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narrators-journal · 3 years

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Life after the fact

CW: mentions of some nasty stuff related to kids.

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For the next few days you were a mess. Between the morning sickness and the guilt of having murdered someone, you were throwing up every bit of food or water you tried to digest, every shadow and small noise in your crappy, dirt cheap apartment at night sent you into a break down, sickened more with fear and the force of your sobs when you got overwhelmed. You never felt like you could relax, everything was nerve-wracking, and especially when you went outside. However, as the weeks passed, you got a handle on your fears. You weren't exactly okay, but you forced yourself to adjust and move on as best you could. As if the paranoia wasn't enough, you also had to deal with being pregnant on your own now. Oh god, I should've just stayed with Illumi! What the hell am I supposed to do about this whole thing?! You thought one night as you sat in your windowless bathroom, curled around the toilet, vomitting from the nerves, nausea, and violent sobbing, I wish I could just go back...apologize and just go back to the way things were. you lamented as you sucked in shakey, cold breaths that burnt your throat. It wasn't like you'd planned this far ahead, your escape attempt was a heat of the moment thing, fuelled by the fear of what might happen after you gave birth and the gut feeling that your partner would doom your child to a life akin to his own, which was definitely not a normal, healthy, or happy one. So, now you were left to suffer the last, stubborn thrashes of winter alone, in a crappy little apartment with walls so thin you could feel the last icy wind of winter when it blew, struggling with pregnancy symptoms and relentless paranoia of what will happen if or when Illumi finds you. After that night, you decided it was best to do what you could to lessen your stress, but that was easier said then done. For one, no matter the steps you took to ensure your safety, taking jobs great distances from where you live, whipping up a fake identity to use for work, limiting how often you went out, you could never fully convince yourself that you were safe from the Zoldyck family. Another thing that stopped you was your financial situation. You managed to nab a bit of cash from the car you'd stolen from the butler, using most of it on a cheap car, but, while a reasonable amount still, you still ended up taking up a job as a maid-for-hire of sorts, and usually your employers would tip you terrifically when they figured out you were pregnant, but with the gas bill, food, and the sketchy amount of rent you had to pay, you had little to nothing left to save for a better place or the baby. Finally, you realized after looking into it at one of your employer's homes during your break, that you were too far along in your pregnancy for termination, since at that point you were somewhere in your fourth month, so that left you with almost no other option than to find a way to give birth. After that, you just settled for having the child at home to avoid the paper trail a doctor's office would need and than leaving the baby at a church. They'll take the kid in and put it into foster care, which is a safer gamble than the Zoldycks. You thought, wiping the beginnings of tears from your eyes as you drove to the day's job. For the remainder of the day, you focused on your work, cleaning up toys, doing and folding laundry, making beds, the usual duties for this particular household, and did your best to not think about your past. That is, until you heard someone knock on the door while you were upstairs mopping the bathroom. The sound instantly sent ice down your spine. It felt as if the world skipped a beat in time with your heart, but at another knock, you took a deep breath and inched towards the distant door. Your heart thundered in your chest so hard that it hurt, but you picked your way down, staying away from the windows and doing your best to move stealthily with the slowly growing bump of your stomach until you could look out of the front door's peep hole. Thank the heavens it was simply your employer, a neatly dressed, glasses clad woman who you'd heard was a lawyer or CEO of some sort, not an assassin. So, just as she gave a third, more impatient knock, you opened the door, "I'm so sorry ma'am! I couldn't move too quickly to get to the door sooner," you said, not meaning to sound near hysterics, but at least that made you sound super apologetic as the woman huffed in annoyance, "It's fine, I just had my entire day upheaved." she said, walking in and you swiftly shut the door, not thinking much of the figure you saw standing at the roadside from the corner of your eye, she commonly had other helpers here when you were, it was likely just a gardener or someone to bring in her bags. "First, I burn myself with coffee at 6 am this morning, than I have to drive three damned hours to the airport just to find out my business trip was cancelled because the client decided to cut ties with my work! Ugh, don't get me started on tr-" The woman paused her ranting and hair adjustments suddenly, looking at you with concern and confusion on her dark-skinned face, "Are you alright, dear? Why are you crying?" Her voice was gentle, all annoyance gone when she'd realized you were upset, but it still made you jump and feel a small spark of guilt at the show of vulnerability, something you'd been fighting to repress. But your emotions had been so unpredictable recently, it only made sense that you failed. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me," you sniffed, scrubbing at your tears as she put a reassuring hand on your back and led you to a chair, letting you sit down, "Don't worry about it, I just thought I was the one to upset you. Are you sure you're alright?" You nodded as she looked you over, looking so parental and compassionate, it made your heart hurt. And just like that, even more tears were falling onto your clothes as a sharp knife of loneliness cut through you. You did your best to at least slow the streams of tears, but seeing this woman you hardly knew be so motherly and understanding reminded you of your own mother, or maybe those times Kikyo had helped you through the beginnings of morning sickness or nausea. Either way, your boss' actions hit a chord and now you were trying not to bawl while she offered you tissues and talked you down from the hormonal extreme. "I see now, must be the pregnancy talking." she laughed a little, "when I was expecting my eldest, the mood swings never really left, and just about anything would set me off. I remember one time, my husband had made me breakfast and I ended up sobbing over it for a good five minutes while he was just mortified." she said, giving you a comforting smile when you weakly laughed. Finally, when you were past the violent sobs, your boss helped you up and led you to the kitchen so you could splash some water on your face and she could get you some tea to help you relax. Once you were settled down at the table, warm cup of tea between your hands, your boss sat at the table with you and let you take a few sips before asking, "So, do you have any plans set for the baby?" she asked, and you felt her warm eyes drawing out all of your issues. You started out pretty vague, admitting you weren't really sure of what to do, but that soon led to you going into detail about how you didn't think you'd be keeping the child and probably putting them up for adoption since you couldn't afford them. You told her that you felt so bad for the decision, but you didn't want to raise your child in poverty or worsen their quality of life in general, which your boss understood, laying her dark hand on yours soothingly as you spoke. For the next hour or so, you sat with the woman and she helped you through all of your options. You told her that the father of the child wasn't the best, so she explained good ways to limit contact and how to keep track of every instance of neglect, abuse, or anything of the sort just in case things required lawyers and courts. By the time you'd left her home for the day, you were feeling much better about your situation, and while your plans to put the baby up for adoption hadn't changed, you were much more confident in the steps to go about it. You kept that job for two or three more trips, telling your boss of your plans to stop after that. She understood perfectly and made sure your pay was doubled, "Pretty soon you'll come up on being six months, you won't be able to do a lot in your third trimester." she pointed out after you refused to accept her money, but that wasn't the only kind thing she did for you. No, on your second to last job with her family she had basically spun you around at the door and herded you out to her car. "I understand you're trying to keep as low a profile as possible, but I can't in good conscious not have that child checked on." she told you as she drove you to a check up, patting your hand and just letting you bawl, but she refused to let you apologize for her helping. In fact, when you thought back on the drive after the appointment, she seemed somewhat sad, but you couldn't exactly place why and on the drive back you didn't want to ask and open an old wound. So, you simply didn't say anything about it and went home that night with knowledge that so far your baby seemed fine, and a tip from your boss to find some time to relax more, "Make sure to destress as best you can, it's good for your mental health and the baby." she advised, as motherly as ever. So, you decided on your drive home to give that advice a shot. At least once. So, after your last job with that family, while spring time was beginning to really settle in outside, leaving a crisp but fresh feeling night in the wake of a lukewarm day, you had borrowed a book from a neighbor and ran yourself a warm bath to hopefully relax in, even if you likely wouldn't be able to get out of it super easily when bedtime rolled around. Despite that fact, sinking into the warm water felt like heaven to your aching back, breasts, and hips. So, you relaxed in the water for a long while, two hours or so, just reading the book and occasionally putting your hand on your belly to feel the baby kick. The only thing that could've made the night better was if you had some scented candles and maybe a shoulder rub, but you were content with settling for this. All around, the night was near perfect, and that was somewhat because you refused to let your anxiety at the little creaks of your floor or the sounds of your neighbors opening their own doors in the ratty old hall destroy your good time. Eventually, you did get out of the cooled water with some work and got dressed in your comfiest clothes before going to bed, feeling rather happy and relaxed, and thus falling asleep rather quickly. That night, you had quite the weird dream. You weren't a stranger to nightmares about Illumi or the Zoldycks, but this dream was much more melancholy. At the start, it was pretty normal, a nonsensical flurry of dream-logic-fuelled, stream of consciousness, but than things got a bit easier to follow, and the dream took a turn from non-sense, to a bittersweet dream of laying in bed with Illumi again, letting him feel your belly and generally being happy with an undertone of 'something's off' to it. When you woke up the next day you were hit with a tsunami of yearning for that scenario, or any scenario that meant you got cuddled and comforted, and didn't feel so crushingly alone. For the twentieth time since the beginning of the month, you thought of returning to the Zoldyck estate, or at least making it easier for your fiance to find you, but than your common sense kicked in to stomp out that fantasy. No! If I go back my life will be more than just miserable boredom and restrictions. It'll become worse than hell! Illumi will be pissed beyond belief and will probably do something extreme to me! Your fearful inner voice had a point, Illumi had already threatened you when you'd asked to go out without him that day, he'd undoubtedly do worse to you for not only trying to run, but staying gone for so long and putting your baby under so much stress. Oh god, what would he do if I miscarry? The mere thought of his reaction was enough to settle the debate. You'd stay gone. You'd put up with the apartment that smelled of wet dogs and smoke, the paper thin walls, the exorbitant rent, you'd leave your baby at a church once they were born, and you'd go off the grid. If you could help it, you'd never go back to face Illumi and his family.

#Illumi x reader #sequel #outrunning obsessions #hxh #hunter x hunter #x reader #sequelette #Illumi zoldyck #fanfiction #quotev

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bakubaewritings · 4 years

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Bakugo x reader angst/fluff

warning - broken down Bakugo, mental breakdown, sleeping pills, trigger warning, and language

word count 2,541

Love is the feeling of being home when you're not.

That's how you felt when you and Bakugo started dating. Everything was great. You were head over heels in love with the explosive pro hero. After your school years at UA, you and Bakugo finally decided to make it official. Since the beginning, Bakugo had made it clear to you his ambitions, and you respected that his hero work came first. You supported him fully; you told your career was important to you as well. You were a hero, too, though you were a rescue hero. You worked in more in the day time; your quirk involved socking up rays of the sun to heal.

You broke all your walls for him, but Bakugo never did the same, despite you being together for a year. You got close to getting him to tell you that he loved you, but he couldn't say it, and you understood why. Bakugo was very reserved, and you respected that. The most intimate thing you two had ever done was move in together since his apartment was close to both your agencies. Since you were often home before Bakugo, your quirk not being very useful after sundown, you always made dinner for him to eat when he came home later from patrols. Sometimes you'd wake up to help him care for him. In the morning as well, you'd wake up extra early to make him breakfast and kiss him good morning before going to work.

However, the relationship began to become very strained. You were never demanding that Bakugo take a break from his hero work, never asked him to stay home with you. However, when Bakugo began trading breakfast for morning gym workouts was when you decided to tell him how you felt. You were never the confrontational type, but you only ever saw Bakugo when you woke up in the middle of the night to see him sleeping next to you. He had also been growing increasingly distant from you in the last few months. When you had found the time to talk, Bakugo just gave you the cold shoulder, telling you to stop nagging him. You sought out advice from Kirishima and Izuku, feeling like you had no one else to turn to.

"You have to talk to him Y/n, tell him how you miss him. Be honest, I've known Kacchan for years, and he may be mean, but he loves you if you tell him how you feel he'll listen." Midoriya's words of advice encouraged you.

"Bakugo's just really hard at getting close to people, but he does love you." Were Kirishima's words

The Alarm rang at 5 am, and Bakugo groggily stood from the bed. You woke up with after him grabbing his wrist before he could get up. The sun was barely even up yet, "Suki." You called out, tugging him towards you. He looked over his shoulder; his face was far from happy. A scowl formed on his face, eyebrows sunk over his vermillion eyes.

"What? I have to get to the gym." You rose from bed slowly, your eyes glossy at his harsh tone.

"Suki, I miss you, can we please talk." His face contorted as he let out a scoff. You looked at him confused, why was he acting so cold? You asked yourself.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand since your a C class hero, but I have to be at my best to beat that fucking Deku and Shoto and become number 1." He was now facing away from you; he pulled his wrist away roughly from your grasp.

"C- Class Hero?" You raised an eyebrow, your hands balled into fists, collecting the sheets over you.

"Yeah, a C- class hero! Unlike you, I'm important, I have a job to do, and I have to be in the best shape for it." He turned around his face so close to yours as he yelled in your face. Your lip quivered, how could he be so heartless. Tears began to stream down your face.

"I don't have time for this shit."

You looked at him"I can't believe you, I wanted to talk to you, to fix what was wrong in our relationship because I love you and I want to make us work, but you're just an asshole."

"You're what's wrong."

Your eyebrows arched in confusion, "excuse me?"

"You are what's wrong; you come into my life bringing all your shit feelings with you expecting me to fix your problems, you move in here filling my space with your shit. Then you fucking expect me to say I love you, well I don't, and I never will, you're a nuisance." Tears streamed down your face like waterfalls.

"Then I'm sorry for wasting your fucking time." You stood up, "I'm sorry I ever fell in love with you." You screamed at him. Bakugo jut stood up grabbed his gym bag and left, and when he came home, you and your things were gone.

That was two months ago, you had moved out and found yourself staying in your old apartment. You stayed away from Bakugo, who made no effort to contact you. After a year of being together, you couldn't believe it had ended this way. There were many times where you find yourself crying on Mina's couch or during girls night at Ochaco's, but after a while, you realized how strong you were strong, and no matter how much Bakugo hurt you, you knew how good it would feel to see him swallow his words when he saw you again. You were not going to let his words hurt you because you knew you were no C class hero. You spent those two months working on yourself because for the first time in a year you were putting your own needs first. Now you did miss Bakugo extremely, you had gotten so used to him. Sure the last few months were tough, but you missed the good times. "let's go out tonight, Y/N; we can go can you karaoke bar!" Mina's excitement was prominent in her voice. "Yeah, and wear your matching UA Sweater!" Sero's voice called from the background. You giggled. "Alright, I'll catch you guys later." You hung up the phone, placing it down on your kitchen counter. You bit your lip, trying to remember where the sweater was. You looked all over your small apartment, even searching the old boxes of stuff you had from UA you had stuffed into the back of the closet, but with no luck. Sighing you groaned, the sweater was probably at Bakugo's.

Bakugo wouldn't be home this early you sighed as you turned the key in the hole hearing the click. You opened the door gently, feeling the cold air. Bakugo always kept his ac on even in the winter. You placed your key on the coffee table after today. You wouldn't need it. You started to look around for your sweater, carful not to leave a trace. When you opened the bedroom door, you heard the running water of the bathtub.

'That's weird, Bakugo hates baths.' You didn't hear anything except the running water, so you began to get a little worried, you looked onto the dresser and found bottles of prescription sleeping pills. You jiggled the doorknob of the bathroom aggressively, the door flying open. Bakugo's head fell slowly into the water, and he was fully submerged.

"Bakugo!" You rushed towards the bathtub shutting on the water. You pulled Bakugo's head from under the water, and out of the bath, the floor was covered in water from the overflowing tub. He looked awful, deep dark purple bags under his sunken puffy eyes, stubble on his face. You grabbed pulled him close to your neck, your fingers feeling for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there. Bakugo started coughing up water; his eyes opened slowly. Everything was blurry at first, then he saw you, you held him in your arms the bathroom light above you made it look like a halo.

He saw your leaking from your eyes; they ran down your cheeks. "Y/n?" He whispered, bringing his hands to pull his hair. He wiggled out of your grasp, falling to his knees on the floor.

"Wake up, Katsuki! Wake up! You're not real, this just another hallucination; it's a fucking dream." Bakugo was now the one crying. His fist beat down on the wet bathroom tiles, the water splashing everywhere. You grabbed his wrists tightly, pulling his towards you. "Katsuki, stop." You pulled his chest to yours, not caring that your clothes were soaked. "It's me; I'm real." You whispered.

Bakugo broke down in your arms, letting out painful sobs as his body shook violently. His words were almost incoherent as he let out heart-wrenching practically screams of pain. He clung onto you his arms around your waist, face buried in your neck. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair; his heartbeat was pounding against his rib cage.

"Please don't leave." He whimpered, his breath was shakey. "Please, Y/N, I didn't mean anything of that shit that I said." His arms gripped you even tighter. He looked at you, his vermillion eyes wide, face red. "I won't Bakugo, I promise," Bakugo let out a wince, "No, I'm not Bakugo; I'm Katsuki, your Katsuki." He cried even more. You had never seen him like this, not in a million years would you have thought you would see Katsuki Bakugo so broken.

You helped him stand up slowly; he clutched onto you, afraid if he let go, you would disappear right before his eyes. You helped him onto the bedroom and laid him onto the bed. "I'm gonna clean up ok; I'll be back." You reassured him, but he didn't let go. "Please, Y/N, I need to know you're real." He swallowed, pulling you onto the bed. You laid in front of him, your arms around his broad shoulders.

"I missed you so much I-" Bakugo started stuttering, "Y/n, I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean anything of those awful things I said to you," He was crying hysterically, "I, I wanted to." You shushed him, gently playing with his hair. "Don't talk, for right now, just relax, ok." You felt his head nod against your neck. Several minutes passed, and you began to hear small little snores against your neck. The bed under you was soaked. You processed that Bakugo was fully bare clinging onto you, his eyes red and puffy from crying. You pulled away from Bakugo and covered him with the duvet covers, moving to the bathroom to clean up. You drained the tub and begun to mop up every couple of moments, checking up on Bakugo to see he was still sleeping. You were picking up all the scattered clothes and towels, throwing them into the washing machine along with your wet clothes. You were putting on one of Bakugo's shirts when you hear him start to thrash around in bed. You raced into the room to find him sitting up his head buried in his hands. You climbed onto the bed, moving towards him, in between his legs.

"Katsuki, I'm here, baby. I'm right here." Bakugo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

"It's always the same whenever I close my eyes." He breathed raggedly

"Months back, I was fighting this Villian, and I got hit with this quirk and, and I saw you. You died in my arms; I couldn't get to you in time." He closed his eyes tightly, and tears slipped out. "When I became distant, I was trying to get stronger, stronger to protect you. I would wake up early because every time I closed my eyes, I saw you in my arms bleeding out."

"Oh, Katsuki, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I'm an asshole, I'm awful at expressing and sharing my feelings, I'm supposed to be your hero, but instead I became a villain to you. The dreams started getting worse, and I said that because I thought If you weren't with me, you would be safer. I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N; I should have just told you, I should have told you." Bakugo clutched his chest tightly, "After you left, they got so much worse, I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see you leaving again and again, and it always ends the same, you dead in my arms. I even tried taking those stupid sleeping pills to try and get some rest, but nothing worked. I even tried a bath, a fucking bath because I remembered how much you use to love them, how you said it made you so relaxed before bed, and when I did shit that you did, it felt like you were there., Like I could hear your voice giggling and laughing happily. I missed you. Is still miss you, Y/N I miss you." You looked into his eyes; he was so broken. The man you loved, you admired, was crying, completely broken in front of you. You cupped his wet cheeks connecting your lips. His hands caressed your naked waist pulling you towards him.

When you kissed him, it felt like nothing had changed. The butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and fireworks went off. Everything around you faded away, and it was only you and Bakugo. You felt like you were finally home again. Bakugo pulled away, looking into your gorgeous e/c eyes.

"Y/n I love you, I fucking love you. I've loved you since I met you in UA, but I was too dense to fucking say anything. I should have said it a long time ago; please forgive me."

"Of course I forgive you, Idiot," you cried, kissing him again.

"I said such horrible things, baby; I'm so sorry. You're the strongest woman I know, you're stronger than me, or fucking Deku or that half and half bastard. Stronger than any of us could ever be." His words were shaky, but you knew he meant every single word, he was just trying not to cry again.

"I love you, Katsuki, my katsuki."

"With you, Y/n, I feel safe. I feel like I'm home, and I promise I will always keep you safe, and I'll never let go.

bonus “Bakugo! You look like a shit dude.” Kaminari laughed as you and Bakugo walked in hand and hand into the bar. “You guys are back together?” Izuku smiled excitedly, his eyes sparkling. You and Bakugo shared a loving glance at one another. “You bet your ass we are Deku.” He smirked, sitting down inside the booth with your old classmates, pulling you down onto his lap. “For the long haul.” Your classmates erupted in cheers, Kirishima even states drinks were on him to celebrate.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugo angst #bakugou angst #bnha angst #bnha fluff #mha imagines #mha angst #mha fluff

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spidxysense · 4 years

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Back to You | 10

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Timothee Chalamet

A/N: Happy 2020 everybody!!!!! Sorry I was MIA for a while! I decided to take the rest of 2019 to calm down, get some writing done and plan out and decide what I wanted to do with this series and I’m honestly so glad to say that I’m back with a rejuvenated and enthusiastic place to finish this fic! Sorry I didn’t tell anyone, but I thought it would be best to get away form tumblr for a while and the less time I spent on it the less I would feel guilty for not uploading. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I had a hard time picturing the reunion so it was written then rewritten about a dozen times probably! I wouldn’t expect weekly updated on this either sine I am also rewriting anf reuploading an old fic of mine from another account, but I promise I’ll get this fic done too! As always send in your asks, and comments I love hearing from all of you!!

Word count: 3,676

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You had your eyes set on the road, tense, while the feeling in this car just screamed tension as you could feel Timothee's worried gaze looking over at you to the road and back at you only to repeat that cycle. You notice the slight twitch in his hand on the steering wheel as he keeps himself from grabbing your hand, the same one picking the skin off from the side of your fingernails again.

And before you could hear it, you see the smoke in the air, you were probably about 25 minutes away from the station and the whole time before then, you and Timothee had just been driving around, visiting your usual places to eat and hang around. It dawns on you while you two were sitting on the hood of the car, watching the sun go up, silent but comfortable, that this was your new familiar. It was no longer a lazy Sunday afternoons with Tessa, or a visit to the docks with Troye or Tom, it wasn't reading a book at the breakfast table while Tom read the newspaper or his script as he held and squeezed your hand from across the table. No. This was your new constant, Timothee, everyday it was him, and a part of you wished it would always be him, nevermind the role he played in your everyday life, as long as he was in it.

"You seriously need to calm down and breathe." He says ironically as he takes a deep breath himself, this somehow felt akin to when Tom first met your family. A shaking water bottle in front of your face takes you out of your thoughts and you can't help but laugh because Timothee was noticeably very nervous himself.

From the way you understood Timothee, he wasn't the type to really care what other people would think of him, but why for goodness sake did he care what Haz and Tom would think?

The car comes to a halt suddenly as he pulls over to the side. You lean over to look at the hood, expecting to see smoke, a sign God had given you two that maybe you two weren't meant to pick up the two from the station. But you're met with Timothee bent over, as he clutched his knees in desperation. You hurriedly step out yourself, gently placing your hand on his back but he slaps your hand away just as fast as when he got out of the car.

"No…" he heaves heavy breathes in between, "I can… I can do this." He tried to stand up straight only to go back to his bent over position and you knew just from seeing him what this was. Timothee was having a panic attack.

Timothee Trivia: He had panic attacks too.

But even when he pushed you away, you stood your ground, "No." You grab him by his sides, he was kneeling on the ground now, so you sit down and sit him down as well, setting him up straight, looking him straight in the eyes, "Look at me." You say with a steady voice.

He takes a few seconds but he manages to keep his eyes open, blinking back the tears from the painful choking feeling he must have in his throat, but he looks into your eyes nonetheless

"Breathe with me." You say as you inhale and exhale in deep breaths. He tries to mimic you, but he still has some trouble.

You bit your lip as he started to have trouble breathing again. You speak in a quiet voice, despite the train noises that would reach your ears every now and again, "When I was growing up, I used to trace the lines on my palms." You chuckle to yourself and you know Timothee wanted to snort in laughter, but all he could manage was a pained smile, "C-can you trace them?" You stare into his eyes, "Slowly, I’ll be here. You just focus on tracing them."

He nods silently with difficulty but looks at them, hands shaking as one traces and the other is held out, but you grab his wrist, stopping him, “Here.” You offer your hand, “You can trace mine. So it isn’t shakey.”

He points them out with his index finger, your hand wrapped securely around his wrist as he starts tracing. By the 17th line he traces, he's breathing normally again, his pupils no longer dilated.

It's a calm silence between the two of you, almost all of your quiet moments together a calm silence, as he keeps his head down, thinking.

"I'm sorry you had to witness...that." he calls it that with such disgust that it hurts even you, and you remember back then.

You were sitting in the closet, your first week of living with Tom and while putting away the laundry you felt it crawling up your spine. So you drop the basket and run up the stairs and into the closet, sitting at the very end behind the coats. You clutch your hands together and press it against your chest as you tried to get it to stop beating so fast, while trying to even out your breathing.

The door creaks slightly open, "Y/n? Sweetheart?"

This was a panic attack but it wasn't a severe one, you knew that much since you could still kind of focus on Tom when he pops his head into the closet.

You expect him to close the door when he finds you with your head to your knees and hands pressed against your chest, a common practice in your family, even for Troye, they'd leave you alone to handle it because they knew eventually, you could. And he does. But not before he steps inside. He sits next to you, but when you flinch, he opts to sit across from you as he watches you catching your breath slowly as you wring your hands together, calming down the excessive beating in your chest.

You lift your head slowly, looking up at him, eyes brimming with tears, "Sorry." You both say at the same time. He chuckles, letting you go first.

"I'm sorry…" you speak in a quiet voice, "That you had to see that. I can understand if this isn't what you imagined-"

"You're beautiful." He smiles calmly at you. He leans his head back against the wall as he lets out a sigh of relief, "I was so scared, I had no idea what to do!" He pounds on his chest slightly, "Any longer and I think I might've joined you." He laughs aloud, but the laughter dies down, a soft look on his face as he stares at you, tears streaming down you face and he brings himself closer, "I love you." He leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, as he synchronizes his breathing with yours.

"You're beautiful." You mumble softly as you stroke his cheek, knowing that when Tom told you that, everything felt at peace, someone finally accepted you. He looked a little shaken at first, but he relishes in the feeling, closing his eyes as he leaned his cheek into your hand.

He was just like you.

"It's heavy, right?" You smile sadly at him, he doesn't answer but you know he hears you, "It's heavy feeling all alone. Having to be you and all alone." He nods quietly, "I'm here." You say calmly, "I'm here with you. It'll become a lot lighter." You blink back the tears.

He was just like you.

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You two were standing at the station, albeit slightly awkward as a space between the two of you appeared ever since you two stepped onto the platform.

You clutched your right arm, your left arm across your torso as you kicked an invisible speck of dirt from the platform. Passengers started flooring the place as you hear loud calls of your name that has the two of you jumping in surprise.

"Y/N!!!" You see a pale hand from behind all the smoke, "Y/N! Over here!"

You walk towards the voice, and you stop when you come face to face with Tom, who had yet to see you and was pulling his cap down so nobody got a good look at his face. He turns his head, right in your direction and despite all the anxieties you had earlier, his face breaks out into a giant grin and he runs over to you, picking you up and spinning you around. It wasn't awkward. It would never be awkward with Tom, before all else he was your friend. Well he'd fight tooth and nail with you on that. To him, you were never his friend, he was always sure the two of you would be together. But to you, he was a friend first and this was exactly how it was between you two.

He sets you down, crossing his muscular arms across his chest, "Jesus, is Marvel making you lift weights even during the read throughs?" You laugh, poking his biceps, "Those has gotten bigger."

Tom shrugs, bashfully, but you and Haz both know he crossed his arms only for that purpose, even though it was a habit of his, you guide them towards Timothee, who still had his feet planted in the spot you left him in, "This is Timothee!" You introduce them. You were slightly nervous in introducing them.

Haz was no problem, he was a guy's guy. Very bro-like and could get along with anyone. Tom was more of a wildcard. You've never actually seen him get jealous but that was because you never gave him a reason to be, but now you were single and Timothee was definitely not just a friend.

Tom grabs Timothee's open hand first, Timothee chuckles nervously, "Quite a grip you got there." You look down at their hands, Timmy's hand going slightly red.

"Great to meet you man." Haz does that strange bro hug thing, "You've been taking care of Y/N here, yeah?"

Tom clears his throat, "So, how has it been here in Italy?"

You scratch the back of your head, "Well, Italy's Italy. It's freaking hot here."

You look over at Timothee, grinning over at Tom who wasn't paying any attention to him.

"Man, this is great. I'm meeting fucking Spiderman." This catches Tom's attention, "I almost got cast as him, you know."

"Huh." Tom chuckled, "What could have been, yeah?" He pulls along his suitcase as Timothee and Haz lead the way to the car.

Even though it was just some stupid thing he said, you can't help but believe there was something more the what Tom said, "And what cat got your tongue?" He pokes your cheek and you shake your head.

"No cat." You pull back his cap, "but your cap is distracting me." You laugh, "Literally nobody here will recognize you."

"I've been meaning to bring this up, but just haven't since we've been in a group till now, but is everything alright?" He grabs your wrist, bringing your hand closer to your face. Of course he'd notice. Tom always noticed, no matter how small. He saw you, and he always made a point to ask about it.

You smile to yourself, "There have been bad days." You sigh, "But nothing I can't handle."

"Without me?"

He doesn't look over at you, afraid of the answer that would come out of your mouth.

They place their baggage into the trunk. But you're still stuck in your head even when you're sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window. To a degree, you could understand how Tom was being and how he was feeling. He had questions. But he was never the type to force for amy of his questions to be answered if you didn't answer them yourself. It was almost like a guessing game if you weren't used to how Tom was. So whether he'd get the answers he seemed so desperate for on this trip was fully and completely in your court. Was that why he came here?

A soft graze on your shoulder brings you back from your thoughts. It was Timothee. You notice he didn't touch your hand this time.

He chuckles nervously, "Tom's been calling you for a while now." He keeps his eyes straight on the road.

You shake your head, laughing, completely fake, "Sorry! You know how I am, Tom." you look behind over at him from your seat.

He has his arms crossed in front of his chest, tense, his gaze was out the window but there was a sadness to his eyes and an irritation in the way his lips formed in a tight line, he laughs with you, fake as well, "Totally! Classic, Y/N. I swear if no one's around she'd walk into traffic." She chuckles, "In fact I remember during the last City of London Festival, I nearly lost you in the parade."

You giggle, remembering the whole thing. You'd seen a dog that strangely looked like Tessa so you followed it only to realize you lost Tom and that the dog wasn't Tessa. And you'd spent the morning looking for each other. Since it was such a huge parade there was no cell service, and Tom was in a panic because he was scared that the amount of people would trigger a panic attack. But knowing he was looking for you kept you grounded. Eventually you found each other at the Van Gogh section of the fair grounds because Tom remembered Van Gogh was your favorite. You remembered how tight he hugged you then, how you two could laugh about it now but Tom was practically sobbing when he found you, shaking and scared that if he didn't find you, someone would find you having an attack, something you told him you wanted to be kept an absolute secret. But all you remember feeling that day was like you found your way back home, you were never scared because Tom would always find you.

But now things were different. Tom still felt like home but at the same time he felt like a stranger in the skin of someone you used to know everything about.

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The car comes to a stop at a quaint hostel, they were apparently able to rent out two nights here, but knowing how charismatic Haz was it was definitely no surprise.

Timothee taps on the steering wheel, "Well, we've got a couple of scenes to shoot but hopefully by 6 we'll be finished since we're doing day shots today so we could probably have dinner."

Haz peeks into the car, having just taken their luggage out, Tom pulls them along to the entrance and slowly approaches the passenger seat, "Yeah sounds great, mate." Haz shuts the door, tapping Tom and motioning towards the hostel as if to say we'd be getting them checked in.

Tom had an arm on top of the car while he leaned down towards your window, "I'll see you later, alright?" His voice is soft and so are his eyes as he pleads that you follow through with your plans. He'd probably been sensing you'd make up some bullshit excuse not to see them that night. As sad as it may be, you never even thought of making excuses not to see Tom, not until this very moment at least.

You give him a reassuring smile, "Yeah, we have a lot to catch up on."

He nods silently, tapping the hood of the car twice before he lifts a hand to say goodbye to you, but nothing for Timothee.

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You were sat on one of those foldable chairs with your name on it as you watched what Luca said would be "usable" for the final cut when the seat next to you gets filled, "So, I was thinking Santorini."

You notice the lack of touching and the increased distance between the two of you as he leaned forward towards the screen but not towards you where the screen was closest.

You hum, "Santorini? You must be trying to impress then."

"Exactly who is Timothee trying to impress?" Luca's thick Italian accent fills the space between the two of you as his hands find purchase on the back of Timothy's chair, "Has he met someone? I do not approve."

Timothee gives Luca a look, "You KNOW it's not that." He sighed, "I'm just trying to-" he sighs again, pounding exasperated, "Tom Holland is in town and he just doesn't seem to like me. I'm just trying to get on his good side."

"Tom Holland? That brute of human muscle? Appeasing him should be easy enough like appeasing a dog-" Luca realizes exactly who he's insulting before sneaking a look at you, "I mean, he must be a sensitive soul, a humanitarian-I'm sorry, Y/N, you know where my loyalties lie." He shrugs.

You wave a hand, giggling, "It's fine really. When you really get to know him, he's a lot more than what he looks." You ponder for a minute, "But if you really want to impress him, he like wine and steak. He has a cigar every now and then and he likes places where you can go walking after eating."

Luca blinks, "Well, you won't find any worthwhile places here for steak, wine, there probably is, but I would recommend going out of town for this one, I'll have my assistant text you the details." He shoots Timothee a looks before scurrying away to talk with Armie.

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"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Timothee's nervously tapping on the steering wheel as you tried to figure out whether you chose the right destination that Waze was navigating yu towards.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Seems like it.” You notice the slight tremble in his fingers, and then it hits you all at once, the lights are in your eyes and the cameras are flashing against the windshield, “Fuck.” You muttered, “Luca said there would be more people here than the town we’re flming in but for fuck’s sake I didn’t expect this.”

The car comes to a stop in front of a fancy looking restaurant with a red stanchion and a red carpet leading to the entrance, “We’ll need to leave the car with valet, are you okay with stepping out with those people around?”

You sigh, “Well, we’ve got no choice, these guys aren’t leaving anytime soon and there’s nobody who would drive us to the back and take care of parking.” You shrug, taking a deep breath you open the door and then you’re bombarded with questions.

“Y/N! What are you doing at a restaurant like this with Timothee Chalamet?”

“Is there something brewing between the two of you?”

“Y/N, we saw Tom going inside a while ago, are you two on a date?”

“Have you two kissed and made up?”

“Who are you really on a date with tonight, Y/N?”

“Is this a date night? We have the two of you been this whole time?”

“Did Tom come to Italy to visit you on set?”

“You and Timothee look quite close, does Tom already know about this? What did he have to say?”

You feel an arm wrap around your back and instead of finding Timothee next to you with his arm secured around your back, it’s Tom, pushing past the paparazzi with one arm while the other was tucked behind your back all the while Timothee was still speaking with the valet, one of them apparently asking for pictures and autographs.

Tom slouches, leaning his head closer to yours as his hand grips your arm reassuringly, “I heard a commotion outside, and I thought it would be you.”

You appreciate the hold he has on you but you try to get it to soften up even if just a bit, “Well knowing these guys they’ll make some bullshit article about how we’re here on a date and we’re getting back together so maybe ease up a bit on your grip.”

You two step inside, Timothee following closely behind, Tom faces him and holds out a hand, “Thanks for getting Y/N here in one piece.” He finally shoots Timothee a smile, “And really, thank you for looking out for her this whole time. I can’t tell you how worried I’ve been about how Y/N was managing here, but she seems to be doing alright thanks to you and Armie.”

Timothee’s smile is practically glowing as he reaches over to grab Tom’s hand and shake it enthusiastically. While the two of them are chatting by the front desk, you walk over to the table where Haz was sat all alone, “I take it you had a talk with Tom?” You snort.

He sighs, “Yeah, it wasn’t an easy conversation but he came around soon enough. I told him you wouldn’t want him fighting with a close friend of yours and he eventually calmed down.”

“The crowd out there was crazy, I honestly thought Italy was a pretty quiet place but it’s pretty bad.”

He shrugs, “Well you three are pretty up and coming, especially since we’re with Tom, the current Spiderman and Timothee who’s certainly been making headlines lately, then add you to the mix and it’s even bigger.”

Haz flags down a waiter making his rounds around the dining area, “Hey man, sorry about this but if it’s not too much trouble, could you maybe handle the crowd outside, my friend has problems with her anxiety and getting rid of them would be a lot of help.”

The waiter nodded calmly before proceeding out the front to ward off the photographers as Tom and Timothee come to sit at the table, Tom’s face unreadable with his mouth set in a thin line and his eyebrows coming together approaching the table seriously as Timothee looks like he’s optimistic about the night.

Timothee clasps his hands together, “How about we get this dinner started then?”

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SUMMARY: As Zatanna is about to get on stage to perform during the gala event, Dimitri comes by to check on her backstage and let her know that a hit has been put on his head. He is stopped when Zatanna makes the final move to break things off. TRIGGERS: Angst, Heartbreak, So Much Sadness WRITTEN WITH: @ofreddragon

ZATANNA: She was due to be on stage in a few minutes and for whatever reason she was feeling anxious. She rarely got stage fright; she loved the feeling of performing, but tonight's crowd was more than a little intimidating. She briefly peered out into the crowd and while she could see many of her friends and colleagues, she could also see a lot of demon princes. She wasn't exactly on the best of terms with some of them given her recent participation in the balancing ritual. She heard a noise behind her and sharply turned on her heels, a defensive spell on the tip of her tongue, only to come face-to-face with Dimitri. "Hey," she breathed, loosening up her shoulders and pushing back the spell. "You scared me. Quite the crowd out there."

Dimitri: knew he couldn't hide from her forever either someone pushing them together or him just being unable to stay away any longer. He made his way backstage knowing that she probably felt a bit nervous about the whole thing wanting to give her words of comfort. But he also knew that he had to tell her about the Hit, things were adding up too perfectly for it to not have come from her world and John reminded him just how having her on their side would be better. " hello" he smiled softly nodding his head " I'm sorry that wasn't my intention, I just wanted to wish you good lucky and see if you were okay?"

ZATANNA: Her worried eyes scanned the crowd once more before looking back at Dimitri. She couldn't keep doing this. Dimitri being anywhere near her painted a target on his back. Sure, Gadreel had bargained for his and her's safety, but that was a wartime pact and Gadreel at the moment couldn't stand her. She couldn't trust that the demon princes would uphold their end of the bargain now that things had calmed down. She couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't be like John, dragging innocent people into her world only to have them die at the sword for her. "Actually, I'm not okay," she admitted. "There are several people in this crowd that want me dead by any means necessary. Dimi," she sighed, pulling him closer to the shadows and away from any potential wondering eyes. "We need to stop this. All of it."

Dimitri: He watched her scanning wondering for a brief moment if John had spilled the beans about his hit, but then again she didn't really talk to him much lately. He knew he was going to have to come clean but her words gave him pause, as she spoke he wanted nothing more then to just break down laughing at her words. She wasn't the only person people wanted dead. "I'm quite used to people wanting me dead by any means necessary. I have enemies too Zatanna" He replied softly before looking at her as she pulled him. her words felt like a stabbed to the heart, what was the point of being told to chase only for her to reject him like this? "You can't be serious? Zatanna I love you, I understand you world is dangerous just as my old world was but I don't care. To me You're worth the risk, Death comes for everyone, that is something you can't stop no matter how many spells you know love" he looked at moving his hands over her arms. "But that doesn't scare me, your world doesn't scare me, if I have to die i would much rather do it by your side."

ZATANNA: "No, Dimitri," she pulled away from him, her voice shakey and eyes full of tears. "You have enemies but not like mine," she swallowed hard, catching a glimpse of Aamon and Lucifer in the crowd. "There are worse things that can happen to a soul than just dying," she replied. The things those two were capable of doing to Dimitri not just in life but in Death were vile. "I know that you're willing to take that risk for me, but Dimi I--" her breath hitched as tears started rolling down her face. Smeared make up wasn't the best look for stage performances, but she couldn't hold back any longer. Her heart was breaking knowing what she had to do. "I can't take that risk. I can't take any more collateral. There's so much blood, Dimi," she looked at her hands which were shaking now. "I keep trying to wash it off but all I do is spread it. I can't do this anymore." Tearful eyes looked up at him. "I can't have you be the collateral in my war."

Dimitri: it hurt more then he care to admit at her pulling away. she'd been doing since they'd broken up that night, she'd told him to chase her only for her to still pull away from him. Part of him wondered if Mike was in his position if she'd still pull away? of course he was smart enough to know the answer to that, Michael lived in her world unlike him and she couldn't bare to let him be there any more. "You act as if my death at the hands of someone in your world is fast coming...." He replied knowing the truth to her words but he wasn't about to confirm what she was saying. He quietly moved closer taking a handkerchief drying her eyes cleaning up her makeup sighing "you've made up your mind on this no matter how much I love you and don't care about the risks you've decided my words mean nothing to you" He replied softly taking a step back not wanting to hurt you more. "You assume I'd be collateral, because I'm not an angel? or magic like Blayze or John? I have skills, and you have knowledge you could teach me how to take care of myself in your world but instead you just wish to kick me out."

ZATANNA: "It comes faster than you know," she swallowed hard. Death was literally working in her shop now. She dare not ask Az to tell her what's in store for her family; the angel wouldn't say either way. She felt herself trembling, breaking apart at Dimi's touch. Gods, she just wanted to embrace him. Hold him. She wanted to feel normal again. She wanted to have her life back, but she couldn't. She'd gone too deep this time. Pissed off the wrong people. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "I love you," she replied honestly. She did love him. She would always love him. "When I met you, I didn't expect we would become what we became. You were kind and calm and everything I needed. You were peace and I was war," she swallowed hard. "Dimi, what you've wanted our whole relationship, a family, a quiet life, you deserve that. But I--" she shook her head. "I'm not that person, Dimi. "

Dimitri: "I told you I didn't care, I've lived my life alone, I'm so tired of it Zatanna, You are one of the few people in this world I actually wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with no matter how short that may be" He replied honestly, he wanted to be with her no matter what, but if she truly wanted him out of her life how could he stop her? He could see how much his touch broken hating not being able to just pull her into his arm and tell her everything was going to be okay. To just rewind the clock and stop himself from leaving her alone to think he was scared and didn't want to be with her. He'd never felt this way before shouldn't that mean something? "If you love me why are you pushing me away? I am showing you, I love you, I've told you of my past, showed you when asked, I'm doing everything to prove to you that I was just an idiot who made a mistake" He replied knowing the tears where coming to his eyes, "I can still be your peace, I don't care what you do, and I'd never ask you to stop or force you to explain it to me Zatanna. I just want you" He replied honestly shaking his head "I can't have a quiet life, Maybe its what I thought I wanted but in truth I liked the world you showed me, it was dangerous and exciting and everything that made me feel normal. I don't need a white picnic fence home Zee, I don't need children if you don't want them. What I want....What I truly want is you" he replied sighing "I want you telling me some story about how this spell book acts as a jail for the worlds worse magician, I want to wake up with you there sleeping peacefully before you wake up for work. I want John, Blayze, hell even Michael over for dinners while you all chat about your latest issues. To me that is my normal...and I don't want it to stop being my normal"

ZATANNA: "You might not care, but I do," she breathed. How could he not see the death and destruction that followed her? When it wasn't John or the Archangels dragging her into danger, it was the Justice League. Zatanna couldn't blame any of them. They always gave her the option to turn it down and run, but that wasn't the kind of person she was. Maybe Bruce had it right all along. There was a point to keeping secret identities and Zatanna's identity was far from secret. Her enemies knew her and everyone she was connected to. "Loving you and knowing I will lose you to this world, it's not even a matter of if but a matter of when, scares me more than anything, Dimi," she replied honestly. "I can't do this. You cannot be my peace if I'm worried that at any moment one of the princes or a warlock I've pissed off is going to come at you the moment I leave your side," she wasn't going to drag him any further into this. No matter how much training she provided, even the most experienced of warlocks stood very little chance against an Archangel or Demon Prince. There was no way of protecting him from the level of danger she'd brought upon herself. "This needs to stop, Dimitri. We can't go back to the fantasy we were living in before. It was an illusion, a beautiful and painful one. But the bubble popped and we have to let go." She heard the announcer call her name to the stage and straightened up. "I'm sorry," she replied as another tear streamed down her face. "It's over, Dimitri," she replied before turning away from him, muttering a spell to fix her make up, and walking onto the stage to the sound of thunderous applause.

Dimitri: No matter what he said she wasn't going to change her mind, it was beyond made up, maybe it had been since they called things off after the sin incident. No matter how hard he tired to tell her being with her was all he wanted nothing seemed to sway her in his favor. "How is that fair? You're standing here and making decisions for the both of us? You're life is different and dangerous but instead of giving me tools to help navigate your world you're so quick to throw me out of it. " He replied feeling more hurt then he ever had in his life, this was why he didn't let people in, it gave them too much power over people. He could feel his anger rising but what point was there in arguing she wouldn't listen she had already written him out of her life that night. She talked of living in a fantasy, it didn't feel like one to him but then what did he know of love? he'd lost his heart years ago and replaced it with blood and pain, he didn't even brother replying as she moved to put on her brave face and take the stage feeling a darkness crawl in him he'd long since kept buried. There was no purpose in hiding his true nature it only lead to more pain as he moved towards the bar, he was going to need more to drink to get their this night, especially now that his love had been once again lost.

#╰☆☆ you know the devil would be jealous of your silver tongue | replies ☆☆╮#Discord Chats #╰☆☆ no grave can hold my body down; i’ll crawl home to you | michael ☆☆╮

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JSE Ego Content

( UPDATED FRIDAY, DECEMBER 7, 2018 )

this was a post I made as an answer for my friend a while back. Here is a full info dump of everything I know so far when it comes to Seán’s ego stuff.

Please add on or send me info if you got more.

Heads up, its a long read.

Here is a mayhem2k18 master post and Here is another post describing past events too

Mayhem2018 or Mayhem2k18 is also a tag people used this year to talk about the mass ego videos Sean did back in May so there might be more posts there too that I missed!

Egopocalypse is another tag too!

So basically, back in August of 2016 we were first introduced to Marvin the Magnificent during a Jacksepticeye Power Hour. At first these videos were named different titles but Sean changed them to be the introduction videos to his characters. Marvin is a magician video and it ends with him getting frustrated with magic and ends up coloring a cat mask. Thats the only video to this day that we have of him until later in May of 2018 when we got a mask hiding in the background on Sean’s white board both on his Insta story, during the Am I Color Blind video, and on his Twitch stream. However, when someone pointed it out during the stream he went for a bathroom break and when it cut back the mask was gone. Later on in videos like First Winter it is debated if Marvin shows up in a glitch near the end of the video because people have pointed out a shot of him wearing the mask. He also seems to briefly show up in a glitch like form in Try To Fall Asleep along with Jameson Jackson (who I’ll get to in a bit). Its also debated if Marvin is actually powerful since during Sean’s tour it was asked what the egos majored in with college and he said “magicians don’t go to college but maybe literature so he can say some Shakespeare as he sends you into the mirror dimension.” But again, it is unsure. He is also suppose to have long hair as stated that Sean liked the idea of long hair Marvin over some fanart he saw and during the tour he mentioned that Marvin wanted a haircut for his birthday. The most recent we have seen him November during Sean’s tour he posted a photo of him dressed up as Marvin on his instagram story with a wig and mask a fan gave him

Next is Jackieboy Man, a superhero character who was introduced in July 2016. He has been in videos like south park for game play, however, Sean has said those videos are not canon. It also seems like he shows up in Ninja Sex Party’s music video Cool Patrol and some fans think this is Jackie’s back story but that has yet to be confirmed so it is mostly a fun thing. There is sadly nothing of major or hints of him except for an occasional “Where is Jackieboy Man when you need him?” from Sean during the summer of this year. We don’t know much about him at all he is in a similar boat as Marvin.

Next is Henrik von Schneeplestein or Doctor Schneepletein. He is a doctor character we first saw in September of 2016. When it comes to medical videos like Bio Inc he shows up. He is a German doctor who has a family but there seems to be some issues with that as it was briefly mentioned in his first appearance. In August of 2017, Kill Jacksepticeye was posted and it involves him, Jack, and Antisepticeye. After the events of what seems to be Say Goodbye, Jack is dying and Henrik doesn’t want to lose him again. Henrik is good friends with Jack along with Chase Brody and has saved him before and got Chase help (who I will get to soon). Slowly during that video, Henrik begins to be taken over by Anti. He starts to laugh manically, tries to “hang” himself with his own headphone cords, each time he says antidepressants the word Anti is emphasized and glitches / echoes sounding. More glitches occur on screen both to Henrik as his eye bleeds, voice changes, and begins to beg for us (the viewer) to please help him, “I need your help! Save Jack Anti “. It ends with Jack dying and Henrik crying out for his friend and it cuts to black. Then Anti appears. Since then, it was months since anyone has heard of Henrik till Sean uploaded a postcard saying Wish You Were here with a beach that can be found in Germany. Then the start of Mayhem 2018 happens with The Doctor is Back . Its a doctor game but “Doctor Jacksepticeye” plays it but the video ends with Henrik opening the door and Jack seeing him asking “Who are you?” and Henrik being angry saying “I am the good doctor and that is MY chair!” and it ending there. Since then we haven’t heard or seen Henrik.

Chase Brody we were introduced to in April of 2017. He is a dad who runs a Dude Perfect like parody channel called Bro Average. He seems like a happy fun dad who is energetic and kind of like a “suh dude” kind of guy. Later in his video we see he is having family issues with his wife and she is taking their kids away from him. It cuts to him sitting down on the phone talking to Stacy, his wife, back to him doing trick shots and playing with nerf guns and a puppet named Chad, then back to him sitting down asking her to “please just let me see the kids”. He briefly gets on the phone with one of his children saying “hi sweetie, daddy loves you “ but getting cut off and him crying (comedically but still). It then cuts to him being passive aggressively angry but still smiling and doing tricks. It ends with him putting a nerf gun to his head and pretending to shoot himself and falls to the ground. However he gets up and is fine at the very end. The next video we hear from his is Stories Untold, at the end of the video we hear him calling out to his friend Jack saying “Jack! Jack! This is Chase…you need to wake up” with the morse code saying “Where Am I”. The know for sure we see him in is May 2018 with TIE, a game about depression. This slowly grows from Jack playing and cuts to him being in Chase’s shirt explaining how his friend is in a coma and how things have been rough for him and he wishes things could go back to how they were “Back to when I was happy. When I had people in my life”. It is also revealed that this whole time we have been watching Chase take over the channel for Jack since he is in a coma. It then cuts to a live action bit with Chase sitting in a dark candle lit room, sitting alone, face hidden as he drinks many cups whiskey and looks at and old photo (assumed to be his family) and cries. He then walks off leaving his hat on the table and the video ending there. The next video, as confirmed by Robin (Sean’s friend and editor), was Dark Silence. At the end of the video we see Chase walking around his house with a lighter hearing children’s screams and cries. He walks up the stairs and the whole hallway turns red. Standing in front of him is Anti with his back turned and then slowly turning around. Chase screams out “Where are they?! What do you want from me?!” as Anti walks towards him in a new glitchy way and the video cuts to black. The only recent theory of him being in a recent video was 60 Parsecs with the mentions of Stacy. Sean is also the most excited to go deeper into Chase’s character as talked about recently this year. He was also mentioned in The Watson Scott Test video with the “wake up Ja-” “Ch@se” and face camera glitches.

Jameson Jackson is the newest character of his and was introduced in Halloween of 2017. He is a silent film type of character that you would see in old 1920s films with the dialogue appearing on title slides. It starts off with Jack giving his intro and it fading / cutting to him dressed as Jameson or JJ. The video is cheery for the most part and he is carving pumpkins but later on it spirals when he slips and cuts his hand with a knife and is in pain. Anti once again shows up and seems to have possessed him as he makes neck slicing gestures to JJ’s neck, slides saying “watching” “puppets” “smile” “still here”, holding up the knife used to carve the pumpkin, laughing, and music takes an eery turn. He removes JJ’s mustache while grinning but also cuts back to JJ still having. But then it stops and JJ seems fine and cheery then the video ends with an outro too. As mentioned, he then seems to be in Try To Fall Asleep with Marvin back in May of this year. The next video we have any word of him was Akinator when Sean tried to see if the game would guess JJ. Here we got that JJ is British, but also didn’t get many answers to things such as “is your character a puppet”. Along with glitches in that video too and it ending on a note with Jack screaming into a dark, static, broken septiceye sam tank outro screen. There is also apparently Anti’s laugh at the end too. Its also seems that JJ is mute or has no voice again as stated that for his birthday Jameson wants a voice

AAAANNND for the glitch himself, Antisepticeye. First video back in October 10th of 2016. The concept of Anti has been around awhile, some calling him darksepticeye, but this was the first time Sean actually started to have fun and turn him into a character. During October of 2016 there were many Anti videos in places people today, and even during the time, didn’t think he would be. [playlist of all October 2016 Anti videos and a few 2017 vids ] However, the major appearance we see him in was Say Goodbye where Jack carves pumpkins and things slowly start being strange like giggling, camera glitches, Jack’s nose bleeding, him hearing footsteps and noises in his house. It escalates where Jack looks dead in the camera and with a shakey hand, slices his neck with a knife and falls dead into the pumpkin. Anti then gains control of Jack’s body and laughs as he reaches out to the camera and it cuts to black with a distant “HELP ME!” yell coming from Jack. It fades to Anti laughing, waving his knife at us and himself as he talks about how Jack is gone forever with it ending “say goodbye”. He then shows up again for a Pax panel opening video in March 2017 called Always Watching. Again, its Jack talking to the people at the panel and the screen starts to glitch and Anti shows up again saying that “he is always there. always watching” till it ends saying “enjoy the show”. This was more of a fun Pax intro than anything but its still an Anti appearance. August of 2017, Kill Jacksepticeye is when we see him in video next but before that Jack had left pictures and other things leading up to his appearance so we were all on edge. But then again, this is nothing new. Once the screen fades to Anti he says “Who do you think you’ve been watching this entire time? My puppets” and “I wonder what will happen to your favorite boy next time?” meaning, all the other characters are in control of Anti and are his “puppets” and our favorite can die next time we see them again. Next video he is in is Jameson Jackson’s in October 2017 and then Overnight Watch in December 2017. This happened during Jacksepticeye’s Holiday Special charity live stream but Sean pokes fun and denies this ever happened (even though it infact did). From then on we didn’t hear from Anti until May of this year with his full body and completely different appearance in Dark Silence. Leading up to this, its important to note that the colors red & blue are shown throughout mayhem like an indication that yes, this is an ego video. Since before that, Jack(or Chase) wakes up from a nightmare with whispers saying “I remember what he did to me” at the end of Stories Untold and seem to go together due to the noises. Not too long after Dark Silence, Exiles was uploaded and it has an abrupt Jack showing up on screen confused as to where he is until he finds out he is in the hospital. It ends abruptly with Jack staring blank in the camera, his eyes and mouth opened and gasping for air as blood runs down his eyes with whispers saying “you did this its all your fault” and the ending screen is Sam covered in red light playing in reverse while a siren goes off and some think its an evacuation or warning siren . Shortly after that First Winter is uploaded and close to the middle of the playthrough it shows a dead Jack looking at the camera with blood still running down his face along with a door opening. There was also added Anti bits in the audio that some believe he is saying “Let me out ” along with other things that were not part of the game audio. Close to the end of the game, Jack expresses how “he has never been happier to be home” when even more Anti glitches happen and it seems like a body is walking behind him. Now the most recent Anti appearances are from Transference of September 21st, 2018 . The first video there was nothing (from what I know of) but the second video there are plenty of hidden Dark Silence Anti moments that are VERY hard to spot the first time viewing. He was then brought back with Three Scary Games 1 Video. There are Many glitches that happened in face camera and an eerily similar pitched voice is spoken. There was also a glitch transition in Four Scary Games 1 Video. He was also mentioned in The Watson Scott Test video with the face camera glitches and as mentioned the text of the game being manipulated (thanks Robin). The Next Anti video is from December 1st with Umfend (also titles Time Is Broken..subtle) it has glitches once again and with a very ominous “Do you remember?”. The most recent, December 7th 2018 is where at the end of Sally Face Chapter 4 part 1 with the Sam ending screen being completely glitched out and having distorted audio (also wanting us to watch to the end)

Some other mentions are:

Sean changing the FNAF Sister Location video titles back in August of 2018 and how the description has been this from the start

Sean changing his twitter header to Anti after Dark Silence

Some skeptical connections with Chase and some other Power Hours

Sean possibly hinting the First Winter video since the first Stories Untold video. He has done date hinting in thumbnails in the past.

Comparisons to Anti now and other Anti videos

Sean reblogged this post with Chase and Anti involving Dark Silence

There is also connections with Jack’s fears and Anti where Sean talked about his fears during the Visage play through

Sean has also said that we have missed some things in his videos before and that alone is enough to make me want to commit perish

There was no major video of Antisepticeye on Halloween 2018 or another Jameson Jackson video

Sean does want to make more ego content and is excited about it. He talked about it during a Reading Your Comments video late November of 2018

SO OVERALL

#.txt #long post #jacksepticeye #i THINK thats a good summary of things for now #there are smaller bits here and there i missed yeah but i just wanted to keep for the most part major like stuff

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fixxofvixx · 7 years

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HEALING RAVI - CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Hello my darlings!!!! I wanted to have this out earlier to celebrate the Whisper release but it just didn’t happen 😣😣

Well…at least its still the same day in the states right now…

I hope you enjoy the chapter!

As always, feedback is appreciated. And just saying hi is always welcomed. I lobe hearing from you guys.

Here we go!

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JiYoon awoke to warm puff of air close to her ear. It only took her a moment to remember where she was. Taking in her surroundings, she could feel a warm arm wrapped securely around her torso. She had ended up on her back at some point during the night and Wonshik had taken it upon himself to curl around her.

Oddly, she felt content. Being in his arms brought a strange feeling to her heart. She didn’t know much about loving someone. But, if this is what it felt like, she was all for it.

She turned slightly and snuggled into his chest. Instinctively, his arm tightened around her, bringing her body against his.

Once again, JiYoon drifted off to sleep in the arms of a man she’d never even dreamed she would have the fortune to know.

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The next time JiYoon woke was to the feeling of soft lips on her cheek. The arm that was wrapped around her waist grew tighter. Feathery kisses traveled over her skin until she could do nothing but giggle.

She opened her eyes and met soft blue ones. He said nothing. He simply smiled at her. Before she could even whisper good morning, his lips descended upon hers. Of course, she didn’t protest but her oxygen was quickly diminishing. She pulled away from him and a tiny growl filled the room.

“I’m sorry, but, I need to breathe.”

“Why? Do I take your breath away?”

His own joke seemed to be too much for even him and he collapsed into a fit of laughter. He hid his face in the crook of her neck and sighed.

“How do you feel? Are you in any pain?” His voice was muffled due to the fact that it was buried against the skin of her neck.

“I’m just a bit sore. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Do you want some more tylenol or something?” His head rose quickly at the mention of her slight discomfort. She couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m okay. What time is it? Don’t you have to go to practice?”

“Practice was postponed because of what happened. Its still early, though. Around 8 or so.”

“Oh, thats good then.” She snuggled further into his arms and he chuckled.

“I take it you want to stay here?” His hand came up to run his fingers through her hair.

“Hmm, can we? Your bed is comfy.”

“You just want to stay here just because my bed is comfortable? There’s nothing else?”

“Well….I supposed it doesn’t hurt to have a big, warm, fluffy…..pillow either.” She smiled as she adjusted the pillow behind her head.

“Oh, really? Well, then, I’ll just leave you and your pillow alone then.” He started to move but JiYoon latched onto his arm quickly.

“Wait!”

“Yes?” His lips turned up in a smirk as he waited for her to proclaim that she needed him as well.

“If you’re getting up, can I have your pillow too then?”

Red slowly creeped into his eyes as a low growl came from his chest. He crawled towards her and hovered, his hands on either side of her head.

“Are you sure that’s all you want?”

He lowered himself slowly to give her time to adjust to his advances but to his surprise, her heart beat was not increasing due to fear. She was excited. The thought gave him hope.

“Well, I suppose if you wanted to stay here too, you could. I mean, this is the only bed.” JiYoon looked up at Wonshik, fascinated. His playfulness was making her giddy. Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned up and kissed him. It was just a short kiss but the look of pure joy on his face would be forever etched into her heart.

“What was that for?”

She just shrugged her shoulders and smiled. She could feel her cheeks heating up. And the way he was looking at her didn’t help.

He closed the gap between their faces slowly. The red in his eyes faded to their natural beautiful blue. The blue that calmed her heart and chased away all of the demons in her head.

His lips slanted over hers in a gentle rhythm that had her heart beating double time. He was always gentle with her. As if she were a doe ready to bolt at the first quick movement. If fit, she supposed. He was, after all, a wolf. She curled her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

He hadn’t expected the move and ended up with his body flush over hers. He listened for tell-tale signs of fear, but he heard none. His lips broke apart from hers and began traveling. Placing the majority of his weight on his elbows, he lowered his head to attach his lips to her neck, right above where he could feel her pulse escalating. She buried her fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck and welcomed the feeling he was giving her. Her breath hitched as she felt his teeth lightly graze her skin as he moved to her shoulder. She was on fire everywhere his lips touched. He moved back towards her lips as his hand slid to her back and snuck under her shirt.

Almost instantly, JiYoon jumped and cried out.

“Wait!”

Wonshik immediately removed himself from her and backed up until he seated at the edge the bed.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I-I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry.” He buried his face in his hands and took a shakey breath. JiYoon regretted jumping like she did and felt that she owed him an explanation. She sat up and leaned towards him.

“It’s okay, Wonshik. You didn’t scare me.” She reached forward and pulled his hands away from his face. Her heart broke at the look of pure sorrow on his features. She sighed and started over. She scooted closer to him and held his hands in hers.

“You didn’t scare me. There are….some things that I haven’t shared with you yet.” She had to take a deep breath before she could speak again. “I freaked out because I didn’t want you to feel the scars on my back.”

She paused as she waited for his response.

“S-scars?”

“Yeah. I have…quite a few and I wasn’t sure how to tell you and I didn’t want you to be grossed out by them.” She peeked up at his face and found only concern.

“How did–what happened?”

“HaeJeong didn’t like it when I would fight back.” She lowered her head and tried to keep her mind from going down that rabbit hole again.

He hooked his finger under her chin and brought her face up to his. He leaned forward and settled his eyes on hers. She was thankful for his hypnotic ability to calm her and she smiled slightly.

“You are perfect. Your body is perfect to me. I don’t have to see all of it to know that. Because behind that beautiful skin is an even more beautiful heart. That is what matters to me. Sometimes we accumulate scars on our body because it has to protect the heart underneath, like a knight’s armor. You have been through hell and yet you chose to trust again. You chose not to close yourself off and put your trust in a goofy, overgrown wolf. Nothing on your body could make me turn away from you. Those are simpy battle scars that you endured to protect what was pure underneath.”

Tears streamed down her face by the time he was done. She kept trying to wipe them off but even more came tumbling down right after.

“Don’t cry, love. I want to you smile.”

“I don’t deserve you. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one.”

He reached over and wiped away some of the tears that had escaped her eyes.

“If you want to tell me anything else, I’m always listening. No matter what it is.”

She knew he would patiently listen to whatever she had to say. She wondered if she let everything out, then maybe she would be free from her demons.

“A-are you sure you want to hear it all?”

“If that’s what you want. I’m all ears.”

She settled herself against the wall and took a deep breath.

“What do you know about the Underground Hybrid Market?”

#vixx #vixx fic #vixx scenario #wonshik #ravi #ravi fic #wonshik fic #wonshik hybrid #ravi hybrid

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whereiputtheotherstuff · 7 years

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Thank you rorobarber for the prompt: “I’m never letting you go …not again”

(Gif not mine but writing is)

Separated

You sat on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the shade of a tree, frantically sketching in a small leather-bound book that you always carried. It was a beautiful spring day, the smell of grass filled the air and birds sang in the distance. It was nice to be among nature, away from the dusty classrooms and bickering schoolmates.

You looked up from your book as the nearby birds fell silent, a smile appearing on your face. “Newt I know that you’re there.” you said in a proud voice. Not to be deterred, Newt took silent and lengthy strides. He leapt out from behind the tree and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hugging you. Meanwhile making a sort of low snorting sound, causing you to giggle. “And that is how Murtlap introduce themselves to each other.” he said enthusiastically, releasing you from the hug and sitting down beside you. Both of you laughing.

Newt was a guy covered in freckles, he had bright green eyes, sometimes partially hidden by his messy reddish brown hair. He wore a Hufflepuff jumper in addition to the rest of his school robes. Both of you had been friends since you started your years at Hogwarts. It helped that you shared an interest in magical creatures. You’d grown even closer this year, becoming nearly inseparable. It was a running joke that one of your professors, Albus Dumbledore would playfully ask ‘Where is the other one?’ when one of you saw him. The pair of you had been close friends for so long that you could not imagine your life without him by your side.

“What have you been drawing?” Newt asked as he sat on the grass opposite, so he was facing you. “The gryphon that we were shown during our lesson this morning.” you say showing him the page in your sketchbook. You were always nervous showing people your drawings, so your cheeks filled with a light blush. Newt took the sketchbook and looked at the drawing. You could tell that he was studying it as his eyes were staring at it with great intensity. He was always fascinated by your drawings, they were so detailed that the creature could almost jump off of the page. “Amazing as always” he said smiling as he handed the book back to you.

“I’m planning on drawing it some more. I asked the Professor and they said that they were going to let it fly around the grounds and I could sketch it in flight. Would you like to join me? You could analyse its wing movements?“ Newt looked guiltily at the floor before admitting “That sounds great but I have got to go and help the girl that I’ve been paired with in potions class.” You had forgotten about her, her name began with an L but you could not remember what it was, she was very pretty and always made you feel inadequate. You looked at him suspiciously, with sadness in your eyes. “It’s not like that… I’ll get back as soon as I can. Do you really think that I am going to miss watching a gryphon in flight?” he said with a reassuring smile.

“That reminds me.” he said shrugging off the subject. “You know that your birthday is coming up… Well… I wanted to give you one of your gifts early.” he said very nervously running his fingers through his messy curls. “Newt you are too kind! You don’t have to get me anything.” you say in surprise. He shuffled forward so he was closer to you. “Are you ready?” he asked in a nervous, shakey voice. Judging by the way that he said that you were tempted to ask if he was ready. Instead you nodded in anticipation, not sure what he was going to give you. He hesitated for a few seconds, unsure of himself. Slowly he leant forward and tenderly kissed your cheek. It caught you by surprise but it felt completely right, like it was something that you did not realise was missing until you had it. Feelings that you thought you started to have for him, he reciprocated. As he pulled away both of your faces flushed red with wide smiles that mirrored each other. Before you could say anything he stood up and left, heading towards the potions class. “Thank you.” you yelled and he waved goodbye. You brought your hand up to your face. Your fingertips touching where Newt’s lips had been. A perfect moment forever etched in your memory.

He did not return all afternoon, which was odd. It wasn’t like him to disappear like this. Something strange was going on, you could feel it. The teachers appeared to be on edge, like they were trying to cover something up. You began to search for Newt but you could not find him anywhere. As a last resort you walk towards Professor Dumbledore’s room, the door was shut. You could hear familiar voices inside. “You know that Scamander did not do this. He’s just taking the blame.” said the distinctive voice of Dumbledore. “Albus, this is very serious and you know that I have to act accordingly. Despite what you think. I’m afraid I am going to have to expel him.” said the head of the school in a guilt ridden voice. You place your hand over your mouth to muffle a gasp. Unable to believe what you were hearing.

“Can I at least say goodbye to (Y/N)? I have to say goodbye to her. Please?” pleaded Newt his voice cracking with emotion. “I’ll go without a fuss. Just let me say goodbye to her.” As you began to digest what was happening and to hear the hurt in Newt’s voice, tears started to fill your eyes and roll down your cheeks. “Newton, rules are rules. I’m sorry, truly I am but I cannot let you say goodbye. Your belongings have already left the school and I regret to say that you must now do the same immediately.” the head said in a serious authoritative tone.

You could hear the door open at the other side of the room that lead to the school grounds and the shuffling of feet. You weren’t sure if you could make it but you had to try. Turning on your heels you started to run through the school corridors, pushing past all of the fellow students the lined the hallways. Tears streaming down your face. Speedily making it onto the school grounds. “Newt!” you called. You needed to see him one last time. “Newt!” you yelled again aimlessly. It was too late, he was gone.

The rest of your time at Hogwarts was lonely. Dumbledore suggested that you tried to make new friends and enjoy the rest of your time there to the fullest, though he understood your loss. You did try to make friends but it wasn’t the same so instead you invested all of your time in your studies. Occasionally you would look at the small photograph of Newt with his arm around your shoulder as the two of you laughed, a photo that you both had a copy of. Thinking about how hard he would want you to try your best and learn as much as you could. You continued to develop your knowledge of magical creatures. Sketching them when you could, though you no longer showed your drawings to anyone. You finished school at the top of all your classes with outstanding grades.

End of year celebrations were well underway. You stood by a pillar in one of the many corridors of Hogwarts, watching schoolmates praising each other for getting through school. You started to reflect on your own achievements, somehow the brilliant green eyed Hufflepuff could not escape your mind. “(Y/N)” said a familiar voice as he walked over. “Professor Dumbledore” you said whilst wiping a tear from your eye and faking a smile. “Congratulations on your exam results, they were extraordinary. You really are the brightest witch of your age.” he said smiling. “Thank you…” you said trying to sound cheerful, not able to meet his gaze. “… Newt should be here.” your voice breaking slightly. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes.

“(Y/N) there’s something you need to see.” he said leading you into his classroom. “On the day that Newt was expelled he left something for you. He made me promise to give it to you on your very last day at Hogwarts, so you could focus on your studies and get the best possible grades you could.” You stood there in shock and confusion as Dumbledore opened a drawer in his desk and walked back over to you. He placed an envelope in your hand, it had remained unopened all this time. “I’ll give you some privacy. Besides I heard that there is some laced punch in the great hall.” Dumbledore said as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

You stared at the envelope in disbelief for a moment until you opened it with trembling fingers. Carefully you unfolded the letter that was inside and began to read it.

Dearest (Y/N), I cannot begin to apologise enough to express just how sorry I am. I promised that I’ll always be there but something unpredictable happened and got in the way. The poorest timing I know. I always hope we will meet again someday soon. Believe me that you will be forever in my thoughts. Yours faithfully Newt

You placed the letter gently to your lips, the paper still smelt of him. The classroom door squeakily opened but this went unnoticed by you. Lowering the letter you look at it once more, studying his scrawl, tears slowly falling. “He works for the Ministry now… If you wanted to reply to him.” Dumbledore said. Your face lit up.

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Newt looked around his office at the Ministry with boredom. Paperwork piled high on his desk. Silently wondering if it all really needed to be filed today and resisting the urge to throw it all onto the floor. He suddenly snapped out of his dazed state as his chest was tickled by small pointed fingers that rummaged around in his coat pocket. The sensation made him chuckle. “Pickett, what did I tell you about looking through other people’s belongings?” he whispered. A small creature that resembled a twig with leaves appeared from his pocket holding something. “Now what have you found?” Newt asked taking the object from the bowtruckle. He looked at it, his heart skipping a beat. It was the small photograph of Newt with his arm around your shoulder as the two of you laughed. A smile spread on Newt’s face, despite his eyes getting red and watery. Pickett made some small squeaky noises as he pointed towards your face in the photograph. “Her? She is one of the rarest creatures of all.” Newt said fondly. He proceeding to tell his little leafy friend tales about you and his days at Hogwarts. The adventures the two of you had and the things you both learnt during his time at school.

Telling these stories had made the hours go quickly. It was only when Pickett scurried back into his pocket as someone approached, Newt was reminded of where he was. “Hey Scamander. This was in the post bag, looks like it has been in there a while.” said a coworker as he handed Newt a letter and then walked out. Turning the paper in his hand, he stared at it with great interest. The ink on the envelope was smudged slightly. Opening the envelope eagerly, he looked at the letter inside. The edges of it were covered with various doodles of magical creatures. A wide smile crept onto his face. He knew exactly who this was from.

Dearest Newt, Firstly I apologise for not writing to you immediately, I needed a month after school to compose this letter properly. Dumbledore was true to his word and gave me your letter on the last day of school and it was the most welcome surprise. I am proud to say that I achieved the highest test scores in all of my classes. However school was definitely not the same for me after you left. Trust me, not a day has gone by where I have not thought of you and missed you terribly. Congratulations on your job, it must be amazing working somewhere so esteemed. I have applied for several positions at the Ministry against my parent’s wishes. They want me to work close to home, you know how my family are. But I still live in hope that I may be offered a position so we can perhaps meet again. There is potentially a storm hitting here in the next few days but I am sending my most trusted owl to deliver this and I hope that this letter reaches you speedily. Unsurprisingly still at my family home address. (Y/N)

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You sat on your bed in your family home gazing out of the window. Sketching the view outside on a loose piece of paper. As the phonograph hummed your favourite tune. You had not been doing much since leaving Hogwarts. You worked in an office job. It was local but not really what you wanted to do, because of this you still applied for jobs. You managed to make money from selling your drawings on the side. “Mails here” your Mum said as she opened your bedroom door and handed you a letter. “There’s a Ministry stamp on the envelope. You had better not applied for anymore jobs there. Especially after our little talk.” she said suspiciously. You laughed shaking your head as she left the room. Noticing the scrawl on the envelope, your heart began to beat faster as you realised who the sender of the letter was.

Dearest (Y/N), Apologies for making you wait so long for a reply. The storm must have obstructed your bird as it was almost a year until I had received your letter. Congratulations on your exam results, I am so proud of you. Working for the Ministry is definitely not as exciting as you are making it sound. However it has given me the freedom to persue my interest in magical creatures. One example is a bowtruckle that I have named Pickett. He is ever so friendly, though I think he has some attachment issues as he now resides in my coat pocket. I have inclosed a sketch I made of him. Though it is nothing compared to your drawing skills. Through work I have been given an unimaginable opportunity. I have been commissioned to write a book on magical creatures of the world. I don’t know where I will be going on my travels, or how dangerous a venture it will be but it’s the chance to study the creatures I adore. However this will make future contact between the both of us more difficult, which pains me greatly as I think of you daily. I will try my best to write in the future but I cannot guarantee when my next letter shall be or where you can address your next letter to. Missing you greatly Newt

The letter had left you with a mixture of emotions. Finally you had a reply but it could be the last letter you receive from him. His new profession sounded like an amazing adventure. You look at the additional piece of paper. On it was a sketch of a bowtruckle which was labelled with various facts and observations of the creature. The drawing was not as bad as he was making it out to be. You gazed at it fondly, you could see the concentration he had whilst making it. Continuing to look at the drawing you leant the back of your head on the pillow on your bed and smiled.

Three months later

You had taken a day off from work to give yourself a much needed break. Grabbing your sketchbook you decided to go to the nearest forest where you could relax among the nature that you missed so much. Perhaps there would be a magical creature you could sketch, just like during your school days. You wondered through the trees until you reached a clearing. The sun was shining and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. It was completely peaceful. Something caught the corner of your eye as it walked in front of you. A female deer that began to graze on the luscious grass. It wasn’t a magical creature but would still be fun to draw. You began to sketch it whilst you could. You could hear small squeaky noises in the distance, it was something that you had never heard before. Instead of investigating its source you decide to continue drawing your picture. You heard the odd squeaking again but now it was accompanied by a low voice. You could hear the phrase “I don’t believe it” but the rest was a mumble. The deer that you were drawing was now spooked as it looked up and ran away. You quickly put your sketchbook in your bag as the forest fell silent again.

“(Y/N)” said a voice behind you. Suddenly your heart was in your mouth. Slowly you turned around. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. It was a man covered in freckles, his green eyes stared lovingly into yours despite being partially covered by his reddish brown hair. He wore a long dark blue coat, brown waistcoat, light shirt with a dark bow tie and trousers. A faded Hufflepuff scarf hung from his neck. “I have finally found you.” he said. Quickly he hugged you whilst planting kisses all over your face before releasing you from the hug, causing you both to blush. You were completely overwhelmed with emotion. A wide grin spread across your face, which he quickly mirrored as happy tears began to fall down your cheeks. Grabbing a rag from his pocket he gently wiped away your tears. As he moved his hand away you grabbed onto it, feeling his coarse fingers and the soft fabric of his sleeve. “N-Newt? Is this real? Because I don’t want lose you a second time.” you asked in disbelief. The truth was that both of you saw the other every night in your dreams. So you could not be sure that this was reality. He chuckled whilst nodding in reply.

Excitedly Newt wrapped his arms around you, scooping you into a hug once more. You buried your face into his chest, enjoying his touch. “Don’t worry (Y/N). I’m never letting you go… not again.” he said whilst placing a kiss on the top of your head.

#newt scamander #newt scamander imagine #newt scamander x reader #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fanfic

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JSE Ego Content

( UPDATED FRIDAY, DECEMBER 7, 2018 )

( UPDATE SATURDAY, JANUARY 26, 2019 )

this was a post I made as an answer for my friend a while back. Here is a full info dump of everything I know so far when it comes to Seán’s ego stuff.

Please add on or send me info if you got more.

Heads up, its a long read.

Here is a mayhem2k18 master post and Here is another post describing past events too

Mayhem2018 or Mayhem2k18 is also a tag people used this year to talk about the mass ego videos Sean did back in May so there might be more posts there too that I missed!

Egopocalypse is another tag too!

So basically, back in August of 2016 we were first introduced to Marvin the Magnificent during a Jacksepticeye Power Hour. At first these videos were named different titles but Sean changed them to be the introduction videos to his characters. Marvin is a magician video and it ends with him getting frustrated with magic and ends up coloring a cat mask. Thats the only video to this day that we have of him until later in May of 2018 when we got a mask hiding in the background on Sean’s white board both on his Insta story, during the Am I Color Blind video, and on his Twitch stream. He also seems to briefly show up in a glitch like form in Try To Fall Asleep along with Jameson Jackson (who I’ll get to in a bit). Its also debated if Marvin is actually powerful since during Sean’s tour it was asked what the egos majored in with college and he said“magicians don’t go to college but maybe literature so he can say some Shakespeare as he sends you into the mirror dimension.” But again, it is unsure. He is also suppose to have long hair as stated that Sean liked the idea of long hair Marvin over some fanart he saw and during the tour he mentioned that Marvin wanted a haircut for his birthday. The most recent we have seen him November during Sean’s tour he posted a photo of him dressed up as Marvin on his instagram story with a wig and mask a fan gave him. January 15th we see Sean wearing the Marvin Mask for a second during his Where Are My Flamingo Shorts video calling it “this thing!”

Next is Jackieboy Man, a superhero character who was introduced in July 2016. He has been in videos like the South Park game play, however, Sean has said those videos are not canon. It also seems like he shows up in Ninja Sex Party’s music video Cool Patrol and some fans think this is Jackie’s back story but that has yet to be confirmed so it is mostly a fun thing. There is sadly nothing of major or hints of him except for an occasional “Where is Jackieboy Man when you need him?” from Sean during the summer of 2018. We don’t know much about him at all he is in a similar boat as Marvin.

August of 2017, Kill Jacksepticeye is when we see him in video next but before that Jack had left pictures and other things leading up to his appearance so we were all on edge. But then again, this is nothing new. Once the screen fades to Anti he says “Who do you think you’ve been watching this entire time? My puppets” and “I wonder what will happen to your favorite boy next time?” meaning, all the other characters are in control of Anti and are his “puppets” and our favorite can die next time we see them again. Next video he is in is Jameson Jackson’s in October 2017 and then Overnight Watch in December 2017. This happened during Jacksepticeye’s Holiday Special charity live stream but Sean pokes fun and denies this ever happened (even though it infact did).

From then on we didn’t hear from Anti until May of this year with his full body and completely different appearance in Dark Silence. Leading up to this, its important to note that the colors red & blue are shown throughout mayhem like an indication that yes, this is an ego video. Since before that, Jack(or Chase) wakes up from a nightmare with whispers saying “I remember what he did to me” at the end of Stories Untold and seem to go together due to the noises. Not too long after Dark Silence, Exiles was uploaded and it has an abrupt Jack showing up on screen confused as to where he is until he finds out he is in the hospital. It ends abruptly with Jack staring blank in the camera, his eyes and mouth opened and gasping for air as blood runs down his eyes with whispers saying “you did this its all your fault” and the ending screen is Sam covered in red light playing in reverse while a siren goes off and some think its an evacuation or warning siren . Shortly after that First Winter is uploaded and close to the middle of the playthrough it shows a dead Jack looking at the camera with blood still running down his face along with a door opening. There was also added Anti bits in the audio that some believe he is saying “Let me out ” along with other things that were not part of the game audio. Close to the end of the game, Jack expresses how “he has never been happier to be home” when even more Anti glitches happen and it seems like a body is walking behind him.

Now the most recent Anti appearances are from Transference of September 21st, 2018 . The first video there was nothing (from what I know of) but the second video there are plenty of hidden Dark Silence Anti moments that are VERY hard to spot the first time viewing. He was then brought back with Three Scary Games 1 Video. There are Many glitches that happened in face camera and an eerily similar pitched voice is spoken. There was also a glitch transition in Four Scary Games 1 Video. He was also mentioned in The Watson Scott Test video with the face camera glitches and as mentioned the text of the game being manipulated (thanks Robin). The Next Anti video is from December 1st with Umfend (also titles Time Is Broken..subtle) it has glitches once again and with a very ominous “Do you remember?”. The most recent, December 7th 2018 is where at the end of Sally Face Chapter 4 part 1 with the Sam ending screen being completely glitched out and having distorted audio (also wanting us to watch to the end). December 15th is when we see him again on the anniversary of Overnight Watch on Sean’s Instagram with this photo and this video. We then see him again Quit The Game To Win on December 16, 2018 with him staring into the camera and twitching one eye . December 18, 2018 we then get this thumbnail of a Simulacra video .

Some other mentions are:

Sean changing the FNAF Sister Location video titles back in August of 2018 and how the description has been this from the start

Sean changing his twitter header to Anti after Dark Silence

Some skeptical connections with Chase and some other Power Hours

Sean possibly hinting the First Winter video since the first Stories Untold video. He has done date hinting in thumbnails in the past.

Some comparisons to Anti now and other Anti videos

Reverse Audio saying “ I will return when you least expect it “ from Eggs For Bart, leaving people to think its an Anti related thing

Sean reblogged this post with Chase and Anti involving Dark Silence

There is also connections with Jack’s fears and Anti where Sean talked about his fears during the Visage play through

Sean has also said that we have missed some things in his videos before and that alone is enough to make me want to commit perish

There was no major video of Antisepticeye on Halloween 2018 or another Jameson Jackson video

Sean does want to make more ego content and is excited about it. He talked about it during a Reading Your Comments video late November of 2018

Sean also said that Chase has been in only one video more or less during the January live stream of 2019

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