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𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓲𝓼. 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼.

✿ summary: you finally get out of that nasty sewer to try and educate mahito on the art of snow angels

✿ ft: mahito

✿ unedited

you only now thought about how cursed spirits interacted with your world. its not like they were like ghosts, unable to open doors or lift a soda can. they were able to do that, you’ve seen it. you’ve seen that manhole cover be lifted, the sun drifting down like a ray of light piercing the sewage floors with its light. you’ve seen him move it to get inside to see you and his little projects. so you know that curses can interact with the real world. they can move stuff around just like yourself.

so how did people not notice them when it was winter? snow falling onto the concrete and the crunch of shoes on freshly fallen snow. how did people just not notice footprints left behind them?

there really was no use in worrying about it. it was just a waste of your time especially when you finally got out of that nasty sewer for the first time in what felt like forever. yeah, a random backlot of a bankrupt companies building was a little filthy but it still has fresh air. something you were desperately lacking.

mahitos boyish laugh broke you out of your daze, his hand reaching out for your wrist to drag you deeper into the parking lot. your feet drag behind his, the difference in physical mobility clear.

“look, look!” he pointed at a larger patch of snow than at you, almost for approval. his eyes were wide like puppies waiting for a treat, mouth stretched wide. looking at him almost made you forget the fact he kidnapped you and dragged you away from your family and friends without a second thought.

“what do humans do for fun in the snow?” he asked, dropping onto his butt onto the cold snow. it would have surprised you how he didn't flinch from the cold but this was mahito youre talking about.

“snow angels… they’re pretty fun-”

“-what is that?” he asked, a hand outstretched onto the snow to press change his weight distribution to lean closer to you. he seemed so normal with the light of the moon illuminating his pale face.

“you get on the floor. and then you move your arms and legs around.”

“like a warm?”

“no.”

“show me, [y/n]!”

“omph-!”

before you can do anything he charges at you, smile never leaving his face. arms wrapped around your body sending you both tumbling into a new patch of snow.

“show me, [y/n].”

so close

his arms were beside your head, cold air swirling around your neck and face.

his laugh was nice. the way he sprayed his arms out, muscles contrasting was a little nice.

he grabbed your arms by your weak biceps and started to drag them up and down the snowy powder. your hands would connect at the top making a small ‘smack’ sound.

“like this?” he asked, breaking from his concentration to look back up at you.

“not all the way up,” you try to break from his grip but the curse keeps a bruising grip, his eyes telling you more than you should know that's not a good idea.

so you bring your arms up and show him, up, down. when he saw what it was doing he shouted like he just cursed some disease.

“[y/n], [y/n]!” he shouted jumping up only to plop a few feet away from you, just enough space to try his own. “like this?” he asked lips parting and eyes wide. he really didn't look all that evil with the moon shining down on him like that. he also looked human with how much the dark concealed him.

“you move your legs, like this,” you moved your legs from side to side as your arms went up and down. and mahito let out that gasp and giggle.

“i got it [y/n]! you humans really don't know how to have fun do you?” giggles bubbled from his throat, arms and legs moving to create divots in the snow below him.

and just as fast as his happiness started it ended. he slowly came to a stop, eyes darkening looking up at the twinkling sky.

“are you happy to be spending christmas with me? humans spend it with people they love the most, don't they?” he sounds rather thoughtful. that's more than you got in a while.

“oh, it’s christmas. that’s nice.”

“answer my question,” he seems mad, a small wrinkle between his brows now showing.

“yeah, it's nice.”

“am i important to you? do you love me the most? more than anyone else?” it seems rather out of character to be asking for praise. geto probably said something to get underneath his skin.

so you tried to laugh and have your shoulders move just as your arms were a few seconds ago. “mahito,” you turned your head to see he was staring right into your eyes. like he wanted something. no- needed something. just what happened? “you spend christmas with people who make you happy. you make me happy,” you lie completely utterly and deeply in your soul.

his hand dragged along the snow, a divet in the snow following him before his fingertip touched your own. his wrist was elongated further than any human should, his hand wrapping around your own, so quick it almost seemed like he was afraid that he would lose you. but you knew that was wrong. he would and could never lose you.

his cheek pressed against the snow facing you. his eyes, those blue and gray eyes, looking into yours searched for something. the stitches on his neck bobbed when he swallowed some spit. “humans are so simple.” he could go on a rant but there was nothing. just his eyes searching your own and a cold hand holding onto yours, a bruising grip.

yet with how he spoke he still branched out another hand out of his one hold onto you own and moved it to caress your cheek. it pushed the snow on your cheek off, and held the fat with such tenderness. it was strange.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

"i can fix him"

"i can make him worse"

"i can accept him as he is"

oh yeah? well i can be SO much more bonkers that no matter what sin he commits, he will look like a saint compared to me

wishing this was one of my birthday gifts, maybe next year🤞🏽

Me with Charlie Vickers as Annatar/Sauron 🥰😍

“I can fix him”; yeah, but I can put him through both an emotional and physical blender and we all wait for what happens next because I will never finish it or give comfort. sorry.

Eros really said gaslight gatekeep girlboss didn't he

How to fix a guy:

1. Approach him.

2. Grab his neck.

3. Snap it.

4. Bury his body under illegal plants so it can't be dup up.

5. Run, bitch, RUN!

Mobius was like "I can fix him" and actually did that 👁️👄👁️

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The First Snow

pairing: luke castellan x gn!reader

w.c: 1k (got a tad carried away, oh well)

content: fluff?, gn!reader, reader is a little… dumb(?), not in camp... or canon tbh, it snowed !, established relationship, there's like... two swear words, readers favorite color is green because that's my favorite color (duh)

warning: not edited, i was writing it literally right before i went to bed so if something doesn't make sense... ignore it <3 I also got the idea for this from a prompt generator, so 🤷🏻‍♀️

For the past couple of days you have been wanting to go to your boyfriend’s home, but it’s been snowing. And it’s been a little while since the two of you had last seen each other, since you’re too busy with school work and your jobs. So, when you finally got a proper day off, you jumped at the opportunity to visit and relax with your lover.

Now, instead of walking to the front door and being a normal person, you decided to have a little fun with all the good packing snow around you. You had made a small snowball and thought it’d be a good way to get your boyfriend’s attention if you threw it at his bedroom window. You giggle to yourself at the thought of his confused face after you throw it and it makes a loud ‘thud!’ on the glass. You take a second to compose yourself before aiming and… there’s no thud. No indication of the snowball hitting anything for that matter. You look down at your hand and find it empty before turning back to look at the window where your snow-covered boyfriend, Luke, is now staring at you with a blank face, “What… Is wrong with you?” 

“Ah! Sorry, I didn’t think your window was open! It was supposed to be this cute thing, I was gonna throw the snowball at your window and supri-” You’re cut off by him laughing. He was laughing? Your brows furrow together as you move closer to the window, to him, and notice the lack of screen. Then you notice the rest of his room, it’s cozy looking with all the decor and dark, navy blue sheets and blankets on his bed. “You… You’re not mad, right?”

“No sweetheart, I’m not mad,” He shakes his head and helps you in through the window before closing it for good. His curly, brunette hair sags and drips a bit from the now melted snow, “I just can’t believe you thought it’d be a good idea to throw that instead of tapping on the window or knocking on the front door,” there’s a hint of amusement in his voice as he takes a seat back on his bed, binders and books sprawled on the blue sheets, some wet from the snow and others untouched completely.

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU HAD IT OPEN WITH NO SCREEN?” 

“You could’ve actually looked?” He responds with a cheeky grin gracing his features. 

“Oh whatever, Castellan,” You roll your eyes and plop down on his bed beside him. Your eyes scan his room, taking in your surroundings. As you look around you notice a familiar bracelet sitting on his semi-cluttered desk, “Is that the friendship bracelet I made you… when was that? 3 years ago?” You take notice of the way his cheeks flush and he hesitates to answer your question. You shake your head in response as you work to move his books and papers off his bed, “Look, I don’t care that you kept it, but gods it hurts my eyes to look at.”

“Are you calling your own handiwork an eyesore?”

“Yes! Because it is!”

“Nuh uh.”

“Did you just say nuh uh?” You shake your head at him as you set his stuff down on his desk, swiping the bracelet in the process. You move back over to his bed and reach for his hand, gently sliding the piece of crappy handmade jewelry onto his wrist, “If I wear mine 24/7, you have to wear yours all the time too.” 

His face contorts to a look of confusion as his eyes move from your face to your wrist where he sees the matching bracelet to the one you placed on him, “You… You actually wear yours?”

“Well yeah! Why wouldn’t I?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Well I just thought that…” His voice trails off as he fails to find the right words. You look at him expectantly as your hands motion for him to ‘spit it out.’ Luke lets out a soft sigh before shaking his head, his brown curls bouncing with the motion, “I don’t know. I didn’t think you’d keep it.”

“Luke, honey, we’ve been dating for what… a year now? Do you seriously not know me that well? What’s my favorite color?”

“Isn’t it forest green?”

You smile at him and press a soft, chaste kiss to his cheek, “Okay, I guess you can have a pass this time.”

“Oh yay. How lucky of me! I looooove freebies,” Luke rolls his eyes, the sassy man apocalypse got this one too… You shake your head at him and sigh while ruffling his hair with a smile. And that’s how the two of you decide to spend the rest of the day. Bickering, throwing sass, and making the smallest things out to be bigger than they are because that’s just how you two are.

Hours later, the sun was starting to set, making the sky explode in beautiful shades of pinks and oranges. “You still never explained why your window doesn’t have a screen in it, or why it was open. I mean do you seriously need your window open when it’s 5 degrees outside?” You ask as you look up at him from your spot in his arms. The warmth of the blankets and his body wrapped around yours are enough to lull you to sleep but you fight it back, forcing your eyes open. Luke’s chest rumbles as he laughs softly in response to your question. “Let’s just say a little birdy told me you’d try to come over today,” 

“So you’re telling me you took the screen out of your window and left it open for gods know how long because a quote unquote little birdy told you I was coming?” 

“That’s what I said, yeah.”

“Sometimes I wish you could just tell me the truth!”

“I AM telling the truth,” Luke huffs and sits up, the blankets around you moving with him as he disentangles from you. You sit up too, following the warmth of his body in a desperate need for it to be wrapped around you once again. “You just don’t want to listen to me because I sassed you one too many times.” 

“You wish!”

“Oh so now you want a sass off, is that it?”

i think it's crazy the amount of times rafe has said "i have these thoughts" or "i just lose control in those moments" or anything to admit he has a problem nd ppl jst brush him off. like ???

hating everyone in that show, minus rafe. that's my baby idc.

Listen I'm sorry, I'm fond of Viktor but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THAT HAIR MY GUY?!!

That shit is atrocious! Show me your barber right now so I can beat him silly for doing you like that mister!

He's Toxic, but Fine.

GOD DAMN IS HE FINE!!

(He's literally a nazi skinhead.)

But GODDAMN!! LOOK AT HIM!!

(Literally hates and kills minorities.)

BUT DAMN!! HE'S SUCH A SNACK!!

(Literally so toxic, he could poison you to death just by speaking one word at the dinner table.)

BUT ZAMN!! HE'S SO FUCKING FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEE!!! 😫💦😩💦

Need this.

"i can fix them!" no, i'm making both of us worse. enjoy the chaos, babe.

ruin your childhood?

nah girl i’m just gonna paint its fingernails black

I yap a lot about how I'm pro "Jason gets therapy and healing" because I'm a therapy and healing bitch, but also as a messy and miserable characters enjoyers I do think it's cool when he's a hot mess that fucks with everyone in intense and creative ways. On that note, Jason should fake his death in the most dramatic and gut-wrenching way possible that fucks Bruce up forever and drowns him in guilt and go to college while Bruce implodes.

Bruce: This is... This is all my fault... My son, and he's dead twice over because of me...

Meanwhile Jason: Wow I've never stopped to consider the symbolism those curtains could have for the relationship between Catherine and Heathcliff, this class is so interesting. I'm gonna get a pumpkin spice chai latte after this :)

Call me Bob the builder cause I’m bout to fix the fuck outta this hoe I need him so bad AGHAHSHHS

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‘I can fix him!!’

Him in question;