#why do bad things (getting a cold when its cold outside) always happen to little guys like me (was outside when it was cold outside)

[orange-enjoyer]

Warm milk with a teaspoon of honey and half a teaspoon of coconut oil can fix me I think

[ceilidho]

oh i just know bear latches onto the single pregnant woman working at the diner closest to his place, he sees her as a way of saving her from gods wrath if he married her and adopts her unborn child and he gets the family he always wanted with Lena (who idk she rubbed me the wrong way in the show, maybe its due to the shows inability to write woman but i digress) but like that god complex sort of mentality that has been building in him with the loss of his navy brothers, the divorce and the loss of his own child idk man youre the one with the amazing brain and ability for these concepts god i love your work sm its not funny.

oh you've got something insane cooking here........

divorce has been finalized, Lena's long moved out and maybe even left the state altogether (I'm not touching what actually happens in the last ep)......only his work is really keeping Bear upright at this point, otherwise he would've just gone on a year long bender. he still has his bad days though, weekends where he just disappears. passing out in the bushes outside his house, waking up with a kink in his neck and a headache that threatens to split his forehead open. spends his days questioning why God has allowed everything else in his life to fall apart, has allowed countless other people to die, but just won't kill him.

and then one day he stops at the diner for a quick meal before heading to the bar and notices the new waitress. pregnant, obviously so. not terribly far along, but noticeable. his first thought, the most immediate thing that jumps into his mind is what she's doing working at this crummy diner on a friday night. just his luck that he's seated in her section and remembers how to turn on the charm, smiles and asks for her name and peppers her with compliments and she just rolls her eyes and smiles bashfully like she's used to grumpy old men melting around her.

when he finds out that the guy that got her pregnant has long since skipped town, told her in no uncertain terms that he has no interest in becoming a father, Bear's eyes go cold and hard for a bit. after what he's been through, the thought of someone having everything that he's always desperately wanted handed to them on a silver platter and then...sending it back...has him feeling just a little off-kilter. not quite right. it doesn't last long and he apologizes when she seems unnerved, but the rage still sizzles under his fingertips. makes his hands shake, old nerve damage and anger problems.

but as he sits there, drinking his coffee and lingering, the hour slipping by into the next, it starts to come together in his mind. why he's been forced down this long road alone, why God hasn't struck him down yet despite every terrible thing he's done. he was supposed to be in this diner with this sweet girl and save her. make her an honest woman, give her baby a father. bring her into the lord's house and do for them what he couldn't do for his daughter and fallen brothers.

so he sips his coffee and waits for her to come back to his table. and plots.

[catmelonwriting]

BSD Men Stepcest Headcannons <3

Warnings: Stepcest, nsfw, this is just generally immoral don't do this, reader has gn pronouns but female anatomy, bondage, noncon + dubcon, for akutagawa it's incest, kinda self inserted in Ranpo's 🥱

Characters: Ranpo, & Akutagawa

A/N: I've wanted to write this for so long but never had that patience to sit down and write so many characters, finally doing it thoughhh,

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa (incest)

- you're his adorable little sibling!! How cute!!

- On the outside, it appears he doesn't like you much, never wanting to converse, touch you, or even be near you

- But when you two are home alone.. it's very different

- He'll pull you onto his lap despite your playful resistance, claiming it's just to keep you safe from any enemies

- You know he's just making up excuses, but who cares? You get to feel your hot older brother getting hard under you.

- He'll rest his hands on your shoulders and his face in your neck as you cook, resisting the urge to bite and lick and kiss and suck.

- When he eventually does start to do all these things, you can't help but tease him for his ' brotherly ' love .

- Slowly rocks your hips back and forth while you're sitting on his lap, so little movement it would barely be noticeable, but you felt it, and you know he knew what he was doing, and you loved it.

You wake up to dark, tight tendrils around all your limbs, spreading your legs open and keeping your hands above your head, the cold air conditioning hits your cold pussy and makes you whimper, squirming around. This is something that you had to deal with quite often, and if you'd ever confront him about it, he'd deny it, look at you disgusted and say you had a wet dream, even though you both know what happened had been very real.

All your squirming earned you was a 'tsk, tsk..' and a small slap on your bare thigh. You slowly open your eyes, looking at your older brother standing in front of you. "R-ryūnosuke- why always while I'm sleeping..? Let me rest.." you whine.

"Shut up and let me enjoy my meal." He grumbles, positioning himself between your legs, you feel his tongue press against you and you arch your back, a moan falling from your soft lips.. this was going to be another long night.

Edogawa Ranpo (Stepcest)

( im so bad at writing ranpo please forgive me )

- His mother and your father had married recently..

- You did not like him, one bit. He was creepy! You're freshly eighteen and he's twenty six.. yet he's still so touchy.

- He would grab your hands and your shoulders, tilt your chin up to look at him, put a hand on your bare thigh, etc

- your father claimed "Its just brotherly love! You can ignore it."

- But what you couldn't ignore was the growing arousal in your core everytime he touched you. You thought you were keeping it a pretty good secret from your parents.. but..

- Ranpo had always been, really, really, smart, you weren't sure where he worked but you knew it must have been something to do with his intelligence.

- You knew he knew. And you hated it, you hated seeing his stupid smirk or his shit eating grin everytime you'd excuse yourself to the bathroom to go plunge your fingers deep into your pussy and pretend it was his dick.

You were in your room, getting dressed, face to the wall when you heard him. "Hey, sugar." You can't see him, but you know damn well he has that stupid smile on his face.

"Adults are gone for the night. Nobody has to know!" He smiles, gripping your wrists in his hands and shoving them away from your chest, against the wall. "*You're* an adult!" You groan, embarrassed at having your chest exposed to someone so... So..

"Get out, Ranpo. I'm changing." You say through gritted teeth, trying so hard not to rub your thighs together at the thought of him seeing you completely naked. "Oh please, don't act like you don't want me here." He laughs, walking towards you and spinning you around so he can see your bare chest. You immediately gasp and cross your arms over your chest. "Ranpo! Get out..!" You whine, taking a step back and bumping into your wall, standing on your bra and shirt that sat on the floor.

You gasp at the sudden feeling of his mouth touching your nipple, he looks up at you with that stupid smirk on his face before giving it another kitten lick. "So are you." He grins.

[locallixie]

give me a kiss — mark

> summary . your boyfriend is a little shy to love you sometimes.

> genre . fluff, established relationship, boyfriend!mark, gn!reader

> warnings . minor language

(wc) > 1.9k

(sunny’s note) ☆ had a dream about this, almost cry when i woke up ‘cause it was just too cute.

Mark didn’t want any attention on him, none at all. He was laying low about your relationship, not saying too much or even anything about it to anyone. He didn’t go public, he didn’t want to go public. If someone were to find out, his response depended on how close he was to that person in question. If it was his friends, he would tell them that you and him were going out and refuse to farther elaborate. However if it was just an acquaintance, he would either straight-up deny the existence of your relationship or come up with an excuse to flee.

Of course, you were upset at him hiding you from people. Saying that you two were just friends, or making people forget that you and him were a ‘thing’ in the first place. Mark treated you like another one of his homeboy outside of the privacy of your own home. He did not initiate affection, he was too shy to hold your hand with the eyes of people looking left and right.

He would dap you up instead of kissing you when there were still people around, no hugs, no nothing. But you understood, if that was what your boyfriend want, then you’d act along with him. You didn’t want to force him into giving you affection, especially when it was outside and in the open for a bunch of strangers to stare at. You were touch-starved as hell, but you would always try your best to pull through for Mark.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you nuzzled yourself into his chest. Your cheeks brushing against the rough fabric of his sweatshirt, his heart was already picking up its pace as soon as you touched him. No wonder he didn’t want you to be affectionate in public, he would most definitely explode or have an episode. If this was already how his body response to you being touchy in private, what would happen out in public then?

“Oh-um—do you need something, babe?” Mark asked, not too sure how to react to your behavior. He could feel himself starting to sweat, even though the air was blowing coldness through the AC unit. It was a mere feeling, he wasn’t going to actually sweat. But it was not any better though! He felt nauseous too, this weird sensation stirring up his internal organs. Was it excitement or embarrassment?

"No, I just feel like cuddling." You pulled him closer, hands rubbing against his abdomen. The sweatshirt as a barrier still didn't help with making him react neither negatively or positively. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to feel this type of way, he desperately wanted to feel comfortable with you too. However, it seemed that he could never when you touch him like that.

Choosing to love you was a dangerous idea, you were bad, bad for his poor heart. Mark sure did love you, though he didn’t express it too often, but he was head over heels. Sometimes it was all about the subtle things, how your hot fingers grazed against his coldness. Your soft lips brushing the skin on his neck, gently kissing the mole he has. It was the sparkles in your eyes that hooked him completely, they told him that you were happy to have him.

Mark began, "Hey, uh, you still want to come over to Jaemin's with me tonight? It's okay if you change your mind."

"Yeah, of course I still want to go. Why? Do you not want me to go?" You looked up at him, your brows furrowed a bit in confusion.

Turning his gaze to elsewhere, the guilt in him was stirring up as your eyes fixed on him. "No, it's just that we would be drinking a lot. And I don't want to be a burden, you know?" Mark was fairly well with handling his liquor, but in the unfortunate case of him getting drunk, you would have to be the one to take care of him. And that would be the biggest embarrassment in his life.

“Mark, it’s fine.” You held his hand, reassuring him that letting loose was okay. “I want you to have fun.”

You knew your boyfriend’s friends well enough to ask them for assistance if you needed, and you also knew your limit to stop. If he could let go of himself tonight and trust you, getting drunk would not be a problem. The worst case scenario was crashing at Jaemin’s place, which would be a bit of a hassle, but at least it was not out on the road under the influence of alcohol.

You already got dressed—in the same outfit you went out for coffee this morning. It was just going to Jaemin's for a fun night and not some crazy elaborate house party, there was no point of getting all dressed up in nice clothing than a fit of t-shirt and baggy jeans. Talking about being dressed up, there was a possibility of getting vomit on you if any of the others got too drunk, try negotiating with the dry-cleaners.

You arrived at Jaemin's place a tad later than expected, he lived farther into the city and it took around half an hour to unstuck your car from terrible traffics. How the hell was the traffics so bad on a Saturday night? Was there a social gathering that everyone was invited to but you?

One, two, or three cars parked in front of the driveway. Getting into lines with the others, Mark turned off the engine. Walking out with you to the front door, he didn't hold your hand but you could feel his fingers brushing against your palm. He wanted to, he wanted to oh-so badly but he could not bring himself into doing it.

“You made it! Come quick, Chenle brought this really fancy imported wine and we are getting fucked-up tonight!” Jaemin came out before the two of you could ring the bell on his door, scared you with all the energy that exuded from his voice.

He turned his eyes to you, “Hey, [Y/N], Mark finally have the balls to bring you along to one of our hangouts. Glad to have you!”

You knew already that Mark and his friends held hangouts and parties from time to time, he always left with the same old reason and never offered to bring you with him before. Hearing that coming from one of his friends, sounded like he had been talking about you to them for a while. It was a nice feeling, maybe even got your heart kicking around in your ribcage a bit.

“Mark, what took you so long? We’re starving and it’s all your fault.” Donghyuck blamed from his place on the couch.

“I told you idiots to eat without me, and we were stuck in traffics.” Mark replied, sitting down with you on a different couch. They probably waited for him, that was nice of them, but the food wouldn’t be as hot as it used to be a couple while ago.

The salmon was cooked fairly good for a guy who lived alone, it was juicy and well-seasoned—and it had been sitting out for some time. Plus, it went amazing with the wine that Chenle brought to the table. Mark seemed to love the dinner too, you saw his eyebrows lifting up a few centimeters each time he took another bite. You were going to one-up Jaemin, how could he have the audacity to cook better food for your boyfriend? Unacceptable, you shall declare war.

It must’ve been the alcohol in your system that got you all relaxed. It also fueled the touch-starved behavior in you, with your head almost in the clouds. you went to find your boyfriend in the other room. His back towards you, busy talking with the others. You wanted a kiss, just one kiss and you would be set for the night. Just one kiss and you promised to behave.

His body jumped slightly when he felt arms, from the corners of his eyes saw you hanging on his shoulders. His friends turned their attention to you too, stopping them mid-conversation. Mark was worried you might have accidentally hurt yourself or something, worse, begging for his attention! His heart was weak, and he known full-well you would take advantage of it.

Your voice, in a low enough volume to not be screaming but to only be heard by the circle of people you two were surrounded with. The moment you just said ‘fuck it’, “Babe, give me a kiss.”

He thought he would have the upper-hand since he foreseen you being affectionate as a way to get attention, but he guessed he miscalculated things. Plan A had failed, and no plan B to be expected. No! No mouth-to-mouth action could be done at a place like this, you were the cause of his downfall. Your persistence controlled you, your lips lingering around his sensitive skins, whining and almost crying to him for a single kiss.

"[Y/N], are you alright? Why are you acting like that? Are you drunk?" Tugging on his shirt, you refused to give up. You were getting a kiss and that was it, you weren't asking for too much, only one kiss from your boyfriend. He placed his hands behind your back, trying his best to hold you up so you wouldn't come crashing down and hurt yourself—though, you were the problem, you were technically pulling on him to get him closer to your lips.

The others offered no help, assholes, standing there and rooting with their big mouths. With you in his arms, both falling over backward onto the hard wooden flooring beneath. As a habit—or even a natural instinct—one of his hand flew to your head, shielding you from the wall behind.

"Babe, babe, babe! Answer me, are you okay?!" Mark panicked, calling out for you in a desperate manner. He shook your limp body in his hold, it reacted like a rag doll from how light-headed that dammed wine got you.

You were not okay, and a kiss would do the trick! Holding his face, feeling how hot and blushing you made him become. He felt like a heat pack, a warmth that you wanted to do nothing but stay in forever. Tears sliding from your eyes and off your face, lips pouting to manipulate him more.

"Can you kiss me? Please, Mark, just one kiss." You solicited.

In front of all his friends, wouldn't it be embarrassing? But, yes, he wished he had enough confidence to outwardly show you his love. And in a hard situation like this, he loved you too much to not not make you happy. You got what you want, he gave in. Pressing his lips against yours, calming down your cries. You heard faint cheers in the background, but you were too focused on his soft, sweet lips that made nothing audible.

You passed out soon after, but he was holding you in his arms the whole time you were unconscious. Of course, his friends teased him and telling him to get a room. But even if he tried, you would not let him go. You were all snuggled on his laps, leaving him with no chance of escape. You, on his laps, peacefully sleeping while he thought about how he was going to survive this cuteness. Oh, you were going to kill him someday.

“Shh, shut up, my baby’s sleeping.”

[laurbiek]

I can't stop reading your Hozier imagines! sooooo good😃❤❤ can I please request one where he's always saying that yn is his soulmate (she is, but she doesnt admit it) idk I've been thinking about this concept , and who more deserving than our tall boy? 😍😍

noun: soulmate

a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

Andrew had a list of reasons why he believed he had met his true soulmate. He felt so comfortable around Y/N, like it was easier to breathe around her. She was furniture in the house in the best way, a beautiful addition that is right where it belongs, always where he needs it. She fit in every part of his life, like she was part of the puzzle his life will be displayed as. He felt like she was helping him put the puzzle together, she had the image on the front of the box and put the small bits together with a relaxed ere that Andrew could never achieve.

He often tried to tell her this, and she rolled her eyes at his artistic sappiness.

It happened once when he was sick, he had pushed himself too far in the studio and ended up with laryngitis, again. Y/N's heart melted at his sad scratchy voice and his sweater arms pulled over his hands. She plodded up the stairs with a mug of tea with plenty of honey, and pushed open the old, painted door that would often get stuck in the frame. Andrew's head picked up from his pillow slightly, and fell back down after recognizing the figure. Her socked feet continued over the antique hardwood floors that have held up for centuries, and placed the mug on the slightly more modern bedside table next to her resting husband. She pushed his messy hair out off his face and placed a kiss on his heated forehead. Andrew started to lean up, and reached his lithe arm out to grab his mug of extra-sweet tea.

"You're really my soulmate, Y/N", he said, as a thank you.

"Ok, whatever you say" Y/N replied, laughing slightly, thinking him a little dramatic.

______

Another time, Y/N was yelling for him from the hallway. He poked his head out of his music room and saw Y/N drop the tool box on the ground next to their bedroom.

"I need help taking this door off, I'm tired of it sticking so I'm taking the paint off "

"You can do that?"

"Yeah, there's a paste that like, dissolves the paint or something"

"Why don't we just, buy a new door?"

"It's been in the house for so long, I would feel bad! And its so beautiful, I just hate that all wood these days is covered in white paint"

Andrew stared at her, he knew she loved old things, but watching her take the time to restore something old and meaningful was so sweet, he appreciated that she shared his love of antiques and vintage items.

"You're my soulmate, you know that?", he added after his pause.

"Yeah yeah. Just be ready to catch the door"

______

He helped her set up the door in the garage to be worked on, and often checked on her whenever he took breaks from his music. He liked to bring her drinks, and iced tea (which he found offensive, as an irishman), topped with ice and often, a lemon wedge.

He placed the cold glass on the work bench in the back of the garage, the doors open with a view of the rain pouring outside. Y/N stood in her "messy" clothes, which consisted of a ratty t-shirt that she's kept for years, and paint stained leggings. He watched her slather whatever mysterious liquid she claimed could strip paint on the old door. Andrew walks over to her, and places a small kiss on her shoulder blade while she works.

"Thank you babe", she exclaims, without l looking up from her work.

"Anything for my soulmate"

"Ok, let me know when you find her"

______

Andrew closed the door to their bedroom, now nice and lacquered, the beautiful brown wood now free from the paint that trapped it for many years. The antique knob, polished and brassy, felt cold under his hand, and he could feel the latch click through the metal. The room was dark, Y/N having gone to bed an hour or two ago. He turns the TV in front of their bed off, and climbs into bed, tucking the lush covers around him and Y/N.

His arm stretched out to pull Y/N a little closer, his had cradling the back of her head.

"I love you Y/N, you're my soulmate", he says, even though he knows she's asleep.

It's the only time he can say it and have it be treated with the reverence it deserves.

[kandyzee]

Gonna talk a little about mandy and molly relationship cause no one ever does. The few times I've seen people talk about, they say mandy didn't like her or was a bad older sister.

NOT LETTING PEOPLE THINK THAT!!!

First reason I see people say she doesn't like her sister is because she doesn't want to go get her. I feel like people are being purposely dense on this one cause she literally says why in the show. It's better for molly to be in foster care than at mandys house with Terry. Mandy goes through a whole separate kinda of abuse than her brothers. She wants molly (who is also a girl and could potentially have the same thing happen to her) not to have to suffer that. Outside of that mandys house is 100% not a safe environment tor child, its a one to no parent household, the place is practically falling apart, relatives are always in and out, it's used as a place to do crime. There are so many reasons why makeing her live there would be straight up crule. This is why when she does bring molly home she stays at the gallaghers.

The general coldness she has with her sister can very easily be explained by the fact that they don't really know each other. They don't get the chance to bond. I think it's also about protecting molly too. The Gallagher house is unsustainable. Mandy knows she won't be able to stay there forever, and she knows molly won't too. Mandy is trying to make sure molly doesn't get too comfy because she knows she will have to leave eventually. Also, THEY ARE SISTERS. Even if they aren't close, they're still sisters. No one says mandy hates mickey just cause they don't get along.

Finally, the way mandy makes sure people know she's a half sibling. I've always seen this as mandy trying to separate molly from herself/the milkovichs. Not her loving her any less. Being a milkovich comes with a lot of burden. Mandy grew up being compared to the worst in her family, and people already expected her for a reason outside of her control. She knows what it's like to be judged and ridiculed simply for being the daughter of a bad man. If she can somehow save molly from that, she will. Maybe molly won't be seen as a real milkovich. People will feel bad that she's associated with them instead of grouping her in. Mandy loves her sister, she sees good in her (Maybe even some of herself )and wants other people to be able to see the good too.

[kaledya]

Hi Hi 👋🏻

Some personal questions about Constantine...

1. I noticed that in the old images Constantine has wavy hair, now he has curly hair and his hair is very beautiful 🪮 When he wakes up his hair is messy or he sleeps with a cap on his head ?

2. Does he wear perfume? If so, which one... does he have a guy who uses those expensive perfumes like YSL 💎

3. Does he take care of his nails? Are they very sharp? Does he wear gloves? 💅🏻

4. Has he ever had or does he have any insecurities about his appearance? 👀

5. Has he ever used or does he use makeup? 💄

6. How many baths daily? Hot, cold or warm bath?🛁

7. Does he wear jewelry daily or only at royal events? Do you know how to dance the waltz? Or another type of ballroom dancing? 👑

8. Do you like being given gifts? Expensive or humble? 💵

9. What's his sign... He looks like an Aquarius ♒, can you believe it?

10. Homemade or parties? 🎉

11. If someone told really bad gossip about Constantine and people believed it would happen to them? ☠️

12. Does he have a type? ♀️

13. Your favorite song? 🎶

14. Which instruments does he play? ��

15. What was the thing that shocked him the most in hell regarding sinners? 🔥

16. Was he a naughty 👹 or quiet child👼🏻?

Sorry for so many questions.. I'm very curious about Constantine

HOWDY!!! FIRST OF ALL, it makes me very happy that you love Constantine This much! Also, thank you for your questions!!

1-(Ah, Constantine's hair has changed so much since I first created it...)

Most of the time, when Constantine sleeps, he throws himself into bed without any preparation. Take off his clothes, put on a robe, then go to sleep.That's why his hair is always messy when he wakes up in the morning

2-he doesn't use perfume much, he uses it occasionally, but when he does, he uses a really expensive, light perfume with a flowery scent.

Constantine hates MEN'S perfumes with a strong scent, even when he smells them, he gets disgusted.

3-If he doesn't cut his nails, they become very sharp💅, but even though he files and cuts them, they are still sharp, so he always wears gloves when he is outside.

4-He doesn't like bird feathers on some parts of his body.

(Not because of aesthetic reasons, but every time he wakes up there are too many feathers on his bed, it is difficult to clean it)

And his claws caused him a lot of trouble when he was little.

Other than that, he loves his body and thinks he looks good.

5-he doesn't use make-up but likes to decorate his horns with a gold theme.

6-He washes himself every day before going to bed if he is not tired. It doesn't matter, it depends on his preference, he take shower cold or warm

7-he does not wear much jewellery, except for the decorations on his hair.At royal gatherings, he dresses more ornately.

8-He doesn't like receiving gifts, but if he did, he would prefer humble gifts.

9-Aquarius is a really good guess but he is Aries.

10-He doesn't like parties very much so Homemade!

11-Spreading lies about the Prince is a crime. They will probably be punished. Believers will be warned and those who spread the rumor will be punished.

12.There is. He loves smart and strong women(Someone who can stand on her own feet, does not need anyone else, and has achieved what she has by herself (, he likes women who can keep up with him and see her at his own level. can chat about the same topics He likes women who can keep up with him with their intelligence and get what they want.

He does not attach much importance to appearance, he attaches importance to intelligence, the other party can attract his attention with the sentences they makes and the actions they takes

13. He likes to listen to classical songs or movie & game soundtracks.For example, he liked to listen to First Ride from HTTYD.

14-His main instrument is the violin, playing the violin makes him very comfortable and he loves its sound.He can play guitar and piano.

15-Frankly, there wasn't much that surprised him.After all, he grew up there But I guess Serenity was one of the people who surprised him. He had never seen a sinner before who had the power other than pride ring and preferred to rise with Diplomacy, not with war.

16-He was a quiet boy Who Stealing books that were forbidden to him and performed black magic then he blow up to one part of The castle . UwU 👼

No need to apologize, thank you for the questions!!

[cannotgiveafuck]

Thinking about Billy Batson and horror and the kind of emotional / psychological damage that would be wrought on a child in that genre when he’s smart and savvy and could turn into a Champion of Magic, but is still very much a vulnerable kid. More aware of the world than those his age, but sees things through a lens adults cannot. Privy to things that only show themselves to those most likely to see them.

Anyway, have a little snippet. Might pick it back up again later.

This was the fifth night in a row that Billy was getting by on little to no sleep.

Don’t get him wrong, he could go a day or two if the going gets tough. Sometimes the winters were especially cold, or the summers really hot. Sometimes the storms got so bad that his place had leaked or the wind threatening to knock everything away. And sometimes, not now, of course, but back when it happened, sometimes Uncle Ebenezer had a bad few days that made sleeping in that house neigh impossible.

So, truly, Billy was no stranger to lack of sleep. He could survive, trust him. He could survive just about anything. But five nights was pushing it, even for a fellow like him.

The first night hadn’t even been noticeable. All sorts of noises happened in the apartment he was squatting in. There was the family down the hall with the crying baby, and the couple a few doors down that had shouting arguments, an old man across from him that couldn’t hear very well so his late night television was always turned up, and Madison next door had her new boyfriend over a lot and they were quite loud. So, Billy was used to all sorts of loud noises - but, see, those were normal noises. Just as traffic outside or a car alarm or police siren were all normal.

What wasn’t normal was the silence that shrouded over the apartment the moment his clock hit midnight.

But, Billy didn’t even notice that first night. So tired from the week long mission he was away for with the Justice League, his head hit his pillow the moment he got back and while he wanted to be out like a light, he spent most of the night tossing and turning. And really, he did not notice anything the second or third nights either. Granted a few days leave from hero work, Billy spent that time doing seasonal errands around the neighborhoods and shops. He had to earn money somehow, and not a lot of tasks were out there for eleven year olds to do. Those nights, too, were of fitful bouts, his eyes closed and willing sleep to really pull him under, but true rest just out of reach.

It was that fourth night, when he was laying there, eyes opened and staring at the ceiling with its ages old stain and crack, listening to the normal noises of the apartment complex - that was the night he noticed something was off. When all that sound was just... gone.

Billy didn’t even really notice at first. Eyelids heavy with every blink, but sleep avoiding him, the ringing in his ears that only silence could make. And when he did notice it, his brows furrowed in confusion. Thought that maybe, for once, everyone finally decided night time was for rest. Wondered if everyone else was snuggling up in their beds and under their blankets with the night chill really creeping in fierce, as it does when the heat goes out or couldn’t keep up with the winter winds. And sure, it was May, but man, it really was very cold inside all of a sudden.

He pulled the covers tighter over him, burrowing into them to stave off the shivers suddenly wracking through his small body. Eyes closed, urging sleep to please, please let him rest, Billy heard the wails of a child, or maybe a baby, just down the hall. 

Billy thought, you and me both, kid...

The fifth night, the last one he had before heading back to the Watchtower, Billy couldn’t explain why he was still awake. Staring at the ceiling again, watching the reflected lights of cars go by, listening to the old man’s television play an infomercial - he thought maybe he should do more Marvel work overnight at this rate. At least he’d be doing something useful with his time instead of trying to get sleep that would never happen. At least Marvel never was bogged down by the heavy weight of human limits.

Silence fell over the apartments again.

There was that wailing child again, too.

By the time Billy started to tune into it, really listen to the sobs, he was sitting up from his mattress, gaze on his front door. The cries were right on the other side.

Logically, Billy knew that as a hero, he should be rushing toward that door. He should be pulling it open and checking on the kid who should not be wandering the hallway crying away. He should be seeing what was wrong and try to fix it, save the day as he usually did. It was what Marvel would have done.

However, Billy did not move a muscle. He stayed right there on his bed on the floor, staring at the door he knew was locked several times over. His body refused to do anything that involved getting up and opening the door. His body barely seemed to want to breathe. His mouth shut tight and his lungs taking short, quiet breaths, even as his heart jack hammered in his chest.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong, and not with him. Billy didn’t survive the streets this long by not listening to his instincts.

And right then, as scratching and pounding started up against the door to try to get inside - Billy’s instincts told him not to move. Told him not to let that kid inside because that the thing on the other side wasn’t a kid at all. Not when its cries got loud and lower and more guttural with every shake of the doorknob.

Not when the words that seeped through sent shivers down Billy’s spine. Made him grip the blankets, almost made him call forth the power of Shazam - the shriek of: I’m hungry, let me in, let me in, I’m hungry, hungry, hungry.

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Rúben Dias words: 708 request: Ruben Dias - she / her - 250 - 500 - Reader goes on a date with Ruben. They barely step outside before they get sidetracked by the snow and they end up having a snowball fight.

“You didn’t have to pick me up, I could have walked.” she says as she fixes her scarf into place. Rúben stands with his hands stuffed into pockets as he watches her preen. It’s their third date and so far, everything is going well. Better than well, because even though neither of them have said it outloud, they’re both incredibly optimistic about this.

Text messages are exchanged throughout the day, some days from the minute they’re both awake until they go to sleep, and other days it’s fleeting moments when things get a little hectic. Both understand that life gets in the way, and she understands more than anyone that life as a professional athlete is more complicated than the everyday person’s. 

“In this? Absolutely not,” he replies, watching as she gives a final spritz of perfume to her scarf and turns to look at him. “You’ll slip if you go out there,” he adds. 

“And I’ve seen enough cars not make it off this street before thanks to snow storms. You might end up being stuck here and then what will you do for training?.”

“Pep doesn’t let us get out of it that easy.”

“That I believe. Shall we go?” She asks and he gives a little nod and steps aside so that he can open the door. The moment it opened, the cold wind swept in. Snow always brings a different kind of coldness, it doesn’t feel as harsh and yet there’s a bite that you don't get with any other weather. The sheer whiteness is blinding and makes her blink more than a few times to try and adjust her eyes. 

Already the tracks Rúben has made in order to pull up onto the driveway have been covered - same with the footsteps he’d made from the car to the front door. There’s a difference in snow height where the undisturbed snow remains slowly building its size with each individual snowflake and where it’s rebuilding. There’s soft crunches where each of his new footprints are.

He begins to turn now to say something to her, only to get a flurry of snow bounce from his shoulder and fall to the floor in front of him. Rúben hesitates, not sure what’s happening until he hears her chuckle and finds her stooped over, hands now slightly icy with flecks on the cuff of her coat. 

“Oh, oh I see.” He nods and scuffs his feet a little on the floor. “I see how it is.” he nods a little bit more as though he’s trying to work out why she’s done this. Her fleeting moment of happiness is beginning to ebb away as shame takes its place. 

“Rúben…Rúben I’m so sor-” she stops quickly as he bends, scooping handfuls together and begins to ball it together in his palms. She knows what’s coming and panics. Her bag slips from her shoulder and she scrambles away from the spot, leaving the bag behind but not before she feels the splat of the snowball on her coat as he aims it at her side. The action makes her squeak as she tries to fill her hands with the cold white powdery stuff. 

“Why are you doing this? We’re going to be late.” Rúben states, but he’s doing the same thing, forming yet another snowball within his hands and rounding it off as much as he can. The smoothness of the crust is now thanks to a light layer of ice but it doesn’t stop him turning it within his hands as he watches where she’s hovering, only strengthening it further.

“We really should be on our way.” she agrees, rounding her own off. The two of them waiver slightly as they debate when the best time to throw them would be. Flurries continue to fall, coating Rúben’s hair, making him look as though he’s stepped onto the set of a Hallmark movie. In truth, he looked stunning and she almost, almost, felt bad for throwing the first snowball. 

“Are you sure that you want to do this?” He asks, but it’s more of a warning than a question. 

“I wouldn’t have thrown the first one if I wasn’t prepared to go hard.”

“Remember who started this baby. Just remember.”

[scalproie]

"Why are you mad? Bi-han was always evil"

I think what I'm mad about is the removal of underlying tragedy in his story in mk12. Yes, bi-han was, is, and will always be a villain/an antagonist/the "bad" sub zero to counterpart kuai liang's "good" sub zero/scorpion's tormentor in one way or another/"evil" BUT. previously there was nuance that is missing in his mk12 storyline. Its not a good or bad thing per say, I just lament that bc of that, people wont know even less of that nuance.

In previous timelines, bi-han was what the lin kuei was, he wasnt "evil" on his own, he was just the perfect representation of what his clan was because he was shaped by it. His own ambition wasnt really adressed, if he even had any. He was just a cold professional.

Its even more supported in mk: mythologies, the events happen because he has a job to do, not because he wants to. And when things go south he actually goes and fix his mistakes. He also both kills (hanzo) and spares (sareena) people in this game.

It's also now that I realize BOTH sub zero brothers dont really... start stuff. Things happen to them and they react to it but big events dont really happen because of their actions. They're both pretty passive. (and yes even killing scorpion. It happens bc of the clan rivalry. Not really bc bi-han has personal beef with hanzo)

It's when he's killed and become noob saibot that he becomes fully evil thanks to the corruption of his soul, and the focus on his own ambition is then pushed forward. But that's not an accurate representation of who bi-han was. Here's some confirmation from mk:deception

anyway long story short, in the previous timelines:

Bi-han (alive): neutral

Noob saibot: evil

And outside of mythologies, we have seen very little of neutral bi-han

Now in mk12: bi-han's ambition is THE FIRST THING about his character, its his drive. The lin kuei is also no longer smth he is appart of, HE IS the lin kuei, where he goes the lin kuei follows, and not because of his skills (and that wasnt smth ever implied in mk12) but by birthright, so his path to """evil""" is his own path and not something he was forced into. So in other words, its his own choice, there's not something inherently tragic about his situation from lack of agency like it was before.

And it's not inherently a bad thing like. It works in the story. It's okay if this bi-han is """"""evil"""""" from day 1. Bi-han has to be an antagonistic force (but when put in comparaison to other characters like mileena who's a protagonist and whose defining rivalry with kitana has been erased its mmmmmmh kinda unfair. But im not here for that. Thats my own bias). Before in previous timelines he was part of a small, unrelated to everything else (for the most part) sidestory, he was legit just a guy, but now he is part of a larger interconnected one and we NEED antagonists.

But yeah it's like. Despiste being originally a neutral-aligned character, my man gets an awful rep where this part of him is either unknown or ignored and he gets branded evil without knowing fully why. Plus we havent seen much of "neutral" alive bi-han at all and his relationship with his brother has still never been explored as of late. And now mk12 is going to make it even harder to convince people that bi-han is, while not GOOD or misunderstood or smth like that, not ENTIRELY BAD. He was a victim of circumstances. but now he is the circumstance.

[lindisworld]

Close || Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary - Soulmate Au! In which [Name] has Daredevil as a soulmate and Matt unwillingly wants [Name] in his life. However Fate does its job and always brings them together.

Chapter three.

Daredevil stood outside [Name]’s window, his fingers gently knocking the glass, hoping she’d come. He returned to get something that rightfully belonged to him, his baton. This particular object served as one of his strongest defensive weapons. Although Daredevil possessed an extraordinary ability to utilize any available item to his advantage, there was an underlying comfort and confidence that came with wielding his trusted baton.

A couple seconds pass, a familiar person opens the window. The cold air making way through the opened glass and into her apartment. sending small shivers down [Name]’s spine. 

“I was anticipating the day you’d show up again,” [Name] says, moving out of the way so Matt could slide in, “I got a gift for you, actually.” She smiles and walks towards her room, retrieving the so called gift. 

“Oh? I didn’t know we had to bring gifts. I would’ve brought something.” Matt says, his head tilting to the side slightly with a grin on his face. He focused on her heartbeat, getting himself familiarized with it, something he couldn’t help but enjoy doing. It was a comforting feeling, just listening to one thing instead of millions of others. 

“Maybe, next time Devil man.” She shouts from her bedroom. He listens to her shuffle things around, looking for his baton. Matt cursed himself earlier for being so reckless and leaving his weapon behind at [Name]’s apartment. This definitely wasn’t him keeping his distance.  It’s honestly not his fault he got shot and landed on her apartment. Even if it’s just for a moment he could experience with her without [Name] knowing who he is to her, he’ll take it. 

“It took awhile to find which is my fault, but I think you’ll love it!” [Name] says with enthusiasm, placing the baton into his hand. “Probably something you’d find helpful.” 

“It’s not really a gift if it belongs to me,” Matt replies, earning a disappointed sigh from [Name]. “Cmon Devil man, just go along with it.” she responds.

”You seem chattier than the first time we met,” Matt told her, it was kind of understandable considering the state he was in when she met him as Daredevil and not Matt. “You were all banged up pretty bad, I thought you were going to die on my couch from a head injury.” She spoked, nervousness peaking through her tone. 

“I appreciate what you did,” He replied, “I can’t be exposing you to any danger if you had removed my mask.” He added truthfully. 

“Well I’m not a nurse but I know how to clean and stitch wounds if you happen to injure yourself around here,” [Name] voiced to Daredevil, her eyes glanced around his suit. She seen the details on the suit that she had missed from the other night. His eyes felt like they were piercing through her. 

“What made you learn?” He asked in tone that sounded concerned that only be heard if you paid closed attention. [Name] missed it and let out a nervous laugh, “My soulmate. They seem to be a little reckless and get themselves hurt quite often. I got use to it over the years.” She uttered. 

“Oh.”  Was all he said. 

“Yeah.” 

“Did you ever think to end the soul tie? Considering all the hurt he put you through.” A question he wasn’t prepared to be answered by her. It was obvious what her answer would be, he felt foolish for even asking. Why is he suddenly caring about her answer? Matt thought about his soulmate many times throughout his life, wondering when she’s gonna appear in his life. Whether she’ll accept him as Daredevil or if she’d want to end the soul tie. For a moment, he thought Elektra was his soulmate in college, but that wasn’t the case. 

Matt figured she’d attempted to end the soul tie because who would want a vigilante? 

“No, but my best friend, Marci. She’s getting worried especially with the recent incident I had,” Her fingers played with the hem of her shirt, recalling the events. “Losing my hearing was an awful experience,” she mumbled. 

Matt felt guilt about what happened, he had no idea just how deep the bond between their souls had become, and this realization sent waves of unease coursing through him. “Thank you for taking care of me that night, I gotta go.” He said, making his way towards the window, without looking back he hops out into the night. 

“Bye Devil man.”

“I’m so glad we’re able to have our girl’s night.” Karen says with a smile on her face, a glass in her hand filled with scotch. [Name] nods in agreement, “I’m sure you’ve been busy with work, I can’t imagine being part of the lawyer work.” She responds. 

“It’s so exhausting at times, but I just want the truth and justice for the clients. I’m doing my best.” 

“I’m sure you’re doing a fantastic job on getting the truth. I can always give you free coffee and desserts whenever needed. Just come by my cafe.” [Name] says.

Karen pulls [Name] into a hug and thanks her. These past few weeks have been tough especially with trying to figure out the Punisher and the big deal with Reyes. It felt like she hasn’t been able to sit and relax without constantly being on the move for new evidence. 

It was nice of [Name] to call Karen over to her place to hangout, possibly a sleepover if they happen to get wasted. 

“You don’t know how much that means to me, so much has been going on with The Punisher. I know talking about it isn’t ideal girl talk,” Karen laughs nervously and tucks a hair behind her ear. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind at all. If it helps you destress, vent away.” [Name] says. 

“Oh, no. I definitely need a break from talking about it.” Karen says, pouring more scotch into her cup. “It’s the only thing that’s been on my mind for while. It’ll be a nice change for a day.”

”Well hopefully what I tell you next distracts you for a while, I met Daredevil personally a few days ago. Like i’ve heard about him before but for me to actually see him in person is insane. It was so surreal.” [Name] sucks in a breath. “He was banged up pretty bad on my rooftop. I went up to check it out and I found him there.” 

“That’s…wow. You carried him to your apartment?” Karen asks, receiving a nod from [Name]. “I had no choice, something in my gut was telling me to grab him. It was really an intense feeling. It was suffocating me.” [Name] explains, recalling the events that happened a couple of days ago. 

“You honestly might’ve saved him, [Name]. Did you ever unmask him and see his true identity?” Karen questioned. Karen witnessed Daredevil firsthand too, something that she always remembered. 

“No, I tried to see his injury under his mask. He grabbed my hand and refused. Thinking about it now, do you think Daredevil would have a soulmate?” 

“I mean everybody has a soulmate, the only exception is if you end the soul tie or the person passes. There’s a high probability of Daredevil having a soulmate.” Karen said. 

“Lord, have mercy on his soulmate. That must be the toughest thing for them.” [Name] mumbles, finishing her alcoholic drink and setting it down.  Karen poured more in [Name]’s cup then adds more to hers as well. 

“Now imagine if you were Captain America’s soulmate. See I wouldn’t mind getting bruised up for him. That’s America’s ass right there that could be mine.” She jokes. Karen laughs and agrees. 

“Let’s talk about being Thor’s soulmate. Having a God for a soulmate sounds too good to be true. I wouldn’t mind living on another planet.” Karen giggles, “It’d be an amazing life with Thor.” 

The two women continued for a few hours about potentially being paired with an Avenger as a soulmate and how mind blowing and exhilarating that would be. Later, [Name] strongly urged Karen to stay over, knowing just how many drinks Karen had consumed, [Name] didn't want to risk the blonde's well-being by letting her walk out into any possible danger.

”We could always watch romcoms till we fall asleep or stay up until the morning, i’ll grab you a pair of pajamas and a shirt.” [Name] grinned and turned on her tv, putting whatever romcom that was being aired currently. She stands up as she stumbles into her bedroom.

“Fine, only cause it’s really late.” Karen says with a giggle. Momentarily, [Name] comes back with clothes and hands it to her. “The bathroom is down the hall to your left. First door.” [Name] replies.

”Thank you for today, I really appreciate it,” Karen’s words slur as she gave [Name] a half drunken hug before heading to the bathroom. In the meantime, a few taps was heard through the window. The same thing that happened earlier before Karen arrived to her apartment. 

“Devil man,” [Name] mutters as she walks towards the window, stumbling a bit as she went. She unlocks the window and lifts it up. “Are you checking up on me?” Her eyebrows furrows, her vision becoming blurred the longer she looks at him. 

“Yes,” He answered truthfully, “I was passing by and you’re the only apartment that has their lights on at 3 in the morning.” Matt didn’t understand why’d he check up on her, he knew she had company over and she had been drinking too. It was a fancy scotch, he tasted it on her lips as she spoke to him and the smell of alcohol mixing with her scent infiltrated his nose. 

“I’m with my friend, Karen. I invited her over for a girl’s night after you left earlier. We were talking about you, we were wondering if you have a soulmate. Oh my gosh, if you do. What would you even do? I could honestly imagine myself with Captain America.” [Name] rambles, her words occasionally mixing together. 

Matt chuckles under his breath, amused at her rant. He also picked up Karen’s name, he hadn’t know they have been friends since they met her at the coffee shop. He completely disregarded her soulmate question. 

“She’s coming out the bathroom now. Stay safe and goodnight, [Name].” Matt said to her. [Name] heard the bathroom door opened and turned to check. 

“I never told you my na-“ [Name] turns to the window before realizing he had left. Her face displayed confusion as she peeked out the window to see no Daredevil. No signs of him anywhere. It made [Name] think she had hallucinated the interaction.

“Who were you talking to?” Karen questions, “I guess to myself, I must’ve drank too much.” [Name] laughs and shuts the window close. 

“Now let’s watch movies till we pass out.” Karen eagerly says and sits comfortably on the couch.

A/n : not proofread!!

[emeritus-fuckers]

This one may be a little hard but, I lost my dad recently and with fathers day coming up days have been rough, so I was wondering how to you feel the papas and Sister Imperator would console a friend or s/o who's missing their dad?, if you're still doing these.

Hey, sorry if this is late (idk when Father's Day is outside of Poland), I hope you're doing at least a bit better now. - Jez

Hi, I’m sorry for you loss, sending love and support - Nyx

Papas and Sister Imperator comforting their s/o after the loss of their father

Primo

He can tell something is wrong when he gets in from the garden. You are so quiet, you don’t even greet him.

He brews a fresh pot of tea and sits with you until you feel ready to talk.

“What happened amore?” He asks gently putting an arm around your shoulders.

You tell him and Primo nods with a look of total understanding.

Even though he and Nihil had a terrible relationship he can still understand what you are going through and empathise.

“Why don’t you tell me about him amore? You know, he’ll always be with you, alive in your memories and here” He places a hand over your heart and gives you a sincere comforting smile.

You talk until the tea has long gone cold and by the end of it Primo holds you tight and kisses the top of your head. He suggests a walk in the garden at dusk. You walk in companiable silence as he lets you process everything.

Secondo

Straight up asks whats wrong when he finds you sat in chair a looking blank.

You tell him what has happened holding back tears trying to be strong.

He picks you up and carries you to his bed laying you down then lying down next to you. He pulls you into a tight loving embrace, his breath caressing the back of your neck.

“Let it all out amore” he kisses the top of your head “It’s okay, I’m here with you, let yourself feel...”

He would never want you to pretend to be fine for his sake. On the outside he knows he comes across as scary, bitter and a party animal. But when its just you and him he is loving and open with you.

He holds you for as long as you need gently stroking your hair.

After a while he asks if there is anything he can do to help? You just ask him to stay with you, which he does, he cancels any plans he had.

Terzo

Wraps a blanket round your shoulders like Primo used to do for him.

He isn’t really sure what to say, his usual response to you being sad is to try and make you laugh.

“What can I do for you? Do you need me to listen? Or is it enough I’m here...?” He studies you closely “Yes, that is enough, I’m always going to be here, mm?”

He draws you close, almost crushing you in his arms. His embrace is warm and comforting.

You feel safe as the familiar smell of incense curls around you.

“I know it’s hard amore” He kisses your cheek “but you can get through this and I will be at your side.”

Later on he asks you questions about your father.

“Tell me about a time he made you laugh.”

You look at him confused. But you tell him and soon you are smiling at the memories even though it hurts. You tell him about the happy times and Terzo sits there listening intently.

Copia

He wakes up in the morning to the sound of you crying. His face fills with panic and concern.

“Cara what is wrong??” He wraps his arms around you “you can tell me si? Tell me please...”

When you explain he mumbles something and kisses you on the cheek. He makes a phone call, then there is a knock at the door and he goes to answer.

You sit there slightly shocked that he just left. But he returns quickly with two mugs of hot chocolate.

“This always helps me when something really bad has happened.” he places your mug next to you and takes a sip from his “It's comforting, si?” you force a little smile before breaking down again.

“Tesoro...” he pulls you back into his arms and rocks you gently from side to side. “I... I don’t know how to help...” his voice is so quiet “I always say the wrong thing...”

You tell him you just need him to be there, to hold you and to listen.

“Sì, sì, scusi. I understand now... I will... For as long as you need.” He holds you close to him, the study rise and fall of his chest comforting you.

Old Nihil

Dude's old enough to be your father, grandfather or even great grandfather so when you tell him about your father passing away, his first thought is a "he was really young, such a shame". He won't saythat outtloud, though.

Instead he'll pull you closer, kissing your forehead.

He's here for you. He's gonna hold you and kiss all over your face as long as you need.

Takes some time off for you. Who cares about work when you need him?

He's by your side all the time, giving you as much affection as possible.

Wanna watch movies? You got it. Wanna spend the entire day cuddling in bed? No problem.

He arranges for absolutely nobody except his ghouls to come to his quarters, where you spend your day. And even they are only allowed when he calls for them. Absolutely nobody gets to distract you and that's final.

He's gonna comfort you for as long as needed. He loves you and he'll make sure to show it during this time.

Young Nihil

His father sucked, but he's gonna do everything for you to make you feel better.

While obviously his prefered method of being comforted is alcohol and sex, he knows you're probably more responsible than him with your emotions.

So he just kinda... awkwardly holds you, humming your favorite songs for a while.

You're gonna eed him very specific instructions. Kinda similar to Seestor in this regard, except he's really oblivous when it comes to feelings. But he does care. A lot. And he'll show you.

He's all over you for a few days, kissing, hugging, telling you how much he loves you.

Nihil mostly comforts you through distractions. It's how he deals with his emotions. But if you need kisses and cuddles, he's giving kisses and cuddles.

He's a bit stupid, but he tries his best.

Young Sister Imperator

Once you tell her that you're not feeling well, she'll make sure nobody even thinks about bothering you.

She's very direct, she'll ask you exactly what you need and then she'll provide it. No questions asked.

She's not exactly the best at emotions, since she was raised to one day take her position, but she'll sit with you for as long as you need.

If you want to talk, she'll listen. If you need to be held, she'll hold you.

Her relationship with her parents has always been mostly about Ministry business, there as never really much love there, but she tries her best to be supportive.

She'll do exactly what you ask and she'll try to offer some activities to distract you if that's what you want.

She's not the best at this, but hse'll always stand by your side and help you as best as she can.

Old Sister Imperator

She's very mature about it. Once she notices you not feeling well, you two step out together so she can ask you about it.

She's very gentle about it, seeing that it's very clearly a personal matter.

As you explain to her what's going on, she gives you a small hug.

"Now, now, darling, let's get you to a quieter place, alright?"

Whatever she was doing before gets put on hold because you're her priority.

She asks you to wait in her bedroom while se arranges for your favorite dessert to be delivered.

She lets you go through her movie closet and pick any movies you and your father watched.

You spend the rest of the day together, watching movies as she listens to you telling stories about your dad.

She rubs your back soothingly and listens to you with a small smile as you talk and eat your dessert.

She'll hold you as you finally get some sleep.

Does paperwork in bed so she can stay in the room with you in case you wake up.

~

Papas I, II, III and IV written by Nyx, corrected by Jez. Old Nihil, Young Nihil, Young Sister Imperator and Young Sister Imperator written by Jez.

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[celestesparlour]

lore: AU where cwilbur stayed in limbo, believing to have been seduced by the abyss; i have this personal hc that cwilburs limbo was created as a testament to his heritage as the goddess of death (mumza)'s son; mumza has been trying to reach out to her son throughout his entire time at limbo but limbo's power strengthened overtime, due to cwilbur's need of "punishment".

in this AU however, cwilbur never got out of that mindset. he now aimlessly traverses throughout what's outside the train station, as he subconsciously expands on the labyrinth of limbo.

i refer to them as limbobur, but i like to think her human name to separate her from the other burs would be pandora ^-^ !!

i also like to think she eventually gets out of her limbo- just now exploring the depths by mumza's side after her attempts at reaching out to him had finally reached him though, but her experiences in limbo would leave him scarred for life.

personality wise- limbobur's more cut and dry, always and straight forward because he doesn't have much space for words; years of limbo torn his ability to speak properly, so they speak either simply or make shortcuts through their echolalia. their knowledge on social interactions and social etiquette in general has long since faded, so they often come off as a bit too blunt on other people, and it's also hard to tell when they're joking since he speaks in a flat voice. they're usually quiet, their eyes searching left to right for what's ahead.

he, most of the time, smiles and laughs- though it's usually never out of genuine mirth, but rather to express fear, stress and nervousness. they often smile and laugh inappropriate situations. with this in mind asides from just their behavior in general, they're easily judged as the heartless type- though that isn't the case. i think he's a very quite emotional person deep down, just has very little to express despite it however. he hardly does, unless he is slightly on edge- their frantic nature becomes incredibly well known,

he has outbursts where he rambles on and on about things until his words just begins to slur in with one another. they also have a bit of a tendency to shake a lot, and get easily overwhelmed by sensory stimulation. whenever this does happen, they have a bad habit of pulling their own hair or clenching their fists so tight. they tend to be quite skittish, and full of anxiety as well as intense self loathing. just a sopping wet cat that isn't very obvious due to the seemingly cold exterior that they never really meant to put upon

he forgets to eat and sleep very often. but whenever they do eat, they're very picky about what they eat. whenever they do sleep, they don't mind sleeping anywhere- even in the most unconventional places like in the bathtub or on top of the lamp. they're very gullible, prone to deception as he would trust anyone but their own instincts. they hate staying around idly, preferring to do something like cleaning even if the room is already clean.

they're bad at functioning as a person in general, but they don't mean harm; they often try their best to be as helpful as they could; they want to be helpful. they despise being useless or not moving around, they fear being an inconvenience more than anything, they chase around for projects and for a purpose to serve; that's the reason why they fell "in love" with limbo in the first place, he had nothing else but limbo, so even when limbo was his personal hell, he clung onto it as its designer and architect.

but they have forgotten how people act, it gets very frustrating for them to understand how people work nowadays. it's one of their main goals to understand people again, in such a way, but he fears that they have already sensed he's far too disconnected; perhaps this is why he's weak to being deceived- it's so easy to, when he doesn't know much about anything, but if you nudge him into "helping you" then he will.

i like to imagine they would get along best with ghostbur who would be the most patient, though i feel like they have multiple instances where they both don't understand each other's tendencies very well, and that creates a lot of situations where they fuck up a lot; l'manbur likes them but whenever they try to help him with things, they end up messing it up really badly. limbobur feels immense guilt over those things, and l'manbur doesn't have the heart to tell them "no" even though he knows limbobur's very job at doing jobs. revivebur is scared of them, because he can immediately see that's who he would have been. they're more prone to doing dirty work for pogbur, who can easily convince them of anything. so does 100pbur. i don't know what their relationship with the others will be, but this is all i thought so far!

[elisysd]

8. I climbed the tree to see the world when the gusts came around to blow me down

Summary : Kyle Dawson would never be more than a childhood crush to Romy Schumacher and she had made her peace with that fact a long time ago. But when a drunken night leads her waking up next to him, new and old feelings come back to the surface and what started as a mistake quickly becomes an habit. Even if she swore to herself that she would never fall again for the world champion, her heart has other plans. After all, the heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing.

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Chapter soundtrack: To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra ft Patrick Watson

White walls. White medical coats running around. White and cold floor. A bright sun outside. It was definitely not where he expected to spend his break between two races. But he promised Romy to go and visit a specialist and here he was, waiting for his turn in a medical center. When the nurse finally called him, he felt anxiety rushing through him but swallowed it down and followed her to the doctor’s office. He shook the man’s hand and sat down, looking around him and feeling like a kid lost in a crowd.

“What can I do for you, Mister Dawson?”

“I… well… I would need a little eyesight test. My vision gets blurry from time to time. It’s probably nothing, just the stress and the exhaustion but… I’m a racing driver, I need to be at two hundred percent every weekend and I just wanna make sure I’m okay.”

 “Headaches?”

“Yeah sometimes. They don’t last long.”

“Black dots? Feeling like your peripheral vision lowers?”

“I don’t think so… It’s always very short, I don’t have time to analyze what is happening to me most of the time.”

“Okay. We are going to run some tests.”

He did exactly what the doctor told him to do, seriously and without complaining once. It lasted a few more minutes before he was sent back to the waiting room before the results. He didn’t know how to feel or what it was going to be, he just hoped it was nothing bad. If he had to wear glasses he didn’t mind it as long as he could wear contacts. His mind was running full speed and he felt his throat dryer than usual. To occupy himself, he took his phone out and scrolled down through his text messages. Not a lot of people knew about his appointment. Only Ethan, Ludwig and Romy. His best friends only knew the basics. He was doing some check ups to make sure everything was alright. He had not really told them about what was going on. Romy, on the other hand, knew a bit more, she had been there when he made the call to schedule an appointment. Maybe she would like to know how it was going. And he could use talking to someone. Ethan had too much on his plate to be bothered and Ludwig was probably still asleep. Never would he be up in the middle of the morning if he had the choice. Romy was home to Switzerland, resting with her family. He wasn’t sure he wanted to bother her. He didn’t want to be a burden to her as well. They were close, something had shifted since she had confided in him about her past and since she had seen him this down.

I’m at the doctor. I’m scared as hell.

He deleted it. Rewrote it a second time.

I’m at the doctor. Wish you could be there.

Too much.

I’m at the doctor.

Too forward.

Hey.

Stupid thing to send.

He sighed and locked his phone. He didn’t know what to say without being awkward. And making a fool of himself was not on his to do list today. When finally the nurse came back and told him his results were ready, he felt another rush of anxiety going through him. He walked the same path as he had walked earlier and sat on the same plastic chair as previously.

“So mister Dawson… your results came back,” the doctor started.

“They are good, right?”

“That’s the thing. We are not sure. We need to run complementary tests before giving you any diagnosis.”

“What are you thinking about?” Kyle asked carefully.

“We don’t know right now. That’s why I wrote this letter to give to the hospital. You can see my secretary at the reception so she can book the appointment.”

Coming out of there, he felt like he was floating and not in a good way. He was walking automatically, like in a second world. He thought it would only be a routine appointment, that it would be over in no time and instead of that, he had to go to the hospital to run more tests. It couldn’t be a good sign.

He came back to his apartment and never the silence had bothered him this much. Usually, it was his safe place, but not today. It was too big, too bright, too empty, too silent. Too much and not enough at the same time. All the anxiety came rushing through him as he finally broke down. He was not one to cry. Not that he was ashamed or he thought that men shouldn’t cry, far from it. Over the years he had just learned to compartmentalize his emotions so he would never be overwhelmed, but today, it was all too much for him. So he called the only person that could find the words to make him feel better and who deserved to know the truth.

“Kyle? It’s unusual for you to call when you’re on a break. Missing the training?”

“I don’t feel good, Ledger. I need someone to talk to.”

Hearing how serious he sounded, his physiotherapist knew it was not going to be an easy conversation.

“You know you can tell me everything.”

And he did. He explained everything up until his medical appointment and the complementary tests that had to be run.

“I’m scared, Ledger. For the very first time in my career, I’m fucking scared. What if they find something and it handicaps my racing? What if they tell me I can’t race anymore?”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Kyle. Maybe it’s just to be cautious and a preventive measure. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. Are you alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Try to relax. Do some breathing exercises. Call your friends. Just don’t focus on that. When are you going to the hospital?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Don’t overthink it. Please.”

Kyle gulped and thanked Ledger. He was already feeling a little better.

It was dark outside. The only source of light coming from the stars high in the sky. Lying alone in her bed, Romy thought about the last few weeks and how much of a rollercoaster of emotions they had been. So many things had happened in the span of a few weeks that her mind was having a hard time processing everything. The biggest thing being, Julia and Ethan. She had not seen it coming. It was so sudden and unexpected that she even had her doubts about the genuineness of their relationship. She thought about her first podium of the season, how it had been even better with Kyle right next to her. Truly, the season was starting well. Audi was competitive and she was sure that with the nice upgrades and strategies she could earn her very first win. She was proud of the work accomplished during the winter. And she was also proud of Samuel, her teammate. He was doing a great job on and off the tracks, providing valuable feedback to the team but still, she wasn’t sure he was fitting totally in the team spirit. But it was only the beginning of the season, he had time to find his own place inside the team.

Her mind drifted to Kyle and the weird arrangement they had fallen into. Even if she wasn’t always leaving before the sun would rise, she was still doing it when she was feeling too much. Sometimes, looking at him when he was asleep made her heart want to jump out of her chest. She was overwhelmed with so many emotions that she felt like fleeing was sometimes her only option. But she was trying to not always do it. She enjoyed waking up next to him. More than what she wanted to. She enjoyed feeling his arm on her bare stomach and his breath down her neck. She was feeling safe there. And even if she was trying her best to not feel it, her teenage crush on him was coming back. And when the feeling was too intense, it was easier for her to act like a bitch even if she could see that it pained him. She could read it in his eyes.

But she was also remembering the pain she felt when he moved on with his life, when she saw him with his girlfriend and how she had felt her heart drop and shatter inside her chest. Despite knowing that it could happen, she had naively thought, at the time, that it wouldn’t change anything.  After all, they had grown up racing against each other, he had always acted like a protective brother with her and she thought it would never change. She had thought that he would remain the only constant of her life, the only person who would never push her aside. Especially after what she had been through, she had believed that he would be the only reliable and trusted person in her inner circle. The feeling of being a burden,  the rejection she had felt, never could she have been prepared for that. It had crushed her. Absolutely destroyed her inside. She was disposable, unimportant and now that they were close again, she was scared it would happen again. A part of her was already ready for the moment he would tell her he met someone. A gorgeous and smart and ambitious woman. Someone perfect. Someone like him. Someone she was not and never would be. He would leave her again. It was like this. She didn’t want to grow attached and yet here she was, already crying for a boy who had not broken her heart yet.

The next few days, she tried to keep her mind busy from Kyle. He had not texted her, and she had done the same. Her routine was helping her. She was proud to say that she was a pro at avoiding thinking about things that could hurt her and right now, thinking about her feelings for Kyle was hurtful. He was one of the rare people, if only the only one she had let herself be vulnerable around. She was only allowing herself to be around her family and on very rare occasions, Julia. But no one besides her family knew about the threats she had received and yet, telling Kyle was easy, natural. She had not meant to break down in his arms and a part of her was feeling guilty to have let him witness that but it had felt good. He had not questioned her, had not said anything, he simply had been there. It meant a lot. More than what she was willing to let herself want. She didn’t want to see signs where there might not be. She didn’t want to fall.

He received the call from his doctor a week before he had to leave for Singapore. He had spent his days working out and preparing on his simulator to avoid thinking about his medical exams. He had not called anyone, not even his parents or friends, always saying that he was busy which had earned him a few jokes from Ludwig and Ethan. He didn’t even tell Romy about his appointments. Didn’t even speak to her or text her, scared she would see right through him. 

And coming back between those white walls, seeing the serious look on his doctor’s face, he suddenly regretted having kept everything to himself. He expected the worst. 

“Tell me doctor, rip the bandaid off.”

“There is no easy way to say it. You have a rare version of age-related macular degeneration or AMD. It’s not supposed to affect people as young as you but it can happen. I will be honest with you, Kyle, the chances of it going to get better are slim, if not non-existent. It will only get worse. There is a new expensive and experimental treatment based on injections that we can try. It won’t heal it, it will only delay the symptoms.”

“No. I don’t want to risk it. So, I’ll lose my sight, that’s what you’re saying, right?”

“It’s a risk. Some people end up blind, not everyone though. It’s a complicated illness that we will need to monitor closely.”

“And about my career? What does it mean?”

“You won’t lose your sight tomorrow, as I said, it’s degenerative. It will happen progressively so, for now, I think that it’s still safe. As long as you have regular tests. I’ll advise you to rest your eyes as much as you can, I'm going to prescribe glasses and sunglasses. It will help ease the symptoms. I’m sorry, I wish I had something better and more hopeful to announce to you.” 

Kyle nodded, not knowing what more he could say. It was a mess. A cruel joke. Why? Why him? He had always been careful with his health. Racing was all his life, all that mattered. And to think that it could stop? That it would stop, sooner than what he expected and because he didn’t have the choice? It was like an uppercut in the guts. His whole world was tumbling down, crashing and shattering around him, and he was alone. Completely alone.

Author's note: Those of you who already read Gold Rush knew that it was going to happen. And no matter what, it is still very painful to write. My poor baby Kyle doesn't deserve that. 🥺

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[paisholotus]

Chapter six

୨⎯ Rina's Pov ⎯୧

Papa Beaver, Susan, Lucy, and Peter burst through the little door at top speed. "Hurry, Mama! They’re after us!" Papa rushing Mama Beaver to hurry up. It felt like my heart was pounding out my chest. Soon, the Witches henchman would be here, I really hope i was doing the right thing by somewhat helping the Pevensie's. Even if they didn't know it, except for Lucy.

"Oh, right then..." She dashes around, grabbing things from various cupboards. Mama Beaver, this is no time for SNACKS!

"What’s she doing?" Peter asked, looking around worried. Papa Beaver indicates she’s lost it! "Oh, you'll be thanking me later. It's a long journey, and Beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry." She says, I huffed, you can always count on Mama Beaver and her motherly nature.

"I'm cranky now!" Papa said, throwing his arms in the air. The wolves are already at the dam. I pointed my finger at the window making, earning a side eye from Mama Beaver as she hurried up, packing everything.

"Take Them!" We heard the wolf yell from outside. "Do you think we’ll need jam?" Susan said, I looked at her and weirdly. Why must we talk about food? "Only if the Witch serves toast." Peter said, was that supposed to be a funny? Everyone gasps as the wolves start attacking the dam. The wolves break through the wood.

Crawling through the small tunnel as Lucy grabs on to my hand looking at me scared as we crawled, I quickly looked ahead making sure they wasn't paying attention, then looked back at her giving a small smile.

"Badger and me dug this. He comes out right near his place." Papa said, leading us in front. I would sometimes sneak through this tunnel to come to the dam. "You told me it led to your mum’s!" Mama yelled, welp perhaps he just told on himself. Lucy trips on a root…howling can be heard, I snapped my head back at her as I helped her up with them noticing..

"Lucy!" Susan yelled, grabbing on to her. "They're in the tunnel!" Dangit, we need to hurry. We continue to run further but come to the dead end. Papa jumps up and into the hole. And we follow.

"Lucy!" Susan yells, Lucy backs away as the others emerge, trips, and falls flat on her back. Peter and Papa roll a barrel in front of the hole, papa turns, and his face drops when he sees what Lucy tripped over – little woodland creatures turned to stone

Tears filled my eyes once I saw what it was. It felt like my heart had shattered into a million pieces. Sometimes, you think what kind of cruel person could do something like this, the kind of cruelty that makes you sick to your stomach.

Papa walks up to a stone badger and touches its paw. A ripped sob came out of my throat as I fell into the cold snow, my uncle bager now gone. All because of the Wench.

Mama came over to comfort Papa and I, I cried so hard it felt like my invisibility was breaking. Lucy noticed because Peter and Susan stared at the spot beside Papa. She walked back over there to turn their attention to something else, as I felt Mama pat my back to calm myself. I wiped my eyes and stood back up, my sadness now replaced with anger.

"What happened here?" Peter asked, looking at Uncle bager, with sadness. A fox appears on a little ledge above the Badger hole."This is what becomes of those who cross the Witch." I glared at him and clenched my fist. And that is why she will never be Queen. A murderer of the innocent.

"You take one more step, traitor, and I’ll chew you to splinters!" Papa growled, being held back by Mama. "Relax. I'm one of the good guys." He says, then looks at me and bows. Making Peter and Susan look into the empty spot beside Lucy.

"Yeah? Well, you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones." Papa says, scoffing. "An unfortunate family resemblance. But we can argue breeding later. Right now, we've got to move." He said.

"What did you have in mind?" Peter asked, urgently.

The Fox told us the plan, and we quickly ran to safety. I stared at the spot where Uncle Bager was and felt a tug on my sleeve.

"Come along, my love." Papa said, dragging me with them. Not realizing that Peter and Susan noticed yet again.

[yourfavoriteweirdo19]

Can someone just give me a name for these chapters?

Anyways here Chapter 3

(⚠Blood, Hyde attack, I don't know any other warnings⚠)

(Y/N POV)

While on our way back to Nevermore, Larissa had call Dr.Kinbott, Saying that I had to skip today's session because I wasn't feeling to well, Which was kind of true I was actually having a bad headache and some of my cut slightly reopened again, But thanks to Larissa for putting brand new bandages on my arms the blood only stained the first layer of bandage, "Alright, Well I will see if Y/N will be well enough to be able to go to the next session just not this session" I heard Larissa say as I looked out of the window of the car, she hanged up the call, And started to drive again, As she is driving we both saw a red, old looking car, "Looks like an accident, I hope the driver's okay" Larissa said as she was looking at the accident, "He's dead, Broke his neck" I said with a expressionless face "How could you tell from this angle?" Larissa asked I ignored the question, I didn't want to tell her that I've been having visions.

(Back at Nevermore)

We've finally made it back at Nevermore, Larissa parked in one of the parking lots in front of the school, And jogged over to my side of car, And opened the door, she held out her hand for me to take hold of when I unbuckle my set belt, I gladly took her hand,  It felt so warm for someone who is so pale, I hopped out of the car feeling a little better since the headache went away, Larissa shut the door behind me, and walked me over to the doors of the Academy, As soon the door open I felt a wave of warm air against the cold air outside, "Y/N do you want to go back to your dorm?, You can always come to my office if you need to or want to Okay, Darling" Larissa said "Actually, is it okay if I could go to Wednesday's dorm?, we both have Cellos and she asked if I could play paint it black with her" you explained, Larissa nodded "I'm glad you have a friend Y/N, But sometimes that girl like to cause chaos, But yes you can play your cello with her" Larissa said, I smiled slightly.

(At Wednesday's dorm)

I was finally at Wednesday's dorm, After going up a flight of stairs with my cello in its case, Which made it heavier, I knocked on the door, And Wednesday opened up the door, And I saw how the room look one side of the room looked like a rainbow mess while the other side, Which I assume is Wednesday's side, Because it looked black, and white, and also very neatly done, I looked back at Wednesday "Well, shall we get started?" I asked, Wednesday just nodded and took her Cello outside to the balcony with Thing help, I took my Cello out of its case, And Thing came over and also help me get the Cello out with Wednesday, And we both got next to each other, And started to play "Paint It, Black", It was fun to play my Cello with Wednesday, it actually calms me down, As the song was over we heard the window door open and shut, "Woah,  how did y'all get those oversize violins out of this small door?" Enid asked "We had an extra hand" Wednesday said as Thing waved at Enid as a hello, "Woah, Where's the rest of him?" Enid asked "It's one of the great Addams family mystery" Wednesday responded to Enid question, Me and Wednesday and also Enid started to hear wolfs howling, "Why aren't you wolfing out?" Wednesday asked with a barley confused look on her face, " Because I can't" Enid respond as she rised her hand up and claws coming out, "It's is all I got" Enid said my face made a slightly surprised look as I look at Enid,"My mom says some wolves are late boomers, But I've been to the best Lycanologist, I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it?" Enid said "Yeah, She says there's a chance I may never, You know" Enid added, with a sad look on her face "What happens then?" Wednesday asked with absolutely no expression on her face, "I'd become a lone wolf" Enid said, As she looked off to the edge, "Sounds perfect" Wednesday said, I mean she not wrong "Are you kidding me?, My life would be officially over, I'd be kicked out of my family pack, With no prospect of finding a mate" Enid said with a cracking voice, "I'm failing to see the problem here" Wednesday said, Wednesday was slightly confused, "I could die alone" Enid said, "We all die, Enid"Wednesday said, As she looked at Enid, who is about to be in tears, I mean she not wrong, "You really suck at this" Enid said "Cheering people up" Enid added as she cried, "Why are you crying?" Wednesday asked, "Because I'm upset!" Enid yelled at her "Haven't you ever cried, Or are you above that too?" Enid said while crying, I knew that I should leave at the moment even though she had already told me it, "Well, I should get going guys, It's past curfew, so yeah goodnight y'all" I said as Thing helped me take my Cello off the balcony and back into my case inside the dorm, I walked out of their dorm and made it to my dorm changing into some more arm covered outfit for tonight.

(Y/N's pj of choice, you can pretend it to be a different outfit)

After getting dress for bed, I turned off the lights, and went over to my bed, it has been a long day, so ofc I needed this sleep, Larissa had also let me skip class tomorrow, So that means I can sleep in, I'm so glad I get to sleep in.

(11:37Am)

I finally got up, And went to hop into the shower, I walked over to the bathroom, And opened the door to the door, And walked inside the bathroom, I then turn on the shower on what seem like boiling hot water which I like very much

(After the boiling hot shower, sorry, just gotta say it😂😂)

It was now 12:07Pm now, I did hear that at 8Pm we are going to a Festival sounds fun to go, But with my anxiety, And how many people will be there, oh god I don't think I could go unless someone I know, And had comforts me since I have been here at Nevermore, is there with me, And that has always been Larissa, I should probably go tell her that I need her to be with me, so that I don't get a complete anxiety attack, I guess.

(Y/n's outfit)

"Well this is gonna be 'Fun'." I said to myself, As I'm doing my make up, I finally got done doing my make up, "I look good tbh" I said to myself, giggling at the fact that I finally think I look good for once, I finally want out of my bathroom, And out of my dorm to ask Larissa if she could come with me to the Festival of course.

(At the door of Larissa's office)

I knocked on the doors of her office twice, "Come in" I heard from the other side of the door, god her voice is so calming and so welcoming, I opened the door wide enough for me to get in, As I got in I shut the door, Which made Larissa look back up at me, I could see a blush go from the tip of her ears to across her face as she looked at me, "Hey Miss Weems, I was wondering if you could come with me at the Festival so that I don't get like an anxiety attack" I said with worry in my voice, I was worry that I might get rejected, "Of course, I will come with you to the Festival, Sweetie" She said with a joyful smile, God the things this woman made me felt, "Alright, I hope that isn't to much of a problem" I responded as I looked anywhere but not at her blue ocean eyes, So that I don't stumble over my words, "I guess, I do make you nervous" She said in a whisper to herself with a small giggle out with it, I heard her giggle but not what she said to herself, "Sweetie, it will not be a problem, especially when you say you might get a panic attack, Darling" Larissa said as she looked at me, "Alright, See you later, I guess" I said as I head out of her office

(6:55PM)

(Y/N's outfit for the Festival yes she changed they outfit once again)

Once again I think look good, "God why am I so nervous, It's just a Festival, And going with Larissa" I said to myself as I paced around my room, counting down the minutes that Larissa should soon be here at my dorm to take me to the Festival, Its was finally 7PM, I heard a knock on my door, I stopped pacing around my room, And started to walk over to the door, And opened it, I saw Larissa, She looked like a goddess in her outfit,  I looked up to eye contact with her Sapphire eyes, I could get lost in them, "Well, shall we go now, Darling?" Larissa said, "Y-Yeah we can go now" I quickly responded, As my face turn to a new shade of red, Did I just see Larissa look at me up and down, And her face turning red when she saw my outfit??, "Alright" Larissa said, As she held out her hand for me to grab, I took hold of her hand, And we walked down to her car hand in hand, As we got to her car she opened the passenger door for me to go in to, I hoped inside the vehicle, As I hopped in the car, the door shut, I saw Larissa jog to the driver side a little bit, "Y/N, Before we start the car I just wanted to say that the trip will take an hour to get there" Larissa said to me with slight worried in her voice and expression, "It okay, Nothing to worry about Larissa" I said calming her down at least a little bit,  she started to drive, While playing her playlist.

(A couple of minutes later)

"Girls" from girl in red came on,  Larissa eyes widen a little bit as she pulled over, And switched the song into a different song,  But I already heard the first few lyrics, "Larissa, I have a question" I said to Larissa, "Sure, Go ahead and tell" Larissa said with complete worry in her voice, "Are you- Are you into women?" I asked her with a confused look on my face, "Yes I'm into women, You?" Larissa said as she sighed, "Yes I'm also into women, Mainly into ones that are old enough to be my mother" I said while laughing at my words so did Larissa, God her laugh was so beautiful, God I think I'm falling very hard for this woman, "Who's your crush?" Larissa asked as she got back to driving, "Someone that I probably shouldn't date, But they comforted me, And helped me" I responded as I looked away from her face to hide my blushing red face, "Hmm, Alright" Larissa said.

(At the Festival)

"We're here" Larissa said as she looked over to me, "Alright, Well lets go have some fun!" I said excitedly.

She hoped out of her side of the car and started to go over to my side and she opened the car door, As she held out her hand. Ofc she is such a gentlewoman. I took hold of her hand and hoped out with a smile spreading across my face. "First let something to drink before we go do all of the stuff, Alright?" She said with a with glad expression on her face. I'm guessing she is glad that I'm happy. "Alright!" I responded. We ran over to the Festival not fast because Larissa was in heels of course. "Do you also want some food, before we go on the rides, and other stuff?" Larissa asked as she looked at me. "Yeah, I'm a bit hungry, How does a hamburger sound?" I said. "Sure. Lets get some hamburgers" she said with a smile on her face, God her smile make me melt. "Alright" I responded happily

We walked up the the food stand. I stood next to Larissa while she order for us. Larissa leaned down to my ear "Darling, You do realize that you can go take a set while you're wait, right?" Larissa whispered in my ear. I'm pretty sure she can see the blush because when she got back to her full height I saw her smirking to herself.

I walked over to a table waiting for Larissa. Still having that blush on my face. I saw her making her way to the table with a plate with 2 hamburger on it. I got stupidly excited to eat since I was starving. "Alright, lets start eating, I know you are starving, So am I" Larissa suggested. I nodded in agreement and reached to grab one of the hamburger and started to eat it. I saw Larissa looking at my lips than to my right eye than to the left one. I also saw Wednesday it looked like she won a game and got a prize I guess she was gonna give it to Larissa as a distraction. The man walked up to us and handed Larissa the panda and it started to say 'I love you' over and over for a little bit. "Hey, Ms.Weems could I do something real quick like 5 minutes. I promise I will be quick" I said to her a little fast. "Sure, go ahead, Darling, take how much time you need, Okay" Larissa responded.

I finally got caught up with Wednesday in the parking lot with a normie. "Hey, Weds" I said happily until I saw 3 other normies with weapons in there hands. "Hey um. We should run guys" I said as I pointed out the 3 other normies. We started to run, and as we are running Wednesday bumped into Rowan. I saw her having a vision. I quickly caught her, and after her short vision she started to chase after Rowan. "Jesus Christ, This is turning into a workout instead" I said to myself as I followed Wednesday.

As soon I got there I saw Wednesday against a tree. I also saw Rowan holding her against the tree with his telekinesis. Out of nowhere a monster run up to Rowan and started to attack him. There was blood everywhere. I couldn't move where I was. The monster started to run up to me and I felt a sharp pain going from the start of my chest to my lower stomach. I screamed but than fainted I saw the world go black the last thing I saw was the monster running away as Wednesday ran over to me and picked me taking me somewhere.

(A/N Don't worry Y/N doesn't die okay and also this was 2650 words😃)