends

You really win him over when he finds out your calming aura naturally attracts the stray kittens Satan's been trying to pet for the last few months

It’s not uncommon to head out to late night coffee shops and discuss the merits of different aspects of your lives

But maybe you’ve gotten a bit to close when he starts asking you to revise his summoning notes

Asmo

Apparently a lifetime of partying has prepared Asmo for some very weird discoveries

When you're sent down to the human world you have one job, find and keep an eye on the potentially dangerous summoner who's been in contact with multiple high level demons in the past few days.

Instead you end up meeting Asmo

You were prepared for a fight, not to be tackled into a hug the moment you revealed yourself

Asmo on the other hand is squealing with excitement

Sweetie, he's been waiting for this moment! This is his first time meeting an angel after all

He immediately begins talking about everything he wants to do

You quickly find out that he hasn’t made any pacts...yet, if only because he “couldn’t bear to damage his skin with such an ugly mark”

...Well you suppose that's a reason to not sell your soul

Even thoughts he's aware of the three realms it doesn’t make him any less enamoured with you

He’s never met an angel, he’s quick to mention. He’d love to get to know you, if you get what he means ;)

Are all humans so upfront?

If you decline he still wants to see your true form, even after you explain that no, if you transform you will not just be a beautiful angel with wings but instead a glowing mass of eyes and feathers and angelic light that will probably end up blinding him

Blinded because of your beauty ;) ;) ;)

That said he’s easily satisfied when you just bring out your wings.

He loves fussing with them and decorates them with jewelry and roses whenever you leave them out

He even starts an angel trend on insta after posting a photo as if they were coming from his back instead

Claims your glowing aura is great for his skin

You’re not sure if that’s a pick up line or if he’s serious but he definitely basks in your presence

Loves when you talk about the celestial realm, somewhere he desperately wants to go

I mean it's the only place that's fit for a beauty like him right? But of course he can’t die yet, his fans would be sooo upset

You agree to bring him up there one day, even if that sounds a little morbid

Of course he asks you to become his guardian angel

That may not be your actual job but you can’t resist his puppy dog eyes

You and him go pretty much everywhere together, bar some more xxx rated sites

He introduces you to parties and bars, and while you don’t indulge it's enjoyable to see humans in their natural element. They’re so fun and free spirited just like Asmo

Maybe that's what attracted you to him in the first place

He loves life for what it is, something so admirably human

But you don’t slack off either. You take your role as Official Guardian Angel seriously. You guard his drinks when he goes to the bathroom, and hum celestial lullabies when he’s sad and escort him down dark alleys when walking home. He has nothing to fear with you around.

You’ve become very fond of this human. Perhaps you’ll stick around a bit longer than you planned

Beel

It’s rare to be assigned to a human so...mundane

But that’s exactly what Beel is. He goes to the gym in the mornings, works a nine to five, and comes back home to his dog

He even has a good relationship with this family, do you know how hard that is to find in this day and age???

The only thing even slightly abnormal about this guy is his appetite

He could put a gluttony demon to shame with the way he eats

But the point is you really can’t figure out why you’ve been assigned to him or how your supposed to guide him

Eat a little less? Stop stealing your brother's lunch?

It’s the first time in a long while you’ve been so stumped

So you do what any sane angel would, go down to the human world to meet him yourself

He’s a likeable guy and it’s easy to get close to him, more so do to your angelic status

Although it’s surprising how well he takes the whole angel revelation

To be honest your pretty sure he forgets most of the time

He tends to follow you around, especially at night when he insists on walking you to wherever you need to be. It’s sweet even though there's little that can really harm you in the human realm

You quickly realize that he’s the type to have nightmares, usually calling out for one of his brothers or his sister

It’s become habit to wake up and head to his room

Just being there seems to calm him down

The first time he wakes up when your doing this he ends up asking you to stay

Isn’t shy about sharing the bed either.

He’s easy going so goes along with whatever idea you have

Especially when he starts finding snacks in his bag, each one blessed for a good day or to stay full or whatever little thing you thought of that day

Belphegor

Humans can’t see angels. Not unless they want to be seen, you remind yourself for what must be the tenth time.

But you’re almost certain that guy is looking right at you.

Step to the left, his head follows

To the right, his eyes narrow looking at you like your some puzzle he just hasn’t figured out yet

…this was fine

You turn around pretending to just not see him in hope that he’ll get distracted by something else

...you glance back. Why was he still looking at you? What is with this creep?

Enough is enough.

You march over there ready to ask what his problem is. Instead he beats you to it.

Eh? You’re an angel right? He asks before you can say anything.

???? Shouldn’t he sound more shocked.

The guy just sleepily blinks. He doesn’t look like a sorcerer or a witch, in fact you can’t feel any magic from him at all.

You go to ask only to realize he’s sound asleep. It’s not like you could just leave him here. And at the same time a human who can just see angels is an oddity of itself.

You decide to hang around for a while. Belphegor doesn't mind. He only says something about it being "too troublesome to drive you off," and "you'd look like you'd just come back anyways"

Belphie sticks to you like glue, if glue was absolutely insufferable and seemed to enjoy annoying you at every possible moment

You would think this would be easy. I mean he sleeps all day and when he’s not sleeping he’s napping. Simple enough right? Wrong

When he was awake he was committed to pushing every single button you have

If it seemed like it might inconvenience or annoy you he was already doing it. Trying to smack your halo, pounce on you, or even jump off the roof just to see you scramble to catch him. He was like some terrible terrible cat

Luckily he was never energetic for long. When he wore himself out he’d retreat to the roof of his crappy one bedroom and wait for you to join him

He liked to look at the stars and he’d point them out to you. Orion, Polaris, Sirius, he would mutter, bringing you back to the days when Michael, who was once so fond of you, would sneak you down to the human world just to show you the stars and darkness the celestial realm could not offer

When he finally got tired you would take over reciting Celestial names and marking the sky with your finger just to show him where they’d be.

Those times were pleasant. Even if they were brief.

“I’m gonna jump.”

“Do it.”

“You’re an angel. Aren’t you supposed to stop me before I do something stupid?”

“You won't.”

“Aight. Bet.” Belphie pitches forward and you just manage to catch him by the leg before he falls off the roof.

Brat.

Always ruining a good moment.

You can’t even be mad. The moment you pull him up he’s already resting his fluffy head in your lap waiting for you to pet him.

He may be the most troublesome human in the entire three realms, but he’s your human

#obey me #obey me hc #angel au #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me shall we date #obey me au #angels #obey me angels

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haikyuuateer · 4 years

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time alive || kei tsukishima

summary: falling in love is one of the most unforgettable feelings in the world. being with the person you love is the best sense of comfort you will ever have. having them in your arms makes both of you feel secure and safe. it’s just the feeling of being alive. (this sort of drabble ig is inspired by the song "time alive," it’s a super good song please check it out ahaha https://youtu.be/PgHXb4zn2qE) (okay if i’m being honest i just listened to it on repeat while writing this because i was emotional)

pairing: kei tsukishima x f!reader

warnings: none other than like one curse word if you consider dammit a curse word also i barely proofread this ahaha sorry

word count: 3.3k

under the cut to save your tumblr browsing experience hehe

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If Kei Tsukishima were the moon, then you were his sun, lighting up his world.

Of all the people he met you through, he met you through Yachi. With Kiyoko gone, the poor girl was flustered on her own, so you became a team manager alongside her to help her out with babysitting a bunch of boys supporting the boys' volleyball club. It may not have been love at first sight when Kei’s eyes landed on you for the first time, but he felt like you were different than anyone else he had ever spoken to. And he felt a strange warm sensation when you smiled at him, handing him a water bottle. "You did great out there, Tsukishima!"

It was just a smile. It was just a sentence. What different was it than any other smile or sentence? Any other compliment? What made you so different?

He always seemed to notice the little things about you. Maybe it was just because of how he was very observant and analytical with a lot of things in his life, but you were someone he could never get out of his mind. He noticed how you had a habit of running your fingers through your hair when you were focused on something. He noticed how you would glance away and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear whenever you were flustered. He noticed how there would be a slight red tint to your ears and cheeks when you were embarrassed. He noticed how that, whenever you laughed or smiled, your eyes seemed to sparkle as if they were a galaxy on their own. He noticed how the simple curl of your rosy lips into a grin could brighten someone’s day. And that one day where you tied your hair into a messy bun, he noticed how the two strands you left by your face shaped it, giving you a softer appearance, and he noticed how the stray strands of hair around your head almost seemed like a halo, as if you were a blessing, or an angel from the heavens.

Whenever your fingertips grazed his hand, whether it was because you handed him a ball or a water bottle, he felt like he could melt. If your fingertips alone were that warm, surely your hands would be warm as well, right? And he was right about that. It was a morning practice on a winter day. He took his hands out of his pockets and tried blowing warm air on them, only to see you in front of him, your gorgeous eyes peering into his, your lips curled into a smile, and your small, warm hands wrapped around his, which were ice cold. "You should get some gloves, Tsukki. What if your hands get so cold that they fall off? We can’t have that happen~" And you giggled. And Kei found it to be one of the most heavenly sounds he had ever heard.

He was lost in the moment until he heard snickering behind him. And he didn’t want to, but he took his hands away from your grasp, thanking you quietly before leaving to change.

He didn’t know why he started feeling irritated whenever he saw you smile at one of the other guys in the volleyball club. He didn’t know why he had gritted his teeth in frustration when he saw you flash one of the sweetest smiles at Kageyama after handing him a towel. He didn't realize he was practically glaring daggers at you two (mostly Kageyama) until Yamaguchi gently nudged him, smiling.

"I think you like her, Tsukki. You should ask her out."

"Shut up, Yamaguchi."

"Sorry, Tsukki..”

He laid alone on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was exactly 1:38 AM, and he couldn’t fall asleep after hearing what Yamaguchi had told him.

"You should ask her out."

Him? Ask you out? You two talked occasionally, maybe he could consider you a friend, but.. Ask you out? What if it was too sudden?

He frowned after thinking of how sweetly you had smiled at Kageyama that day. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t want you to smile at him like that every day. He always felt his heart swell with pride when you would smile at him and cheer after he’d successfully block another team’s spike. To him, it was such a small thing, just him preventing another point from being scored on the opposing side. Why did you always treat every little achievement as the best thing he had ever done? He couldn’t even complain, though.. You kept him going. And as he found himself blocking more and more spikes, he found himself looking right over to you after, and being greeted with that smile, that beautiful smile that made him feel like.. maybe what he did really was amazing, and that he himself was.. worth something. His blocks were worth something. He meant something to you.

You, on the other hand, had the most PAINFUL crush on this tall french fry. He may have had a cold demeanor compared to the others, and his sarcasm and sass were probably endless, but you just—God dammit, you just loved this boy so much. He wasn’t one to smile often, but when you cheered for him alongside his brother (you insisted that Yachi be the one to sit with the coaches), and he looked up at you and you saw his lips curl into the slightest grin, you swear you felt your heart explode.

Both you and Kei remember the moment so vividly. The cold stinging your cheeks, the cold breezes that would blow past and whisper into your ears, and the snowflakes gently falling from the sky, adorning your hair, glittering under the street lights.

Today was the day.

You had told Yamaguchi a week prior that you had a crush on Kei, and he was all for helping you get the perfect time to confess to him. You gave him permission to get Ennoshita in on the action, who was team captain, and would probably help Yamaguchi get a better excuse to leave practice early so that it would be only you and Kei walking home together. (Little did you know, Ennoshita was fully aware of you and Kei crushing on each other. You two were painfully obvious.)

You wrapped your scarf loosely around your neck and put your knitted gloves on, then you left the gym with Kei beside you. Normally you stayed behind with Yachi to make sure Kageyama and Hinata actually went home, but whoopdeedoo, turns out Yachi already knew you had a crush on Kei, and immediately shOVed you out of the door so that you would get your chance to confess in private.

You pulled the edge of your scarf away from your mouth, exhaling a foggy breath into the cold air around the two of you. Your heart was pounding, your cheeks were rosy (totally because of the cold), and your hands were trembling, but it was now going to happen. It’s now or never, that's what you kept trying to tell yourself.

You walked ahead and stopped in front of him, turning to look at him, staring into his eyes. "Tsukki." You hardly called him that, because you respected that it was a nickname that Yamaguchi had for him specifically, not you.

The boy noticed that you had said his name and took his headphones off, looking down at you. "What is it?" Holy crap, he responded.

You swallowed nervously, then stepped a bit closer to him. Then another bit closer to him. You shakily reached towards him, went up on your tippy toes (can’t blame you, the dude’s pretty tall), then clutched the sides of his sleeves, staring into his golden-brown eyes. You could practically hear your own heart pounding in your ears, your hands were shaking again, but it was too late to go back. "I.."

No.. No. Why now? The words were caught in your throat. You found yourself struggling to speak. You couldn’t speak. Your lips were still parted, you were still clutching onto his sleeves, and he was still looking down at you, waiting for you to continue. You almost felt like melting under his gaze.

"I.. I like you, Tsukki. A lot." Your voice broke at the end. You pursed your lips, then continued to speak. "I just.. I just can’t stay quiet about anymore. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I j—"

You had lost him at "I like you." He pulled you closer to him and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to your lips, closing his eyes. He felt you tense up in his grasp at first before relaxing, letting go of his sleeves and practically melting into the kiss. In contrast to the harsh, bitter cold around you two, this kiss was warm, and he was warm. You reached up and gently wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss. It almost felt like a dream, but you knew it was real, and he was real, and he felt the same way you did, right?

Finally, Kei was the first one to pull away. You opened your eyes, meeting his again, and smiled. It was that sweet smile, the one Kei loved so much, the one that made him feel like he was alive all over again. "Does that give you a good enough answer?" He asked, and he smiled.

You felt your heart skip a beat, and your cheeks probably reddened even more. "Yes," You breathed out, before pulling him into another kiss.

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After that day, you thought Tsukki was going to keep the relationship a secret. He just seemed like he would want to at first, so you just kept things quiet when the two of you were around other people. When it was just the two of you, this boy was crazily cuddly. He loved giving you kisses on your neck because he knew how ticklish you were, and it made his heart skip a beat whenever he would wake up with you in his arms, because wow, he was dating you, probably the most amazing girl in the whole entire world. wow this boy is absolutely smitten with you

You really fell into believing that your relationship would always be a secret until one day, just another day of practice, when you handed him a towel. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss before taking the towel, giving you a small pat on the head, and walking away.

What. Did he just do that.

The gym was silent for at least three seconds before erupting into chaos.

"EEEeEeEHhHhhh??!?!?!?!"

You couldn’t make out the words everyone had been incoherently screaming. Hinata had already pulled you into a protective hug, screaming at Tsukki ("YOU CAN’T JUST KISS GIRLS RANDOMLY LIKE THAT, TSUKISHIMA!! omg Y/N are you okay did he hurt you it’s okay i’ll protect you here we can go wash your face"), Nishinoya and Tanaka were praising him for having been the first one out of them all to get a girlfriend, the first years were confused but nonetheless surprised that the “cold one” was dating you, Kageyama.exe has stopped working, Ennoshita, Kinoshita (he knew too???), Yamaguchi, and Yachi all winked at you, and you saw Yamaguchi flash a thumbs up as well. You swear you saw Takeda sigh and pass Ukai some money, too.

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Before you knew it, your and Kei’s third year had come and gone, and you two were graduating.

Everyone was piled into the auditorium, students were being called up one at a time to shake hands with their teachers, vice principal, and principal, and receive their diploma.

Kei heard your name get called out. He had wished he had been sitting next to you, then, but you were practically on the other side of the auditorium. He wanted to at least hold your hand until then, and then smile proudly at you as you stood up and raced up to get your diploma. He wanted to see that bright look in your eyes as you sat down next to him again, staring at your diploma in your awe, as if you never thought you were going to make it. But you did. You made it, and he did too.

He watched as you walked up, up onstage, shaking hands with all your teachers. He saw you linger after you shook hands with Takeda. He didn’t know what you two were saying, but you talked with him and bowed before going to get your diploma. And as your diploma was handed to you, you looked at Kei, and you smiled. Your eyes met, and you giggled to yourself when you saw him blush and look away. When Kei was called to receive his diploma, you smiled lovingly at him the whole time he was onstage, and you cheered with Yamaguchi, Hinata, and Yachi once he got his diploma.

More people received their diplomas, and then that was it. You finished high school. You made it.

You stayed behind with Yamaguchi, Kei, Kageyama, Hinata, and Yachi. You all sat in the chairs left behind after the graduation ceremony and reminisced over old times, like when Hinata somehow managed to serve into the back of Kageyama’s head again, Yamaguchi, the beloved team captain, got called "dad" by one of the first years, that one time Yachi helped Kageyama pin his hair back so that it wouldn’t bother him during practice, and everyone didn’t tell him that it was actually a frilly red bow until after practice, etc. etc.

The six of you left the auditorium as a group. You trailed behind and checked a message from your mom on your phone, only to let out a squeal of delight. You made it into your dream college. Everyone stopped to look back at you, and you walked up to them, showing the picture of the acceptance letter that your mom had sent you.

"I made it into my dream college, guys."

Everyone immediately broke into smiles and squished you into a hug (well, except for Kei and Kageyama). You couldn’t help but cry of joy. You had the best boyfriend ever, you made it through high school, and you made it into your dream college.

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You and Kei were both laying in his bed. It was the same night as the graduation ceremony. After hanging out with everyone else, you decided to go home with him. He had his back to you, and was on his phone. You tugged on the back of his shirt a bit and he rolled over, looking at you. "Hm?"

"I’m leaving to go to college next week."

"Mhm."

"I’m going to be hours away from you. Almost.. Almost across the entire country."

"Mmhm."

You frowned. "I won’t be able to see you every day. Or every week. Maybe not even.." You trailed off and sighed. "I could.. I could just go to college here, so that I could be with you. I mean, I did want to go to that college, but I’d rather stay here with you—"

Kei gave you a peck on the lips to shut you up. "Y/N. Don’t be dumb."

You pouted.

"You’ve been dying to go to that college ever since I first met you. I don’t want to hold you back from doing something you’ve had your heart set on for years."

"But.. Kei..."

"Go to the college, Y/N. This is a once in a lifetime chance for you, and I want you to be happy and go there."

"But I’ll miss you so much.."

"I’ll call you every day and every night." He cupped your cheek, then ran his fingers through your hair, twirling a strand around his finger. "I’ll text you, too, and you can take as many of my hoodies as you like."

You smiled. "I like the sound of that."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and hugged you close to him. "I love you, Y/N."

Your eyes widened, then you hugged Kei tightly, burying your face in his chest. You knew he loved him, and you knew he cared about you. Times like this were when he was probably most affectionate— You knew he wasn’t all for showing affection while you two were around other people, and you were okay with that. But the sound of him telling you made you feel the same way you did back when he kissed you for the first time, and you loved how he could always make you feel that way with just a few words and an affectionate gesture.

But you only had a week left of cuddling him like this— No, not even a week. You were going to have to spend at least two days on packing, and one day to hang out with your friends for the last time before leaving for college, and then that would be it.

And the first tear slipped from your eye, immediately soaking into Kei’s shirt. And then another, and then they wouldn’t stop flowing. You curled up against him, practically sobbing into his chest, and he stayed there with you, right by your side, holding you in his arms until the two of you fell asleep.

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The day finally came. The day that you anticipated, dreaded, and wished for, all at once. You tightly hugged your mother and watched with tears in your eyes as she walked away. She brought you to the airport, but she had to go to work straight after, so all your tears were shed during the ride to the airport.

Or so you thought.

You looked up at Kei after you watched your mother walk away. Your bottom lip quivered, and then you hugged him tightly, the tears flowing once more. Out of all the places in the world, you felt safe the most in his arms. You didn’t want to leave. You really, really, didn’t want to leave. You let out a small sob when you felt Kei’s arms gently wrap around your waist and hug you closer. If anything, that made you want to leave even less, now.

You finally let go of him and stepped back, wiping at your eyes with your sleeve, or rather, his sleeve. Yes, you were wearing one of his hoodies, and yes, you had two more packed in your suitcase. You sniffled and looked at Kei again, your eyes still glossy.

"I’m really going to miss you."

"Uh huh."

"You better keep your promise of calling me every day."

"Mhm."

"Don’t cheat on me."

"Actually, I was gonna go make out with Yamaguchi after you left."

You chuckled and playfully punched his arm. "Yeah, and I’m actually going to visit my fiancé in Paris, sorry."

"Whoops." Kei grinned, and you smiled back at him.

"I have to go, now."

"I know."

"I love youuuu." You went up on your tippy toes and booped his nose before grabbing your suitcase. "I’ll call you when my flight lands, okay?"

"Okay.."

You turned around and started to leave. One step, then another—

"Wait! Y/N, you forgot something."

You looked back at Kei. "Huh?"

He walked up to you, cupped your cheeks, then kissed you.

You smiled and put your free hand over his, softly kissing back.

Aren't you two just the cheesiest couple ever?

But like all other things do, the kiss came to an end, and you walked away from the person you loved the most, and then you were on a plane, going farther, farther, and farther away from the people you loved. You thought you would be sadder, but you weren’t. You knew that Kei would still love you, and call you every day, and pull you into the tightest hug and pepper your face with kisses whenever you visited, and probably send you memes at 3 am because he just missed you that much and needed an excuse to text you.

And you just knew.. This was the feeling of being alive.

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i-write-and-therefore-i-am · 4 years

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One Monstrous Miracle (Part Five)

Okay. So. This one got away from me. It got unexpectedly dark, and I’m not sure how I feel about that but I’m going to post it and move on with the story. I am not a happy author about this chapter, for many reasons. Nevertheless, I love each and everyone of you and I hope you find it within you to enjoy this <3 (Pst! If you’d rather read on Ao3, here ya go!)

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Pairing: Aziraphale/Human!Reader

Summary: Michael takes some initiative. So does Sandalphon. Uriel is basically the emotional support nerd ig. Aziraphale has a nightmare. Reader does NOT have a good time.

Warnings: Okay listen closely. I have written a non-graphic description of a kidnapping, and subsequently a heavily-implied violence segment. I might be overstating or understating (please tell me if I am understating!), but I just want to keep you lovelies safe.

ALSO: This is NOT a warning, but while you’re here I might as well tell you that I have used they/them pronouns for Michael, and it/its pronouns for Sandalphon (from the script).

Word Count: 2730

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Michael was not stupid. They were not dimwitted, or blinded by heavenly goodness, or any of the things that they could very easily accuse their fellow celestial beings of…being. They had been paying the Angel Aziraphale very close attention these past millennia, and they had seen exactly what they had expected; the Angel had gone native. Worse than that, he had gone native and he was fraternizing with the enemy. THE enemy. El Numero Uno. The Demon Crowley.

Because Michael was none of the things mentioned above, they had quite a bit of room to be some other things, like cunning, vigilant, and good at waiting for just the right moment. They didn’t bring the aforementioned knowledge to Gabriel’s attention straight away for the sake of…strategy. It had nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that the Archangel-Fucking-Gabriel wasn’t the only gosh darned Archangel around (and that’s with a capital ‘A’, thank you very much), and so there really was no pressing need for Michael to give the information in the first place, now that they thought about it. They could investigate on their own, build up a solid case, and then work from there. Maybe get some respect around the elitist promotion trap that was their Heavenly home. If only.

Michael enlisted Uriel, knowing that she would be invaluable when looking for documents or anything paper related. She had the memory for things exactly like that. Michael brought Sandalphon precisely because they knew that Aziraphale was still terrified of it after what happened at Sodom and Gomorrah. Together, they monitored Aziraphale’s every move—although the angel had somehow devised a way to keep the group from ever being able to overhear any of his traitorous conversations with the hated Crowley, they weren’t deterred in the slightest bit. They could follow the pair, take pictures, perhaps the odd selfie when the mood hit. Michael was building their case against Aziraphale, and it was only a matter of time.

Armageddon threw everything into quite a pretty mess, now didn’t it? Aziraphale was openly discussing his meetings with his “wily adversary”, reporting on the current status and whereabouts of the Antichrist (Warlock. What a revolting name). Things were starting to get fun for the first time in about a hundred years, and Michael simply didn’t have the time for their surveillance missions anymore. Not to mention that Gabriel was demanding that they all stay together as often as possible, which was a nightmare in and of itself. Michael was rather looking forward to the end of the world, not for the gargantuan blood bath that would ensue, as most of their angelic associates where no doubt panting for, but for the endless peace that comes after a job well done.

One day, when the Antichrist (still Warlock, despite Michael’s very best efforts) was 10, nearly 11, Michael noticed something very strange about the familiar bookshop that they and the rest of the group had been watching for the last couple of centuries. There was a woman, well-dressed (Michael assumed. Angels, proper Angels, that is, Aziraphale not included, have no real sense of human fashion), practically cantering down the pavement, apparently towards Aziraphale’s shop. “No, that can’t be right,” Michael thought to themselves. Although, thinking back, that woman did look strikingly familiar. So familiar, in fact, that—

“Uriel! Take a look at this.” Michael had rolled her rolly chair away from her workstation and towards the cubicle to the right of hers. Uriel popped her head around the weird, cloth divider separating their “offices” with a curious expression.

“Yes, Michael? What is it?” The other angel asked from her rolly chair. Michael gestured that she should roll her rolly chair into Michael’s cubicle.

“I’ve found something strange in the Eden files, take a look at it.” The Eden files was their special code name for anything pertaining to Aziraphale that was not, strictly, on the books. This strange something happened to be a livestream of the street where Aziraphale lived. The woman was getting closer to the shop, although not quite close enough to tell if that was, indeed, where she was going. Michael pointed the woman out to Uriel.

“Now. She looks awfully familiar to me.” Michael’s gaze drifted from their finger to Uriel sitting beside them. Uriel had her thinking face on, which could mean one of a million different things and by this point in their long, coworker relationship, Michael had learned to just let her think. Uriel frowned slightly, moved closer to the screen, tapped a single key on the keyboard in front of them on Michael’s desk, and rewound the feed. She paused it. Zoomed in. Michael wondered why it was so difficult for the Management to install some touchscreens on the ground floor, at least for the Archangels and Possibly a few of the Principalities. They’d seen inside of Gabriel’s office (Yes! A whole, bloody corner office with glass windows instead of walls so that he can survey the worker bees in their nest and not one but TWO whole touchscreens!), after all. Uriel snapped her fingers in front of Michael’s face.

“Michael? Were you listening?” Michael, as you know, had not been listening. At all.

“Of course, Uriel. What was that last bit, again?” Uriel sighed and pointed at the woman zeroed in on.

“She visits the shop almost every day. She might be important.” Michael leaned forward in their rolly chair, squinting at the grainy image despite the fact that every angel had perfect 100/100 eyesight. They hummed.

“Yes. I quite agree. Sandalphon?” They called out the name of the coworker whose cubicle stood on the left side of theirs. They heard the familiar sound of the rolly chair growing nearer until Sandalphon sat beside the two other angels. Michael pointed to the woman on the screen.

“Let’s keep an eye on her.” They all watched as Uriel unpaused and the woman entered the shop.

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They did not have to wait long for the woman to make another move. Only a few hours later, she was hurrying out of the doors, clutching onto her purse and…crying?

“He doesn’t hold on to them long, does he?” Sandalphon remarked, rubbing its forefinger across its teeth diamonds. Uriel giggled but sobered when Michael glared at her. This was not the time for making jokes. That woman was certainly a human woman, there was no doubt about that. Why was she spending so much time around Aziraphale? Why had she run sobbing from his shop? Was this like that holiday Aziraphale took with Alexander the Great? Michael very dearly hoped not—Aziraphale had positively ruined that poor boy.

“Keep your focus on that woman. We need to learn more about her.”

The kept the feed trained on her as she made her way home. She didn’t live too far from Aziraphale’s shop. But just far enough that walking was just slightly out of her way. Uriel, the more softhearted of the bunch of angels huddled around the screen, wondered whether they should miracle her a taxicab, but she was quickly shut down.

“What, and give ourselves away? Gabriel would have our halos!” Michael exclaimed, shifting in their chair. Once the woman was in the door, Michael cut the feed, gaining the attention of the others. They cleared their throat.

“Ahem. So. Not only has Aziraphale been seen consistently in the presence of known Demon Crowley, but he also appears to have developed some sort of relationship with a…mortal woman. Once again, Aziraphale proves that he does not have the strength required to walk among them. Instead, he cavorts with them, befriends them—”

“Runs a bookshop,” Sandalphon growled helpfully. Michael nodded appreciatively.

“—and runs a bookshop. Clearly, he is no longer fit for his position.”

“That’s all well and good, Michael, but he can’t be removed from said position. Only the Almighty can deal with that level of personnel change.” Uriel reminded them calmly. Michael sighed deeply.

“I know that. We all know that. The only problem is something must be done about it. Aziraphale can no longer be allowed to continue this way. It’s heinous.” All the angels nodded their head in mutual agreement. They all tried to think of something they could do, but nothing seemed to jump out at anyone. It stayed like this for a few long moments before suddenly, Sandalphon gasped loudly, startling the other two.

“I know!” it said. “The girl. She’s important to him, right?” Uriel scoffed.

“She did just run from his shop in tears, Sandalphon, did you miss that part?” It was unfazed by Uriel’s goading.

“Exactly. It’s Aziraphale! He’s so soft, he’ll go groveling for her forgiveness within a fortnight. And when he does…”

“They’ll make up with each other. Where are you going with this?” Michael interjected impatiently, not in the mood for idle chatter. Sandalphon grinned, its teeth glinting in the Holy light.

“We kidnap her. Get us in Gabriel’s good books, get some information, and, of course, to scare powe ickle bitty Aziwaphawe. Perfect plan.”

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It was not, as it happens, the Perfect Plan. However, credit is due where credit is due, and that credit goes to Sandalphon for thinking of a Nearly-Perfect Plan. It would have been the Perfect Plan had Aziraphale and that blasted woman not been so stubborn and stayed apart for so long. The days until the Antichrist’s birthday were slowly running out, and the time during which the angels could execute said plan was drawing thin. Thankfully, the two made up just in the nick of time, so it had worked out in the end.

The trio had made the trip to Crowley’s flat, knowing that they would find Aziraphale there. Aziraphale had been flustered, but his story about checking about in the demon’s abode appeared to check out. Michael refused to take their eyes off of him the entire time. After they miracled away, they appeared in an alleyway not far from the woman’s home, and on her usual route. Michael had decided, because Michael was a little bit of an ass at times, to make the mystery just a smudge more difficult by abducting the woman outside of the home BUT simultaneously leaving a single, white wing feather on the floor of her locked flat. It really was quite devious for such a pure-hearted creature. Hmm.

The kidnapping went swimmingly. Uriel snuck up behind the woman, Sandalphon had thrown the bag over her head, and once everything was settled (or as settled as can be with a kicking and struggling woman in tow), Michael miracle them into a top-secret location. I’m afraid that I, as the author, am not at liberty to disclose the location of the following events, because of course I’d have to kill you afterwards, and I’d rather not do that.

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Angels do not have dreams. Angels cause dreams in other people, they take away dreams from other people, and they may, upon occasion, serve as conduits for messages from the Almighty, which often appear to other people as dreams. But Angels themselves do not dream. Except for Aziraphale, evidently, whose subconscious had decided to do away with the natural order of things to just…you know…spice it up a little. Aziraphale frowned deeply in his sleep and rolled over, sniffling.

He was in a corridor. There were no lights, only a faint glow that seemed to come from nowhere at all. There was one door, ahead of him, but the rest of the corridor was bare, empty grey concrete. He began to move towards the door, but the corridor seemed to get longer the closer he got, until he was nearly running, trying to make some progress down the hall but never moving one inch.

The scene changed, the corridor erupting into grey and black smoke that smelt faintly of saltwater taffy. The scene reconstructed itself as a square room lit with an old-fashioned lightbulb swinging slowly back and forth from the ceiling. There was a figure shivering on a metal chair in the center of the room, hands tied behind their back and a sack over their head. Aziraphale heard whimpering from the figure and made to rush over to help them but he found that his feet were rooted to the ground, as though someone had glued them straight to the floor. Aziraphale looked up from his shoes and gasped.

Surrounding the figure were Michael, Uriel, and Sandalphon. Michael stood directly in front of the figure, bending over slightly. Sandalphon stood directly behind the figure, fingers grasping at the sack. Uriel stood apart from them both, in the corner opposite to Aziraphale. Michael made a motion at Sandalphon and it yanked the sack off of the person’s head to reveal—

Y/N. Eyes red from crying, hair a mess, makeup smudged and beyond repair. Aziraphale felt his heart stop beating. What the hell was going on? Was this some kind of joke? A voice, nagging at the edge of his consciousness told him that no, it was not a joke. Aziraphale struggled against whatever was holding his feet down with renewed vigor. He stopped when he heard your voice, hoarse and trembling. It broke him to hear you like that.

“W-who are you? What do you w-want from me?” You coughed, and Aziraphale felt a miracle dance along the tip of his fingers. He would make you well again, he would heal whatever has happened to you. You continued. “I have m-money if that’s it! It’s n-not m-m-much but—”

“Silly girl, we don’t want your money.” Came Sandalphon’s voice.

“Mmm, that’s right.” Michael responded. They leaned in closer to you, and you sank deeper into the chair to escape them. “What we want is information.”

“Wh-What? What information? I don’t- “

“What do you know of the Angel Aziraphale?” Azriaphale’s blood went cold. He had been so close to telling you himself! After all of the Armageddon mess was straightened out, he had promised himself, he would march right up to you and tell you the truth. But not now! Not when he couldn’t be there to explain, when you were hurting, being hurt, tied up like some criminal. A noise horribly like a snarl erupted from Aziraphale’s throat, startling him. Was he truly invisible in this room? After a couple of seconds of pure terror, Aziraphale’s pulse began to slow and he realized that this was most likely a vision dream, a message from someone showing him something that was either already happening, or about to happen. He prayed to anyone who would listen that it was neither of those two options.

“I swear I don’t know!” The sound of your terrified voice brought him back. Sandalphon laughed its ugly laugh and Michael chuckled.

“Should we really be doing this, Michael?” Uriel inquired softly from her spot in the corner. Aziraphale was sure he was just projecting his terror onto her, but he thought he could almost see a hint of concern in her deep black eyes. Michael just shook their head.

“It’s not as though she’ll have very long to remember it, will she?” At this, your body seized in horror, eyes open wide in shock. Fresh tears were streaming down your cheeks. Aziraphale wanted to burn this room to the ground.

“Are…are you going to kill me?” you whispered through your crying. Aziraphale held his breath to listen for the answer:

“Oh, dear me, of course not. Do you know how much paperwork that would be? Oh no. Definitely not killing you. As long as you give us the information we need.” Came Michael’s reply.

Aziraphale felt that old rage bubble up inside him, and his sword hand itched, as though the missing sword were a missing limb instead. He took a deep breath and clenched his hands into fists. He would not debase himself in such an appalling manner. He had grown since those days, and he would not be brought to his knees by a dream.

“I told you, I don’t know anything!” you pleaded desperately. The room was beginning to fade away, smoke swirling at the edges, illuminated by the swinging bulb. Aziraphale cried out, reaching out for you only to be met with empty air.

“Oh, we’ll see about that, now, won’t we?”

The last thing Aziraphale heard before waking was the sound of Michael’s laughter.

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you-want-fuckign-cicadas · 6 years

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Into The Abyss, part 2

yes, i already had this written

...yes, i’ll keep writing it. it’s been a fun thorn in my side so now i’m going to spam you every time i write a new chapter

yeah it’s gonna be sporadic

enjoy this ig

Felix belongs to @smoresthehalloweenqueen

more under the cut

Of course there's a three-headed demon fox down here. Why wouldn't there be. Henry thinks to himself. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a demon clown down here.

Felix and Henry had split up when the demon fox started chasing them, both agreeing that it would be harder for it to catch them if they went in two different directions.

The good part about this is that it seems to be working. The bad part is that Henry is now hopelessly lost in the ink maze, and for some reason it seems to be getting bigger. Logically, he knows it's all in his head. Emotionally, he is internally flipping out and wishing that he hadn't wasted all his ammo on the demon fox.

Trudging onwards, he throws the ink hearts he collected to the side. He doesn't need them now. And he has a sneaking suspicion that “Alice” isn't as sincere as she acts.

Felix, on the other hand, is very sure that this is the worst day he has ever had in his entire life. First he got soaked by ink, then chased by a giant monster, then threatened by another version of Henry, and now he's running from a demon fox.

Quite literally.

The demon fox is behind him, screeching and making weird noises. When he and Henry split up, it chose to go after Felix. (Of course. Because everything here hates him, or that's the impression he gets, anyway.)

He stops abruptly at a split in the path. There are two ways to go. One is boarded up near the end, and the other has a vent entrance that looks like Felix could just barely reach it. Either way, he's going to be slowed down.

Taking a gamble, he goes to the vent. The gamble pays off, as – like he thought – he can reach the vent. He's inside of it before the demon fox gets to the split.

The vent is covered in ink and cobwebs. It's also very dark, and weirdly big for a vent. Felix can hear the air moving around, albeit very slowly. There's also a potted plant inside the vent, for reasons unknown to him. He moves a bit forward to touch it and see if it's alive.

Then he hears a loud clanging noise. Spinning around, he sees that the fox is trying to climb inside the vent. To his general horror and disbelief, it's already halfway inside, and is still screaming, so now his eardrums are dead.

Scrambling backwards, he knocks over the potted plant. “Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no. I don't want to die like this.” He carefully moves around the now-uprooted plant, not taking his eyes off the demon fox. Said demon fox is almost all the way in the vent and is now tugging on the last of its heads to get it inside. Luckily for Felix, it seems that the biggest head simply will not fit, giving him a window of opportunity.

He continues moving backward, eventually stopping because of a wall. The fox is still tugging on its bigger head. Growling, it glares at him, and then backs out of the vent. He thinks it says “don't think this is over,” but he's not sure, and he doesn't really want it to be talking to him, because that freaks him out more than it hunting him.

He turns back around and sees that the vent didn't end, it just...turned. Realizing that the fox definitely can't follow him if he goes down the vent, Felix grins and does exactly that.

Meanwhile, with Henry, Henry is...well...angry. And also standing over the dead body of the Projectionist.

Or, rather, the body of Norman.

He'd just exited the maze (finally) when the Projectionist had spotted him, screeching at the top of its non-existent lungs. Panicking, he'd bashed the monster over the head once. It went down.

Then he did it again. And again.

He hates losing control of himself like that. It makes him feel like he's gone three steps backwards. Bad enough that he's got anger management problems without him also having this. But that's just his luck, isn't it?

Anyway, when he'd killed the thing, the projector had died with it. He could see into the mechanisms of the light-producing object. And what would be inside of it except Norman's head?

Indeed, the extremely angry, maul-y monster had been his old friend this entire time. Henry is torn between feeling happy that Norman is out of his misery, guilty that he just killed his friend, or angry at Joey for wrecking everything.

Anger wins out. He punches the wall, pretending it's Joey, and then immediately regrets it. He might be stubborn, but he can still get hurt, as he has just proven by getting about ten splinters in his hand. Shaking it only increases the amount of pain he is is. “Ffffffuck.”

An Edgar clone stares at him accusingly, as if to tell him that the studio is family-friendly. Just like Shawn used to. He automatically corrects himself. “Frick.”

The glare lessens, and then the Edgar clone comes to its senses and attacks Henry, who bats it into the wall with a vaguely irritated sigh. “I knew you'd remember that eventually.”

Felix is lost.

He knows he's lost because he's seen that same Boris plushie five times now. And he knows it's the same one because it's got a little heart drawn on it. He doesn't know who drew on it, but whoever it was really likes Boris.

As he wanders, he notices little things that seem...off. Bacon soup stacked up to form walls, several dismembered Bendy plushies, and one pristine Alice plushie all lean against one wall, and another wall sports an unreadable message written in ink. This all contributes to the fact that he knows he's lost, but can't quite seem to get out of this loop he's in.

It's almost like the studio is doing it. As soon as this thought crosses his mind, he disregards it. That's impossible. The studio is a building. It can't think for itself...right?

The thought nags him, though. Turning a corner, he sees a door that he swears wasn't there ten minutes ago. It's ajar, and behind it, he can see some lights and a shadow of...something. It almost looks like an angel, but without wings.

He opens the door, quietly, and sneaks in. There's a pane of glass. A tall Alice Angel-like figure is standing on the other side, facing away from him. The ever-glowing halo is imbedded in her head, and she seems to be humming. It's quite pretty. Despite her seeming fairly harmless, something tells Felix that he shouldn't catch her attention.

He carefully starts back for the door, accidentally knocking over a can of bacon soup. Alice (but...not Alice, so so horribly not Alice) turns around, and Felix almost falls over at the sight of her face. “Oh, my...a new one. I wonder how long this one will last?”

The door slams shut. Briefly, Felix wonders what Alice meant by “how long this one will last”, and then he sees nothing but black.

Henry looks up at the ceiling of Level K. He's resting here for a second, catching his breath. It's definitely not the safest place, but it's an okay place as long as he stays right here beside of these barrels and this now-shattered Bendy cutout.

In retrospect, that particular quest of “Alice”'s might not have been the best idea. It had ended quite badly for Henry. In fact, a lot of her quests had ended badly for Henry. Just another thing to add to the ever-growing list of Bad Things “Alice” Has Done.

He hears a thumping noise and darts behind a barrel. Not a moment too soon, as “Bendy” comes down the stairs at that moment. He looks around for a few eternities (actually just a few seconds, but still) and then leaves, just as slowly as he came in. Henry breathes out and then gets conked on the head.

As he flops to the ground, eyesight going dark, he hears a familiar voice. (One that shouldn't be here. He died...right?)

“Rest your head. It's time for bed.”

Henry has time to think Well, fuck before he passes out.

[completely monotone voice] oh no, henry

[slightly less monotone voice] oh no, felix

[back to monotone] oh no, norman

[monotone] oh fuck, it’s “alice”, come to wreck your goddamn day

“but wait!” i hear you cry. “sammy didn’t die in siast!”

well he did in this one

#story #screws ink and stuffed toys #joey felix drew #henry wright #bendy #alice #norman died #oh no norman #tw: swearing #tw: death

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riannajamesmua · 7 years

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I’ll admit…Valentine’s Day isn’t really my favorite holiday. It’s this weird double-edged sword, ya know? If you’re single you curse every happy relationship while you binge eat chocolate and drink too much wine while watching some sappy rom-com. If you’re in a relationship, there’s so much pressure for it to be perfect that you constantly overanalyze everything your significant other says or does, all while eating an overpriced mean at an overpacked restaurant.

However you spend your day, chances are you’ll still want to look somewhat like a human. More specifically, if you’re like me, you’ll spend way too much time doing your makeup, only to end up being that girl drinking wine alone in her bed. Either way, I get it. It feels good to feel good. Now is not the time for my “you’re more than your image” rant, because even I know that when you feel like you look good, everything else just goes so much better.

So, I’ll leave you with this: more pictures of my face where I’m wearing way more makeup than your average college girl but loving every second of it…because it feels good.

Are you guys surprised this isn’t a warm-toned red look?! Because I am… Surprise! I can be versatile when I need to be! I figured I’d go with the cliché pink tones but still add my own dramatic twist because as you all know, I’m just a little extra ;)

I got the Urban Decay Full Spectrum Palette and as soon as I opened it I was inspired by this pink-y purple shimmer shade called Paranoia. It’s perfect because its not too pink to the point that it’s unwearable – in other words, you don’t feel like Barbie pink has thrown up all over your face. Great visual, you’re welcome.

For those of you that aren’t familiar with different eyeshadow styles and techniques, this one is called a Halo Eye. Basically, you keep a darker color concentrated on the inner and outer corners of your eyes while you put a bold/shimmer/light/different color in between the two. I’m not sure exactly who named this because I feel 100% less angelic than normal whenever I wear this technique. I pretty much just end up feeling like a total badass who has some clue of what she’s doing with her face.

Because I’m all about drama, you guys know that I had to take it up a couple notches and keep the darker tones in deep purples, namely Eggplant and Plum from the Lorac Pro 2 Palette.

How to create a simple Halo eye:

Prime!!! I can’t stress this enough. If you want your eyeshadow to last and not crease, you have to prime the lid. I used a concealer and set it with a flesh colored shadow to cancel out any discoloration on my lids and get everything else ready.

Transition shade: aka the lifesaver step. Take any medium shade – I always use some kind of peachy/neutral brown – and sweep it all in your crease and a little above it. This just makes everything blend out easier so you’re not stuck in front of the mirror for hours. Unless that’s your thing.

Pick your shade for the inner and outer corners: I always end up going with a darker, more matte shade than I want in the middle, but you can use anything you want. Build the color up until it is as intense as you want. You have the option of connecting the two sides through the crease, but that’s up to you! (I’m pretty sure this is where the “halo” idea comes from). Just make sure you leave a blank space in the middle of the lid!

For the middle color, pick something that either compliments or contrasts your corner shades. I love putting shimmery metallics in the middle because it makes the eyes seem so much bigger and more dimensional. Pro tip* If you want your metallic to really pop, get your brush wet and then pat the shadow down on your lid! It will give it the most beautiful reflect and intensity.

Finally, you just have to blend it all out. Halo eyes aren’t necessarily as blended as other eye looks, just because you want to get the definition of actually having a bolder color in the middle. Just make sure you don’t have literal lines dividing your eye because that looks good on no one, sorry!

Of course I added winged liner and lashes because I can’t help myself. But this is the general idea of it all. You can see the separate colors but they’re still somewhat blended – ignore my left eye okay, I’m not perfect.

*p.s. is anyone else’s favorite body part their collarbones? please let me know that I’m not the only one*

So, no matter how you spend your Valentine’s Day, just know that you are loved by someone on this earth! Whether it’s your mom, dad, boyfriend, girlfriend, sister’s cat… you’re someone’s reason to smile and that’s a really powerful thing. Sometimes we get so caught up in who “loves” us that we seek that validation from another person. Right now, I want you to know that it is more than okay to just love yourself. Love the freckles on your chest, the way your top lip is bigger than your bottom, even love the way your thighs touch when you sit down. It’s OKAY to think you’re pretty. It’s OKAY to feel good about yourself when the world wants you to feel shitty. It’s OKAY to be so happy in your own skin that people’s words don’t mean a thing to you.

In the wise words of one of my favorite drag queens, Jinx Monsoon, its all water off a duck’s back

This Valentine’s Day I challenge you all to love those around you, but remember that you need to love yourself too. Treat yourself to another piece of cake, give yourself an extra compliment in the morning, and go throughout your day knowing that you are love.

IG: Riannajamesmua

XoXo I'll admit...Valentine's Day isn't really my favorite holiday. It's this weird double-edged sword, ya know? If you're single you curse every happy relationship while you binge eat chocolate and drink too much wine while watching some sappy rom-com.

#blog #eyes #eyeshadow #fun #halo #how to #individuality #inspiration #life #love #makeup #mua #products #relationships #riannajames #tutorial #unique #urban decay #valentine #valentine&039;s day

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babymyharry · 7 years

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the morning after

about five of my friends and i were just casually chilling around the coffee table @ 3 am last night (morning) talking about what we would do if any of us ever hooked up with harry. don't ask, idk either. but that’s how this got thrown together. i should be doing homework right now btw. i hate harry styles a lot (jk i love that bitch)

WARNINGS :: a lot of this is literally just “texts” but you know i like to think i have a sense of humor so :-) like i said this is what i, ME PERSONALLY, would do if i ever hooked up with harold (lol) soooooo keep that in mind lmfao.

don’t know how i feel about this one (questions my entire thought process) but hey! it’s something and i haven't posted in a while :) enjoy (;

O V E R V I E W

“Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets or summat like tha’?”

He gets a playful shove and the roll of her eyes as she tries not to laugh at that. What a fuckin’ dork (which, in truth, just makes him all the more perfect to Y/N.)

“You’re a comedic lad, aren’t ya?”

She didn’t get crushes very easily, but it seems Harry was just the right amount of charming to have her falling faster than Alice did chasing after that damn rabbit.

Y/N doesn’t do one night stands and Harry truly and honestly believes she’s a proper angel or something.

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It was the light streaming in through the enormous glass window that woke Y/N up from her slumber. She felt completely at peace, the atmosphere she was in creating the perfect ambiance for her restless early morning thoughts.

That is, until she realized where she was. Well, not that she really knew exactly where the fuck she was. Because this house is definitely not her tiny studio apartment and there’s no baby Siberian husky at her feet that usually kept her company during the night and made sure to wake her with a slobbery kiss and there was no (annoying) roommate to wake her with the sounds of God knows what.

Needless to say, Y/N had no idea what she was doing here.

She vaguely remembers what even happened last night, if she’s being quite honest. Something about an award show her boss (whom she was an assistant for) dragged her to and a whole lot of famous people.

And that’s exactly what makes her eyes widen and her eyes dart over to the sleeping man next to her. His bare back was facing her but she knows those tattoos from anywhere and - oh shit, he’s rolling over!

Y/N doesn't mean for her mouth to drop in pure shock when her guess of who was next to her turns out to be accurate.

Holy fuck, I hooked up with Harry Styles.

His eyes were still shut tight and she really doesn't think she’s ever seen any boy look so peaceful in her whole damn life. He looks beautifully fucked out and Y/N smiles a sly smile with the remembrance that she’s the one that did that to him.

Yet, that doesn't stop the adrenaline coursing through her and her mind raising a mile a minute. She really hopes he’s a deep sleeper when she tip toes over to her forgotten purse. She rolls her eyes when she spots her undies quite literally hanging from the lamp sitting in the corner of his bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t always one for one night stands. She had always gone with the boyfriend route. Any boy who was ever interested in her knew you had to make her feel like a princess much before any clothes would be coming off. And so they did that. She’s had over 5 boyfriends in the past 2 years and maybe it was her fault she kept falling for assholes but Y/N really think she has the words “hurt me” and “break my heart” tattooed on her damn forehead or summat. Because none of them ever worked out. The longest relationship she’s ever been in was three months and that ended about 2 weeks ago when Y/N caught him cheating on her with her roommate (she also needed to seriously look for a new roommate).

Her best friend Celeste told her the easiest way to forget about a dude was by getting another dudes attention.

Maybe that’s exactly what Y/N was doing.

She peers back at the bed with, sure enough, a knocked out Harry Styles still very much asleep. She grabs her phone out of the small clutch she had brought to the event with her last night and texts Celeste with emotions she doesn't know how to describe raising through her.

to Celeste girl, please tell me you're awake!!!! need some girl help asap

from Celeste what's shakin??

to Celeste okay no time to explain but i took your advice and ventured out and kinda hooked up with a guy??? and he's sound asleep next to me and idk what to do i've neVER BEEN IN THIS SITUATION?? should i like leave or is that bad or will he be annoyed if i stay GIRL HELP ME

from Celeste whoa Y/N!!! WHAT THEFUCK NEVER THOT YOU HAD IT IN YOU

to Celeste SHUT UP OMG HELP ME IM A NUN IDK THESE THINGS

from Celeste okok so he's sleeping right??

to Celeste like a baby

from Celeste yeah plz stay omg

to Celeste stay? should i act like i'm sleeping or something when he wakes up or?????

from Celeste i mean sure but regardless DONT LEAVE THAT HOUSE

to Celeste OK GOTCHA see this is why we're friends

from Celeste so i can give you hoe advice?

to Celeste precisely.

from Celeste yo is he hot lmao

to Celeste girl he's a dream. not only that he's such a gentleman

from Celeste MARRY HIM

to Celeste stfu i'm still freaking out

from Celeste what is this boy's name i need details

to Celeste you wouldn't believe me if i told you

from Celeste wait so i know him??

to Celeste uhm!! kinda ig omg

from Celeste TELL ME DONT DEPRIVE ME OF GOSSIP

to Celeste my lips are sealed

from Celeste ugh you whore Y/N's finally got some dick after lame ass dude from film school and he's so hot she can't even name him. will we ever find out mr dreamy's name?? we'll just have to wait and see. you know i'm always watching. xoxo, gossip girl

to Celeste LMFAO STOPP IT ADKJSF srsly Celeste i'm freaking out i don't know how he's gonna react when he wakes up

from Celeste i'm going to be so honest bc we're best friends. he may be a rly nice ass dude and i'm hoping to God but if he's an ass and asks you to leave i don't want your lil heart to hurt okay? some guys are like that and i don't want you to get your hopes up

to Celeste i won't i won't he was just a hot hookup, yeah?

from Celeste for now at least yeah but hey maybe mr dreamy is rly who you say he is and you end up dating or some shit that would be rad as hell but for now UNLEASH THE INNER HOE

to Celeste OH SHIT HE JUST MOVED GTG PRAY FOR ME

from Celeste CALL ME RIGHT AFTER YOU LEAVE BABE I WANNA GET TO KNOW MR DREAMY BETTER

And so with the roll of her eyes and a smile on her lips, Y/N swiftly makes her way back over to the bed, so quietly you might question if she was supposed to be some sort of spy in a different life.

It’s about three minutes later when his eyes start fluttering that she puts on her best acting impression of someone who totally didn't just text her best friend asking about hook up advice.

Harry’s hands go to his eyes and he’s blinking and wiping the sleep away when he gets a glimpse of the mile long legs next to his. There’s a brief flashback of last night where those same legs were wrapped around his hips in the car on the way to his flat after - fuck, what event even was that? Her tantalizing physique making it nearly impossible for him to wait to just fucking rip the fabric of the dress off.

He shakes his head of the memory, glancing to the right angel next to him.

Her hair was draped perfectly around her face resembling a halo or summat and Harry really doesn’t know what to call the emotions coursing through him.

She’s beautiful, he decides. Completely and irrevocably beautiful. Harry’s heart does a weird twist and he has no fucking idea what it means but he can’t find a reason to dislike whatever was happening. He quite likes the feeling, actually.

He doesn't know what the fuck to do, though. Wake her? Let her sleep?

If only Harry knew she was in the exact same situation minutes ago.

He opts for leaning over and cuddling into her with a lingering kiss to her cheek. (Y/N was quite the actress, wasn't she?)

Her eyes slowly blink open as if she’s been asleep for a decade and then they meet with his.

Her eyes roam from his eyes to his lips, from his eyes to his lips, from his eyes to his lips....

The next thing Harry knows is that they’re kissing. Much less fervent than last night but the drive is still there and he was over the moon about it. Her giggle causes the dimples to shine through as she broke the kiss.

They probably just stared at each other for a good couple of seconds before he muttered the first sober words, “Mornin’, love.”

Maybe they were both dissociating the fact they were proper strangers. Proper giggling like they’d been dating or something - how absurd. But neither Harry or Y/N really seem to have a care in the world about that.

His voice was thick and raspy and Y/N never knew British accents were her thing till now. She could get used to this.

But then realty sunk in.

He’s Harry Styles. He’s a multi-milonaire with enough female attention to have a one night stand every night for the rest of his life and then some, if it did fancy him. Y/N couldn't be anything special to him. Right?

“I should.. I should probably go, right?”

His eyebrows furrow and those dimples are no where to be found when her question is asked. Maybe Harry was wrong, maybe she didn't feel the same way.

But God. He doesn't think anyone has ever successfully made him feel this fucked out in a long time and the fact her beauty had him proper stuttering over the next thing he said to her was proof enough of how he felt.

“What’s the rush?” The way his words come out so very somber (replicating a wounded little puppy dog, and Y/N’s heart almost breaks) causes Y/N to put a hand to his cheek as her eyes go wild in panic.

“Didn't- didn’t mean it like tha’! Swear. Sorry, I’m just.. not really used to this kinda thing.”

Harry’s eyes shine at that as lips turn upwards, “Whatcha mean by tha’?”

“Like,” she motions between the two of them, “I don't hook up.”

Harry wouldn't admit that actually makes him all the more attracted to her. She definitely wasn’t inexperienced, that he already knew. Far from that, if he’s being frank. But it might've tickled his tulips a bit too much with the information that she hadn’t accompanied too many blokes in their bedroom affairs and he’s seriously relieved about that. Not that he has any room to be jealous of her past lovers... but he is.

“Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets or summat like tha’?”

He gets a playful shove and the roll of her eyes as she tries not to laugh at that. What a fuckin’ dork (which, in truth, just makes him all the more perfect to Y/N.)

“You’re a comedic lad, aren’t ya?”

Y/N really wants to kiss those dimples and stay wrapped in his arms forever. She didn’t get crushes very easily, but it seems Harry was just the right amount of charming to have her falling faster than Alice did chasing after that damn rabbit.

The hand that was resting on her hip squeezes playfully as he chuckles a very boyish laugh that makes him look years younger. Y/N is a bit too enamored with how pretty she thinks he is. How long ago did they meet again?

“I try, my darling,” There’s a flash in his eyes and it seems he wants to say so much but settles with holding his hand out for her to shake and she’s confused till he speaks.

“M’harry.”

She grins with realization and Harry decides every time she smiles an angel defiently gets their wings. “Y/N.”

And so they shake hands with eyes full of a lustful kind of love and hearts full of gold.

“Nice to meet yeh, love.”

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