#kinda just going through it today feeling like the universe just does not want me to play this game anymore and it sucks

[ambalambs]

Here's some pics of the goober too

[starry-bi-sky]

Hello Starry! I just had a thought about your Danyal al Ghul AU, and didn't have anyone else to share it with, so here we go:

If in this universe Bruce is Jewish, and Danny knows this(probably from a google search), he may wear a Star of David necklace to have a piece of his father with him at all times, since he knows he will never get to meet him. Or maybe the necklace sits in a box under a floorboard, because he can't stand the constant reminder of the father he'll never get to have. Maybe he observes Sam and her family celebrate Jewish holidays, or he learns how to by himself, but uses the time to mourn, instead of celebrate.

Anyways, hope all is well, and thank you for sharing your writing!

AAHHHH??? YOUR BRAIN??? Thank you!! I love sharing my writing, it soothes my need for attention lol. lmao, even. (Also how did you know i was thinking of my danyal al ghul au today -- i have an unfinished draft that i was thinking of delving into after my work meeting) also aahh!!!!!!!! im so happy that you wanted to share your thoughts with me about it <333

But dude BOTH of these ideas are soo?? GOOD and ANGSTY. I love angsty. Danny would for sure know if Bruce was Jewish, lil guy did an obsessive amount of research on his dad the moment he got his hands on a computer and figured out how they worked. Danny has like, a three inch thick folder almost on his father alone. Anything he could get his hands on, he's got it. That thickness is almost exclusively from his first like, six months in Amity Park. He keeps it in a box in his closet, along with his growing-folder on Damian and his achievements as Damian Wayne. He pages through it when he's feeling like mourning.

First off: him wearing a Star of David necklace to feel connected to Bruce. That is SO sad and I love it so much. He bought it with an allowance he'd been given when he first started living with the Fentons, he keeps it tucked under his shirt so nobody even knows he has it. Sam and Tucker don't until it slips out while he's hanging out with them and when they ask him about it, Danny very reluctantly tells them that his father is Jewish. When he's distracted, nervous, or sad, he fidgets with it. How this looks is that he looks like he's kinda rubbing his chest, like ungrasping and grasping something.

Second Off: him keeping it in a box under the floorboards. That is also so, so good. He's got it in the box along with a few other things that remind him of his father and Damian and his mother. He takes it out when he's feeling particularly lonely and homesick, it's a feeling that never really goes away even after five years of living in Amity Park. It's like a longing for something you'll never see again, but isn't that just how grief works? i can just imagine him sitting against the bed, late at night and back from patrol. He's still in his ghost form, his katana laid on the ground next to him, and his almost bird-like cape pooling down beside him as he cups the necklace in his hand like he's cradling an egg. Maybe he's bleeding from somewhere, and he's telling the necklace about patrol, murmured soft in Arabic.

When he finds out Sam is Jewish he probably, after much consideration, asks if he can observe their holidays -- after all, researching Jewish holidays only does so much. Sam agrees when he explains why, much to her parents chagrin, and he sometimes tags along. But once he gets an understanding of how they go, he starts doing it on his own. Somewhat. He celebrates with Sam for most of it, and then has some time to himself where he celebrates it on his own. So it's a little bit of both.

^^^ which brings me to thinking about my danyal snippet here where Sam is at a Wayne gala and tears into her parents over Danny in front of Bruce. And it's making me think of, with this idea in mind, Sam in a moment of emotional impulsivity, saying "I know that he wears a Star of David because his father is Jewish and he wants to be closer to him, because he loves him so very fucking much." And while saying that, briefly makes direct eye contact with Bruce as a way to tell him "I know you're his fucking dad. Look at the son you have left behind."

If only for the emotional gut punch that can leave Bruce with. 🥰

Thank you for the ask! I had a lot of fun responding to it, have a fantastic evening/day/night.

[thecherrytarot]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

pile 1 → pile 2 → pile 3

Pick the photo that you feel the most drawn to. As always, this is a general reading so take what resonates. This is a reading is between the tarot reader and your person so the 'they' here is you!

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏:

The reader would tell your person, "They are someone who is ruled by the planet pluto or have a lot of Scorpio in their chart. They have gone through a lot of transformations to be who they are today and they are very wise because of this. They are very mysterious, intelligent and highly calculated. Oh, you thought you had the upper hand ?! honey they gave you that hand, don't be a fool they are always one step ahead of you but not in a cunning way, it's just the way they are. They are like the flame of a burning candle, constantly changing and never remaining the same. Now I know this PG-friendly reading but your person is very sensual in nature and is not afraid to show the love they have for you even in public. Your physical union iykwim will be very healing for not only you but them as well, don't worry they will take care of all your needs and wants. Be careful with how you approach them and remember 'if you can't stand the heat then get out of the kitchen'. Cause being with them is not a nice walk in the park, they have problems that they know how to take care of all by themselves, are you ready to prove that you are dependable? They have experienced their share of loss and endings and now they know exactly what they want and let me tell you, they won't settle down for someone who doesn't fit their standards. They care a lot about others, it is almost as if it is their second nature. They will go out of their way to help someone but not because they are a people pleaser, they do it just because they can help. They do not expect anything in return. Why does that shock you? There are people like this world and you will be lucky enough to meet them."

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐:

the reader would tell your person, "oh my your person is already manifesting you, how sweet! They have been through so much and for some reason, they have very little support from their family and/or community, maybe they are the same gender as you?! whatever the reason they have had very little experience with real and pure love. They feel alone and may naively even go look for love in all the wrong places. Your person might even feel left out and behind by their friends, how dare they !!!! Poor soul though. I just imagined them and they are on their bed, crying to some higher being to send them someone who will love them the way deserve to be loved. Well here you are, their soulmate or should I say destiny. Oh, how silly of you both to underestimate the blessings of the universe. I won't talk much now and the universe let you meet by chance and mend the bond"

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑:

the reader would tell your person, "quite a character not gonna lie. at first, they will appear as this shy, mysterious and typical 'i don't speak unless spoken to' kinda person but oh boy, the minute you speak it is so adorable how they continue to ramble and then zone out mid-sentence. I just imagined how they will have their resting face on but the minute you go up to them and say a 'hello! what is your name?' you can see how the gears inside their head are turning. very introverted and they love reading books and no they are not your typical nerd the books they usually read are found in the adult section and yes they will ask you to recreate the 'lean on the door' pose. They enjoy their alone because they need to be alone with their thoughts, they won't mind if you are there but please do not make noise, they will kick you out <3 You love teasing them, don't you? love to see them react like that to your advances, don't worry they enjoy it a lot more than you do and miss it when away from you but they will never tell you that. They are your soulmate and a very wise one in fact, they know how life works when to be patient, and when to sacrifice for the greater good. They will help you look at life from a completely different point of view which help you a lot in life and the best part about this they will drop this life-changing advice in the middle of their rambling session. Cherish them they won't show it but they have been through a lot too."

[astolfofo]

I lowkey kinda feel like writing smth for dr ratio but take this idea for now:

Revisited the 36 questions musical (music in it is so banger my god). Imagine you're one of dr. ratio's old classmates. An academic rival if you will. You part ways with him after high school. You could not imagine going to a university with him. You pity the poor students that do.

But he does come back into your life. You've seen him occasionally at your job. YOu do your best to ignore him, treat him like you would with any other colleague that you might have known. At an arm's length. You're not friends with any of them. You certainty would not treat him with more kindness than you would with any other person. Suffice to say, although petty, you had never gotten over how he was just always just barely a mark or two above you.

That was until you realized that the distance between you two was so great, that he was now your boss. You found out he was a professor in a university through the grapevine of your coworkers who can't stop swooning over him. You tried to ignore them, focus on your work, but today, they were loudly announcing that he was going to be the manager of your department. Strange, you think to yourself. He had never seemed to have an interest in your line of work. He had always been highly theoretical. You had turn to be highly practical. He was one meant for the sciences, while you could only surmount to doing practical application. You'd have imagined he would be doing things that were beyond what the mundane could comprehend. He shouldn't be here.

But he was.

WHILE being a professor at one of the top universities. Countless accomplishments, probably a wall full of certificates and awards. You had grown not to care about things like that. But it still felt that he was invading the one thing you were good at. Still though, you wouldn't let it bother you. In the worst case, you'd switch companies, maybe move somewhere else and he wouldn't be a problem anymore.

But Dr. Ratio seems to have different ideas. Management under his hand was very different. You were immidieately promoted to the highest rank, below manager. Much to your distaste, you had told him multiple times to promote one of your coworkers. They had much better qualifications for becoming a manager than you did. But alas, your protests always came to deaf ears.

Suddenly you were crushed by work, tons of pressure, and under his scrutiny. He was a big fan of doing big, risky projects. Ones that you'd always be responsible for if you failed. You'd try to politely deny his requests, but he'd insist, threatening that you'd be fired if you didn't pull through.

At one point you had just had enough.

You coldly place your resignation onto his desk. The box of your belongings was balanced between your hand and your knees.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"My resignation. I'm leaving." You say simply. "Don't try to convince me to stay. Working under you is simply not something I am suited for."

He seems uninterested. He raises an eyebrow at you. "Is that so? I was under the impression that you were doing quite well."

You didn't know whether you wanted to laugh or scream in that second. You were sure your hair was going to turn half-white before he picked up a goddamn clue. You suppose passing out three times and looking like you had your eyes punched wasn't a strong enough indicator.

"Ah... well... I'm flattered you think that way, but I really think it's time for me to move on...."

"And your plan after this is...?"

"Oh. Maybe work at someplace else." You lie, "I have a few options I can choose from, I'll probably end up working at one of those."

Dr. Ratio looks at your face, and then looks up and down. You stand there akwardly waiting for his approval to leave. You began counting down seconds. If he wasn't going to let you leave in the next two minutes, you'd walk out the door yourself.

"Why don't we sit down and talk first? Before you leave."

What? "Oh no sir.. it's fine... really..."

"It's been a few years since we've last seen each other and talked, hasn't it? I was wondering when you were going to approach me again. It's just a shame it's in this way."

He turns around and puts the sheet of paper into the shredder. You look back at him wide-eyed, debating on whether you would just walk straight out.

"Why don't you set your things aside? Maybe put them back on your desk? It's not like you'll be leaving soon. Unless you want to retire now?"

You open your mouth preparing to yell every curse word you can at him.

"Save your insults for later. Now tell me why you pretended not to recognize me for the past year I've worked here."

[honeyhomiethings]

Crazy College Experience

[Hi! It's my first fanfic(Uploaded), so PLEASE BE NICE. I mean, roast me if needed, LOL, I hope you like it. It's a little smutty, but yeah, nice!]

word count - 2.1K

Summary - One crazy night with the Frat boy Bob, of you vomiting on his bathroom floor and drunkenly confessing your weird kinks to him, made him realize how crazy and pretty you are. Now you are fully aware of the crazy mess you both made. 

Warnings- Bad grammar, swearing, 18+, smut, Vomiting, University(yes that is a warning okay)

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The day was usual, and nothing ever happened to you. The only thing that makes your day different is the path you took today going to astrophysics class. The different path you took, there was one main reason. It was a longer path from your other class, but one thing or more like one person you wanted to see before class. Bob Floyd usually took this pathway class right after his first class; knowing this information sounded like a stalker, but it was nothing like that. Your best friend, who took the same class as him in the morning, casually saw him taking this way. As your best friend, she told you to make it today and take it this way instead of the shorter and faster way to class. And you saw him in his blue windbreaker and a grey hoodie walking your way to class. You were behind him, admiring how he walked and bopped his head to the music he was listening to. You were feeling like a stalker once you realized the way your friend was walking with you, giggling, making you snap back to reality. 

“You look like a stalker, babe.” She links her arms around yours. “Do I really? Oh shit! he's looking, walk faster now.” You both walked faster, past him and your best friend teasing you, making you blush and giggle. “Do you think he heard us? Omg, what if he did.” Your BSF smiles and says, “I kinda hope he does so that he can make a move!” You just laugh, but deep inside, you think deeply about whether he ever would ask you out. 

You finally made it to class and sat next to your friends, and you saw him walk in and smile at you. And sat in front of you and saw him take off his jacket, seeing his hoodie lift a little bit, making your thoughts go wild and stare at him for a bit too long before he just sat down as he started talking to his friends still not realizing you're still staring at him. “You know it's rude to stare.” You snap out of your crazy thoughts, looking next to you; your friend Natasha giggles as she is the one who caught you staring at the man right in front of you. Thankfully, she whispered to you, but you still think about Bob's shirt lifting up, which made you blush about the crazy thoughts in your head forming. 

The class was painfully long and tedious. What didn't help was your thoughts going in and out of the crazy and dirty thoughts you were going through about Bob, like how you just want to kiss all over the waistband of his pants, making him beg for you to touch him. Whenever he puts his hand up to ask a question, you can see the veins on his hands, making you think how it would look around your throat or deep inside of you, hitting the spots you can barely hit yourself. You tried your hardest to pay attention, but it was one of those days when you only thought of the man in front of you writing notes and talking to his friends. All thoughts suddenly disappear once your professor says the lecture ends early, putting you out of your misery. “Thank god I want to eat or sleep, made even both!” Your bsf says, and Natasha just nods, agreeing, but you get up getting your bag ready for lunch; you see the three guys in front of you smiling, and they just awkwardly cough, and one speaks, breaking the tension. “Hi, pretty girls, I’m Jake, and that's Bob. You probably know Bradley already.” the two waved. You only knew Bradley from Natasha introducing us on the first day of class, but that was it. Then Bradley spoke, grabbing our attention to him. “Well, it's Friday today, and we were wondering if you guys wanted to come to our party tonight at our frat house. If you are free, of course.” we all looked at each other and smiled, knowing we didn't have plans other than sleeping or studying for me. Natasha smiled, nodded, and said to the boys, “Of course, well, try and fit you into our hectic schedule.” Your bsf just giggled and spoke, “Yeah, of us sleeping and her studying until the sunrise, but of course, well, try and free up our schedule!” she said and pointed at me for the studying part, making me smile and nod knowing that Bob’s eyes were staring into mine making me feel flustered. 

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It was finally time for the party. You were nervous and started thinking of ways to escape this. Still, you remember telling Natasha that you would study on Sunday instead of your usual Friday night of pulling an all-nighter to study for any classes you needed to study for. At the same time, your bsf was taking anything you said as no, you are going no matter what since Bob is there. But you knew why she wanted you to be there: so she could jump and make out with Jake without you trying to leave the party early. Ultimately, you end up going. So you wore your red leather jacket and a black mini dress with red cowboy boots that you bought so long ago but never wore until now. “Wow. Babe, you need to wear more of this. Damn, Bob would definitely jump on to you seeing you like this.” You just giggled, knowing your bsf has not seen you dress nicely since you never go out unless you needed to.

You were mostly next to Natasha at the party, giving you drinks while your bsf was already upstairs getting her much-needed make-out session with Jake. She's been crazy about him, so you were just with Natasha and Bradley, who were trying to stay sober so his friends could have fun. You hadn't seen Bob once yet, and it was already the middle of the party, and you were already pretty drunk. It's probably close to the limit, but Natasha didn't realize it at first, so now she’s just giving you food and water to at least help. Honestly, it did not. You were still drunk and now ready to vomit everything, but you didn't want to ruin the fun, so you told Natasha you were going to look for your bsf. In reality, you were going to throw up. You finally saw a bathroom without people making out. You went on your knees, sat in front of the toilet seat, and let everything out, trying to move your hair out of the way but getting annoyed and almost crying. “I’m so stupid for coming when Bob isn’t even here. Fuck this stupid hair. I wanna just chop it all off!” You were talking to yourself, cursing and throwing up, realizing how stupid this was until you felt a hand wrap around your hair and a hand going up and down your back. “I’m here now. Don't worry now; just let it all out. Baby.”

You froze, realizing whose voice that was. And you look up, seeing Bob’s eyes looking at you with a soft and concerned look on his face. And you started crying and stopped vomiting, “Omg, fucking god, you are not supposed to see me like this. It's like a crazy drunk girl throwing up in someone’s random bathroom. Also, why does it smell so fucking good here?!” You drunkenly ramble on how crazy you look, not even realizing the man is wearing a brown cowboy hat, having his whole southern look on him. He just smiled, wiped your face with a face towel, and helped you get up and clean up. You look up at him, and whatever you were drinking, you call his name, and he looks at you, giving you a look that you couldn't make out what it meant. “Tell me what’s on your mind, cowgirl.” You blushed as he looked at your red cowboy boots, looked up to your eyes and smiled. You sit there quietly now, realizing what he was wearing. He was wearing a brown cowboy hat and a black shirt that hugged his figure nicely, seeing that he was starting to grow pecs and denim jeans with brown cowboy boots. All you can think about is riding him like a cowgirl with his cowboy hat on your head, screaming his name.

You finally spoke after seeing him squirm under your glaze of dirty, crazy thoughts running through your mind. “If you call me anything other than my name, I might just orgasm right here, right now. And I have so many crazy dirty thoughts, but you in that damn cowboy hat just add to so many of them.” He looks at you, mouth slightly open, wanting to say words but cannot speak. You continue standing up and walking closer to him. “I want those beautiful hands touching me all over, inside and out. I want to ride you all night long wearing that hat and screaming your name. Giving you marks all over your arms and stomach. I am doing everything in my power to show you how crazy I can be about you. Bob Floyd, I want you so badly.” you were now so near him, waiting for an answer or anything for him to do, but he just looked into your eyes, trying to see what you really felt like. He spoke almost in a whisper, “Cowgirl, please just kiss me and do everything to me. I’ve been waiting for so long, baby. I want you, and make me yours. I’ll do anything you ask for-” You stop his rambling and start kissing him and touching his arms, grabbing them to wrap around your waist and one on your ass. 

He then grabs them, massaging them, and his fingers feel so beautiful on your ass, and they tremble a little bit, making their way up your waist again. You pull away, breathing heavily, seeing how he looks, swollen lips and wild, crazy cerulean eyes looking at your lips and back to your eyes. You smiled and said, “Cowboy, just fuck me here already, please. I need you, cowboy, I really need-” Before you can finish your sentence, you feel his hands wrap around the back of your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter of the bathroom while passionately kissing you. You then started kissing and leaving small but definitely marks on his neck and small kisses on his jaw. He whispered to you, “You planned to go to my bathroom and wear the most beautiful dress for me. You are a bad baby girl, and you are all mine.” He makes quiet whimpers and moans of your name as you continue to mark him up, not caring that it would probably show. You pull away again, realizing what he said, “Wait, this bathroom is yours…Bob! I’m sorry, oh god, this is not what I thought this night would happen.” He just chuckles and quickly speaks, realizing the look on your face. “I don't mind it. I'd rather it be you than some couple making out. You look heavenly on my countertop, anyway. This is a win, so stop worrying and keep kissing me.” You smile and do what he says, making you blush and slowly go from drunk to tipsy. You felt his hands travel all around your body until they stopped at the bottom of your bra. “Please just touch me, Bob.” He smiled and kissed you again as you felt his thumb over your bra, massaging it slowly over your nipples. You moan, feeling his teasing fingers play with your sensitive blub. He then stopped all his movements, pulling away. You both looked at each other breathlessly, chest rising and falling looking at each other and you quietly spoke. “Is there something wrong? We can stop if you feel uncomfortable. I don’t mind at all-” he shushed you and began to say something to you. “As much as I wanna continue and keep kissing and touching that heavenly body of yours. But you are drunk, and I wanna take out my cowgirl first before I bring her to bed first, if that's okay with you?” You smiled, nodded, and began to speak, “Can we worry about the date tomorrow and keep kissing for now? Please, My cowboy.” And you grab his cowboy hat, grab his wrist and move him to his Bedroom. “Okay, date tomorrow at seven, wear something nice. But for now, get on the bed and ride me cowgirl.” 

You smile, and you both return to what you were originally doing, but on the bed and naked.

[the-library-of-forgotten-endings]

Ink-Stained Love is Not Ideal, Part 1: Love of the Ink-Stained Tyrant

Overblots x reader

Reader pronouns used: not applicable

Content warnings: kinda yandere OB Riddle, and reader almost gets hit by a rosebush, but no harm comes to reader, don’t worry.

“I’m not saying that I don’t want to date you, but also, I can’t date you.”

It’s absolutely not fair, in your opinion. Once an Overblot is defeated, it should stay dead, because they’re all pains in the ass that you should only have to deal with once in a lifetime.

But no, the universe decided that you hadn’t gone through nearly enough bullshit, and so through some sort of magic phenomena, brought all the Overblots back to life and chucked the lot of you into some alternate realm.

You hate it here.

But hey, at least most of the OBs (as you like to call them) are kind of pretty in a oh my god I’m terrified and shitting my pants way.

Except for OB Jamil. That beard is not it.

“What do you mean, you can’t ‘date’ me?” fumes OB Riddle. “I am the most righteous in the land! All must defer to me! Surely I am the most suitable one for you?!”

Oh, and did you mention that OB Riddle is in love with you, for some reason? God, this is really your day, isn’t it?

“No no no!” you reply nervously, feeling the ground start to shake. “It’s not like you’re not boyfriend material!”

“Then what is it?!”

You swiftly dodge a flying rosebush, and delicately touch OB Riddle’s face, trying not to cringe at the sticky ink running down your fingers.

“Look, babes,” you begin, and OB Riddle’s greyish cheeks flush a gentle pink at the nickname. What the fuck. Don’t tell me he likes that nickname. “Today is Valentine’s Day, yeah?”

“Valentine’s… Day?”

“Yep. And today, people who want to confess to their crush give their crush chocolate and flowers! It’s like, a rule!”

“Rule, you say?”

“But… I haven’t got you any chocolate! So, I need you to let me go so I can get you chocolate to confess my love to you, alright? I’ve got to follow the rules.”

“…Well… if it’s to follow the rules…”

OB Riddle waves a hand, and a portal opens into a savannah, completely drained of any life. You suppose that’s where OB Leona is, just your luck. Does this mean you’re gonna have to get through him, and OB Azul, etc, etc, etc in their respective dimensions or something, like a stupid video game?

You are not looking forward to this.

“Come back quickly, okay?” whispers OB Riddle, clasping your hands tenderly. “Or I’ll get worried…”

And yes, he does look so genuinely upset at you leaving, so much like Real Riddle, that you do actually feel a bit sorry for him. So, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, the bitter taste of ink almost making you cough.

“Be back soon, babes!”

And thus, you leap through portal into the savannah, leaving behind the lovesick Overblot.

PART 2: COMING SOON

[capriciouscapsss]

What Disney Couple Do You and Your F/S Resemble? ☁︎

BOOK A READING WITH ME 💞

today we're doing a section of my disney storyline pac reading!! it's a short vers. but ugh it absolutely warms my heart. if you guys want the full reading feel free to book a reading since i do offer this one completely catered to you and only you (along with being able to get ANY disney storyline I'm sobbing 😭😭); with that being said........LETS GET STARTED 💞💞

we have four piles; intuitively choose what pile you're most drawn to.

now let's go ahead and start ♡

pile i. pink yummy dessert

[j&a, KoW, the lovers, the world, 3oW, 8oS, D.W, B.]

my pretty pile ones you all got Aladdin as your disney couple ♡ when watching the movie everything feels and look intense, like you're in there and not watching it through a screen. the romance between you and your f/s feels real. ever lie to yourself about how strong a connection was? like "omg he and I are soulmates I know it" type of stuff? yeah with this person you don't know it, you feel it. it feels real. Aladdin plays on illusion a lot, Aladdin himself lies to Jasmine about his status to make her give him a chance, but if there's one thing that was never faked it was the connection. the love between Aladdin and Jasmine. you two are the same, this connection can't be faked it's the real deal. elements of the couple that could mix into you and your f/s could be your f/s pursuing you with the same determination that Aladdin did with Jasmine. seeing you from afar and having to have you. meeting you, not even knowing your name but wanting it all. the world could also work in funny ways in your story like it did in Aladdin. meeting by fate. the universe working with your f/s to get them what they want. you two are going to meet and want to share view points and share your stories of how you collectively got to that point in your life. their going to want to show you what they know, all they know, and you're going to accept with open arms.

also make sure that if you got nothing else from this reading you get this at least; you two are very different. like from completely different worlds. this could point to cultural differences, economic differences ect. but bottomline is you two are on unequal footing in some way.

pile ii. girl walking along the water

[h&m, the devil, 5oW, 5oC, m.o.c, p.t.t.r.u.a, l.i.h.j)

why is that my sad pile always have a hot f/s? stop it fr 😭 my dear pile two, you and your f/s most resemble Hercules and Megan!! not only does this tell me that your f/s is a certified hot dreamy masterpiece BUT I can also see that you and your spouse are definitely into each other sexually a lot more than my other piles. your f/s is a sucker for the sad people of the world ngl they just want to fix and help everyone. pile 2, something important in about you and your f/s would be that you, like Megan, will be going through a hard time when you meet. something toxic will be reigning over your life (this could be a friend, relative, partner ect) and this person will see that.they're obvs, in true Hercules fashion, going to want to even protect you from it at times if need be. if any of you have ever seen this movie you'd know that Megan betrays Hercules and honestly I'm kinda seeing it here as well. the conflict of the story seems to be the same. someone feeling betrayed. "you said you were with me" type of vibe. you don't like that they help everyone. in fact it might even be that you never wanted or asked for their help! it irks you at first. and this is going to sound so bad but you might want to get to know them at first only for their looks 😭 or because you have something to gain from it. with time though, even though people DO NOT want you together, you will come to fall in love with their sensitivity and their good nature. not everyone has an angle, or is mean, and not everyone is the same, and you will come to realize this with your person. cute ♡

pile iii. hand in neon pink water

[t&n, KNoP, 2oC, QoC, the fool, i.h.u.w.i.l.u, i.p.u.f, r.]

pile 3 how lucky u are 😭 in this pile we got Tiana and Naveen as your disney counterpart!! not only can we infer then that your f/s is as easy going as prince naveen but we also got the royalty oracle card which means that they're royalty that they're certainly as influential as he is. dear pile 3 you know what love is. you've seen it, you've heard about it, you've read about it. you know HOW to love. patient, loving, kind, that is you. you've begun to live in your divine feminine energy. you have no time for others! you focus on yourself, love yourself, put yourself first. your f/s is a fool - wait no sorry the fool as in metaphorically they take after these traits strongly. they're eager to try new things, they keep their mind open to opportunities and always looks for LIFE. they're alive, they want to make sure other people take advantage of it (their words not mine 😭) lmao they're a bit full of themselves. the candle of everyone's eye etc. honestly you might not even know if you love them or are annoyed by them half them time. or so you tell yourself. true love lies tried and true here. this love is gradual and it takes time and effort but once you tw begin to explore each other's personalities we see love that is hard to undo. you don't come back from this. two people become one. they chase one goal. they chase a future. they promise you forever. you know you love them because you couldn't imagine it differently. true true love.

pile iv. girl brushing her hair

[c&p, the lovers, 4oW, 2oW, KoW, F., u.l. r (b), f.l (g)]

LISTEN!! this is my mushy lovey dovey pile 😭 the cards we got?? fantastic?? the oracle cards?? amazing. the pairing?? in my top 3. DO I NEED TO SAY MORE?? pile four, you all got cinderella and prince charming as the couple you two resemble. and before you throw a shoe at me let me just say that 1. I love the first cinderella movie and 2. that being said I will always pick the third one over the first one. and so that's the one I'll be focusing on for now :) because we all know that both of them weren't all there in the first movie 😵‍💫 now to start off with your f/s and yourself. if there's a pinnacle of love in this world you two have reached it with your connection. this is TRUE LOVE. like ultimate love. the world has blessed you pile four. marriage, no - union is inevitable here. you two are from very different worlds. if there are levels to this you two could be on opposite sides. but that's just what makes it all the more crazy when you meet. how, you might ask yourself later when everything happens, did I meet this person when our lives are completely different?? but the answer would simply then be that it was meant to be. how did cinderella always find her prince? fate. destiny. how did they just know with a simple touch that they were the "one" for each other? fate. destiny. it ties in for you and your f/s just as much as it did for them. pile four you might think at first that this isn't meant to be, that this is unrequited, that you and your person could never function together and be ONE but time will tell you eventually that you got it all wrong. you might even reject them at first too 😭 remember cinderella running from the prince when the clock struck 12? yeah, she was fleeing because of time but you're going to be fleeing because you're scared. scared of the connection. this might be the first time you really fall in love pile four. let them in when they come knocking on your door. as the old saying goes "if the shoe fits, wear it." sending you love.

was a little sleepy so hope this post makes sense 😭 but yeah, that was all for today 💞 I hope you have an amazing day and hope maybe a tad little more that it resonated. blessings xx

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K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 6B

Part 6 of the "B side" universe for AU4. You can check chapter 4B for clarification on what this means if you're lost.

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Warnings: Transphobia, unsupportive family relations

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The hug lasts for an absurdly long time, but they do have to pull away eventually.  Liz gives Valen a soft clap on the back. "Whenever you wanna go home, I'll take you over to the border, just like you brought Jim to me. You just focus on resting up and healing, okay?"

Valen curls up in on himself, looking dejected. Go home?  He can't just go home.  Can he?  He is still reeling from this whole experience--and it honestly feels like he'll never be safe again by himself.  What does he even have to go back to?  He didn't have much before he'd gotten taken, but now, five years later?  He isn't even sure what home he'd have to go back to.  He would have nothing. 

But they had to feed him with their own blood.  Of course they'd want him out of their hair as soon as possible.  This was probably their polite way of saying they wanted him to leave, right?  But they'd just been hugging him, had that just been polite, too?

Trying not to look too pathetic and sad, he picks up the notepad and writes Does it have to be today?

"Okay, first thing, it's not gonna be today no matter what, 'cause you're not healthy enough to get back on your own yet." Jim says. "Second, you don't have to do anything. We just kinda assumed you'd wanna go home. You can stay here with me for as long as you want. I'm happy to have you." He smiles.

Valen almost can't believe what he's hearing.  For once he wants to stay, and that's allowed. He writes:  Even though you have to feed me?  Oh, maybe it'd been presumptuous to assume they'd keep feeding him, since 'feeding' isn't necessarily included in 'letting you stay here.'  Too late, though, he'd already showed it to them.

"Of course. Whatever you need, Valen." Jim gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Or maybe you could visit out there to get blood packs. We got options."

"I'm gonna go finish working on the door." Liz gives Valen a little wave before going back to the basement entrance.

"I probably can't make it out here every day, but you can put me on the menu sometimes for sure." Laken says with a wink before going to join Liz.

Valen politely clasps his hands together in front of him and gives a little bow.  That's something a person does, right?  Instead of just cowering on the floor.

Jim interprets that as a thank you. "You're welcome. I take it you don't really have anyone waiting up at home then, but if you wanna make a phone call, I can like, read out stuff you write down to make it work if you wanna. You know you're not a prisoner here, right?" He thought that should be obvious, considering the door was open all night and Valen could have left at any time, but maybe it needs to be said. "You're- well, I'd like to think we're friends by this point."

Valen's lip wobbles.  How had he so quickly gone from leech, parasite, lower than dirt to friend?  He wants to hug Jim again, but Jim doesn't want hugs right now, so instead, he folds his legs under him and bows even lower than he had the first time.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.

"You're all good, buddy. None of this would be possible if you hadn't saved me in the first place. We'd both still be stuck in hell." Jim points out. He reaches a hand out to help Valen up and takes him back over to the couch to rest.

Honestly, the prospect of Valen staying excites Jim. He'd be a lot less paranoid about Kane coming back for him with Valen here, plus he gets lonely. And the thought of Valen going through the pain of recovery alone hurts his heart.

Valen sits on the couch and wraps himself up in the blanket there, watching Liz finish her work on the door curiously, but not bravely enough to go check it out.

Liz and Laken eventually finish, coming back out carrying a lot of silver. "Well, guess we'll be seeing you around then, Valen!" Liz calls happily.

Valen waves with both his hands.  His face hurts if he tries to smile, but he hopes he's waving enthusiastically enough to get the point across.

They leave, and Jim puts the TV on to just hang out for a little. After about an hour, he asks, "Are you gonna... be okay? If I head into the kitchen for a bit to make food, you'll still, um, be okay when I get back?" You're not gonna off yourself, right?

It's been a while since Valen has felt this okay.  He's fed, and people care about him, and no one is hurting him. Jim was right, everything did feel a lot better after he'd eaten. It no longer feels so insurmountably scary. He nods, and gives a thumbs-up, but then when Jim actually gets up to make lunch, he gets up and follows Jim into the kitchen.

Jim smiles when he notices Valen following him. He decides to make beans and rice, the meal he ate in Valen's house, for old times' sake. Except this time, it's actually good, because he has a stove this time. "Remember when you offered me a bunsen burner to cook with?" he asks with a laugh.

Valen had been excitedly rocking from foot to foot, but he stops when Jim says this. Jim thinks it's funny. That it's ridiculous. He vaguely remembers it. He'd remembered it better before he'd been tortured, because that had made everything before feel so distant, and blurred together. Is it bad that Valen did that? Jim doesn't seem angry, but he is laughing, like it'd been stupid. The hunters laughed at him for a lot of things. Being too weak, being helpless, being stupid, making mistakes.  Jim wouldn't punish him for what he's talking about, would he? Jim's not going to punish him. He'd said that. It's just hard to feel that, instead of the constant, pounding anxiety that at any second the pain is going to start again.

He thinks Jim is probably just bringing up a funny memory, but the urge to always interpret things in the worst way possible is too strong. Jim can't possibly just be joking around with his friend, Valen doesn't have friends, only tormenters.

No, that's not right, Jim had said he was a friend.

It's too much, it's too much to decide. He quickly scribbles I'm sorry I won't do it again I'll be good and shows it to Jim, eyes firmly on the floor

Jim's smile turns sad as he reads the note. "Nah, I'm glad you did. It was considerate. It's a good memory."

He remembers when he first got back. He was so jumpy. He used to say stuff like that all the time, after years of Kane hitting him at best and beating him at worst for any show of defiance. "It'll get better. The I-gotta-be-good stuff. It's real bad at first 'cause it's all you've known for years. But you start to get used to being a person again, and it lessens. Never goes all the way away, but it gets good enough. Least in my experience."

Valen wants to make eye contact so, so badly. He hasn't looked Jim, his savior, in the face yet, not even once. But he has to be good. But Jim was just saying about that...

He writes May I look you in the eye?

"Yeah, of course. Look away." Jim had thought Valen was avoiding eye contact due to nerves, he didn't even consider that he might think he's not allowed.

Look away. Oh no, conflicting directions. He averts his eyes, looking away from Jim, whimpering, confused.

Jim is confused for a moment, then realizes his phrasing was bad. "Oh, uh, something-away means to do something. Like, you can look. Sorry, my bad."

Oh, right. Yes, yes of course. It seems so unfair that the humans can just speak willy nilly without even thinking about how they phrase things, when Valen has to parse each syllable for signs of danger.

No, he doesn't have to do that, that's the point.

Valen slowly works his eyes up Jim's body, stopping at his shoulders, hovering there. He forces them to go higher, just briefly flicking them up to Jim's eyes, then immediately letting them fall again. Okay, that's good, that's progress, he looked into Jim's eyes and nothing bad happened, he didn't get accused of trying to use persuasion, he didn't get thrown in the sun.

"There you go. Making progress." Jim spoons his lunch into a bowl. "You've got nice eyes. You don't need to look at the floor all the time." The bright red of Valen's eyes doesn't scare him like the eyes in his nightmares. There's no malicious intent in them.

Nice eyes, he has nice eyes, nice eyes?!  He goes beet red, now avoiding eye contact out of sheer embarrassment and being overwhelmed, unable to figure out how to handle the compliment.

You've got nice eyes would have been a prelude to a hunter gouging them out in his old life, but that's far too brutal for Valen to even worry about Jim doing in his imagination.

He makes a choked sound and brings his hands to his face, hiding his reddened cheeks.

Jim tries not to laugh again, worried it might be taken the wrong way. "Sorry, didn't mean to fluster you or anything." He leans against the counter and starts eating.

Valen watches Jim eat with fascination, wondering why he isn't sitting at the table.

Valen thinks about what Jim had said earlier, about making a phone call. He doesn't want to call Priscus, but maybe talking to his parents would be nice. They're probably worried about him.

Valen waits patiently until Jim is finished eating, then holds his hand up to his head to pantomime a phone call.

"Yeah, I can help you make a phone call. Who am I calling and what do you wanna say?" Jim asks, leading Valen over to the phone.

Valen sits down primly next to the phone and writes out his parent's phone number and some instructions.

This is my parents' house.

My mother will probably answer.

Please tell her what happened and where I am. In very general terms. And that I'm alive and safe now.

"Gotcha. Um, I just wanna prepare you, if you've been missing for years and you can't talk to her, she might not believe me. You can always call her back after you can talk again." Jim tells him.

He picks up the phone and dials the number. "Hello? Is this Mrs., uh, Valen's mom?"

"Hm?" says a woman's voice. "Hello? You knew my daughter?"

"Yeah. Um, about that, I know this is gonna sound really hard to believe, but Valen's alive and here with me. Sh-she's recovering from a mouth injury and can't talk right now. Got captured by hunters and hurt a lot, but she's out and safe now. We're in human territory. Valen should be well enough to talk in a couple days, I bet." Jim takes the notepad and writes Not out to mom? while he talks.

Valen rolls his eyes in an exasperated way and writes I came out to her, she's just in denial.

"What?" Valen's mother says. "Oh my god, that sounds just like something she would do. Walk right on into human territory with her arms open to try and give the first human she sees a big old hug. She probably tried to talk nicely to the vampire hunters, I bet." Her voice is dripping with disdain. "She's such a bright girl, but her head is full of such.... unrealistic ideas. Wait...who are you, why are you in human territory? Are you a human hunter, do you work for the blood farms? You should know that she's married, understand?"

Valen groans and lets his head slump.

Jim is speechless for a few moments. "Is that seriously your reaction to learning your kid, who you thought was dead, is alive and finally safe after being locked up for years?" he asks, incredulous.

"Well," she says, suddenly sounding defensive, "she barely ever calls us, I was half convinced nobody could find her because she just finally ran off or something. I don't hear from her for years at a time anyway. Of course I was worried for her, but I've always advised against this reckless behavior precisely because of this. Tell her she's welcome to come home, of course, although she really should simply go back to her husband."

Valen looks so, so tired, resting his head on his hand. He's wondering why he thought this was a good idea

"I don't need to tell him because he can hear you. He's been listening this whole time. And you know what, you're a shitty mom. He deserves better. Valen, you got anything else you wanna say to her?" Jim asks, heated.

Valen shakes his head sadly.

"Who do you think you are?" she says. "I've never been anything but supportive!"

Valen mimes hanging up the phone.

Jim hangs the phone up without another word to her.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Valen. That's... wow." He shakes his head. "With family like that, who needs enemies, y'know?" Jim's eyes shine with tears. He's really upset about Valen being treated this way.

Valen gives a noncommittal shrug.  In his mother's mind, not disowning him and not forbidding him to go to college like he wanted to is enough to classify herself as supportive.  He taps the pencil, sighs heavily, and writes I'm not sure what I really expected.

"You said you might wanna stay? You've got a new family now, if you want." Jim wants to hug him, but he can't seem to make himself do it. He reaches a hand out and squeezes Valen's upper arm gently instead.For some reason, the phone call and getting put down by his mother has been very grounding.  It's reminding him of who he was before.  He's a person, who has a mother he can have a bad relationship with.  He moves his hand on top of Jim's, squeezing it back, nodding.  He's certainly not going back to his husband.  The thought of being this vulnerable and scared around Priscus makes him shiver with dread.  He would fall prey to Priscus's manipulation every time, he knows he would.  And going back to his parents' wouldn't be much better.  No, this feels like the safest place, against all odds.

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Amber Appleton x reader fic where they start a family? amber being scared before the baby comes but then ofc is the best and sweetest mom ever and reader falling even more in love with her because of it. thank you <3

Grow Old

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, mentions & descriptions of pregnancy and birth, anxiety, fluff

“I know it's kinda scary, but it's only temporary doubt

I've done a lot of stupid things

But promise that you're gonna stay long enough to grow old with me”

You and Amber were down to the final month before your baby girl was due. And honestly, since the third and final trimester began, Amber’s been really worried and anxious and just doubting herself a whole lot. It made your heart ache to witness how she talked and saw herself, when you were sure that she’d be the best mother ever. Not perfect, but you knew she’d do the best to give the baby the best. You would too, no doubt about it. You were so excited, but also, pretty nervous. Things started to seem so close and so real…this new chapter of your lives. One that you both had been waiting for for the last handful of years, following what seemed like endless failed attempts to conceive in the last five years, nearly six. Everything was ready for her arrival, friends and family were excited, but not as much as you and Amber were. But of course, being first-time parents, anxiety was often the emotion taking the lead of the control panel of your minds as of late.

You were at work when Amber sent you a text to let you know that she’d gone on her walk. You two had agreed that she could go anywhere and do anything as long as she felt up to it and stayed safe, and that you knew her whereabouts in case of emergencies— knock on wood. Since you were getting off work soon, her text was so that you wouldn’t be surprised to see the apartment empty when you got home. Amber couldn’t stand being home as much for the last week or so, always wanting to get out and go for walks in the neighbourhood. You got that,she had a lot of thoughts racing through her mind and those walks helped her clear her mind and calm her down. But she mainly only does that whenever you aren't home. When you were around, she would a hundred percent be spending all the time with you.

Gathering your stuff, you clocked out and went to your car, ready to go home to your wife. Before you started driving, you sent her a voice memo to let her know you were on your way home already. Luckily, the traffic wasn’t as bad as it usually was, so you got home earlier than anticipated and even got her favourite takeout for dinner— and dessert as a treat since she’d been feeling low. It never failed to bring a smile to her face, so you loved doing that. Once you got home, you set the bags down on the dining table and went to get changed before laying the table. Amber wasn’t home from her walk yet, but you knew she would be soon so you wanted everything to be ready once she was home. Now standing in the kitchen, you were making hot chocolate for drinks to go with the meal. While waiting for the water to boil, you rested your palms on the counter, rolling your head to try and relieve some of the ache and tension from your work day. As you set the two mugs down on the dining table, you heard a familiar jingle of keys coming from the other side of the front door. Amber was home.

“Hello, my loves.” You beamed, walking up to her to give her a kiss on the cheek then one on her bump as you gently caressed it.

She smiled back at you while you led her to the table, to sit down. “Wow, you had time to get my favourite and arrive home early?”

“It seems the universe knows I need to get home quickly and without the usual stress of horrendous rush hour traffic. Work was so busy today, so I’m glad to be home with my girls” You grinned, “Come on, let’s eat.” You sat down opposite from her and you both promptly dug into the food. “I met up with Ricky and Jordan today. Went for lunch and a drive…it was nice seeing them again after such a long time.”

“I’m glad you had a good time, Ams. Pity I couldn’t join you guys.”

“There’s always next time.” A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her lips, “How was work?”

“Same old things, which you know aren't typically all that bad but I just had a report to turn in today so I’m just a little tired in that sense.” You explained, “She didn’t give you too much trouble today, did she?”

“Well— apart from making me need to pee what seems like a hundred times an hour, and kicking me in the ribs, she’s been a good girl. Cheeky, but good.” Amber giggles, “I”ve had it pretty easy, babe.” You reached over and put your hand on hers, giving it a squeeze as you flashed her a smile, Amber does the same back to you.

“Thank you. For getting my favourite for dinner.”

You gave her hand another squeeze,“Anytime.”

After dinner, you and Amber were snuggled on the couch enjoying dessert over some reality TV, then it was a movie that unintentionally made her emotional and cry. So you wanted to turn that off but she said she wanted to finish watching it.”You’re crying. You still wanna watch?” You squinted at her, concerned. She snuggled closer to you while nodding tearfully, “Yeah.”

“Alright, honey.” You rub her back, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, “Whatever you want.”

————

Seven days to go. The hospital bag was packed up two weeks ago and ready for the day. Amber was extremely tired, and understandably so. And quite frankly, she was achy all the time so that had her in a bad mood now. Nerves? They were definitely still there, but she couldn’t for pregnancy to be over and done with. Her feet hurt, so did her back and seemingly everywhere else in her body. She was getting so uncomfortable.

Technically, it could happen any time now. She could go into labour at any given moment.

“Hey.” You entered the bedroom and saw her lying down in bed but wide awake. It was past 10pm already. “I can’t sleep.” She sighs. “I know, I’m sorry.” You sat down with her. You helped her sit up, knowing that she’d want that. “I walked so much today.” A soft sigh falls from her lips as her hand rests on her bump.

“Soon, honey.” You cupped her cheek, stroking it tenderly with your thumb.

“I’m so tired.” Her voice shook, “I want her to come now.”

Well, she didn’t. The next two days were painfully long for her. She was the one going through it, but you were also going through it— that whole rollercoaster of emotions. Towards the end of dinner, Amber started to feel sick. Then, her back hurt, then contractions started. The first wave of pain hit and no matter what she did, it didn’t feel better like it would’ve with braxton hicks. All within the span of no more than fifteen minutes. You called her doctor and as expected, you were to stay home and time them until the pains were frequent and consistent. So until then, you had to make sure she was okay. Amber was advised to stay hydrated and take a nap in order to keep her energy levels up. She did just that without a fuss, quietly sipping on her tumbler of chilled water you sat right by her to massage her back in an attempt to relieve her back pain. After a few minutes you set her tumbler down for her and she leans onto you for comfort. Your hand found its way to hers, holding onto it after giving it an encouraging squeeze. “Just rest for now, honey.” You told her, “You wanna go lie down? I already put the absorbance sheet on the bed.”

“Okay.” She mumbles, nodding against your shoulder.

“Alright, honey, come on. I got you, easy does it.” You rubbed her back then wrapped your arm around her to help her up and walk into the bedroom so she could get some sleep while waiting for things to pick up their pace. You made sure you had your phone with you since you had to time her contractions for quite some time. Once you got her settled in bed, you sat down next to her so you could eye on her and everything. Making a mental note to check the hospital bag one last time, your gaze falls back onto her sleepy figure. She was sleeping on her left side, facing you and her eyes were closed. But you could tell she wasn’t asleep yet and uncomfortable. Amber ends up reaching for your hand, so you let her hold onto it while she slept.

Nearly two hours later, it was finally time to head to the hospital. They checked her in and got her settled in her room. They hooked her up to an IV drip for fluids and antibiotics after she changed into a gown then checked her progress. She panicked feeling it, squeezing your hand instantly. “Does it hurt?” The doctor quickly asked.

“That? No. Just didn’t know what to expect.”

Amber’s doctor— Doctor Elliott, nodded in understanding. She must know what Amber meant. She had kids of her own. “You’re at a three.” She declared, “Progressing nicely and everything looks perfect. Like I said, rest as much as you can and drink clear liquids if you’re thirsty. Ice chips are fine, if you’re hungry, or need anything…have any questions, let us know and we’ll be right here for you both. Checks will be every hour.” After Elliott left, AMber’s midwife and a couple nurses on shift came in to check on her and introduce themselves. It didn’t take long since they knew that Amber obviously needed some rest in anticipation for later. Very fortunately, things went forward smoothly. Amber got her rest, you took a 20-minute power nap before you were wide awake again watching her. With every check, she progressed further, but she also was in more pain because of it. Contractions got closer and closer, more and more intense, coursing through her body wave after wave. “Hold my hand, my love. Hold my hand.” You brushed your thumb over her knuckles, bringing her hand to your lips so you could give it a kiss, “Breathe through it, Amber. Just like we learnt. That’s it, that’s it.”

She takes in shaky breath and exhales slowly, her grip on your hand getting tighter by the second, until the contraction ended. This cycle repeated itself for what seemed like hundreds of times over the several hours of a truly agonising wait. “I’m sorry.” Amber swallowed thickly, “I’m so sorry for squeezing your hand so hard— oh, shit—”

She was going to throw up. Hastily, you grab the emesis bucket from the bedside table and held it under her chin just in time. You let go of her hand to hold her hair out of the way.

Cue the tears. And her waters breaking.

Once she puked, she was officially thrusted into the transition stage after nearly ten hours. The pain was now the worst of the worst, causing the tears to fall from her face in an unending manner. “You’re almost there, mama.” Dr. Elliot said, “Eight centimetres. You’re doing really well, Amber.”

Laid on her back, she stared up at the ceiling, tilting her head back trying not to cry even more than she already had. Amber opted for no meds, so she was definitely in a whole lot of pain. You couldn’t even imagine how bad it must’ve been. Yet she hasn’t even screamed once— she amazed you.

“Look at me, honey.” You said softly, “Amber, look at me.” You stood up, still holding onto her hand to meet her eyes.

“I can’t—” She hiccups, “I can’t do it, babe. It hurts.”

“I know it hurts, honey. I know. But you got this.” You brushed the sweaty hair out of her face, then planted a kiss on her forehead. “We’re so close, Amber.”

Within the next hour, it was time. Dr. Elliott returned with a team of people and everything was promptly set in motion. Amber’s legs were in stirrups for awhile but you realised she got uncomfortable so you just held her leg back while a nurse held the other.

“You’re a star, Amber. Breathe, dear. Take a breath.” Elliott reminded, “Breathe, mama. Breathe.”

Amber was swallowing her tears and nodding, unable to even utter a single word.

“You’re getting one?” Elliot asks, hearing her grunt and sniffling. “Push, and breathe through it. You got this, come on.”

Amber looks at you, and your free hand stroked her head, “You can do it, honey. She’s almost here, almost.”

She grabbed your hand and squeezed it through this wave of pain, biting on her lip to keep from screaming. “It’s okay if you need to scr—” The nurse says, worried.

Amber just shook her head profusely, still not saying anything. Amber’s eyes shot open, feeling sudden relief. Loud, piercing cries filled the room. A breath you didn’t even notice you were holding, was finally let out upon hearing that cry. Amber fully burst into tears at that moment, as did you.

She did it.

“Oh, I’m so proud of you.” You leaned down to capture her lips into your own, “I’m so proud of you, I love you.”

“Here she is.” Elliot placed the newborn on Amber’s chest, she calms down almost instantly.

Amber licked her lips, sniffling, “Oh, hi. Hi, baby girl.” Amber stroked her cheek with her finger softly, you just watched them. Finally feeling the calm after the intense chaos. And you just knew that you three would be absolutely fine. Your heart swelled at the sight, seeing them together, feeling yourself falling more in love than ever with your wife. How insane was all that? Not one scream. Not more complaints than she’d let out in the heat of the moment. That’s just who she was, doing what she needed do no matter how challenging it could get. She got through it, she got through it all. Because that’s who Amber was. Someone who doesn’t give up, someone who always believed and someone who always gave her all.

And you couldn’t wait to see how this new chapter unfold, getting to give your love to your little girl and getting to grow old with the strongest person you’ve ever known.

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💭A/N: I’m not to satisfied with the ending of this one, but uh, here it is

[osleeplessflowero]

Hi! I saw your post asking for requests, this is my first time asking so sorry if I break a rule just delete if it makes you uncomfortable. Can I get a platonic reader x bad sanses or star sanses? (Or whoever your want I'm not picky) maybe how the reader sees them as a brother or father figure? Thank you in advance!

you're totally fine anon! this is a great request!! :] let's see..i've done quite a few bad sanses oneshots previously, how about we show the star sanses some love? 🌸

CW: Light Emetophobia, Ink is known to throw up when he gets too excited! It only happens once and for a brief second.

It's a peaceful day in the corner of the Doodlesphere that Ink had placed the Star Sanses base in. You sit in your assigned room on your bed, playing one of your favorite games on your laptop. The lights from outside shine in through your window, imitating sunlight. It gives the room a nice, comforting feeling. It's peaceful for a little while, until Ink BURSTS into the room, leaning against the door and holding it shut. You raise a brow in confusion, lowering your headphones.

"Hello Ink." You greet him with a blank look, waiting for him to explain himself. He chuckles sheepishly, jolting when something begins hitting the door.

"Heeey, you! So, funny story.." Another thud. "I kiiinda made Berry mad at me and I need to take shelter here, is that cool?" He holds up his hands as if to pray, pleading with you. You raise your index finger to your chin, contemplating.

"What did you do to Berry to get him this mad? And where's Blue?"

"Blue's in his universe, he left Berry here because they were gonna talk about stuff. And uh..I may or may not have hit him with paint balloons. Bright, neon colored paint balloons."

"Ink, you dumbass-" You sigh, saving your game and closing your laptop. "You know not to provoke the kid."

"Okay, but in my defense, it was insanely funny." He snickers, moving a box of random things you own in front of the door and plopping down on your bed.

"You do realize that won't hold him for long, right?"

"Yeah, but I'll savor my freedom while I still have it. Soooo, what have you been up to? Haven't seen you a lot today." He lies upside down, looking up at you with the goofy grin he always has.

"Well, I was just playing my favorite game and chillin'. At least, up until you broke in." You poke his forehead, earning a chuckle from the skeleton.

"Hmmm..sounds like it would get kinda boring after a while." He rolls over, resting his chin between his hands. "You should come hang out with me, Dream's busy and Blue's gone."

"I mean, I could. But what would we do?"

"We..Huh." He blinks a few times, the small symbols in his eyesockets changing each time as he thinks. "How abouttt.. we go paint the outside of HQ? We could make a masterpiece!" He grins, sitting up with his legs crossed. "C'mon, what do you say?"

"Sounds pretty fun, Ink. But if you throw paint balloons as me as well I might have to kill you."

He laughs, giving you a playful nudge.

"Wait, so does that mean you'll actually join me?"

"Yeah, just let me change first-"

He grins wide, shaking you back and forth excitedly before pausing, running over to the nearest window. You wince as you hear him throw up a bunch of ink, letting it fall into the depths of the sphere before closing the window and leaning back in.

"This is gonna be great! C'mon!" He gently tugs your hand, before the door bursts open. You both freeze like deer in the headlights, looking down at the skeleton approaching.

Berry was a small fellow, much smaller than blue and having an overall cyan color scheme in comparison to Blue's calmer tones. A bandana with a large ribbon behind it is tied around his neck, his eyelights constantly being shaped like stars, where in comparison Blue's only occasionally do the same thing. At the moment, those eyelights have shrunk to mere pinpricks, as he holds up a comically large knife, pointing it in Ink's direction. He hides behind you, as if you were able to defend him. Gee, thanks Ink.

"INK- You Have Dared To Cross Me, And Now You Will PAY!" You can't help but snicker a little at how adorable the little guy looks, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Look, Berry, I said I'm sorry!" Ink struggles to hold in a laugh.

"You'll Be Sorry Alright, WHEN I GET YOU-" He charges forwards, but you interfere, grabbing his head. He struggles against you, swinging his arms to try to get to Ink.

"Now now, Berry, let's just cool it. Ink apologized, let's move on. You wanna come paint with us to make up for it?" You smile as the little skeleton perks up at that, making his blade disappear into his inventory.

"Really?! You Mean It?" He grins wide, his eyelights expanding to a much bigger size.

"Yeah! Right, Ink?" You turn to him, watching him nod before looking back. "Well, it's settled then."

You pause, hearing the sounds of shortcuts, before grinning and running into the living room. Blue and Dream seem to be having a casual conversation before realizing you're there, smiling towards you. Blue promptly runs over, picking you up and spinning you around.

"Ha Ha! I've Returned! Did You Miss Me?" Blue grins before putting you down, putting his hands on his hips.

"You know I did, Blue! How's Paps doing?" You tilt your head, genuinely curious. He chuckles at your reply.

"He's Doing Well! He Wanted Me To Give You A Small Bag Of Suckers That He'd Been Holding Onto, So Here You Go! Try Not To Go Through All Of It At Once, Okay? Sugar Rushes Are.. Scary." He briefly glances over at Berry, narrowing his eyes. You let out a laugh at that, putting the little bag he hands you into one of your pockets.

"Noted." You turn to Dream, who holds his arms out for you. You grin as you leap into his arms, embracing his warmth and the pleasant scents that surround him.

"Oh, I've missed you! How've you been doing while I've been away? Good, I hope? If not I'll have to give Ink a stern talking to." Dream glances at him from the side, earning a laugh from the more colorful skeleton.

"Don't worry, I've been alright. I've just been hanging out in my room, and I just split these two up from a fight." You point towards Berry and Ink, the former putting his knife away the moment he's spotted and smiling innocently.

"Goodness, Berry! What Did I Tell You About Having Knives In HQ?" Blue frowns, walking over and carefully taking the blade away from his shorter "cousin". "You Know Better."

"Sorry, Blue.." Berry pouts, crossing his arms. The taller skeleton pats his skull, smiling a bit.

"Just Be More Careful Next Time! You Don't Want To Hurt Anyone, Do You?"

Berry looks at Ink. "..Maybe."

"Berry! Bad!" Blue frowns again, poking the smaller skeleton's forehead as you finally let go of Ink.

"Me and Ink were just about to go outside and paint, if you'd like to join us. You guys don't have anything else to do today, right?" You offer, silently hoping they'll agree.

"I'd Love To Join In! It Could Be Good Exercise." Blue puts his hands on his hips in a hero-like manner, his cape swaying out behind him.

"I'd like to join, even if I just end up watching. Ooh! I could make some tea for everyone, how does that sound?" Dream smiles as everyone agrees with that idea, stepping into the kitchen to make some magic-based teas for everyone. He made sure to remember your favorite kind in advance.

Everyone moves outside, Ink stopping you a moment so he can use Broomy to paint a grassy area for you all to stand on, grabbing some paint cans he'd left beside the house and walking over to the first blank wall.

"Okay everybody, let's get started!" Ink grins, handing a smaller brush to you. You pause a second, realizing that due to getting caught up in your excitement you forgot to change into something you're okay with getting paint on.

"Wait a sec, I'll be right back." You run back inside to your room, changing hurriedly before rushing back outside. Ink paints a few step stools using Broomy so those who can't reach taller areas can use them, balancing on the large brush to paint patterns with smaller ones.

Berry jumps up onto Blue's shoulders, standing up on them so he can reach the upper areas thanks to the bigger skeleton's height. Blue doesn't seem to mind it all that much, instead focusing on what to paint outside of his room. Dream walks out and places down a yellow gingham blanket, then goes back inside to sit the teacups down where everyone can easily access them.

You stand outside your room, beginning to paint whatever comes into your head that relates to you somehow. You want to ensure that the space feels truly yours, so you put a lot of thought and care into each stroke. Of course, you could always just repaint later, but it's the thought that counts. Berry eventually runs out of ideas and goes to talk to Dream, so Blue takes the opportunity to paint a little bit beside you.

"So, how's adventuring been, Blue? Is it..everything you'd hoped?" You paint a little star pattern. He hums thoughtfully, completing a heart you'd forgotten to finish.

"I Suppose You Could Say That! It's Given Me A Lot Of Opportunities To Meet New People And Experience Other Worlds. But That Can Also Be Kinda Stressful..Especially When You Start Running Into Variations Of You That Are..Well.."

You both look over at Berry, who's currently zooming around a very confused and startled Dream in circles.

"Yeah..I don't know how I'd feel about seeing so many of Me. I mean, the three of you guys alone is a stretch. Imagine if all of the variants were in one place?"

"That Would Be Very Much So Impossible- Which Really Makes You Think..Just How Big Is The Multiverse? What Parts Of It Are So Closed Off, Even Ink Hasn't Seen Them? It's All So..So.."

"Mysterious?"

"Yeah! Exactly." He smiles at a little cutesy painting you made of him right below his window, looking as if he's holding it up. "But I Suppose That's How It's Always Been."

"I feel that. It makes me wonder if we've ever met before, in some other timeline. You think things would be much different?"

There's a short pause.

"Nah, I Don't Think It Would." He smiles, you share it. You continue painting side by side in peaceful silence, until you hear the sound of something splattering. Sharing a worried look, you turn back to see Dream looking down at the ground, a green paint balloon having hit his head. Ink is frozen like a deer in the headlights, and Berry is laughing hysterically.

"I- I am so sorry, Dream, I meant to hit him, not you--"

Dream looks up, an eyesocket twitching as he picks up one of the balloons Ink had left lying on the ground, throwing it and hitting him square in the face. Berry collapses, laughing even louder.

"Oh Dear, It Seems Ink's Declared War." Blue chuckles, laughing a little as he speaks, watching them begin to form more paint balloons to throw at each other. A devious grin crosses your face as you look back at him. His expression slowly shifts to a worried one. "Oh No. Don't- Do Not Even Think About It-"

"I'm joining in!" You pick up a balloon.

"Pick your side!" Ink grins, getting hit in the side of the head with a red balloon.

You shake your head. "Nah..I'm taking my own side!" You throw balloons at the both of them, before getting pelleted with them yourself. Blue huffs as he watches you, before going still when he feels a presence behind him.

"Nothing Personnel, Double." Berry grins, throwing a cyan balloon at Blue's back.

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN PHRASE IT RIGHT-" Blue sighs, joining in the battle. Paint balloons fly across the yard, splatting the walls as well as everyone laughs, having a great time. The commotion grows so great, even Error finds himself popping his head in from the Anti-Void, before closing up the portal to avoid a balloon to the face.

After a while, you each grow tired, huffing and raising up little white flags before drinking the tea that Dream brought out (that thankfully is somehow still warm, and paintless). You then turn to the walls, seeing a beautiful mess of color accompanying your art from earlier, smiling a bit at your collective handiwork.

"Y'know, I think it looks good like this." You hold up your hands like a camera, smiling.

"I think so too! Hey, you know what would fit?" Ink turns to Dream, seeing if he'll catch on.

"Oh! A picture!" Dream rushes to his room, grabbing his camera and running back out. Everyone stands in front of the wall together, grinning and posing. "Say cheeeese!"

"Cheeeese!"

Getting to spend so much time with the skeletons you both look up to and admire is an experience you wouldn't trade for anything in the multiverse. Anything at all.

"IIIII say..on this momentous occasion, we should all watch a movie. First one to fall asleep gets their face drawn on!" Ink holds up a washable marker menacingly.

"I've got coffee, you won't be getting me anytime soon." Dream grins, going inside to clean off the paint and change his clothes to wash them later. Blue follows after him to do the same.

"It'll probably be you first, Ink." You snicker, using a towel to get some fresh paint off of your face. He calls out after you as you start to head to the bathroom attached to your room. "NUH UH!"

"YUH HUH!" You shout back, going to take a warm shower to get all of the paint off of you.

An hour or two passes, and you find yourself building a strong pillow fort with Blue and Berry. Dream sits to your left, Blue to your right with Berry leaning on him, already looking pretty tuckered out. Ink observes everyone from his spot in front, eagerly waiting for the moment someone falls asleep.

Dream whispers to you as Blue looks through a selection of movies for you to watch together. "Did you have fun?"

You whisper back. "Yeah, I've had a lot of fun with you guys today. I love having peaceful moments like this..it's really nice. I really have to thank you guys for taking such good care of me lately..it means the world to me." You lean on him a bit, and he smiles as he places an arm around you.

"Of course. You're a very dear friend to us, never forget that we care for you. We'll always be here for you, no matter the circumstances."

You yawn a little, the comforting aura emitting from him making you feel safe enough to rest. "Thank you, Dream.."

"Careful." Ink grins like a cheshire cat, watching as your eyes begin to close. "There's still an active threat in the room." He says in a sing-song tone, waiting to attack.

"I'm gonna fucking Get You later."

"I'd like to see you tr-" Ink pauses mid-sentence when he sees that Berry's fallen asleep, grinning madly. "Well. Looks like you'll be spared after all."

"Oh boy." You snicker, the rest of your little group grinning amongst themselves as the movie begins. Ink claps his hands so the lights dim, sitting closer to you and relaxing on some pillows, giving commentary from time to time. Soon your eyes begin to close..those around you growing tired as well from a long day of adventuring.

It's peaceful for a while.. the perfect environment to relax.

..Until a portal opens.

"IIIIINK!"

"Ah fuck."

"Language!" Blue frowns as Ink stands up to go outside. Blue considers carrying your sleeping form to your room like he always does, but decides not to since Dream's already asleep with you. He'd rather not disturb you both, at least not until he needs Dream's aid..

Oh boy.

[astranite]

Edges of the Universe: Part 2

Scott and John :)

Part 1 // Ao3

The tags in summary: Hurt/Comfort, this is what it is fundamentally but we do dive into the angst and the fluff, Autistic John Tracy, Scott Tracy has ADHD, Scott Tracy Has PTSD, Autistic meltdowns, References to Depression, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Chronic Illness, that's how i'm treating John's space issues, this is all written from a disability and neurodiversity lens and lot of my own experience, there's alot going on but there's also alot of love here, and acceptance, its about hope its always about hope ultimately, things are hard and they wont just fix themselves but it does get better, we just have to keep hanging on. all of us you and me together, its not a straight line there are alot of up and downs and emotions in this fic, as in life and everything because thats whats its like but its not impossible

@idontknowreallywhy thank you for all.

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“You alright?” Scott asked, “And I’ve brought takeaway if you’re feeling up to it.” 

“‘S only a headache,” John mumbled.

Scott’s hand gripped his shoulder more firmly. “Seems like some headache, Johnny.”

“Don’t.” 

John couldn't handle even the gentle ribbing right now. Or Scott needling him about what the hell was wrong with him to make him admit to it, which was pretty hypocritical coming from Commander ‘I’m actively bleeding out but I’m Fine.’

John sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. That wasn't fair on Scott. He was getting better at letting them in when it was needed. All the smothering came from a good place of looking out for little brothers prone to getting themselves into trouble, and John also had a history of being less than honest about exactly how ‘Fine’ he was.

He pushed himself into a sitting position, leaning against the headboard of the bed as the blurry dark crowded in at the corners of his vision at the rush of his blood pressure dropping. Because he, Thunderbird Five, head of communications for IR and an astronaut breaking records for space hours and expertise, had really pushed himself today. Went totally wild with it. He had, he checked his mental notes, landed on Tracy Island yesterday evening, sat in the passenger seat of Tracy One as Scott did all the flying to get here and immediately clocked out as soon as they got to the hotel. Then attempted to attend a meeting today. Wild, he bit out in sharp, sarcastic thoughts. Maybe that ignored the busy week he’d already pushed through. Even if he usually had to rest the day after the rough descent down from orbit because that was what his body needed and that was meant to be okay.

John reached over to flick on one of the bedside lamps to make it easier on Scott. He squinted in the brightness but it was better than the main light. In the background was the rustle of biodegradable bags and the distinctive snap of takeaway containers being opened: Chinese, from the place he and Scott had really liked the last time they were here, predictable so he wouldn't have to deal with trying something new.

Objectively, the food smelled good but John’s stomach turned. He spent several amusing minutes poking at his noodles, trying to figure out whether it was merely his usual space issues or he was coming down with something.

Scott bumped his shoulder ever so gently. “I got the not too spicy ones for you in case you weren’t feeling so good.”

“Thanks, Scott.” John’s voice came tiny and squeezed out. 

He picked up a mouthful and they were okay, it was him that was at the point of so hungry he was nauseous, and Scott had realised that he hadn't had lunch or dinner and made sure to bring back food John would like. Because he was thoughtful and he cared, and John had the best big brother so why did that make him want to cry?

They ate in silence. Companionable silence. It was kinda nice actually, just sharing space with Scott.

John did not cry all over his brother and his noodles. He would’ve gotten his tablet to read on and distract himself except he’d need his glasses which were in his bag, though he could turn up the font size, except the headache made staring into a bright screen currently unpalatable, so the entire point was moot.

He tipped his head back, resting it on the wall, then turned to Scott.

Scott had scoffed his entire meal far too quickly, shovelling noodles into his mouth with his set of chopsticks, whilst scrolling on his phone. Hair falling out of its careful gelling, top buttons of his blue business shirt undone, meeting out of the way and laughing at something inane, he seemed far more relaxed than this morning. Share space with Scott was nice because he too rarely got to.

John looked away. He pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping an arm around them, rocking slightly before it made him too dizzy. He stared off around the room, mostly to keep himself from giving in to the urge to worry at the numb, hollow wound in his thoughts. To map out its shape and form, going over it like the hole left by a pulled tooth. To not drag himself into a John classic overthinking spiral, and attempt to ground himself or whatever. 

The room. Too much beige. Carpet, curtains, walls, really what were they thinking? 

John liked colour. He’d chosen the stripes running throughout Thunderbirds Five and his bright orange baldric with the matching narrower lines through his uniform on purpose. They broke up the monotony of whites and greys space stations were far too prone to and he soaked it up, everything from the stickers and few books in his little room to the colour coded holotabs that displayed each of his siblings’ vitals. Bright and vivid, they reminded him of alive, alive, alive. 

Here, even the abstract painting was nearly monochrome. Virgil would have a lot to say but John could only muster a vague disgust towards it. Or maybe it was mostly his mood turning to harshly critical.The place was nice enough, clean and neat, nearest to TI. They didn't need fancy. 

Hints of the darkened evening view shone through the gaps between the curtains in the form of city lights. John had watched the sunset in hours previous briefly paint the dimness of the room through slitted eyelids. 

There had been the colour he wanted, but he’d ignored it instead of opening the curtains up to the light like he usually would in lieu of visible stars. He had stared at the wall, drifting in his thoughts amongst the achy pain and exhaustion instead of choosing to do literally anything else.

And here he was overthinking, doing exactly what he wasn't supposed to be doing. Fantastic job, John.

Doors to the hallway and bathroom, both shut, John listed. Lamp on Scott’s bedside table, dark grey, not black, switched off.

The blue blanket Scott brought everywhere lay as a bright splash on top of the covers of Scott’s bed, a familiar sight no matter where they were.

They didn't have to share a room, with the large beds on each side where John took the one nearest the window under claim it would be better for the stargazing he wouldn't do because of the light pollution but would make Scott edgy from feeling too exposed and too far from the exits. His brother’s face had crumpled in relief before he’d gleefully bounced on his bed like he was totally still five, as John laughed with him. 

With their money they could easily afford two, could get the frankly a waste of money whole penthouse suite of rooms, but they didn't need to. And it was nice to be close.

He and Scott hadn't regularly shared a room since before Alan had been born, and John was fully aware that as adults it would drive them both mad within a week, but on the occasional business trip or even rarer holiday, it was nice. Waking up disorientated and jet lagged in the middle of last night, he’d fallen back to sleep to big brother’s calm, even breathing. Plus Scott could look over and reassure himself at least John was here and okay, as substitute for checking in on all his little brothers before he turned in.

…it had actually been a bit after Alan had been born that the rooms had been shuffled. When it had been Mum and Dad and baby Allie he had to sneak past to go stargaze outside for a few months until Alan was big enough and got the cot, sharing a room with Gordon. Then it was him and Virgil so Scott as the eldest, encouraged by Dad, could have his own room. 

Virgil was a lot quieter and less prone to dragging him into crazy schemes, and John had loved sharing a room with him, of course he did, but something had still ached as he helped take Scott’s aeroplane posters down from between his glow in the dark stars to put them up on bare blue walls that smelt of new paint. Virgil had never woken up when John went to stargaze, no matter what he tripped over or how much he swore, so he never came with him on those forbidden midnight trips either. Scott had. 

But after Mum, because John was evidently all for following miserable trains of thought tonight, Scott technically had still shared a room with them. Just when no one, especially Dad, would notice. John had woken up to the door opening after everyone else was asleep each night to Scott tiptoeing in to curl up on the floor between his and Virgil’s beds, wrapped in the blue baby blanket that had been Allie’s until it was put away but had originally been knitted by Mum for Scott.

John had always shuffled over to make room for Scott beside him. Scott shouldn’t be alone, he wasn't meant to be alone but everyone had known that evidently except for Dad. He’d always woken up at dawn when Scott left too…

Scott’s hand back on his shoulder startled him, and between the flinch he barely processed the worried, “Earth to John?” 

A wave of dizziness hit and John buried his head in his knees. 

“Sorry,” John mumbled.

“No apologies needed.”

Scott gently took the container of noodles out of his hand which he was holding and had kinda forgotten about, even as the pointed edges dug into his palm. John’d only managed half of his before he had to put it aside. Maybe later, if he got over the nausea. 

Scott held out an arm, giving John the option of being pulled into a hug. He swallowed and shuffled closer, then leant against Scott. 

[yumenotambourin]

Can you tell me more about your Elfilis pleaaseeee

AAA TYSM FOR ASKING!!!s

Okay so I’m not really good with open questions, but I’ll just dump whatever comes to my mind, if you want to know something specific feel free to ask!! I’ve been rotating them in my mind nonstop for two years I’d never be able to write everything.

First of all, my Lizzie is the Ultimate Lifeform. What does that mean, you may ask? Well, to put it simply, they are meant to* be the pinnacle of evolution, a being capable of anything, a being that cannot be outmatched.

*I say they are meant to because they are not a product of evolution. They are an angel birthed by Void’s feeling of being alive(???).

So, Elfilis is the perfect being. And knowing this has made them grow arrogant and self absorbed, although not exactly with malice. They are aware that they are genetically superior to any other being in the universe, and they treat others (who they call “inferior beings”) with I don’t really know how to explain this but with less disdain and more condescension. They essentially treat everyone around them like a little child might treat bugs: as tiny, insignificant things who can be fun to watch but even more to squash.

That’s kinda why they destroy planets, too. They just think it’s fun, and they genuinely don’t see anything wrong within it because they see themselves as above “pointless inferior concepts” such as morality. They also never really had a home, instead they travel from planet to planet, only briefly stopping to rest before blowing them up with no remorse, so they have little to no concept of consequences or society, and they dismiss these things as being below them. Also, they don’t destroy these planets due to ill feelings, in fact they love visiting different ones, but they simply don’t see the point in letting the planets continue existing after they’ve seen them (sorry if I’m not explaining well I’m just a bit tired)

Btw going on a little tangent here but today I was translating old Japanese mouce posts and one of them said “I find their arrogance inspiring” 😭 emoji)I mean I get what they’re saying, and honestly same but not worded it like that 😭 but maybe I have to look better what each word means.

Throughout their unmeasurably long existence, Elfilis never even thought of the possibility of being defeated. They are a smart mous, but they are also painfully overconfident and reckless to a fault. Which is, for example, why they let themself be run over, or get captured in the first place.

Lizzie was captured with guns. They might have healing abilities, but when the thing that hurts you stays inside of their body it actually made it worse. So they were shot until they passed out from the pain.

While in captivity, Elfilis spent the vast majority in their dream world, using it to explore the outside through the visitors’ memories and trying their best to pretend like everything is alright, waking only to see Neichel.

Btw, they’re very torn on their feelings towards Neichel, because on one hand she kept them company and stood by their side the entire time and they grew attached to her, while on the other hand she stole their song and exploited them like the rest, plus the sole fact that she is a human.

Also the New Worlders' feelings about Elfilis were mixed between fear, wonder and tenderness(like 🥺), no matter how much hatred one could hold for a being who attempted to destroy their planet, for nearly everyone it vanished the moment they saw how beautiful and miserable this creature was.

But Lab Discovera was sooo close to develop technology beyond anything humanity could've ever imagined, and if they frred the mous they'd have all the more reason to turn this planet to dust. So its better to keep them caged, right...?

Anyways, their decision to split was a stupid impulsive choice they made in the heat of the moment during a failed attempt at escape. They figured that by ejecting all their feelings would’ve allowed them to reason better, and the half of themself outside could help the half of them inside escape. They certainly didn’t expect to spawn two babies and condemn them to suffer for millennia.

In the present, Elfilis greatly loves their little ones, and takes on the role of the cool older sibling for them. They want the Gemini to be as happy as possible to make up for all the suffering they’ve put them through. Btw, they don’t want the babies to necessarily follow their footsteps, but they want them to at least be aware that they, too, are perfect like their sibling.

Btw they despise Kirby for being a “bad influence” on Elfilin and for trying to prevent them from existing just cause he made a little friend and for running them over, but they tolerate him because he undoubtedly makes their babies happy.

They also often pick on Meta Knight, mainly to tease Elfilin cause he admires him, but also cause they see that he’s trying to make himself look cooler by acting the way Galacta is (falsely) portrayed in the present and they think its funny.

Btw the were also a Gucci Gangster, specifically the healer of the team. Due to void shenanigans they can’t remember much of their other two friends, but meeting Kirby and Meta Knight unlocked their memories of Galacta. They miss him very much but they’re somehow sure they’d be able to bring him back one way or another.

Okay so its 2 am so that’s all for today, I repeat I’m not too good with open questions so if you want to know more please feel free to ask!!!

[saras-devotionals]

Quiet Time 4/18

What am I feeling today?

A little overwhelmed and frustrated. I’m having a hard time balancing my spiritual life as well as other aspects (school, work, practice, etc.). I want to exceed in all but I just have no motivation to keep going

The Prideful Soul’s Guide to Humility

Pride is so wasteful. So much time is wasted because of pride. So much money and energy is wasted because of it. Those of us in the kingdom of God have a divine mission, and we have limited amounts of time, money and energy to carry it out. But how many of these valuable resources are wasted simply because of how stubborn, resistant and prideful we can be.

Think of all the time wasted when disciples could have been using an evening to find someone new to bring to Christ. Instead, those hours were spent trying to get some brother or sister who knew better to let go of their pride and just let God work. There is really no way to estimate how many hours could have been used for fresh impact on a waiting world that were instead spent trying to convince a prideful Christian of something that humility would have grasped in a moment

Pride is a nasty thing. Pride is as wicked as it gets. Pride hurts. Pride wastes. Ultimately, pride kills.

Reflection:

I think my problem is being honest with myself on the reality of it all. I always knew that I was a stubborn person that liked things my way (as I believe most people are) but I never saw myself as prideful. I never thought of it as an issue for me.

Looking through this book, I can see that I am prideful. I take pride in my academics and my looks. Actually I used to be very prideful of how smart I was when I was young but that took a crushing blow when I went on to middle school. Even in high school, I did even worse, getting Cs and Ds and actually wondering if a university would take me or if I’d have to end up going to community college. Even my freshman year of college was brutal and I failed a class. Tbh, I think that helped in knocking down my pride. I’m doing much better in school now by God’s grace because I really don’t know how else I could’ve continued going through nursing school if I didn’t have Him to rely on.

I know I began taking pride in my looks around middle school or early high school because that’s when I finally started getting attention from guys. I thought myself better than so many others and I’d go all out every day, wishing to outshine everyone with pretty outfits and showing off. In hindsight, it was kinda ridiculous but I took pride in it. Freshman year of college also brought me back down again - I had to get rid of more than half my clothes, I broke out terribly - my skin was the worst it’s ever been, I gained close to 30lbs and was the biggest I’d ever been. All of that really ruined my confidence and any pride I had in my looks.

Thinking back now, maybe this was God’s way of humbling me. Take things away I was prideful in as an attempt to break me down to a point where I would be willing to go to Him. Or maybe not, because when I did start studying the Bible was the period in my life where everything had turned around, I felt on top of the world and then I became a disciple and I do have this fear that if I enjoy too much what I have right now, God will just take it all away again.

I should clarify, I’m still prideful in my heart. Because I do still take pride in my looks and academics but I wonder where’s the line? Am I not supposed to be happy of my grades? Should I not feel good that I like the way I look? At what point does it become pride and how do I prevent myself from going there?

Additionally, I need to take it more seriously. I always saw pride as an annoying trait in other people but never really sinful. But after reading how God views it, how do I have that message move from my head to my heart that pride is truly deadly and I need to cut it from my life completely.

[boxwinebaddie]

hi uncle nina! sorry if this is kinda overbearing, but you havent posted anything today so i just wanna check in and make sure youre doing okay! <3

oh my god, sweetheart!!! this is not overbearing AT ALL! this is extremely thoughtful and makes me feel extremely validated. <3

i'm sorry for causing concern, but ty for being concerned about me.

because the school year is coming to a close, things around me at work have been pretty intense, so i've been tossed around like a ragdoll the past week and haven't had much time to write as a result. i also haven't been sleeping very well and rush a lot in the mornings, so i've forgotten to take my mood stabilizer the past couple of days which makes me v sluggish, zombie-ish and unpleasant in general. :/

...when i am like that, as a weird way of sparing you, i suppose, i try not to post on here too much because it feels quite shitty indeed for you to get a notification for my blog just to watch me bitch n moan.

however, i have taken my medication today and feel bad for fumbling kyle week...as we know i'm not really good at holding myself accountable or making deadlines. oddly enough, it's not that i don't want to answer my questions, it's just that other than not being able to really find the time recently, i just can't find the right...words?

( this ask is long and irrelevant, but read if you wish. ilysm. )

or, rather, i don't feel knowledgeable enough the subjects to answer? specifically in the areas of my tsot/tfbw styles and ncuniverses, i feel a little insecure because i don't know sp or the games as well as many other people do, so i'm trying to speed watch episodes/watch speed runs of the games online so i can at least keep some canon intact?

i also am finding that creating and understanding how high fantasy universes work is...difficult? lmao? also because i did crazy stuff with mutations and science and politics in my tfbw ncuniverse, that's also complicated and out of my wheelhouse...tldr: i have big ideas, but i'm not very good at backing them in fact or doing analytical stuff.

but...iiiiii need to, lmao. mental illness, but if i make a universe it has to be fully realized, it has to all make as much sense as possible, echo the canon, enhance it, feel real and be fluid...so if i'm not around too much it's because i'm trying to bolster myself with my sp knowledge ( ik, i'm a fake fan ) and watch/read/research high fantasy concepts and superhero/scientific fiction/dystopian stuff...so if anyone has any recommendations for me to watch or learn from in those realms, i'd appreciate it. again, this is intense...but i care a lot about my craft.

and specifically crafting something worthy of all of you, that makes sense, lives and breathes, reflects the show we love & is interesting.

ANYWAYS!!!! with that said, i got a cool ask about whether or not i have a gunslinger kyle? which? not yet? BUT YOU'RE A GENIUS BABY I AM SOOOOO ON IT!!! please let me cook and watch some things because actually, oh my god, i am very down. i'll update you. i might make a board to gather ideas, omg, omg, it'll be SPICY.

i got an ask about princess kylie, which, bless you, i am also still developing her character, i am going to pour over the books, watch some GOT, do some mapping out, watch some intricate dnd play throughs...and have some answers for you very soon: hang on, baby.

( she's little, bitchy, prissy and does need to be babysat, i'm afraid. )

got some on jersey i'm excited about! sorry for writing that ask meme about the sour skittles like that, again, writing has been trying for me lately and i had a concept that i wanted to share but wasn't sure how to express that. if you guys are alright with getting my asks in the form of notes some times i would appreciate it! anyways, keep your eyes out for some of those...if kyle week runs into next week, sorry.

idk...this is so long. all this to say...i'm really sorry? i haven't been a very solid creator lately, but i'm a little unstable rn. but i am working on it and i hope to be back on the horse by tonight and share my notes at least and show you guys how my brain is working.

in the mean time, please direct as many questions as you would like in the direction of riley, teri and ana who not only are epic writers but have been an epic support system/helping me get back into things.

thank you for caring, thank you for reading...keeping up with this blog and the questions and creating constantly is sometimes challenging, but very rewarding. i promise that i am not neglecting my asks or all of you because i don't care, its actually because i care very much and only want to give you stuff that is awesome and cool and well researched. so, again, just give me a second to get my barings and while it kind of eats at my bad bpd brain i might try and share stuff with you guys that's half baked because the feedback might help.

tldr: i love you, this made no sense, i'm a mess, but i am fine.

miss you and love you. happy kyle week.

-uncle nina

[bloodhoundluke]

nervous ✧ luke hemmings [university au]

description: luke and y/n met on their first year of university. they connected with each other in a way no one else could understand. they are best friends but in secret, luke had caught feelings towards y/n within the first weeks of getting to know each other. little does he know, the feelings are mutual. today, y/n is going to a party alone and feels anxious about it. a drunken late night conversation leads to a late night gesture y/n didn't see coming.

pairing: best friend!reader x luke hemmings

warnings: social anxiety, alcohol consumption, cursing, angst, fluff. please let me know if there's anything else.

word count: 2,1k-ish.

a/:n: i haven't published anything in a while, so i am kinda nervous...🥺 i hope you like this! 💙 and ps. if you are struggling with social anxiety, or anxiety, know that you're not alone. i am always here to listen, and i am sure many others are too. <333 i think this could be a series, let's see what the future holds...

You had promised to attend a party tonight, and the time was moving unpleasantly fast. Irrational and chaotic thoughts filled your brain. The only one who could make this better was your best friend of two years. Luke. That's why you had invited him to your place earlier. Before Luke arrived, you had paced all around your apartment and tried to calm yourself down. Needless to say, you failed to do so.

"But Luke, I don't go to parties. Not usually. And especially not without you", you sighed and checked yourself on the full-body mirror in your bedroom. You turned to to Luke whose tall body was leant against the wall. The curly-haired best friend of yours had help you paint your apartment, and thanks to him, you managed to paint the bedroom walls dark blue. Thinking back now, a different shade of blue would have been better. Baby blue.

"I know, I know. I promise you'll get through it. If you feel horrible, text me. And do those breathing exercises you talked about? And Y/N, you can always leave if you don't want to be there", Luke shifted his gaze from his hands to your eyes.

"I know you're probably right. But in my head, it's a different story. What if they don't like me? What if I say all the wrong things? What if they end up hating me? What if I-", you were soon interrupted by Luke's hand which covered your mouth for a few seconds.

"Y/N, sit down". You did as you were told, and Luke sat down next to you on your bed. 

"Your feelings are valid. But I promise you'll be okay. Look at me, hmm?".

You looked at his baby blue eyes, which always made you smile. They were so pretty. And calming. Luke's whole presence was calming. You were gutted that he couldn't go with you. He cupped your hands in his and smiled that effortlessly beautiful smile you've grown to love.

"Come to the store if the party's terrible. I wish I could get someone to cover my shift, but I can't", he sighed. He had been working at the vinyl store for nearly a year now, mostly doing night shifts hence most of his lectures were in the morning. His thumbs gently caressed the palm of your hands.

"It's okay. I'll be okay, Lu", you affirmed. You didn't want him to worry any more than he already did. You felt bad for opening up about your anxiety to him, but you simply couldn't keep it in.

"I know you'll be. Just annoyed can't be there with you. Would be fun to get shit-faced with you", he commented and his lips curved into an inviting smile.

"I know right? Can't believe we haven't done that in months", you giggled. You loved how Luke could always make things so much better. Without him, you'd feel like something would be missing from your life. "Yeah", he agreed and let go of your hands. You felt your heart sank. His touch made you feel something you didn't want to feel towards your best friend.

You packed your clutch with the essentials and got changed into a little black dress and a plaid shirt. Like always, Luke helped you pick up the outfit. He was especially keen on the low strappy heels covered in glitter. You were convinced he was your personal stylist, as you were the same to him. You and Luke left your apartment and were soon met by the chilly autumnal air. Thank god it didn't rain. It wouldn't have been a surprise if it would have, since you were living in London. As you were about to part your ways, he wished you good luck with the most charming smile you had ever seen. You wished him good luck too, knowing he was irritated to go to work tonight.

For as long as you could remember, you had struggled with social anxiety. Sometimes, it made you feel so small. And at other times, it felt like people could see you too much. As if you were the only one people were concentrating at. You weren't much of a fan of attention. You just wanted to belong somewhere. And Luke surely made you feel like that. He was the most supportive friend you could ask for. You didn't understand what you had done to deserve him. Whatever it was, you were eternally grateful for it. You had told him things you hadn't told anyone else. You could trust him with your deepest and darkest secrets. And the best part was that you knew he could never judge you. 

You arrived at the party. The place was packed with people. That just aggravated your nerves. You felt like a nervous wreck. Holy shit. How am I going to get through this? What if I say some stupid shit and make a complete fool of myself? Damn, I gotta stop overthinking. You tried to shake off the gnarly thoughts and kept on walking directly to the kitchen. You put on a wide smile and tried to look for the person who invited you in the crowd. Her name was Kacey, you remembered.

You made some small talk with Kacey and her friend, Raye. They were giggly and polite, you liked them. They introduced you to their friends Farrah and Jackson, too. They were drunk, but you couldn't blame them since the exam season was at its peak. You were getting tipsy too. It was easing your nerves and you were pretty happy with that. The party had gone alright, you hadn't said anything even remotely embarrassing, you thought. Some people were playing beer pong, some dancing along to the music and others were deep in conversation. 

Luke had sent you texts and funny memes every chance he could get. He was asking how the party was, how many people were there, the usual stuff. He told how his shift was going boringly. He sent you a plethora of emojis too. Especially the white heart ones. Something about his supportive - even protective - behavior made you smile like an idiot. He was adorable, you knew that. You had always known that. But what you didn't know was how he was anxiously tapping his fingers on the table at work. How he was trying to make the time go faster by reorganizing the vinyls on the shelves. He was eagerly waiting for his shift to be over so he could come and surprise you at the party. 

It was 9:15pm, which meant Luke's shift had ended 15 minutes ago. You texted him about that and he didn't answer. Maybe he was driving to his apartment, you figured. Or maybe he was working over-time.

"Oh my god. Who's that beautiful man over there? He's like...literally so gorgeous", Farrah gushed. You turned around to see who she was talking about. In the sea of people, there he was. Luke. What on earth is going on?

"Y/N! Hi", Luke came up to you and smiled widely. You instantly went to hug him and he wrapped his arms around you. "What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at home?", you beamed and looked at the baby blues of his.

"I couldn't miss the party, could I?", he commented and you let go of him, secretly wanting to hug him a little while longer. But if you did, people would probably start talking. Over the course of being friends with him, many people thought you were dating. You didn't quite understand why since you acted like best friends normally would.

"And getting shit-faced with me", you added. He nodded eagerly and you two disappeared to do some shots. The night continued on by dancing on tables and having fun. Luke wanted to sing karaoke and wanted you to be his crowd, so there you were standing with a margarita in your hands. His song choice was Bruises by Lewis Capaldi. 

His voice was heavenly. Angelic. You had learned that when you two were singing karaoke during the first year of university. You had absolutely slaughtered the Panic! At the Disco song, but Luke on the other hand, had sounded like an angel. Luke had told you that he wanted to start his own band, but couldn't get anyone to join it. That made you gloomy. You knew how much he loved to sing. And play guitar and piano. You were starting to believe that there was nothing he couldn't really do (if you didn't count cooking which he was down-right terrible at). 

The clock hit midnight and you led Luke outside to get some air. You sat on a garden bench together and talked about the party. Both of you were enjoying yourselves, being more than just tipsy from the alcohol you had been consuming.

"Am so glad you came", you confessed and took a little sip of the water cup. You didn't want to be really hungover tomorrow. 

"Yeah, me too. We should do this more often. Party, I mean. I have so much fun with you", he giggled his famous drunken giggle. You nodded, making him know you agreed.

"Y/N?".

"Yeah?".

"Can I kiss you?".

What? Did you really hear that? That he asked that?

You choked down on your water and coughed for what it felt like forever. With an amused look on his face, Luke looked at you and bit his lower lip. It was like he knew what he was doing to you. "What do you mean? Kiss?", you asked him since you wanted to know what his intentions were. And if you really had heard his question right.

"Well, usually when people talk about kissing, they mean...putting their lips together?", the dark blonde elaborated with his left eyebrow lifted.

"Yes, I know the definition of kissing, ya idiot", you slapped his shoulder gently, a chuckle escaping your mouth. "Hey!", Luke chuckled along with you. After a brief moment of silence, he opened his mouth to ask you a question.

"So, what do you think?".

In your mind, he seemed to be serious. But you couldn't help yourself from analyzing his intentions behind the question. He was just drunk and affectionate, you convinced yourself.

"Honestly, I don't...know. Things could get awkward and who knows, maybe we wouldn't even want to see each other again after that. And if the kiss is shit, it'd be disappointing. And I am not that experienced of a kisser, so I can guarantee you you'd be disappointed. Big time. You've kissed like dozens of girls before me, so...yeah. I don't know", you rambled and tried to make sense of your thoughts. You wanted to kiss him, of course. It's not like you hadn't thought of it like thousand of times.

"Well, the easy question is, the determining one in my head...do you want kiss me?", he asked.

After a brief moment of silence, you nodded and fixated on your hands which rested on your lap. You didn't want to look at him, but couldn't fight the sudden urge to do so. So you did. Luke had moved closer to you. And his drink was no longer in his hands. Instead, it was laying on the ground.

"In that case, no more excuses. Let me kiss you Y/N? I promise it won't be shit. It's you", he convinced with his head tilted to the side.

"Uh...okay?", you nervously answered him, not knowing if the question was directed at yourself or him. Or both.

He cupped your face with his ring adorned hands and you couldn't help but giggle. Sure, he had touched you before. But not like this. He lifted your head and your eyes met his.

And it felt like in seconds, his lips were on yours. It felt gentle, insecure. Still, it made butterflies fly in your stomach. You answered his kiss and closed your eyes to enjoy the heartfelt moment. And just as quickly as he had put your lips on yours, he pulled away from you with a beaming smile on his face. You swore he had never looked as handsome. Calling him a Greek statue would be a great understatement.

"Was it okay? I am sorry if things are weird now", he licked his lips slightly and scratched the back of his neck. 

"It was more than okay, Luke. I wanted it. Don't worry. You were great", you assured him. You couldn't believe he was the one having doubts of himself. But that was one of the things you liked about Luke. He was down to earth, but sometimes you wished he had a lot more self-confidence.  

"Good, 'cause I felt so fuckin' nervous to do that", he confessed and you giggled as a response. He was nervous? You couldn't believe your ears. And just as you turned away from looking at him, he shot another question at you.

"Wanna do it again?".

© 2023 bloodhoundluke.

[blainesebastian]

long distance (ccg universe)

words: 1,704 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request): austin’s about to leave for about a month for something and you’re feeling a little emotional about it even though you totally support him and get a little weepy about it and just basically him reassuring you before he leaves  notes: all the austin butler love bumped me into 3k+ followers-- so thank you everyone xoxo appreciate every single one of you!  notes2: this is part of the ‘coffee cart girl’ universe but can be read alone. masterlist on my sidebar! :)  warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff

Regardless of how strong the foundation is between you and Austin, how much you’ve been through in your relationship, you’re never quite ready for a bigger separation. You’ve done smaller things—he’s a busy man, you know that, kinda comes with the entire package deal of dating an actor. One week here or there where he’s just completely unavailable, only able to check in with you via Facetime or phone calls in a hotel room. You know better than to get upset at this point, keeping so many emotions to yourself, because the last thing you want to do is upset Austin because that’s all it ever ends up doing. You support him, of course, but you don’t want him feeling guilty by association.

Regardless, weeks are easier to get through than a month—that’s what you’re dealing with today, coming to grips that Austin is getting on a plane and leaving for another country, almost like a tour of interviews, events, parties…all without you. It’s not like he hasn’t invited you, he has, you just…can’t picture leaving home for that long span of time, even though you’re hoping it’ll go fast. With everything going on with the filming of your script, you want to be on set, present, there to see the entire thing unfold. Austin completely understands that and wishes he could be there for you instead of packing to leave.

Sitting on his bed cross-legged, you watch him load up a suitcase, carefully folding clothes, shoes and fancier outfits into layers. He’s quiet and you already know that means he’s got a lot on his mind, your eyes traveling along the lines of his body, up to the soft pinch between his eyebrows and the soft curls of his dirty blonde hair.

“You’re gonna get wrinkles like that.” You tease and you seem to snap his attention away from his thoughts. He blinks at you before a ghost of a smile appears on his lips, “Worrying?”

“I don’t like leavin’ you.” Austin says, standing at his full height to survey what he has left to put in his suitcase.

“Well that’s good because otherwise that might be a red flag,” You pick up a pair of socks to toss at him and he annoyingly catches them before letting them drop into his suitcase.

“With everythin’ you got going on with the script and movie, all the hard work you’re puttin’ in,” He shakes his head, zipping up his luggage. You don’t think he’s done with it exactly but it looks like he doesn’t want to work on it anymore, pushing it off the bed until it hits the floor with a thunk. “I wanted to be here for all that.”

You swallow over a lump in your throat, attempting to be strong about this because he does not need to see you all weepy. He’s already touch-n-go with the whole situation anyways and there’s really no decision about it, he has to go, it’s part of his job. Just like you have to stay to oversee what’s developing for you. Just the way the universe works sometimes and you definitely don’t want to sound like you’re somehow ungrateful, especially when it comes to the opportunities you have to turn your written work into something real.

Would it be even better if Austin was here? Of course. But this is long from being over…and he’ll be back before you know it. Right?

You watch him crawl into bed and lie down on his stomach in front of you, propping himself up onto his elbows. His fingers play with a hole in your jeans at the knee and you can’t help but lean down and press your nose and lips into his hair. There’s a soft kiss there, breathing in the scent of his shampoo, skin.

You’re not gonna cry, you can be strong about this—you repeat the words over and over in your head like a mantra.

“You know better than anyone how much goes into filming something,” You say quietly, pulling back a little, “You won’t miss too much. I’m sorry I can’t come with you.”

Austin shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your knee, which is so weird but intimate that it makes you chuckle. Picking up your hand, you run it through his hair, scrubbing at his scalp a little.

Clearing your throat, you attempt to shake away the sensation, “I mean, you’re gonna be so busy anyways—fancy parties, tux events, meeting new people, talking about exciting projects—gonna forget all about everythin’ I’m doing here.”

“Don’t say that,” Austin tips his head up to look at you, eyes so blue and gentle, “I know you’re kiddin’ but…I can hear it in your tone, you’re worried I actually might.”

You sometimes forget how well he actually knows you, how he can pick up on those small things. It’s something that means a lot to you that he does, he never lets your emotions slip between the cracks, the communication in your relationship is so strong.

It’s why you know that…even if you need reminders, or even if it’s scary, that this long-distance thing is gonna end up okay.

“Well,” You muse, playing with one of his curls, “It’s gonna be hard to forget about me anyways because I’m gonna like—Facetime you every day,” You tease, though not too far from the truth, “That squirrel that visits on your balcony all the time? Gonna make sure I call you for that.”

Austin grins, leaning up off the bed to move a bit towards you, “Oh all the time?” He raises his eyebrows, “Like—what about when we’re gettin’ in the shower, how bout that?” He asks, playfully attempting to lift the bottom of your shirt up.

You smack his hand away but it’s impossible to stop him from laying on you, a series of giggles leaving your lips as he maps his body along yours, pressing you down into the mattress.

“I suppose something like that could be arranged.” You shrug, “We’ll see.”

He cuts off your last word with a kiss. There’s nothing else to do but count down time on a calendar.

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For the most part, you’ve had your general concerns and freak-outs in private, and both you and Austin have talked through a lot to prepare for him leaving. You trust him, you’re not worried about that or the distance or the fact that it’ll be difficult but you’ll find time to talk to one another at least once a day. It’s not any of that. It’s…the missing him part that keeps sneaking up on you.

And you were doing a great job managing those feelings until you pulled up to the airport to drop Austin off.

Richard, Austin’s bodyguard that he’s had for a while now through different projects, is set to meet him right inside before security. So you’ve got a few minutes left to yourselves as you slide out of the car and help him organize his suitcases onto the sidewalk outside the glass doors he has to walk through. You might have offered to go in with him but…honestly the extra time doesn’t mean it’s any less hard, you still have to separate, and you’re not in the mood to put up with any fans that might recognize him.

“Well uh,” You clear your throat, wringing your hands together in front of yourself, “See you soon?” Because you can’t get the word goodbye out from underneath your tongue.

He smiles a little but you can tell he’s having trouble too, voice a bit of a thicker drawl as he says, “Yeah, it’ll fly by—alright? Be back here before you know it.”

God, you clamp down on your tongue between your teeth so hard so you don’t start crying and yet the ugliest sound comes out of your mouth. So fucking embarrassing because all you wanted to do is stay strong for him and now you’re doing this?

“Oh babe,” Austin laughs gently, not at you but definitely in empathy, “C’mere, stop.”

“Oh my god,” You sniffle, covering your face with one of your hands as Austin wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. His one hand threads through your hair as the other traces circles into your back, “I swore I was not gonna do this—just leave me on the sidewalk, go to your flight.”

He smirks, pressing a long kiss to your hairline, “It’s okay,” He murmurs, “We’re gonna be fine, alright?”

“It’s not that,” You shake your head, glancing up at him.

Austin looks at you a long moment, nodding, his hands cupping both of your cheeks and wiping away tear tracks with his thumbs. “I already miss you too.” Because of course he knows, your heart fluttering to hear he feels the exact same way.

There are a few moments where he just holds you, keeps you close, threads his fingers through your hair and removes as many tears as he can from your cheeks. There are many kisses shared, as many as you can before he eventually takes a step back. The heat from his touch lingers.

“Hey,” Austin says as he picks up one of his bags, “Don’t be fallin’ in love with anyone bringing you coffee on set, alright?”

A genuine laugh leaves your lips, “I’ll try my best so that doesn’t happen.”

Austin winks at you, picking up his other bag before taking a soft breath. There’s this lingering, he doesn’t want to go, and he leans forward to kiss you one more time. “I love you.”

You share a soft smile, “I love you too.” Before he turns to walk into the airport.

You stand there for a long few moments, watching him disappear, waiting even longer to will your body to move. Sniffling, you wipe your face before getting back into your car, squeezing the steering wheel before nodding. There’s a soft smile tugging the corners of your mouth as you think about Austin and straighten your shoulders—

The emotions might be hard, strong, sometimes painful, but you know that’s what is going to make him coming home and back to you that much sweeter.

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