#patrxclxs

[clairebxrtonarchive]

PSA

I. Love. You.  We maybe have never interacted with each other, or maybe we have interacted with each other a lot or just a little, but I love you nonetheless.  And I know, who cares what a random stranger says, but I do, I really do. Every day when I log on, I look on my dash and am happy I see your posts. I look to my dash and I’m glad that you’re there.  You are loved. And you make a difference. You are an important person.  I know it’s hard to see that through anxiety, depression, or other mental health problems, but I assure you it’s true. And if you ever need to talk, my IMs are open as well as my inbox. I can even give you my email or whatever else.   And when you see this post, know it’s for you. Know that I mean it. And remember: I. Love. You. 

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continued from here with @patrxclxs ( crIES I’M SORRY I know we have two threads already but this was too cute not to respond to it aah feel free to ignore ofc <3 )

It was just a cut, nothing lethal. Yet she still found herself worried. The blood was so red. Was this part of the whole soul mate thing? “We need to put something on that,” she said, stating the obvious before hurrying to the bathroom and returning with a band aid. Hermione carefully wrapped it around his finger, making sure to cover the entire wound. Then she smiled up at him. “We can always just order some pizza, you know?”

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for the marvelous patrxclxs;;

NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT              A nice college town with terrible weather conditions.

Although Charlotte doesn't mind because New Haven houses the Yale University library, where she fell asleep cramming for a course when she should have been at HOME showered and asleep. She knew she was going to do absoulutely fine, even if she didn't cram in the library but she'd rather be safe than sorry ( her entire life was riding on this degree ).

She put her text books in her bag, grabbed her umbrella, and drank the coffee that she didn't finish last night. She walk towards the crosswalk and stopped at the red light, she proceeded to fumble with her travel mug and umbrella as she attempted to shield herself from the rain. The light turned green and she quickly ran across, stopping under the awning of packed breakfast place. She eventually got her umbrella open, pressing the button to extend it with a "fucking finally." and a sigh of relief. Just as it extended and she turned to continue on her way she ended up hitting someone              .   .   . in the crotch

"OH MY GOSH, I am SO incredibly sorry"

              she stammered cheeks quickly turning rosy red and heating up.

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the great escape !

@patrxclxs​

they don't know she speaks german, they don't know she understands it perfectly. they're not at all generous when it comes to anaesthesia, and she's learned to notice details when there's pain. she's an object; experiment, beauty no longer consideration. maybe that was a small blessing.

but she hears there's another in this building, they speak of procedures familiar to her.

additionally? these men are unaware how quickly drugs move through her system; though her metabolism is eating her alive, drugs only work for so long and the formula has given her strength that is equal to them. a remarkable thing, since she's been frozen for too long. surprise is her greatest ally, the environment far kinder to her than thought.

she steals scrubs before stumbling from the examination room, her legs wobbly, the hallway empty. she doesn't know how long she's been out this time, but she's glad to see the numbers of hydra have not recovered enough to man the halls properly. legs half working, she makes her way through the halls, peeking in rooms she knew used to be exam rooms.

and then, she finds a ghost. not her own, but a ghost indeed.    

❝   sergeant barnes?  ❞

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@patrxclxs cont. from here bC REASONS

      “ not like... THAT, asshole. ”

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you are killing me and bucky with all the rumlow plz have mercy

      “Beg for it PROPERLY an’ maybe I’ll think about it.”