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0alanasworld0 · 1 year

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Late night arrivals (Yassine Bounou x reader) *smut

Description: Yassine comes home late again, tired of everything but at least he has you to come home to

Warnings: its smut lol

Yassine never used to mind coming home late. Early mornings have always been the bane of his existence and he has contemplated a quiet office job multiple times to escape the random, late-notice 5am training sessions. But, only recently has he begun to truly despise the prolonged training sessions.

The second you came into his life, you had him wrapped around your little finger and as soon as the pair of you began a relationship, he constantly craved your company. Now he had a reason to come home every evening. Regardless of how badly things went over at the stadium, whether he got into it with a teammate or coach, at least he could look forward to seeing your relaxed figure there in one of his shirts, doodling away in your little sketchbook. Or on the flip side, he could come home and quickly whip something up while awaiting your return from work. Massage your sore shoulders and upper back, press kisses into your skin as you told him about your day, carry you to your room as you got ready for bed together. He liked doing things with you in general but sharing a night routine had a special place in his heart: watching you do your skincare and offering to do his, brushing each other's hair softly, getting changed together as you slapped him for whistling suggestively. He already made you blush constantly with his gaze so the comments had you even more flustered.

“Can I not express admiration for my beautiful wife?”

“Admiration? Is that what we’re calling it now?” You shake your head with a smile that you can’t bite back as he shrugs. You walk up to him and peck the corner of his mouth, smirking as you turn around quickly to remove your earrings while he whines for a “real kiss”.

However, coming home so late that your night routine was completed or you had dozed waiting for him irritated him more than he could ever express to anyone.

Arguing with the managers left him in a sour mood. Their constant over-reliance on him as well as their reluctance to make changes to improve not only his but their performances had become something of a sensitive subject area. Things were just very tense at the moment, he didn’t like the fact that he could only really trust one of his teammates to pull their weight for the team. It was never enough and he felt as if he dealt with the brunt of the blame. He cooled off a little once he got in his car: the light vanilla scent of your perfume still lingered, relaxing him as he took a deep breath. He could finally charge and check his phone for any messages from you that would calm him down and bring a smile to his face. He imagined you in your little silk slip. He pats himself on the back for buying it for you; you were stunning regardless of what you wore but something about the delicate fabric hanging off of your perfect form was just divine. He sees the messages and phone calls from you and frowns slightly until he listens to the voicemail:

“Hey! I hope everything’s okay and you haven’t completely blown up on Sampaoli haha… um… no seriously uh… please don’t be too hard on yourself. I know things are a bit difficult right now but you’re one of the strongest people I know. It’ll pass with you coming out having made even more star strikers cry haha- no I’m rambling. Forget all of that: You’re amazing and I love you and I can’t wait to see yo-”

“I can’t wait to see you, ugh damn that time limit!” you grumbled the last part under your breath, making him laugh a little. You always knew what to say without even realising it. Did you even know how much of an effect you had on him?

A part of him only felt worse now, you were always so understanding with him but he really wished that he didn’t have to sacrifice his time with you just because the club managers couldn’t find any other way of improving the team’s performances. He was really beginning to consider the offers from other teams, wondering if they would be more reasonable with the timings. The car journey is peaceful with him humming along to one of the songs from a playlist you made for him. He smiles as he recognises some of the lyrics you have pointed out to him as your favourites.

“The symbolism is so beautiful and perfect, don’t you think?! The broken bones in this context are because he fell in love with her really quickly and suddenly! You can’t tell me that that isn’t lyrical geniu- why are you looking at me like that?” You narrow your eyes in confusion.

“Your eyes light up whenever you talk about something you like. It’s quite mesmerising.” he smiles, continuing to stare into your eyes and pulling you in for a kiss before you look down to hide the blush making its way to your face, tracing the shape of your lips with his thumb as you look into his eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration.

He finally reaches home, trying to be quiet as he kicks his shoes off. He closes the door and removes his shirt on the way to your shared bedroom.

He smiles as he sees you still awake, sitting on the bed and carefully putting your art supplies away on your side table. He missed the skincare routine and watching you get changed but at least you’re still awake. He’ll take what he can get. And even better, you’re in that silk slip.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you gonna get in?” he can’t see your face but he hopes you’re relieved to have him back home.

You stand up and jog over to him, enveloping him in a tight hug and he almost immediately melts into it. The lingering perfume in the car was nothing in comparison to you. His arms pull you even closer and he buries his face in your hair and he can feel the stresses of the day dissipate quickly with your comforting presence.

“Is that a new shampoo?”

“Uh yeah, I got a package with some mango scented stuff and I thought I’d give it a try! Do you like?”

“It's you so yes” he feels you smile into his chest. Any reminder of that size difference had him going a little bit crazy.

He was a big guy. A 6’5 wall of muscle. He was a goalkeeper, of course he needed to be. At his level, he needed to be in peak physical condition so he could continue to perform as one of the world’s best goalkeepers. Yassine’s job could be a pain sometimes but watching him play had you dizzy with love and lust and everything in between. You were already pretty small but next to him, it was that much more obvious and you both revelled in the fact. It meant that he always treated you like the most precious thing he had ever known, which you were, and he didn’t want to break you.

You let go of the hug and he already misses your soft skin pressed against his. You go to the mirror to take your earrings off and he immediately moves to stand behind you with his arms wrapped around your torso and head resting on top of yours. Before you even say anything, he reluctantly removes his arms to brush your hair over your shoulder and remove the locket you were wearing. Another one of his lavish gifts, there’s a photo of you and him inside with the date of your first encounter. It's one of the many anniversaries he loves to celebrate. This was one of the smaller gifts but you treasure it since he shares a matching pocket watch.

He bends down to leave butterfly kisses that trail down from behind your ear to your shoulder and you shiver slightly, closing your eyes in pleasure. He was so intoxicating that you sometimes couldn’t believe that he was real and yours.

“You’re my everything, you know?”

“And you’re mine” he wraps his arms around again and squeezes you as you squeal.

His size proves advantageous as he lifts you up with ease and gently tosses you onto the bed, quickly trailing behind you and pulling you by your ankles towards him. His hands glide up your bare thighs and give them a gentle squeeze that has you whimpering in anticipation. His hands were truly a work of art. He could hold both of your hands in one of his comfortably and in moments like this, when they almost take up the entirety of one ass cheek, you realise just how huge he is. The thought of it has you dizzy with ideas of things he could do to you.

As your slip bunches up at your hips, he sees your cunt expose itself to him a little bit more and groans at the sight. He moves to kiss your neck again, trailing down slowly and leaving a trail of bites and marks that have you moaning quietly in bliss. He reaches you clothed breasts, nipples already hardened from the chill of the air, and opts to suckle on them through the fabric, your hands moving to grip his hair as he teases you. You close your eyes at the feeling, his warm tongue soaking the material and you can faintly feel it swirl around the bud. You wonder if he can feel your heart hammering against your chest.

He continues the trail downwards until he reaches your leaking cunt. He's aching with debauched images of what he wants to do and he's painfully hard with the lewd thoughts but still takes the time to tease, leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs, bites that have you arching your back slightly. They're so soft and warm so he's taking extra time to give them some love. Parting them further and further until he finally decides that he can’t wait anymore. He sight of your glistening centre is more than he can handle, a sight he's seen plenty of times before but he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. His thoughts could never compare to the angel in front of him. He dives in to leave a long, slow lick through your folds from your entrance to your swollen pearl and you cry out again, panting heavily and your thighs are trembling slightly in excitement. He swirls his tongue around the bud before he sucking lightly, tongue still making circles around it. He hums in satisfaction at your sweet taste which only serves to stimulate you even more as your back immediately arches off the bed. You cry out in pleasure and relief and your hands reach down for his hair again as you pull on it. He responds by sucking even harder as your soft thighs move to close around his head. The feeling of the warm softness trapping his head has him dizzy and he can't help but gently buck his hips against the mattress to relieve some of the tension. He wraps his arms around them to keep them close and create more contact. He revelled in the fact that he still made you so nervous after all this time but he wondered if you knew of the effect you had on him. His angel. His sunshine. You lit up every room you walked into and brought an air of calm to those around you. All of that beauty to match a body that had him feral. It felt blasphemous to not learn every little scar, freckle and dip that decorated you. To not study what made you squirm, gasp, cry in pure, unadulterated bliss. He has your legs shaking in no time and decides to finally finish you off by slowly pushing two long, slender fingers into you, curling them against the spot you could never reach with your own fingers. He looks up to one of the most beautiful things he could ever dream of witnessing and moans, the vibrations only serving to torture your little bud even more. Your eyes roll back as you moan in complete and utter bliss all while his mouth never lets up on your clit. You’re in tears by the first mind-blowing orgasm of the night as you gush all over his face. He releases your clit, opting for small licks and kisses that prolong your orgasm and have your thighs twitching.

When you come down from your high and he’s finally had enough, he quickly works to take off your slip, holding back the primal desire to just tear it off your frame, and his joggers too before laying on his back and patting his thighs, smirking as your eyes trail down his body, biting your lip nervously. You never get used to it. Again, he’s 6’5 so it shouldn’t be surprising yet here you are. You look absolutely adorable in your current state: head cocked to the side as you oggle him, cheeks flushed, biting your kiss-bitten lips, hands folded neatly on your lap, fidgeting as you assess the situation. Does everything about this girl have to be so adorable?

“C’mon gorgeous, we’ll go slow…” He trails off; his pupils blown wide, entranced by you in all your glory as you move to straddle his thighs. Hovering over his cock, quivering slightly as you slowly move down onto him. His hands reach for your breasts, twisting and pinching the nipples and he moves down as you close your eyes. He reaches your thighs and gives them a hard squeeze, again reminding you of the size difference. His hands cover them almost entirely and they feel so warm against you. the callouses scratch lightly against your delicate skin and you can imagine the veins bulging as he flexes them. He knew you had a thing for his hands so made the extra effort to keep them wandering around your body, lingering on your most sensitive parts so you would remember them.

He’s prepared you enough so that he slips in easily but the stretch still has you gasping and gripping his shoulders as you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling of your walls clamping around him is like no other and he can't help but moan lowly at the feeling. It's been too long since he had this.

“That's it… there’s my good girl- fuck” your eyes roll back as you slowly take more and more of him. You have to stop for a while, already feeling so full but you cry out at his next comment.

“C’mon baby, halfway there. You can take it, can’t you?” He notices the tears beginning to form in your eyes and grips your hips, guiding you down onto the final inches of him. It's a tighter squeeze for the last bit and you both moan loudly when he’s through. Your thighs are shaking again and he laughs breathily, picking up on the telltale signs of your orgasm. He moves a hand off your hip and goes to gently rub your clit, moaning loudly as you clench tightly around him, unexpectedly gushing all over his cock. You're so sensitive to him and he's so glad that he hasn't been the only one desperate for it. He’s shaking slightly as the pleasure takes over, continuing to rub you as you convulse with the aftershocks.

He grunts as you start to move up and down his cock, the blunt tips of your nails scratching down his chest.

“Such a good girl for me… You’re so perfect…” his hands resting on your hips, occasionally moving up to squeeze your breasts and trailing back down in the way he knows you love. He loves seeing how hard you tried to take him and keep going, his perfect girl. It's already too much for you and it's barely even started. The exhaustion takes over quickly as you collapse onto him with your head resting on his shoulder. A hand moves to soothingly rub your back as you nuzzle into him, lulled into a false sense of security. You're panting heavily and closing your eyes as you tried to regain some sense, the wet kisses that he's leaving all over the parts of you he can reach are not helping and the chills don't seem to be dissipating anytime soon.

Wrapping his arms tightly around your middle, he kisses your neck, giving you a short break before continuing. He bends his knees slightly, balancing on his feet as he snaps his hips, pistoning into you. You shake even more, not even having the energy to moan out. You’re in complete bliss as the pleasure takes over and you squeeze his shoulders. He moans out as you flutter around him, struggling to move with the vice grip you have on his cock and he hisses at the feeling of you digging your nails into his shoulders, adding to the array of marks that will undoubtably raise some eyebrows and illicit questions in the locker room. He tightens his arms around you and thrusts harder, hands wandering all over your body as the knot in your stomach tightens again.

He flips you over, roughly throwing your legs over his shoulders, practically folding you in half as he pounds into you. You’re definitely not walking right for the next few days. The position allows him that much deeper and he’s angled perfectly to press against your spot with each thrust; it has you trying to squirm away from the stimulation, your nails are now dragging down his back. Everything about him is overwhelming. His body completely blocks your surroundings, his voice sends chills down your spine, his scent has you all warm and safe and his touch sparks trails of electricity throughout your whole body. His thrusts are fast and desperate as he holds you down by your hips to stop you from moving away. Another hand grabbing at your wrists and holding them above your head. he has you pinned to the mattress to make sure that you're taking the full force of his thrusts. He presses his forehead against yours.

"Where do you think you're going, sweets?" He mocks, smirking as he notices that you can't even open your eyes to look at him.

“Oh would you look at that princess?” He takes one of your hands and places it on your belly. You can feel it, you can feel him. You manage to open your eyes and make contact with his darkened ones. you dare to look down as you see it. the bulge that forms whenever he pushes back into you, evidence of just how deep he is inside you. you moan out in shock and pleasure, clenching around him and legs flailing as you make another futile attempt to move away.

"Fuck- stop moving." His grip tightens just a little bit on your wrists and hip, not enough to hurt but just to bring your cock-drunk self to some sense.

He bites his lip, desperately trying to last a bit longer; wanting to coax a couple more orgasms out of you.

“Always take me so well, so perfect for me, huh? I love you so much, baby- fuck” he groans in your ear, leaving wet kisses all over your neck and chest, letting go of your wrists to hold to backs of your knees, keeping you still and spread wide as he pushed as deep as he could. you move your hands to pull on his gorgeous, thick hair again and he comes up from leaving dark purple hickeys on your neck and shoulder to capture your lips in a searing kiss that takes your breath away. You’re both coming to finish and he rubs your clit in tight circles to bring you there.

“C’mon gorgeous, cum for me.” He collapses onto your chest, grinding himself against you all while continuing to stimulate your clit. You're trapped under his enormous frame now and the feeling of his skin pressed up against yours makes you close your eyes in comfort. His warm breath is a stark contrast to the cool air and the feeling spreads like fire throughout the rest of your body. His grip on your hip tightens, grinding deeply so you could really feel every inch of him. You tighten around him again and this time, he can’t hold back as he cums inside you with a moan that sets your own orgasm off. Your arms tighten around his head and his thrusts are now shallow as he works to ride the high with you, releasing his grip to let your legs flop down and back onto the bed. Your hand moves to slap his hand away from your clit but he keeps it there, massaging and pinching as you convulse with the extra stimulation.

“One more for me. C'mon gorgeous, I know you can take it” he sweetly kisses your temple, a stark contrast to what he was doing to you. He dips his head to take a nipple into his mouth, licking around the bud before sucking fervently and you gush around him for the last time. His hands leave your clit to rub and sooth your body as you try to catch your breath. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Such a good girl for me, hmm? my perfect girl” You smile into the kiss, your hand running over his back to sooth the scratches, the feeling of the soft, warm skin and twitching muscles on your hand brings you such a level of comfort that you could never do justice with words. You whine as he slowly lets go of the embrace, suddenly feeling very empty and cold as he leaves to grab a washcloth. He parts your legs gently, smoothing over the skin and wipes you down. You twitch and cry out as you feel it against your clit.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ll be quick.” He presses the warm cloth against your inner thighs and you close your eyes at the feeling. He looks over the marks and his eyes flicker to your muscles which haven't stopped twitching with concern. Did he go too far this time?

“Are you feeling okay? Was that too much? I’m so sorry, princess I have no idea what came over me I-” You pull him into a soft kiss as he relaxes again into you. A hand moving to cup your cheek.

“It was perfect, I promise. I love you.” giving him a dopey smile, humming in delight as he kisses over all of the lovebites, cooling the slight sting you felt.

“I’m just gonna go and grab some snacks and water, pretty. I’ll be back!” You go to protest but he shushes you, insisting that you needed the nutrients.

"Trust me, I'm an athlete." you roll your eyes with a small smile, relishing the care he's giving you.

He returns with his arms full of fruit, chocolates and water bottles, eyes softening at your figure snuggled up into the sheets.

You don’t feel particularly hungry but he insists that it’ll do you good so you relent, letting him feed you the grapes and sweets as he runs his fingers through your hair and over your relaxed frame. You’re holding off a smile as he does so, eyes narrowing at him in faux-annoyance.

“You love it really” he says with a teasing smile, putting the water bottle on the side table, turning the lamp off and pulling the covers over the pair of you. Your head is against his chest and you’re soothed by the slow thump of his heart beat and the warmth he radiates.

“I’m sorry I came home late again.” he smiles sadly as he strokes your hair. What kind of husband couldn't give his wife this everyday? Sure, I hate not spending time with her but imagine how she's feeling! It genuinely makes his heart ache at the idea of you having to wait for him.

“Its not your fault, my love. Did coach lay into you again?”

“As per usual. I still don’t know how he expects me and Yousef to hold up this entire team alone. I just don’t know what to do anymore…” he trails off, what would he do now? The team that gave him everything was falling apart and he had to take the weight of the blame. It was soul-crushing.

“I’ll be there with you regardless, just keep talking to me, okay? Don’t keep it to yourself. I've said it once and I'll say it again, you're one of the strongest people I know. You'll find a way out but in the mean time, just don't keep any of this in. Your struggles are mine.” You wipe away a stray tear and he closes his eyes at the feeling of your soft hand soothing his skin.

He carefully moves you off him so he can face you, moving a hand to rest on your cheek. Smiling softly at the concern in your eyes.

“You make everything better, I could take on the world so long as you’re there.”

“I try my best.” You smile, pressing your lips to his before hiding your face in his neck. His arms move to wrap around you as the exhaustion hits. He closes his eyes and breathes out in relief. You’re here. You’re okay. He’s a fighter and he soon will find his way too. And he's comforted by the knowledge that you'll be there with him for it all.

He allows the tiredness to overtake him as he smiles, falling into a deep slumber with his perfect wife encased in his strong arms. It’ll be okay.

Before I move onto the requests, I just thought I’d get a test-run in. I hope u enjoy, my lovelies xxx

#yassine bounou #yassine bono #yassine bounou x reader #yassine bounou imagine #footballer fic #footballer imagine

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tht0nesimp · 1 year

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Y!Bully!TBH boys X reader

TW: Drugging, weed, oral sex (m, receiving), poly, party, kidnapping, sexual themes, crying, dub/non-con, 16+ characters, modern au (THIS IS FOR 2 AND THE NEXT PART)

You widen your eyes trying to think about the last time you even thought about a party, but you were pulled in the car and sat next to him in the upper passengers seat “where exactly?” he sneers at you “the junkyard doy, its at 8. Look presentable please” you nod like youve done this before while getting out at your stop

You got into the shower and thought about the clothes you had lined up in your closet and what you should wear. You got out and put on a black skirt and a low cut black frilly shirt and matched it with checkered socks, it wasnt perfect, but you definitely looked like you were going to a party along with looking well dresses

Billy pulled up at about 8:10pm and smiled when he saw your outfit “not half bad” he nods and you get in the roofless car with a gasp when you realized all the boys were in the back seat with robin screaming at griffin for some reason. It was going to be a long, long, night

As soon as you arrived billy rushed you into the blaring music and party people dancing around, about ¾ of the school was there and your stomach began to turn and twist as all the moving people and smell of alcohol filled your nose

You ran over to the entrance of the junk yard and sat there with a sigh furthermore you looked at the dark sky before hearing a rustle behind you, robin?!, you got up and crossed your arms at him as he smiled “yo, i brought ya somethin to relax” it was a joint “i don't smoke” he began to sit down next to you and began telling you it was just once, only a little, etc.

You took it and attempted to smoke, it went okay and you felt yourself relax into the fence with a blissful gasp when all the boys found there ways to you “Time to go home darlin” billy held out a hand but you felt as if your body was completely useless as you were carried to the car and were dropped with a thud into the car “Did, did you drug me” you managed to get out and billy smiled innocently “maybe?, we just want to bring you home” you noticed you weren't going down your street, then where…? Your brain shuts down completely

~~~time skip~~~

You woke up with your arms tied up to a bed frame and your legs with strange doodles on them, then you saw finney and griffin smiling at their work “do ya like em” griffins smile was washed away when you began cursing and struggling instead an angry look encompassed his features turning into clenching fists “STOP” he yells and you nearly do

He runs out and your left with a fuming finney “fuckin whore, shoulda just fucked ya throat” he flipped ya off and ran out of the room with bruce walking in confused “the heck did ya do?” he questioned with a concerned voice “the fuck am i here for” he looks nervous “uhm, because we said so?” you finally got your hands out and he seemed surprised “sooo, wanna wash that off” he pointed to your leg and you nodded “the bathrooms down to the left” you get up heading off towards the bathroom, examining the creaky house, You walked into the living room to see vance leaned on the wall “finney told me your outburst doll” you wearily walked down the stairs and he shook his head and walked towards you forcing you on your knees. Suddenly your throat was filled and your head was being forced down “poor griffin, he cried because he thought you hated him” you fell back and he seemed to calm down a bit “i do” his anger started again and he ran off “ROBIN” you knew it was your queue to find bruce to protect you furthermore you ran up the stairs

“BRUCE- Why do you have your bat?”

ENJOY YOUR CLIFFHANGER BIATCH

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#yandere ask #male yandere #yandere tbp #yandere the black phone #yandere robin arellano #yandere ghost boys #yandere finney #yandere griffin stagg #yandere vance hopper #yandere bruce yamada #yandere billy showalter #violent #CandiesActualFics

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bloodyknucklesforme · 5 months

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Mementos | Soap x Nina

Ficmas 2023: Day 1

Nina has a gift for Johnny before he's deployed again

"You have everything?" Nina asked, holding Johnny's bag hostage.

"I do." He nodded. He was going to Japan, recon on a shadow company base. Could be a couple weeks or longer. He kissed her as he took the duffle bag from her. It was never easy for him to leave. Every touch of hers felt like a weight holding him back.

She hopped up on the balls of her feet and wrapped her arms around his neck. He dropped the duffle bag unceremoniously on the floor to lift her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She always wore extra perfume before he left. They stood with his face pressed against her collarbone, breathing her in.

"There's a gift for you in your bag," she said softly.

"You got me a present?" He asked, nuzzling her cheek.

"I made you a present."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow.

"It's just for you. Promise you won't let anyone else see?"

"Of course." He kissed her as he set her back down on the floor. He picked his duffle back up. He needed one more kiss.

"I love you," he said, cupping her cheek and leaning down to kiss her again.

"Love you."

His shoulders dropped at the sound of the door closing.

It was almost three days before he finally got time alone. He'd been good at ignoring the brown paper present tucked in the bottom of his bag. He tripled checked he was alone and the door was locked before pulling it out of his bag.

He had no idea what she had planned. He gently opened it, careful to not even tear the tape. It was a booklet, hand made with a light blue card stock cover and sewn together with matching string. On the front was a pasted picture of them among a collage of flower cut outs.

He opened it and his eyes started tearing up. She'd always been private about her personal writing. He never pried, knowing what its like to keep some art to yourself. He wanted to read it always. Her poems that she spent hours agonizing over. She'd be across from him on the couch with a notebook in her lap furiously crossing out things or erasing them or scribbling down new words. He'd watch her out of the corner of his eye, smiling at her furrowed brow.

Now her poems were tied neatly together just for him. She'd spent a lot of time on this little book. Collages and doodles on every page. Every poem was about him. They were in chronological order - tracing from the first time they met to now.

There was always a cloud of guilt hanging over him. He wasn't taking good enough care of her, he was constantly leaving her alone, he wasn't making it known that he loved her.

With each page he watched her own doubts slip away. From saying how she was scared and embarrassed to have a crush on him to how she loved waking up next to him to a frankly dirty piece about him going down on her.

He lost track of how many times he read it, committing every line to memory. She didn't often verbalize her feelings to him, preferring physical touch to anything else. He'd be making dinner only to have her come up behind and hug him.

There was a knock on his door.

"You coming to dinner, mate?" Gaz asked. Johnny clutched the book to his chest.

"I'll be out soon." He said. He wrapped the book back up and hid it in his bag.

"I love my gift. You made a grown man cry Neen. Love you." He texted her. It was 3am back home. He'd have to call her later.

Ten thousand kilometers away Nina's face broke into a teary grin as she read Johnny's text. She stared at the text, a blush filling out her cheeks. She hid her face in his pillow giggling over how much he liked it.

#john soap mactavish #soap x nina #ficmas

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nebulous-rain · 3 months

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Hello! My name is Moriah and I am a junior in high school. I was wondering if I might be able to get your insight on a few questions I have?

I am in my final years of high school and am starting to think about college but I have no idea what I want to pursue. I know I love art, so for a long time I have been thinking about getting an art major or going to an art school.

I’m reaching out because I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR ART and I think you are a very talented artist! I have been in love with your art for so long and I am curious and wondering how you are able to fit drawing into your life?

1.) If you are going to college for art, or went to college for art, what is it like? Do you think going to school for art or having an art major is worth it?

2.) how can I fit art into my everyday life? I’m sure you have work and other things to do in your life so how do you balance it out? (I just want to know how you can draw as much as you do!)

3.) do you do art as a hobby or a career? If it is a hobby how to you balance art, work/school, and home life? If it is a career or part-time career is it an alright source of income?

Thank you so much! And sorry if these questions might seem personal. I just want to know how other artist manage to draw and create their work and still have an adult life. Thanks again, and thank you for being a huge inspiration in my life to create the art I love! Your art means so much to me!❤️❤️ ❤️

i am going to CRY this is the sweetest message ever. i'm happy you found your niche and i'm even happier that i could help inspire that!!! i'm not sure if i'm gonna be able to answer all your questions, but i'll try to squeeze in some possibilities where i fall short:

1) growing up i definitely figured i was going to end up in art school because that's what everyone told me i should go into. but as i got older in high school i was kind of panicking cuz i really didn't want to turn my hobby into a job, and i figured out that i wanted to go into education!

but that's just me- my wife is actually going to college for graphic design sometime soon because she loves what she does. if it's something you really enjoy, and that you think you can monetize while still enjoying it, then it's definitely worth it! money is important but you need to put you and your happiness first.

2) to be honest, i haven't had the time or energy to do much art lately (if you look at my post dates you can see how spread out they've been the past year)- but this entirely depends on how you manage your time and your workload. i'm horrific at time management! so that's my problem. BUT, i think sneaking in drawing time in little ways helps a lot, as i tend to sketch small panels of a potential comic or animatic on notebooks and papers while i'm listening to lectures. i've even posted ms paint doodles i've drawn during class

i always have plans for what i'd like to draw once i have the time. it's kind of motivating, but also frustrating, and it's hard to efficiently empty my brain of ideas while still keeping up with everything else. this might be something you'll have to wiggle around once you get settled into a routine each semester!

3) i really wanted art to stay as a hobby for me. the idea of drawing and creating art every day for things i wasn't inspired to do made me really nervous, because what i really wanted was to make fanart and draw my little guys all day lol

if you take anything away from this, i think the most important thing is that if you want to keep art in your life, you will. if you desire having time to make art just for yourself, you'll find time to work that into your life, one way or another- but in order to do that you absolutely need to have a positive mindset about what you're going into, and if you can't find that positivity, maybe it isn't for you

thank you for asking!!! i'm not sure if this'll be any help, but i appreciate the questions <:')

#ask #moriah-doodles #me and my wife are just meesly 19 y/o's #so neither of us have experience working in the art field unfortunately #i wish you luck on your journey though!!!!#art can be so rewarding

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jurassicsickfics · 6 months

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idk if youre still taking requests, but you should write a sickfic for Carrie where billy has to reluctantly take care of a very sick chris 😌

The way I got so excited when I saw this request! Yass!! Hope you enjoy!

It was a normal day at Bates High. With Carrie quietly doodling on paper in a corner, Norma re-braiding her pigtails and, of course, Chris strutting into the room with the usual look in her eye of smart remarks just waiting to be fired off. Naturally, she went for Carrie. Most of the kids in the room laughed as the bullied girl started silently crying. Chris broke out into a laugh. "Aww, look at her! She's such a crybaby!" She said in a mocking tone. Billy stood behind Chris, smirking.

"Poor, poor Carrie! Is crying your answer to everything, freak? I don't know how anyone could-" she stopped in her tracks. "O-oh..."

The room went quiet. "What?" Norma asked.

"I-I...Um...I gotta...gotta go." Chris stuttered before bolting for the door. Her stomach decided she wouldn't be making it to the bathroom, so she was forced to drop to her knees over the trashcan by the teacher's desk...in front of everybody.

Billy just stood there, an indifferent look on his face. He felt eyes on him, and when he noticed other students gesturing to Chris, he rolled his eyes and walked over to his puking girlfriend. He gave her a couple of half-hearted back pats before turning his attention away from her again.

Chris stopped vomiting, and the retching sounds were quickly replaced by sobs. Sobs of both mortification and misery. The blonde looked up at Billy, a pitiful, "help me" sort of look on her face. He once again rolled his eyes, before reaching down and wiping her mouth with his thumb.

"There. Happy?"

This only made Chris cry harder. No, of course she wasn't happy. She'd just barfed in front of everyone and all he could do was wipe her mouth?! Come on! He wasn't even sweet about it, either.

"What are you crying for? You just puked, chill. "

Chris sniffled and swiped her wrist across her runny nose. "I need to go home, Billy..." she moaned.

"Ok, I'll drive you. Come on." Billy said, turning to leave the room. After a few steps he realized she didn't follow him.

"Are you coming or what?" He asked. Chris shook her head. "My belly hurts ..."

Billy was confused. "Yeah, I gathered that when you barfed, babe. Now c'mon."

More sobs from Chris made Billy finally get the message.

"Oh for the love of... fine, come here." He said, scooping her up into a bridal hold.

Chris nuzzled into his shoulder and let out a soft burp. "Don't puke on me." Billy said as he started to carry her out of the school.

Soon, the two teenagers were at home. Chris was laid out on the bathroom floor, a cold cloth on her forehead and a blanket draped over her hip. "Billy...I don't feel good..." she whined, shivering against the cold tile floor.

"I know. I gotcha." He said, trying to muster a sympathetic look as he rubbed her leg. He never was good at this comfort thing.

Suddenly, Chris sprung up out of her lying position and lurched for the toilet again, gagging loudly and gushing vomit.

Billy cringed. He was not at all used to seeing Chris like this. She was usually a dainty girly-girl, and the gross, obnoxious gagging and belching sounds coming from her were extremely out of character.

As she finished throwing up, she turned to Billy again. "Babe..i wanna cuddle in bed..."

Billy sighed. "Not until you quit spewing every few minutes." He replied.

"Babe, please! I don't feel good...I just wanna get warm and sleep..." Chris begged, tears dripping down her cheeks.

Billy sighed. "Ok ok, fine." With that he helped her up and they made their way to bed. Billy wasn't too excited about cuddling his sick girlfriend; any other time, he loved holding her. But when she just puked and could do it again any moment? Nothing cuddly about that.

As the two settled into bed, Chris cuddled into Billy, her head on his chest. She shivered even though she was covered in blankets and dressed in warm pajamas.

Billy flipped through channels on TV, finally feeling relaxed enough to rub her back after a few minutes without incident. "How ya feeling, hot stuff?" He asked.

For a moment, he got no response, but suddenly he heard a, "hrk, hrk, hrk..." sound.

"Chris? Christine don't you dare-"

Too late...he was soaked....

This was gonna be a very long night for Billy.

#carrie 1976 #chris hargensen #Billy Nolan #fanfic #sickfic #emeto fic #stomach bug #story requests

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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Submas Bedfellows au: What goes bump in the night 1.

AKA: Boogeyman! Subway bros.

[Ingo and Emmet were the twin imaginary friends of two lonely children, they had with their wards, drew pictures, played games. but the children grew up they began to forget about the Ingo and Emmet much to the twins dismay, over time anger from being forgotten abandoned by their friends, it twisted the boys appearance and their gentle nature was soon replace with something frightening and mischievous they started develop abilities which they terrorize little children for years, until one fateful night the past comes knocking.]

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E-S/o, was babysitting for their cousin, the evening was going pretty smoothly they were just were putting the little one to sleep when the kid starts crying about monsters under the bed and in the closet, "They're there! I know, I saw it!" the child sobbed as E-S/o tried to calm the kid down reassuring them that it was just bad dream; there was nothing to be afraid of, and they were safe.

But the kid was so sure there was something in the closet, that E-S/o decided to check anyways to give the kid some peace of mind... Well, they got up and checked the closet and unsurprisingly "I see a whoooole lotta nothing!~" they chirped in goofy voice causing the kid to giggle and E-S/o smile.

Then E-S/o walked over the kid's bed and crouched down to check under it, their smile slowly dropped as they blankly stared at...

Well, E-S/o's not quite sure what the hell they were seeing.

At first they thought it was a man... He was tall dressed in a torn and patchworked white and red striped coat and hat, he was smirking and snickering at E-S/o as if they were stupid and couldn't see him sitting there! Then they noticed the glowing silver eyes, the claws, the wagging tail, gray skin and Sharpedo-like teeth.

E-S/o snapped out of their shock shouted horror. "What in the absolute fuck are you?!" the creature recoiled in shock "Wait, You can see me?" it exclaimed very startled. Needless to say, E-S/o screamed bloody murder, which caused the man-thing to scream and the kid to scream....

E-S/o grabbed the now crying kid off the bed and ran out of the house in terror and After collecting their wits E-S/o got their phone out and called the cops...E-S/o and their cousin's child waited warily outside as the cops searched the entire house for the intruder, only to come back empty handed. There was no sign of any man under the bed or anybody breaking in, even their Stoutland couldn't pick up a scent!

Officer Jenny could see how shaken up E-S/o and the kid were and said they'll keep an eye out around the neighborhood in case the person was still around, but suggested they make sure the doors were all locked and secured, E-S/o's cousin came home as officer Jenny was getting ready to leave.

She explained what happened and E-S/o's cousin assumed it was their stalker ex trying to take their kid from him/her the ex must've heard He/she would be out for the night, and got spooked when they saw E-S/o checking under the bed.

Needless to say, E-S/o went home feeling like they were nuts... there was no way that thing was their cousin's ex-husband/wife! It wasn't human at all! they could still picture the monster's jagged smile and...White coat. Then a wave of nostalgia washed over E-S/o they weren't sure why but that white coat; though a little patched and tattered, was definitely familiar... They've seen it before, but couldn't remember where for the life of them!

The next day.....

E-S/o was at their Café it was slow they spent the time absentmindedly doodling the striped coat, the cafe's radio was playing low in the background and the sound of their coworker shuffling behind the counter kept their mind at ease, E-S/o was so absorbed in their drawing they didn't notice the woman in scrubs sit across from them. "Oh hey there's something I haven't seen in a while!" E-S/o flinched from the sudden voice and stopped doodling they looked across and saw Y/n sitting there.

E-S/o brow furrowed as they registered what Y/n had said "What?" Y/n had this far off look on her face as she told them about their old imaginary friends. "Remember? the train conductor twins? I made the one in black, he always wore frown and think you made him a twin brother, who always wore white and smiled?" E-S/o thought for a moment at they searched down the cluttered streets of memory lane...

"Ingo and Emmet?" they murmured unsure Y/n snapped her finger and did a gunshot motion. "Yep, that's them! damn it's been almost, what? twenty years now? we were just two little 7 year old misfits playing pretend." Y/n then curiously asked why E-S/o was suddenly drawing up their old imaginary friends clothes? "Oh, are you making a costume for a show?" she asked assuming this was for a drag performance at the cabaret E-S/o also worked at, they were known to make their own costumes after all. "Um...No, it's..." E-S/o's mouth froze as their voice trailed off in that moment they realized how rightly insane this would sound.

*Oh, last night I was watching my cousin's kid and I think I saw some twisted version of one of our imaginary friends hiding under their bed!*

Y/n was a nurse. She was a medical professional and the second she hears that load of spoinkwash, she will likely drag E-S/o by the ear to the the hospital's mental ward and have their head checked! "...It's nothing special, I was just reminiscing is all." E-S/o murmured trying not to sound too nervous, Y/n seemed to believe them? but she couldn't shake this feeling that something was going on, before she could say anything Waffle called Y/n's order number, and more customers started coming into the café, the two friends quickly said their goodbyes and moved on with their day...

"Was that Y/n lady your sister?" Waffle asked curiously while making a Wyndon fog, E-S/o look at him perplex shook their head." "No."

"Ya sure? you guys look so alike, you could be twins!"

"Pretty sure... Why does everyone keep saying that we look alike? I just don't see it!"

Waffle looked at them as if they said the sky turned bubblegum pink.

"Really? How do you not see it??"

The two went back and forth unaware of the silver eyes watching them from every dark crevice, when closing time came around Waffle had gone home.

E-S/o was alone in the back doing inventory, when they felt the hair on the back of their neck stand up, someone was watching them! E-S/o's heart rattled in their chest as their body tensed up, the presence was right behind them, they could feel it breathing down their neck! They tried to pretend to be unaware as their grip tightened on the metal clipboard in their hands.

They tried to keep their breathing even, a second later they shut their eyes tight and whirled around brandishing the clipboard intending to smack the intruder with it, only to nearly stumbled as the board connected to nothing.

E-S/o gasped but managed to steady themselves than cautiously looked around the storage room, it was like a switch was flipped. Suddenly the small space didn't seem all that familiar and soundly anymore... that on edge feeling was still lingering in the shadows as E-S/o's went back to work but kept their eyes and ears peeled for anything out of place, the sooner they were done and out the better....

[Meanwhile at Nimbasa's children's hospital.]

Y/n was doing paperwork in the almost abandoned hospital cafeteria, the sound of her pen scribbling and rustling of paper were coupled the hushed and somber whispers of overnight visitors, or the soft snoring of one of her co-workers trying to catch up on their precious sleep before they were called back to work.

Sleep. That sounded great right now...

Y/n's vision went blurry and out of focus briefly as she stared down at the form she'd been filling out, the y/hc pushed her glasses up to her forehead and rubbed her tired eyes; than reached for her coffee cup, only to find it empty "Time to refuel..." she murmured with a tired sigh.

She got up from the table and stretched her tired joints. "When I get home I'm gonna sleep for like a week..." Y/n mentally promised to herself as she walked up to the coffee machine and was about the press the button for her usual drink.

When the cafeteria lights started flickering, Y/n felt a pit form in her stomach as she turned around to ask one of her coworkers if they should head back to the nurse's station in case of a blackout? But to the y/ht nurse's shock there was a little boy standing right behind her.

The nurse nearly jumped out of her skin, Y/n was surprised she didn't hear him walking up behind her! the boy looked about 7-10 years old maybe? he had these odd knife like sideburns and piercing silver eyes; he was wearing black overalls and a train conductor's hat, he looked at her with this blank expression.

Y/n wondered if he was the sibling of a patient that had wandered off, or was looking for his parents? Y/n crouched down to his level. "Hello, where'd you come from?” The boy kept staring, unblinking; which further unnerved the nurse “what's your name?" The boy's face suddenly contorted into a angry scowl and without a word he suddenly ran out of the cafeteria. Y/n was about to chase after him when this gut wrenching screeching caused the world to crumble away...

Y/n gasped as her eyes shot open, she sat straight up and looked around wildly taking in her surroundings, the nurse was startled to find herself laying in the middle of the hallway of the children’s sleep ward, Y/n was baffled as to how she got there? She was sure she was just in the cafeteria! However, Y/n didn't give herself much time to think about it, she could hear one of the kids screaming like they were being murdered!

She pulled herself off the floor and rushed into the screaming girl's room. "Alice? Alice! What is it, what wrong?" Y/n asked grapping the little girl gently by the shoulders, Alice was in hysterics and kept frantically pointing towards her room's closet, Y/n thought she saw something move behind the door... After getting Alice to quiet down, Y/n cautiously made her way over to the closet door, despite the little girl's desperate pleas and head shaking.

Y/n let out a shuddering breath as she reached for the knob and pulled the door open, The nurse felt her stomach turn to stone as she stared into a pair of silver eyes that belonged to... Y/n wouldn't know how to describe this thing, other than it looked almost human but it...

He was very tall, wore a lightly tattered black coat and had dark gray skin, she could also see what looked like a tail wagging behind it in agitation. "Wh-what who are you." Y/n stammered in fear as the creature's frown contorted into an angry snarl showing off his Sharpedo-like teeth, he made a move like he was going to grab Y/n! The nurse screamed and quickly slammed the closet door closed and locked it before pressing the room's panic button.

Y/n hugged Alice close as the guards and head nurse cautiously entered the room, the guards had their tasers drawn. "in the closet" was all the y/ht woman said as she and Alice held their breaths. But to the nurse's utter bafflement.

There was no one.

That's right when the guards unlocked and opened the closet to confront the intruder....there was nothing! "B-but he--it was right there!" Y/n a dumbfounded insisted she saw a man or something standing in that closet, "It was the Boogeyman!" Alice tearfully chimed she was still clinging to Y/n's shirt, the head nurse looked at them both concerned.

Needless to say, Y/n was sent home early, her boss told her that the exhaustion from working 48 hours with little sleep was probably getting to her, Y/n decided not to argue with it, since she knew her boss would send her to the loony-bin, if she said anything else about the oddly terrifying situation. unbeknownst to Y/n and E-S/o their night of torment was far from over....

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writingsofmax · 2 years

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Disarm pt. 14

Words: 5.1K

Summary: Edward and Y/N hang out at home and try to talk about Edward's plan and everything that has happened.

Tags: angst, guilt, hurt/comfort, chronically ill reader, anti-social Edward, obsessive thinking, CARETAKING

warnings: depictions of illness, panic attack, canon-typical description of orphanage stuff

Chapter 14- The World Is A Vampire Sent To Drain

Y/N woke up, cold sunlight streaming in through her bedroom’s frosted windows. She stretched, and pulled the covers tightly around her, reluctantly opening her eyes. She quickly realized that she was alone in the bed.

There was a vintage card sitting on her nightstand, alongside her pills with a glass of water. He did leave, she realized. Her heart sank as she reached for the card. It depicted a crying kitten in an old fashioned nurse uniform. You being sick is a cryin’ shame! Get well soon. I love you. She blinked and flipped it over. On the back was Edward’s handwriting with some doodles of eyes and hearts on it. I stepped out to get food for us and some other things as well. I will be back soon. I love you. Y/N let out a relieved sigh and set the card back down on the table. She could hear rustling coming from the kitchen. She took her meds on the side table and then kicked her blanket off, putting her feet on the floor. She noticed that her room wasn’t as cold as it had been before. “Eddie?” she called, cautiously. “In here!” She heard him answer from somewhere in the apartment. She sighed, relaxing her shoulders before getting up. They had a lot they needed to talk about today and she was finally feeling good enough to discuss it. She walked down the hallway, apprehensiveness growing with every step. She paused and hovered in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as Edward stocked the fridge, pulling food and drinks from grocery bags on the floor. He was obscured by the fridge door, and didn’t notice her watching.

She looked around the kitchen and found that it was practically sparkling from how clean it was. Looking past the kitchen into the living room she felt her face grow warm when her eyes landed on a vase of fresh flowers on the coffee table.

The corners of her lips moved into a half-smile when she noticed he had brought over two space heaters as well. One of them was already plugged in, in the living room, working hard to warm the air in her frigid apartment. “Good morning,” she greeted Edward, shyly. Edward leaned back and peeked at Y/N from behind the fridge door. “O-oh, good morning!” He quickly finished putting things away and shut the fridge door, standing up and leaning against the appliance with his arms crossed. “I, um––I went out this morning,” he stated. “I couldn’t really sleep, so I decided to pick up some breakfast food for us from the diner, and some easy things that I can make for you since you didn’t have food here and—Oh yeah, I got space heaters too down at the hardware store since your apartment is so cold, and that can’t be good for you—but don’t worry, because I can pay for the extra electric fee… Although, that shouldn’t even be a thing because your apartment should have been warm and liveable anyway, but who can trust landlords to actually do their jobs? It's alright though, it's not a big deal and anway are you warm enough?” he rambled, looking down at the space between them. “Oh—Yes, I am. I noticed that it was warmer right away, thank you,” Y/N answered. “But are you... okay, going outside? Won’t you get…” she trailed off, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the air. Edward regarded her for a moment, the corners of his mouth turning downward. “It’s fine,” he answered firmly, turning to the bags of takeout sitting on the counter. “No one knows who I am, or that I’m…” he ended his statement with a vague hand gesture. Y/N rubbed her arm, furrowing her brows, anxiety starting to grow in the pit of her stomach. “And is that going to change? Or what's your plan here?” Y/N asked, worriedly. Edward didn’t answer at first, instead fixating on putting all of the food he had brought from the diner out on the living room coffee table. He moved very quickly, Y/N noticed. “Eddie?” Y/N asked again, quietly. He seemed upset by her line of questioning and she wasn’t sure how to approach the subject. Edward sat on the couch in the living room and patted the seat next to him. Y/N hesitantly followed and sat. His eyes seemed to have an air of sadness to them as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ll answer any questions you have, but I think we should eat first before discussing...” He paused for a moment, frowning. “... Everything.” At the mention of eating, Y/N looked at the table. There were a variety of containers carefully placed around the flowers he had gotten. There was french toast, bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns, and even more containers unopened. It seemed like he had practically bought everything off the breakfast menu, she noted.

It did smell really good and, for the first time in days, she actually had an appetite. “Okay, we’ll eat first,” Y/N agreed. Normally when the two of them would eat together, their dining would be punctuated by conversation. Edward would ask her questions or riddles and she would try to answer them. Other times the two of them would talk about books, politics, Gotham, art, or music. The two of them could talk and discuss their ideas for hours. Today though, they just sat in heavy silence as they ate. Y/N felt sad. They were together again, yet everything felt so different. They both seemed uncomfortable. She wasn’t making a move to talk, but Eddie sure wasn’t either. He would barely even look at her. She looked at the flowers on the table and her heart clenched. Had Eddie gotten them for her, as part of his apology perhaps? And all of this food?

It seemed that he really was trying, but she was unsure. Maybe he had meant what he said the other night, she thought, the pain in her chest returning. He did seem standoffish this morning, like he was keeping his distance from her. It was hard to believe that the person that had bludgeoned the Mayor to death had also gone and picked out a bouquet of flowers just for her. Well, not just bludgeoned the Mayor to death— he had brutally killed two others.

Y/N set her fork down as her food threatened to come back up. She had watched Eddie’s “trials” on TV more than once because the news during the past week had just been 24-hour coverage of the Riddler. He had put a bomb collar on Coulson, and she could hardly even think about what he did to the Commissioner––with the rats. And what did all of this say about her? That she was in this apartment, sharing food with him, acting like everything was normal? She should have noticed that something was wrong when they first started seeing each other, but she hadn’t. Looking back on his episodes now, she felt like she should have seen the signs. I guess that’s why they say that hindsight is 20/20. She should have tried to get him help. Should I still try to get him help? Is that what I should be doing? She cast a sidelong glance at Eddie, he seemed perfectly normal sitting beside her, eating his food. Somehow I don’t think that therapy would help someone that’s already killed a person by having rats chew through their face.

Y/N could feel her heart rate rising and her mouth felt dry. Her apartment seemed too small for her thoughts and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She just needed a second, just a walk to clear her head. She stood up quickly, earning a concerned look from Edward.

“I, um—I’m gonna go for a walk real quick,” she stated while walking over to her coat and keys.

Edward looked bewildered. “Let me go with you.”

“No, it’s fine really, I just need some fresh air, I’ll be right back,” Y/N responded, pulling on her coat quickly, her panic threatening to bubble over.

Edward stood up and walked over to her. “I really don’t think you should. You’re still recovering and it’s really cold outside,” he objected. “At least let me go with you,” he pleaded, his eyebrows knitted in concern.

Y/N just shook her head no, and slipped past him opening the door. With one last apologetic look over her shoulder she mumbled, “I promise I’ll be right back.” She shut the door behind her, leaving Edward behind.

——?——

Edward stood by himself in Y/N’s apartment, at a loss for what to do. Every cell in his body was screaming at him to follow her, but he didn’t. She had very clearly wanted to get away from him.

Edward sat back down on the couch and let out a loud sigh, sinking forward into his hands. Is she... Afraid of me? Memories of her terrified face on Halloween night flashed through his mind.

This was such a mess. He wished that he had just been honest with her to begin with instead of all of this. He didn’t know what to do with all of the guilt inside of him. He found that it was hard to even look her in the eye, let alone speak with her after what he had done. Every time he looked at her, he was reminded of everything.

He felt so very undeserving of her. He didn’t deserve to look at her, he didn’t deserve to speak to her and he especially did not deserve to touch her. Not after… certain comments.

And now she was gone, walking around Gotham in the wet and cold. That usually would be hard on her anyway—let alone now while she was still recovering. Today was the first time he had seen her even eat anything and she had still been warm to the touch last night.

She shouldn’t be walking around out there at all, especially not in this weather. He felt torn, he wanted to follow her to make sure she was alright but didn’t want to scare her. He couldn’t bring himself to overstep any more than he already had.

He got up and started clearing away all of the diner food from the table. Something to focus on, he supposed. It had crossed his mind that she was going to the police, but if that was the case he felt resigned to it. It would be penance for how he had treated her.

A part of him almost felt relieved that she had left him here, that she was finally reacting in some way. He wished that she would be angry with him or even yell at him. I deserve it, he thought, carrying the takeout boxes to the trash.

He was more worried, than relieved though. If she’s not back in the next 30 minutes I’ll go find her. As much as he didn’t want to overstep he had to make sure she was at least okay. He continued clearing away the dishes as guilt ate away at his insides.

He wasn’t looking forward to this talk.

Despite it all he still wanted to go forward with his plan— not the seawall, but Falcone. He needed to kill Falcone. He was the head of corruption in Gotham and had to be taken out. That was the point of everything, but he didn’t know how she would take that. Would she hate him? Would she be scared? He didn’t know how he could make her understand. Before he had met Y/N, every night of his was a thousand nights in the orphanage. The only thing that had relieved the pain he had felt was working on these plans. I can’t just let it go. It’s not that simple. I have to make him pay.

Taking a deep breath, he sat back down on the couch and looked at the flowers on the table. He had specifically picked those out for her, hoping she would like them. At the Diner, he had gotten everything on the menu, unsure of what she would want the most that morning. He wanted so badly to make everything okay with her, to make her understand, but wasn’t sure how. He could hardly stand to be in the same room with her—the guilt was so strong.

He checked the clock on the oven in the kitchen. It had only been 8 minutes. How could 8 minutes feel so impossibly long? His mind was already a mess with worry and hasn’t even been that long since she had left. He flicked on the television. He needed something to distract him or else he would go after Y/N. And it helped that he was more than a little curious about what the news was saying about him. The news was showing footage from Coulson’s trial and Vicki Vale was reporting. “—reign of terror will continue? There have been no more updates on the Riddler for several days, yet tension continues to run high in Gotham’s political circles and in the GCPD.” Edward grinned. Even though he hadn’t been active in awhile, they were still terrified. Good. He giggled, leaning forward to watch the broadcast more closely. Let them feel an OUNCE of what I felt every day for YEARS. The screen cut to footage of a crowd of his followers and he felt his heart swell with pride. There were tons of people wearing his mask, holding up signs with his symbols on it. It was almost like being loved, he thought. Although, after meeting Y/N, nothing could truly compare to the real thing. He really appreciated his followers though, their strong allegiance to him made him feel powerful. Strength in numbers.

Now they were interviewing some low-level cop about what he thought of the Riddler. Edward rolled his eyes. I guess they have to keep the Gotham populace watching somehow. He read the time on the bottom of the screen––only a few more minutes had passed since he had last checked. He turned off the TV. Y/N still wasn’t back. She shouldn’t be out there. His anxieties were interrupted by the sound of the door unlatching. He was flooded with relief as Y/N walked through the door. Her face was red and she was breathing pretty heavily. She hunched over and put her hands on her knees as she looked up at Edward apologetically. “Yeah, you were right,” she laughed nervously. “That was stupid. I only… made it about… a block away before… I could barely breathe.” Her words came out labored as she tried to catch her breath. “And it was very cold, just like you sa–” her words were cut short by a coughing fit. I knew it. I knew she shouldn’t have gone out there. Edward rushed over and helped her pull off her wet coat and boots. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling her close. She was shaking. Silently, he guided her over to the couch.

“Do you need your inhaler?” he asked, trying not to show that he was upset. She shook her head yes, as she sat down on the couch, still trying to catch her breath. Edward pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, and was dismayed to find that she was starting to burn up again. He adjusted the blanket over her on the couch and went to grab her inhaler. On his way back he pulled another blanket from her bed and brought it out to the living room to wrap her in as well.

Y/N had turned on the TV and was watching the news broadcast about him silently. This made Edward feel even more nervous and agitated. He wanted to ask her to turn it off, but he didn’t. What did she even think of all of this? He approached the couch quietly, and laid the other blanket on top of her, handing her the inhaler. He had no idea what to say about what she was watching. He didn’t know if he even wanted to broach the subject, he was leaning towards no.

“I’m going to make you some tea,” Edward stated, instead.

He went to leave but felt a grip on his sleeve, he turned to Y/N holding onto his arm from the couch.

“Stay,” she asked, pulling on his arm. “I’m cold.” She shifted on the couch, making room. “Lay with me…” she added, almost hesitantly.

Edward felt his stomach flutter, and gave a small smile. “Okay,” he responded as he climbed onto the couch with her. He pulled her into his arms, wrapping the blankets tightly around her. She was still shivering, but it had lessened. It felt so nice to hold her in his arms again. He turned his attention back to the TV, they were going over the clues and riddles he had left around town, still trying to guess his next move. Gotham is filled with idiots. I’ve given them more than enough time.

Y/N shifted in his arms, and he felt the excitement in his body turn to anxiety. He still had no idea what she thought about any of this really. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” he blurted out. Maybe not the most tactful way to ask that question, but he was desperate to know. “No...” Y/N responded after what seemed like ages to Edward, but was probably only a few seconds. “I left because I just needed space to think about everything and I know you wouldn’t hurt me…” she continued. “Just them, right? The people we’ve always talked about?” Edward relaxed into the couch in relief. “Yes,” he reassured her. It seemed like she understood his reasons for doing what he was doing, and that made him happy. But her statement about him not hurting her made him wince. “I know that I did hurt you though, the other night,” Edward spoke softly, and pressed a kiss to her head. “I am truly sorry about that,” he continued, hoping she would know how much he meant it. “I never will again.” Y/N took one of his hands and squeezed it, and Edward squeezed back, feeling so grateful that she would even touch him. “I know, Eddie. You did scare me, but I forgive you.” Edward felt a lump in his throat and tears threatened to fall from his eyes at that statement, but he willed himself not to cry in relief.

“Everything I said the other day was true,” he insisted. “I really do regret everything, and I didn’t mean any of the things I said—I love you so much.” He knew he was rambling, but he didn’t care. “I love you so much and I’ll do anything to make it up to you, I swear!”

“Eddie,” Y/N spoke softly, and kissed the back of his hand. “I know... I really do forgive you.” Y/N used her free hand to motion to the TV. “Can you please tell me about this, though?” she asked. “I mean… How long have you planned this? Are you going to get caught? Is your plan over, or is there still more? Do you… Do you like killing people?” All of the questions spilled out of her in a rush and Edward could tell that she seemed somewhat overwhelmed by it all. Edward blinked at the last question, unsure of what to say. This plan was such a deep part of him that it felt almost impossible to explain. He sighed, unsure of how to start.

“I don’t know if I can make you understand, but I am going to try,” he started, holding Y/N’s hand for reassurance. “I grew up in hell. I know we’ve talked about the orphanage before, but I’ve never told you fully how bad it was. It changed me.” In his arms, Y/N nodded her understanding, and Edward continued. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve been stuck there,” he stated. “Technically, I left when I was 18 but it never felt that way. I’ve never been truly free of it.” “I’m stuck there,” he repeated, squeezing her tightly. “For me…” he paused, searching for the right words before continuing again. “For me, it’s like time is frozen and I’m always there,” his voice came out strained.

“The pain that was inflicted upon me—the rage and hopelessness are always there. It has never once gone away.” Edward felt his body shaking, and his heart was thumping loudly in his chest. It was so hard to talk about this part of himself. He had never let anyone else in before. Y/N rubbed his arm reassuringly and he held her close to him, feeling safe enough to continue. “The worst thing is that I thought it was my fault,” he seethed. “All of us kids at the orphanage were told that we deserved to be treated that way, that if we behaved then we would be treated more kindly. But we never were,” Edward spat, rage sparking in his core.

“We were fed empty promises to keep us in line. It wasn’t until I started my job as a forensics accountant that I found out that it wasn’t my fault. That it wasn’t our fault,” he explained. “There are other people to blame!”

He gestured to the TV. “People that knew we needed that money and those resources and took it anyway. People that already had everything they could ever need and decided that they wanted more.”

Y/N twisted in his arms to face him for a moment. She gently ran a hand through his hair and traced her fingers over his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Eddie, that they did that to you,” she whispered, laying her head back down on his chest. Edward rubbed small circles on her back, really more for his comfort than hers.

“Every day when I look into a mirror I see pain...” he whispered. “And when I go to sleep, I’m back at that orphanage. I can hear their screams and it never ends, Y/N.”

“I didn’t realize it was that bad for you, Eddie… I’m sorry I didn’t notice before, and that you’ve been in so much pain,” Y/N sniffed, and moved to wipe something from her face but Edward couldn’t see. “You didn’t deserve any of this. No one does. But especially not you––you’re so good.”

Edward had never heard anyone talk to him like that in his entire life. He had never heard anyone say that he was good— that it was alright for him to exist. That it was okay.

“Y/N?” he asked, dipping his hand under chin, lifting her face to his. “Do you really think I’m good?” he asked in disbelief.

“Of course, Eddie!” Y/N insisted. “You’re so smart, you’re like the smartest person I know! And you’re so thoughtful and kind to me, you’ve helped me so much, and you’re trying to help others—-you’re so good,” she whispered, looking up at him adoringly.

Edward cupped her face in both hands, looking at her adoringly. He leaned in and kissed her for the first time in days.

It felt so right. Having her in his arms, snuggled close to him was perfect. It was where she was meant to be— with him. His perfect angel.

Y/N relaxed into the kiss, her arms wrapping around him effortlessly. He kissed her deeply, pouring all of his love for her into it. He had missed her so much. Missed this. He trailed his fingers over her body while he kissed her, unable to stop touching her.

He was so glad she was okay, that she was with him. He was so glad that she had forgiven him. If they were together then everything would be alright. He ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her more and more, getting lost in the feeling.

Y/N pulled away, her face flushed. “Sorry,” she whispered, “I don’t feel so good...” Oh yeah, Edward remembered. She has a fever.

“N-no, that’s alright, Y/N. I’m sorry,” he giggled nervously. “I got carried away. I just missed you so much,” he admitted. “Are you okay though?” he asked, wondering if she was in pain at all.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just need to rest. I don’t have much energy right now,” she responded softly, laying her head back down on his chest.

Edward fell silent for a long time, listening to her breathing. He debated whether or not to come clean and tell her that he was going to continue his plan, but decided that he needed to. It was all going to come out in the end anyway and he needed to be truthful.

“About the plan Y/N…” Edward started carefully. Y/N shifted, he had gotten her attention.

“I want to continue it,” he confessed. He felt Y/N tense in his arms. He had already been nervous and the feeling was growing, but he did his best to ignore it. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but she had to know the truth. There couldn’t be any more lies between them.

“I can’t accept that the people that did this to me, that did this to all of us get to just go on with their lives,” he explained, narrowing his eyes at the television.

“I can’t accept that,” he stated resolutely.

“Do you understand, Y/N? I can’t just let this go,” he admitted, his calm demeanor breaking. “They have to suffer for what they did. Hundreds of children died because of their actions. Hundreds more ended up like me, haunted by it all. It was torture, growing up there, Y/N.” She was looking up at him now, watching him carefully as he spoke.

“And they did it all for what? For money? To buy a second house? For stupid, selfish reasons. They’re parasites! And I guess to answer your other question: Yes. Yes it feels good when I kill them. It feels good when I see the fear in their eyes. Because THEY DESERVE IT.” His voice was loud now, adrenaline coursing through him as he explained.

“They don’t deserve to be here, they deserve to die for what they did. I’m exposing them all, I’m changing everything. I won’t let them do this again to anyone while I’m alive, I’m going to—“

“Eddie,” Y/N’s voice cut him off, breaking through the dark fog surrounding his thoughts.

He looked down at her, reorienting himself to the present. “Sorry,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean—“

“Okay,” she said, reaching up and caressing his cheek with her thumb.

Edward looked down at her questioningly. He tilted his head in confusion.

“Let’s go after them,” she said, looking into Edward’s eyes intensely. “They’re scum.” When Edward was a young teen, he had a job as a delivery boy. When he would go home at night, he would pass dozens of houses all lit up from the inside, every room warm and aglow. He would imagine happy families that might have lived in them, with their nice normal lives as he made his way back to the worst place on earth.

It had made him feel frozen and alone.

But now, he knew how it felt from the other side. It was like every room in his soul finally had some light in it. He felt safe and comfortable and warm. He felt loved. He now had everything he had ever needed. He wasn’t standing out in the cold anymore. “I love you,” he said reverently, sitting up to give Y/N his full attention. “I love you too, Eddie,” she said, grasping both of his hands. “It's… It's definitely a lot to take in. Your plan and everything, but––they did that to kids. These people were okay with hurting actual children. And Gotham obviously isn’t doing well under their control.” She looked at the TV and continued, “And honestly, we both know that they’re actually part of the problem themselves. A lot of them are directly involved in the crime that plagues this city.” She looked back to Edward and squeezed his hands, “I’ll support you, I just...” she trailed off, looking down at the space between them. “What is it, angel?” Edward asked, leaning forward. “Tell me.” “I just don’t want you to get caught,” she admitted, her lower lip trembling. Edward noticed that she was squeezing his hands really tightly. “I’m scared that it might happen and then…” she stopped, and looked away, her shoulders shaking. Edward pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her protectively. “And then you’ll go away forever,” she cried into his chest. Edward rubbed her back soothingly. “No,” he said. “I won’t get caught. I promise.” He pulled back to look into her eyes, his hands on her shoulders. “I haven’t been working for several days and they still haven’t figured out any of my clues. They’re idiots, angel. I would never allow myself to be caught.” Y/N sniffed and wiped her eyes. “Do you trust me?” Edward asked, searching her face for understanding. “Mmhmm.” Y/N nodded, still looking anxious.

“Darling, I would never allow myself to be taken away from you. Okay? Never.” He reached out and wiped her tears away, “So no more crying okay?”

He gave her a smile and Y/N smiled weakly back, nodding her head in agreement.

“We’ve had more than enough of that in the past couple days,” Edward added wryly, adjusting the blankets on top of her while getting off the couch himself.

“I’m going to make you that tea now, okay? You should rest.” He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and handed it to her, “And watch something else for a while, okay?” he asked, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Something more relaxing.”

Y/N giggled. “Okay, Eddie, I guess I won’t watch your grand accomplishments on an endless loop if that’s really what you want.”

Edward felt his face grow hot and he quickly turned to go to the kitchen, “T-that’s not… Just— You can’t—I don’t know, watch something else!” he stammered out.

He heard Y/N laugh from the other room and he rolled his eyes, going to the cupboard to prepare her tea.

#danonation #dano!riddler #the riddler #the riddler fanfiction #riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #danocel #edward nashton x you #riddler x you #edward nashton #the riddler x you #the riddler hurt/comfort #edward nashton x y/n

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dragonflylady77 · 1 year

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15 Questions

Tagged by @memes-saved-me and @lovebillyhargrove

Are you named after anyone?

my parents always told me they made up my first name. I have 2 middle names, Emmanuelle, after one of my cousins and Marie because my dad's family is catholic.

When was the last time you cried?

on Saturday. pulled up a song by Lynda Lemay that makes me cry as soon as it starts (well, thinking about the song makes me cry as well).

almost cried at the airport on Monday putting my mum on the plane. but we've been saying goodbye in airports since 2001 so getting better at it.

Do you have kids?

I have 2 teenagers + 2 stepdaughters + 2 angel babies (1 miscarriage, 1 TFMR at 24 weeks).

Do you use sarcasm?

only all the time. my abusive ex husband told me it wasn't a good look on me.

What is the first thing you notice about someone?

hmm... eyes, hands, voice

What is your eye colour?

not sure... hazel? blue some days, more green others.

Scary movies or happy endings?

action movies... i don't really watch scary movies (esp the ones about spirits). i do like happy endings.

Any special talents?

I remember dates, phone numbers and people for years. My brain likes to pick up on patterns in things and languages.

Where were you born?

Montpellier, France

What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, listening to some songs on repeat, embroidery (free hand), doodling daisies on paper, knitting, collecting photos of boys i crush on

Do you have any pets?

we have 2 female cats who hate each other (it's been 5 years of stressful cohabitation). I love one of them. The other one will run out of the house if I walk into the room (she has PTSD from before we got her from the cat rescue place)

What sports do you play/have played?

I played sports at school, and took a ton of dance classes up until I was in my early 20s. Thinking of getting back into swimming, because I need the exercise and I have bad knees.

How tall are you?

1m64

Favourite subject in school?

Languages.

Dream job?

getting paid to stay home and write and perve on hot boys?

Tagging: @thediktatortot @this-iz-music @ihni @ouizzyharringrove @deedoop @disco-deviant

#dfl answers #ask game answers

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slutforsfender · 1 year

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𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

A part of me despised myself for agreeing to go back home but another part of me felt like it was a good idea.

My mind however couldn't stop racing at the thought of seeing him again. All I could picture was fifteen-year-old me breaking down the night he broke my heart. That girl deserves to go home and show everyone how far she's come. However, the twenty-eight-year-old me was terrified. I don't know if I could come back from the pain he caused again.

I put the last bag of my things in the boot of my car before going inside to gather my last few things. Grabbing my songbook, lighter, cigarettes, headphones, wallet, and keys, I shoved them in my backpack before putting my phone in my back pocket.

I locked my door as I made my way to my car. Getting in, I light a cigarette to my lips turning on my music, and taking a deep sigh before heading off like I had told my loved ones I was doing half an hour before.

As I drove through the streets of my current town in London, all I could think was soon I will be back on the roads of mine and his story.

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬

I took a left turn and was soon greeted by the familiar sign.

Welcome To North Shields

Without even thinking, my hand reached to turn up my music to block out my thoughts of running back to London. My mind run with the image I had created for myself over the years of my songwriting career.

Every single person I worked with called me with complimentary words, but one stuck out the most. Brave. As I drove through my hometown all I could think was how much that bravery was fake. The place I lost my mum. The place I was lonely the most. The place he drove me away from.

Brave almost seemed mocking to the girl I am as soon as I enter this town.

Without even realising it, I had pulled up outside my childhood home. I grabbed my backpack leaving my other bags until later and made my way toward the door. I twisted the old doorknob, being greeted with the instant feeling of home and darkness.

"Your favourite grandchild is here" I yell, slipping off my shoes and placing my bag down.

"Arabella, oh look at you. Stop growing up into such an adult" my granny says, greeting me from the living room.

"Gran, I haven't changed that much in the last six months ago," I say, pulling her into a hug and placing a kiss on her cheek.

"You have no idea darling. I'll put the kettle on for a brew. Your grandad is in there" she says, making her way into the kitchen before I can even refuse.

I walk into the living room, a smile sitting on my face as I see my grandad.

"Hello grumpy," I say, hugging his shoulders from behind his chair and placing a kiss on his head.

"Give over you already cheeky mare," he says, patting my arm.

"Oi, I'm your favourite granddaughter mister" I joke, a light laugh coming from my lips.

"You're my only granddaughter unless that cousin of yours has decided to change genders"

"No gender change gdad just got his missus pregnant again as you know," I say as my granny comes in with a cuppa.

"You two up to trouble already?" gran questions.

"No just grandad's being his grumpy self," I say as they both roll their eyes at my antics while I take a sip of my hot drink.

"I have missed your brews gran" I smile at the woman.

"Well, you've got a month of them. Now come on you fill me in on everything. We haven't seen ya in six months and you never call us" she says, hitting my knee.

I update them on everything including my music, life in London, and Phoebe, letting the rest of the day get away from us.

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

I place the last few of my clothes in my drawers before turning and looking at the childhood room. My mind drifted to the look of it when I broke down crying on my floor over him.

The bed I fell against, gripping my chest, shaking while sobbing my eyes out. The white walls, the innocence dripping away. The purity going, the little doodles and notes I had made for him placed all over.

All of it was there as a constant reminder until that day me and Phoebe covered my walls in grey. Placing posters of my favourite artists, pictures of memories, and little nick-nacks everywhere. Erasing the essence of him.

I grabbed my phone, smiling at the picture of me and Phoebe it had been placed next to before collapsing onto my bed. I write a message to Phoebe to let her know I'm home safe.

hey, settled back home bitch. Lunch tomorrow at the cafe? x

of course. love you, miss you bella x

I smile at the thought of being reunited with my best friend before getting ready for my first night back home in ten years.

My heart weirdly felt full, not terrified of facing my pain potentially.

#sam fender #music #sam fender imagines #i love you #fanfic #sam fender x reader #imagine #imagines #one shot #request

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justkeepwalkingnothinghere · 1 year

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So…tomorrow will mark one full month since Watching and Dreaming. One month since The Owl House came to an end. It’s kind of hard to believe. I haven’t had the mental energy to rewatch it or watch anything else since. It feels like I’m dealing with all 5 stages of grief at once, but to be frank I’ve been stuck in a mix of denial, acceptance and bargaining since it aired. I’m accepting of the fact that it’s over, completely denying the fact that it’s over, and willing to bargain with the universe for anything else from this show. Been holding onto any little sliver of hope that it’s gonna come back soon, when I know that’s likely not gonna happen in a very long time.

I remember April 8th like it was yesterday, so I figured I should recount it for everyone. Story under the cut.

My mom and I had spent the previous couple of days at my grandparents house watching their dog Charlie, something we’ve done a few dozen times already. We were leaving that morning as soon as my dad came to pick us up, and I woke up hoping to feel as I did the previous day, looking forward to the finale and genuinely happy about it for the first time, without any fear. As expected, I knew the feeling and happiness wasn’t gonna last, all excitement quickly replaced by fear once again as it dawned on me what day it was. I started watching the show in mid September and now was going to witness it end a mere couple of hours after sunset. My thoughts about it all danced and jumped through my head all day, the day going by a bit faster than I had wanted it to. The only constant emotions were anxiety, fear, and I could feel myself slipping into depression already.

As the hours ticked by and we got closer to saying farewell, the realization of what was happening continued to nag at me and make my anxiety worse. My parents were both going to my aunt and uncle’s wedding, a very small ceremony and reception in their backyard. And an adults only affair, meaning I would be home alone. Was only at the 5 o’clock hour, only a few more until the finale when they left. First thing I did? Listened to Lacrimosa on the tv for roughly 30 minutes while scrolling through here, the subreddit, and chatting on Discord while getting emotional with friends. I made one last post before the finale, and switched to It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday. Looped a few times before switching to YouTube and watching for a little over an hour.

Until I found this goodbye video in my recommended. Set to the chorus of As the World Caves In. It was a little over 5 minutes until the finale (was airing at 8:25 in my timezone) when I found it, and I rewatched it multiple times, learning the words quickly. I replayed it one more time with a full minute left until the end, singing along to it in the final 30 or so seconds until the finale finally aired. I was saving the Watching and Dreaming for the next morning, when my parents and I could watch it with our Easter breakfast, not wanting to be up all night crying and getting emotional. I proceeded to listen to the full song on loop for about 30-40 minutes straight, getting lost in thought, singing along with all I had, even breaking into tears at one point, wanting nothing more than a comforting hug from Luz.

The episode was halfway over from my calculations when I heated up my Stouffer’s meatloaf, and then vented and chatted with this little guy as we kept each other company and ate our meals. I let it all out to some pixels on the screen, relieving some stress. A mini chocolate bundt cake, episodes of 30 Rock and glyph doodles followed in the last hour or so before my parents got home. Somewhere during that, I swear I could feel a slight pang in my heart, a signal that it was done. The finale was over, and it took Owl House with it. With everything cleaned up downstairs and my parents in bed, I ended the night by having one last mental breakdown to Caramelldansen, my bedroom light turned off, and my phone brightness all the way up. I turned in for the night with a final sigh, and the knowledge that tomorrow morning, my favorite show would slip away from me.

The most emotional night of my life in recent memory and I remember every detail as if it was just last night. As the World Caves In now acts as a reminder of what went down whenever I listen to it. In the midst of it all, the only emotions that stayed with me was the fear and depression. I knew what was happening, I knew what I would be experiencing the next morning, and I still have yet to rewatch it. I can’t even watch the ending or epilogue without having my heart ache for half an hour or more. A fantastic finale? Absolutely! But a heartbreaking loss that is going to take me forever to recover from? Also yes. My heart wasn’t ready for it then, it’s not ready for it now, and it’s not gonna be ready for it anytime soon.

(I know a lot of people aren’t going to care about this, I just wanted to share how that night was for me)

#toh #the owl house #toh watching and dreaming #toh finale #april 8 #as the world caves in acts as a painful yet bittersweet reminder of it #and I’m fine with that

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sonicasura · 11 months

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Barbara's Unique Family

I figured why not expand on this? There will be five little scenarios where our favorite badass doctor gets herself a kid. Three has Jim being neither species shown in Tales of Arcadia while the other two is a sibling under the same circumstances.

Let's get started?

Thingamajig and the Doctor

Yup! I'm starting with a Rayman flavored Jim as I honestly think it would be more hilarious when he kicks his rogue gallery's ass. A lot of them already underestimated him as a human so why not make the guy even more 'looks harmless but can kill you'?

This Jim will have other traits than the standard Limbless since I tend to make subspecies for a lot of stuff. Pointed ears, horns, thick werewolf style fur, claws, tusk like fangs, the ability to harden his skin alongside hair into thick blue bedrock similar to troll hidden, blue stripes that expand into said bedrock coat when activated, and a spiky crystal ball that follows him around as if attached to an invisible tail.

Now Thingamajigs are a pure magic species related to dreams. So Jim has dream/wish magic to put properly. It's only as strong as his belief, imagination and magic reserves. He can turn himself human but not poof Bular out of existence type range. There's also the normal Thingamajig abilities such as the Haircopter, running on walls, shrinking and not needing air.

Barbara finds Jim when he's two years old. He got himself stuck in the trashcan looking for food and she heard him crying. James is already out of the picture but I will say if he was there then the man will be gone. Either because he left on his own volition or she kicked him out for being heartless to a lost baby.

Jim becomes friends with Toby when they're four as kids tend to wander off and he's no exception. Barbara has him take online classes albeit any video call lessons have the monitor off or other excuses about his inhuman appearance on screen. Jim is around 11 years old when he finally able to hold onto a human disguise for more than twelve hours a day.

He attends public school afterwards which definitely earned him some attention for awhile. Like no one has seen Jim's human face before and assumed his 'big nose' persona is just a computer filter. Also for any Jlaire fans, they kiss with his human disguise or rub noses(kunik or 'Eskimo Kiss') in his true form.

Jim still freaks out a bit when Blinky and AAARRRGGHH break into his house. Although that's because there are two strangers in his home than them being trolls. Jim might use his Limbless nature to be a weird little shit. Back when he was little, Barbara had to check her bags before leaving for work as he tended to slip in there. Whether she got just Jim's head or his whole body is a coin flip at best. He was a clingy baby and later been teased for that with baby pictures.

Barbara's Tiger Son

For this one, Jim is getting a brother in the form of my OC Léi Yún. (Old doodle that I plan to redraw soon. He's based on a species called Azafuse/ Bakaneko(version based name) from a different series called Ushio and Tora.)

Léi Yún is a wanderer who has a habit of stealing an unsuspecting person's food. Albeit he made a bad mistake when he decides Barbara's attempt at egg salad would be a good target. Imagine her reaction when she caught a five year old Jim patting the back of an ill tiger yaoguai hung over the kitchen sink.

Barbara's food made him so sick that he can't exactly fly away or even use magic without feeling queasy for a few days. Enough time to find out Léi Yún is essentially a child and adopt him in seconds. The Azafuse follows Jim to school by turning invisible to those who aren't spiritually attuned. Basically the school doesn't know they have an extra student, at least until the last two episodes. He met Toby by stealing Nana's cookies and Tobes caught him.

Now yaoguai tend to age quite strangely between each individual. Most mature normally like humans, take centuries like trolls but some have certain requirements that need to be done first. Léi Yún is one such yaoguai as he's actually 600 years old despite his child appearance. He needs to haunt someone or a place to properly reach maturity. What better people than the Lakes?

Léi Yún's species can get quite big so in his 10 year stay, he matured into an near adult around AAARRRGGHH's size. Of course he can make himself feel weightless like most spiritual based entities. Thus Léi Yún could do this despite the size difference between him, Jim and Barbara.

Also Barbara is sooo finding out about Jim's Trollhunter role as a certain older brother will tell her. Léi Yún ain't dumb. He knows Jim's new double life gonna drag everyone in the crossfire whether he wants it to or not. Plus its better to have a medic for any lethal injuries. Just because Barbara taught Léi Yún first aid doesn't mean he can handle broken ribs. Also that binding spell is the only thing keeping the Azafuse from zapping Strickler like he did to Bular and Draal(for being a dick to Jim earlier).

Even a Beast Deserves Love

For this one, Jim is gonna be a Lamortmon mainly to fit the Beast motif. (Lamort means death in French. Fitting when this Digimon is known for extreme berserker tendencies with the smallest slight unless calmed down. Jim was taught anger management at an early age.) I'm going for the Digimon Fusion rules so he hatched from an egg and grew up in this form.

Barbara found Jim's egg hidden by a dumpster when out shopping. He hatched at home and she raised him as her own. In a sense, Barbara is his Tamer but a Digivice has yet to form...for now. Her relationship with James doesn't last long when he discovers a one year old Jim and practically runs. House is later renovated to make him more comfortable such as having enough room to move around alongside cooking without issue.

The young Lamortmon does befriend Toby by sneaking into his yard. Unlike the others, Arcadia ends up finding out about Jim when a nasty fire broke out in a store. He was hiding inside Toby's phone while his best friend was looking for snacks. The 10 year old rescues everyone who been trapped inside and became a precious secret hidden from outsiders by the townsfolk.

Barbara had him doing online classes so Jim integrating to public school wasn't difficult. He's usually in a small handheld carried around by Toby except for classes outside or inside the gymnasium. Strickler definitely spat out his coffee and had a WTF moment seeing Jim at school.

Why is this strange creature out in the open??? Is he trying to get everyone's attention? Nevermind the fact a 15 year old Jim is just a mere two feet shorter than Gunmar. He might've gotten a glamour mask by an anonymous source *cough* Strickler *cough* mainly to lower the risk of Bular and the Lamortmon meeting.

Now as for Jim's missing weapons and armor for his species, the Amulet will be providing his twin blades alongside the metal gauntlets than just the Trollhunter armor. He does tell Barbara about the trollhunting business since he rather not have her oblivious to the dangerous responsibility now shoved onto him. Man needs some more hugs.

Loving Shadows

Another OC this time with my undead magical experiment Ling Shēng. (Another doodle I plan to revamp.) He's a runaway failed clone of the Six Eared Macaque, a Celestial Primate whose six ears can hear the past/present/future, made via stolen magic alongside corpse magic. Personality wise, Ling Shēng is a lonely 7 year old who rather play leap frog with an actual frog and be helpful but is scared to interact in fear of being hurt.

Barbara discovers him one day when she notices a 5 year old Jim's shadow is acting strange every night before bed. Almost if someone is standing behind. Quick google search leads to the conclusion of a Diao Xue Gui or "hanging on boots ghost", a mischievous but mostly harmless spirit. Barbara manages to gently coax Ling Shēng out of hiding.

She didn't expect the ghost to actually be a small monkey child and is quick to adopt him. Ling Shēng is the only one who can actually use healing magic but also purification magic. A nice boon when it comes to dealing with a certain evil sorceress and troll warlord with a mind control fetish alongside stone poison issues.

Ling Shēng is introduced to be Toby through Jim as he figures his new brother needs more friends. The undead yaoguai takes online classes but does follow his human family and friend through the shadows. Since he's a clone, it doesn't take long for him to mature into a young adult in those 10 years.

Ling Shēng is still a shy stuttering mess who loves family hugs and sweets despite being a 7'11 tall undead monkey yaoguai built like Bruce Lee with a Día De Los Muertos skull bearing piercing violet eyes for a head. He does tell Barbara during the Win, Lose or Draal incident. Ling Shēng doesn't want these secrets to hurt his family further.

Mother's Wolf

We're going for a werewolf Jim or to put aptly, a Wolfssegner. A type of Wolfskin from Fire Emblem who can switch between a human and beast form. Although Jim will have to cover ears, tail, alongside have an excuse for his more hairy body. Now Wolfskin require a gem called a Beaststone to manage their transformations better. Jim doesn't have one so he has to learn the ropes while he grows up.

Barbara finds him in the woods when he was just a baby. James already dipped as she caught him being unfaithful once coming back home. Jim doesn't shift until he's five. A playdate with Toby goes awry when a mountain lion house breaks into his the Domzalski's backyard.

Jim transforms to protect his best friend, the animal runs off clearly intimidated by grizzly bear sized werewolf. This leads to a lot of camping trips so Barbara can help her son become accustom to his other form. It might've started an urban legend known as the 'Giant Horned Wolf of Arcadia Forest'. (A 15 year old Jim's beast form is nearly the size of a small bus.)

He attends public school but wears a hair brand to make the illusion that his ears and tail are fake. As for his fur patches, Jim has the Werewolf Disease excuse. Basically the only thing that'll blow his mom's thought out cover plan is him transforming. If he needs to use his other form, Barbara gave Jim the idea to shift one or two of his limbs than a full transformation.

He does tell his mother after the Win, Lose or Draal episode. Mainly cause she would easily find their new troll protector in seconds. Jim's puppy brain got him into some nutty shenanigans when he was younger so Barbara will definitely find out if he's hiding something in the house.

And that's it! I probably do one with Strickler later. Draal too as we know Barbara would've adopted him if she could. Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Arcadia.

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Flufftober 2022 Day 1: wearing each other’s clothes

OCs: Luken Roth & Lilika Adler

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“Psssst, Luken.” A whisper came from beside him, startling Luken out of his mindless doodles while the teacher droned on about equations. He glanced over at Lilika, who grinned softly as soon as they made eye contact. Her hazel-green eyes always seemed to sparkle with amusement no matter what was going on around her, almost as if she were some kind of fairy, detached from human consequences. “Can I have your hoodie?”

“My hoodie?” Luken blinked. “But it’s mine.”

She let out an airy whispered laugh, reaching across the aisle in what appeared to be an attempt to grab at his sleeve.

“I’m cold.” She looked at him expectantly, still trying to steal the sweater while he was still in it. When Luken continued to resist, she dropped her arm and gave him the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen. This was unfair. No, it was more than unfair. This was psychological warfare. He stared her down, trying to resist giving in, but it was no easy feat.

Lilika was deceptively cute. Soft features, freckles splattered across her face, a short bob of soft brown hair that looked almost fluffy. She chose clothes he could imagine on a gardener who lived in a cottage. Her hands were frequently covered in paint or charcoal or dirt as she surrounded herself with plants and art and beautiful things. Add to that, she was about a year and a half younger than Luken, and seemed to know how to take advantage of how sweet and adorable she looked. Because that was the other thing. Lilika was the youngest in his calculus class—and consistently at the top of it. She had a spark of genius in her, more than Luken had, and used it to manipulate him.

Sighing, he pulled of the hoodie, and placed it in her expectant grabby hands. She slipped it on, pulled the hood up, and promptly put her head down on her desk for a nap. Luken decided to just let her be.

Before he knew which way was up, it had become a routine. Lilika would tug on his sleeve, or whisper his name, or even just lean in his direction, and he’d be pulling it off already, and watching her put it on with glee.

Don’t you think I deserve some kind of compensation?” He asked her one day, the hoodie already halfway over her head. She tugged it down and gave him a curious look, her head tilted ever so slightly.

“What kind of compensation?”

“Well, you’re always wearing my hoodie, it’s only fair if I wear something of yours, right?” It seemed to his sleep-deprived brain to be a good idea, but he’d forgotten about it by the time she showed up at his locker the next morning, holding something bulky, knit, and rose-colored in her hands.

“What’s this for?” he asked, gears refusing to move. She tilted her head at him again.

“You said you wanted to wear something of mine. It’s an oversized sweater I made a while ago. Figured it’s one of the few things from my wardrobe that’d fit you decently.”

He took it cautiously, noticing how Lilika stared at him expectantly until he pulled it on. Then she gave him a big grin and raced off down the hallway, calling out, “See you in calculus!”

Luken tried to ignore the sideways looks he got throughout the day, but then someone tried to comment on the large knitted flowers decorating his arms and torso, and he found himself snapping back, “Bet I’m way cozier than you are though” And he realized it was true. The sweater was very comfortable. He almost felt slighted when Lilika traded the sweaters back while they left school. She could’ve at least waited until they both got home. They lived right across from each other, after all.

She must have noticed he liked it, because the next week, she handed him a light, silvery gray sweater, and when he tried it on, it fit perfectly. She simply nodded in approval and pulled on his hoodie, not saying a single word the whole time.

This became the next routine. Swapping sweaters in first block calculus, and trading back as they walked home together. Even when their world was falling apart around them, they kept it up. Even when Luken learned to see the weave of magic around him, learned to see everything, and realized Lilika put the essence of life into everything she made, effectively protecting him any time he wore her sweaters. Even as Luken wondered what kind of benefit she sought from his hoodie when her own sweaters were properly magical. Until one morning, Lilika moved to hand him the newest sweater, and stopped short.

“Where’s your hoodie?”

“Oh,” he started, already feeling uncomfortable as the girl’s face turned sad. “I lost it. I’m sorry.”

“Oh…”

“I’ll get a replacement, okay? Promise.”

She nodded softly and handed over the knit sweater but kept staring at him even as he turned back to his classwork. He wasn’t sure how to tell her the truth. That he’d given it away freely, to another version of her he’d met as he was traveling through the timelines. It seemed a small request from the other-Lilika at first. But he’d seen her lose everything else and knew he couldn’t stay. He knew intuitively that it had meant everything to her, to give his hoodie, and that it would mean just as much to this Lilika—his Lilika, some small part of his mind offered. He didn’t know how to say this to her, but he had to wonder at the way she seemed to look right through him, which of them really saw more.

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