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luveline · 2 years

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jade roan being jealous of eddie cause reader is taking care of eddie on a sick day, i know youre working on halloween reqs but i just cant get this off my mind 😭😭 hope you do this after the celebration 💗

thank you for your request! roan being jealous / sad because you're being really sweet on her dad and leaving her out :( ♡ dad!eddie x fem!reader | 1.8k words

"Hello, Mr. Munson," you say quietly, unsurprised to find Eddie exactly where you'd left him.

"Roan?" he asks hoarsely.

You want to ask something sarcastic, like No, why? Have I shrunk? But he's really pitifully ill, so you answer his implied question without any wit. "She had to pee. I thought she was gonna wet herself in the car, she couldn't stop wiggling."

"Told her she has to stop holding it, she'll," — Eddie coughs, a crunchy, awful sound — "hurt herself."

"I know," you murmur, raking a limp curl away from his weathered face. You know pretty much everything there is to know about Roan at this point, and near enough the same about him.

You kiss his cheek and linger there. You love taking care of him because he's yours, but you miss your healthy, present Eddie too. Poor guy's been sick for almost a week now, and while Roan has helped out endlessly by being on her best behaviour, you need him to keep the ship afloat. Thankfully, he seems to be in the recovery process, and his fever's been gone for days.

"You feeling any better?"

"I feel awesome," he says, dropping a heavy arm around your back.

You take his face into both hands. You'd worried he'd make you sick too at first but whatever it is he has he's yet to pass on. You figure if it was catching you would've felt it by now, and you can't say you care too much when you steal a kiss. He tries his very best to reciprocate, his exhale hot as it fans over your top lip.

He peels his dry eyes open as you pull away, and you remind yourself to get him a hot towel or a tea tincture, something to ease the soreness.

"You're on the up and up, handsome," you say.

Eddie's never been sick like this while you've been together. Colds and the flu when you have a kid as young as Roan are a given; you've both fallen victim to her runny noses and sore throats a thousand times. They're easy enough to work through, especially when Eddie makes his lemon and honey tea. But this sickness, a virus, has had Eddie up against the wall. He's really worried you.

He can see it on your face.

"I'm actually feeling way better," he says, sounding extremely like himself despite the undertone of scratchiness to his voice. "Got a damn good nurse looking after me."

Roan's footsteps echo up the stairs. You don't turn to look at her as she enters the bedroom, hand stroking sweet, shaky lines down his stubbly cheeks.

"Hey, Roanie," he says, shifting so he can see her from behind you. "D'you have a good day at school? Come and tell us."

"Daddy!" she cheers, climbing up onto the bed and walking across it. Eddie pulls her skirt out of her tights where she's accidentally tucked it in, almost losing an arm as she collapses into his side.

"Roan," you chide gently, "be nice, baby, your dad's still fragile."

Eddie wraps his arm around, sending you a very grateful look as he says, "It's okay, I didn't like that arm very much anyway. Now c'mon, I wanna hear all about it. Did Stacy K remember her show and tell?"

Roan starts to recount the day's events, little legs tucked under her knees and the top of her body draped over Eddie's chest. You keep a selfish hand on the very edge of his face, thumb petting his cheek. After a short few minutes his eyes start to droop. He tightens his arm around Roan and rubs her back, her soft cardigan bunching up under his hand.

"Baby, I'm still feeling icky, okay? Maybe you can tell me the rest later?" he mumbles, hand slowing.

"You can tell me double," you offer distractedly, frowning at Eddie's unhappy face. He doesn't look peaceful anymore, he looks tired. Ragged.

"Okay," Roan says, kissing Eddie's cheek three times in a row. You can't tell if she's upset by his lack of attention. She doesn't look upset, but she can be surprisingly deceptive.

She slides off of the bed. Her steps stop at the door. "Mom?" she asks.

You beam at Eddie's dozing face and give his slack cheek another quick kiss.

"What?" you ask Roan, turning away from her dad with a smile. Everytime she calls you 'mom' it makes your day, and today is no exception.

"Can we have spaghetti shapes?"

You squeeze Eddie's arm before you stand and meet her in the doorway, looking down at her mini features with a fond smile. "Yeah, we can have spaghetti shapes. They had princess one's in Bradley's," you say, suddenly excited as you remember.

"Really?"

"Mm. But there's spongebob if you want those ones instead."

Roan takes your hand and starts to pull you toward the steps. "Princess ones, duh! Please."

You watch Eddie's face until you can't, following Roan down the stairs and into the kitchen.

You love how it's started to look as much like her and Eddie's kitchen than just your own. Her drawings and certificates litter the fridge, a family portrait pride of place and secured with upwards of five magnets so it doesn't fall off. There's sugary cereal across the top of the bread cabinet and a safety catch on the drawer with all the batteries. Cartoon characters are everywhere — on plates, spoons, Roan's placemat, and the spaghetti shapes themselves. You crack open a can and place a pan over the burner.

"What do you want with them, princess? A dinner roll?"

She wraps herself around your legs. "Two dinner rolls."

"Yeah? You must be hungry from all the running around this morning."

When you'd dropped her off, her and her friend Jordan had decided they needed to run a race around the playground. You'd cheered from the sidelines.

"Can you pick me up?" she whines.

You drop the wooden spoon you'd been stirring her spaghetti with into the pan and look down at her pleading pout. "Aw, yeah, I'm sorry."

You pick her up and find her head quickly buried in your neck. She's almost as warm as the stovetop. You work your hand against her head and feel her temperature, concerned for a moment.

"I thought maybe you were sick like daddy, then, but you feel okay," you say softly, stroking curls back from her face. She's started hiding behind her hair like her dad more often. "Come out, I wanna see your lovely face."

Roan lifts her chin.

"That's what your dad said to me when we met. I'd never heard that word before I met you," you tell her.

"What word?"

"'Lovely,'" you say.

She smiles with you for a couple of seconds but then it falters, and she looks at your necklace instead. A gift from her and her dad for mother's day. You'd cried for hours.

"What's the matter?" you ask, eyebrows pinching together.

"Nothing."

You readjust your grip on her hips and lean back against the counter to stop from dropping her. She's getting heavier every single day.

"Are you sure? You can tell me."

Roan shrugs. It's adorable, though her next words are heartbreaking. "I don't know," she admits.

"Are you feeling sick?"

She shakes her head but won't look at you. You hold onto her tight and wait for her to continue, if she's even going to, the clock on the wall ticking in the quiet, the smell of spaghetti sauce sticky in your nose.

"Are you sad about something? Did you… have an accident?"

She shakes her head again. "No, I didn't. It's 'coz… I feel bad."

"But not sick?"

"Not sick."

"Oh no," you murmur, biting the inside of your bottom lip as her small face crumples. "Please tell me, Ro. I don't mind what it is, I promise."

"I feel bad," she says again. "I miss dad."

You feel your eyebrows jump. It makes sense for her to miss him, he's hardly awake when she's been home and they haven't had much time together all week. It's a sudden change. You feel very guilty very quickly for not realising it.

"I'm sorry," you tell her genuinely.

"I miss you, too. We don't have our hug after school now."

Your guilt amplifies by a thousand. You haven't been spending that time with her after school, too busy checking on your bed bound partner.

"Aw, Roan, I'm sorry, I've just been so worried about daddy, I didn't mean to forget."

"You've been giving daddy hugs," she says insistently.

You lean back further to take in her face. Her cheeks are red with blush, whether that be blood rush from embarrassment or injustice, you're unsure. She's frowning at your chin, eyes flicking up to meet yours. When she realises you're watching her she looks away and starts wiggling to be put down again.

"Roan, it's okay," you start, arms crossing over her back. You angle your face to get her attention, holding her gaze. Pretty brown eyes edged in dark, long eyelashes like her dad's. "It's okay, bub. Don't wriggle, I wanna talk to you. Can I talk to you?"

She pouts some more. You pout back, bringing a hand up to the back of her head.

"I'm sorry I haven't been giving you as much attention as you dad this week," you say. You want to explain how hard it's been to handle everything by yourself, but you don't think it's the kind of thing she should ever have to worry about. "I'm really sorry, Roan, daddy's been so sick that I've been thinking about him all the time when I needed to be thinking about you too. I didn't mean to make you feel bad." Feel bad, feel jealous, feel upset by your redirected affection. "I love you so much. I didn't mean to forget our hugs, but it's okay if you're mad."

Her spirits are lifted pretty swiftly after that. "We can hug again when daddy's not sick?" she asks.

"We can hug right now!" you say urgently, carding your hand through her hair.

"On the couch?"

"Yeah, princess, on the couch. You can even eat your dinner on it if you promise not to tell dad."

"You'll eat dinner with me?" she asks, suspicious.

No tricks. "I promise."

She smiles, a mirror image of her dad and all his mischief and her relief clear. "Okay, good, because I missed you and Teddy missed you and I didn't getta tell you about the rabbit we saw at school today. It was this big and it had pink eyes."

You smile at her, a mixture of love and guilt. You're lucky to have a daughter like her, forgiving and patient, and you're lucky her dad did such an amazing job at making her that way. Rest assured, you won't forget your after school hugs again, even if Eddie's two bad coughs from the ER.

He appears an hour later to find you snuggled up on the couch, jealous and petty about it as he slots himself between you both. You and Roan hold hands over his chest. Munson cuddle piles are the best.

more eddie and roan

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie and roan #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #kid fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fandom

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tomuras · 6 months

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| But Nobody Knows |

Pairing: Kaeya x Gn!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI MY BLOG IS NOT SFW, Heavily selfship coded yet again, He/HIm for Kaeya, No pronouns for Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Reader has hair, Reader has intrusive thoughts, Anxiety, Mental Health Themes, Reader has trust issues rip, Gender Neutral Reader, 1.1k words.

Summary: When one night Kaeya comes home to find you curled up in bed with tears stained to your face, he finds himself holding onto you so tightly that very night, that he feared he’d break you.

A/n: Happy Birthday Kaeya!! I love you, king.

The day had gone by slowly and painfully. Thoughts had poured through your mind endlessly like a rain of misery. You yearned for the moment you could go home and curl up into bed, close the curtains, and cry into the pillows, hopeful the next day allowed you to forget about all the agony you endured. It felt as if your insides were bursting from the seams, like your wounds had been badly stitched up only to be ripped apart in a poor attempt to contain all the turmoil inside of you. You sobbed into the pillows, hiding your face from any poor soul who dared to enter your room.

Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before someone came in. Not now, thankfully, but very, very soon. Hours had to have passed you by. The faint light in the room was now replaced with a deep darkness and the air surrounding was cold, so cold. You clawed at the pillow as you felt a pang in your heart, those tedious and horrible thoughts haunting you still. You took a few moments to catch your breath, gasping onto the fabric of the pillow sheets. It was then that you heard the front door to the house open.

Fuck, you thought. Your husband was definitely home. Quickly you wiped away your tears and pretended you were asleep, desperate to escape an uncomfortable conversation you definitely did not want to have. Hearing a light knock at the door you immediately acted as if you were asleep.

“Sweetheart? Is everything alright?” Kaeya asked you with obvious worry in his voice.

No reply from you, but a few tears fell down your face as you squeezed your eyes shut. Kaeya cautiously opened the door, asking if you were alright, again. When he received no response he turned on a nearby lamp and slowly walked towards you, kneeling in front of your side of the bed where you laid. Kaeya said your name, waiting for a response, but still nothing. That’s when he proceeded to move the hair out of your face and reveal your very pained expression followed by fresh tears falling down your face.

He sighed. “Honey, I know you’re awake. Please, talk to me.” He pleaded with you to be honest with him, and you were far too weak to ignore his pleas. You could practically feel the pain in his voice.

Slowly opening your eyes you were met with his, his eyebrows were furrowed into a worried expression and you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit guilty. This is my fault, you thought to yourself. You had to tell him, had to confess your pain even if it felt uncomfortable and violating. Regardless, you chose to lift your head from the covers and tell Kaeya everything that had been running through your mind, all your worries and anxieties, and of course, he was so sweet afterwards. He climbed onto the bed and pulled you into his arms, stroking your hair gently as he told you how precious you were to him.

“It’s okay. It’ll all be okay, sweetie.” He reassured you.

You worried for a moment if he was actually telling the truth, or if this had all been some elaborate plan to get you to stop whining about your pain, but you knew that wasn’t the case, because that just isn’t in Kaeya’s nature to be so cruel. So, to calm your nerves and reduce your anxieties you reminded yourself of that. You reminded yourself of all the good and pure that Kaeya is and was. He would never lead you astray, never harm or deceive you, at least not without the best intentions. So, why should you question his love? The answer was simple, you shouldn’t and honestly, you didn’t want to. Not when he was holding you together, like glue holding a broken vase intact, with all the love and care he was physically able to feel for you.

A few moments went by of your crying when it suddenly subsided and you thought to yourself how lucky you were to have such a supportive man like Kaeya in your life. He was holding you. You were a fucking mess and he was holding you as if you’d turn to dust at any given second. In that brief moment you wondered how fucked up in the head you head to be to question something so intimate and caring as what Kaeya was currently doing for you, but instead of furthering your punishment you allowed yourself to let go. Relinquishing yourself of the burden of human existence and just let yourself be for a moment. Just for once you allowed yourself to love and be loved by a truly wonderful man.

A few minutes had passed and Kaeya had begun to rock you in his arms, shushing you quietly, and reassuring you that everything would be okay. You had begun to weep without even realizing it. Thankfully, Kaeya continued to reassure you that these emotions, these thoughts and worries you experienced, that they too shall pass. Even if you felt the world was crumbling down on you, you trusted his words. Even as you cried in his arms, clenching his shirt, you trusted him, because that’s the one thing you were so sure about. You were so sure that even if the world would go to shit, you could trust in him. And that was more than enough to get you through this difficult moment. So, relaxing your body once more you let it all out. All the tears, sorrow, guilt, and regret, until the time came when the sun would rise and a new day would begin. The next day you awoke in Kaeya’s arms that still held onto you dearly, and felt something new, something different. It wasn’t unknown to you what it was but it was an unfamiliar and unusual emotion for you to be feeling. For the first time in a very, very long time you felt hope. Hope that not everything would be so terrible and daunting all the time, hope that one day you’d wake up next to Kaeya and wouldn’t feel those tears hiding behind your eyes, and instead would feel a bright sensation like no other.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n

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lewiscarrolatemybrain · 1 year

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I love trans Jin Ling but I specifically love trans Jin Ling in a way where Jingyi calls him Young Mistress and Jin Ling rightfully gets pissed about it, but as time passes and the two become totally-not-friends-shut-up the name changes and Jin Ling actually sort of starts to definitely-not-like-it because he knows Jingyi doesn’t mean it like that and anyway it’s Jin Ling’s gender and he gets to decide how precious he wants to be about it.

Then Jingyi finds out Jin Ling is trans and he is appalled. He’s been? Misgendering him?? This entire time??? He didn’t know he didn’t mean to. He presents himself to the disciplinary pavilion for punishment and refuses to tell the disciple in charge the specifics of why he needs to be punished but he’s insistent that it’s A Big Deal and ends up kneeling in the courtyard for days, because the least-Lan Lan who ever lived is still, at his core, a Lan.

When Jin Ling asks what Jingyi got in trouble for this time Sizhui just does that Thing where he’s not rolling his eyes but somehow radiating exasperation and tells Jin Ling not to even worry about it, Jingyi is being dramatic, and Jin Ling lets it go only to notice, weeks later, that Jingyi no longer calls him Young Mistress.

Nothing else about their dynamic has changed. Jingyi is still the worst, and Jin Ling still endures it with all the grace, poise, and long-suffering patience expected of a man of his status, and if he does occasionally very rarely slip up just a little bit and express a totally reasonable amount of frustration with Lan Jingyi’s Everything then that’s still Jingyi’s fault because Jingyi was provoking him and Jin Ling has a responsibility to his clan and sect to defend his honor and therefor that of the Jin at large!

The only thing that’s different is that one, stupid name. And Jin Ling doesn’t care about it! Of course he doesn’t! Why should he even be curious about changed? He isn’t curious! It doesn’t matter to him At All!

Anyway other Plot happens and then they both do eventually end up in a situation where it comes up and Jingyi explains that he found out Jin Ling was trans and felt like a great big piece of shit because there’s bullying and there’s bullying and he has never once wanted to be that kind of person, and Jin Ling confesses that actually he kind of liked it before because he knew that Jingyi wasn’t trying to treat him like less of man, he was just being a jerk, and it felt easy and playful and dumb, and...

And Jiujiu used to say that Jin Ling looked like his mother. Not -- not a lot, not like, identical to her or anything, but. But that little girl he used to be, she was... unhappy, most of the time, for a lot of reasons, and he doesn’t regret... letting her sleep. He doesn’t regret burying her. But Jiujiu seemed almost relieved to have her gone, to not constantly be looking at a reminder of the sister he misses so much, and Jin Ling obviously is endlessly grateful for his uncle’s support and validation and he’s so much more comfortable in his body now and he never wants to be that little girl again, but. Sometimes, he feels like, maybe someone should mourn her. Like maybe there should be someone who... not wanted her back, really, but was still... aware that she was gone, and... was grateful for what she did. Respected the sacrifice she made, so that Jin Ling could be Jin Ling. There should be somebody who knew she existed, and thought of her fondly, on occasion.

And Jingyi looks at Jin Ling for a long, long moment, and says “Okay, Young Mistress. I can do that.”

#MDZS #The Untamed #Jin Ling #Jin Rulan #Lan Jingyi #Lingyi #kinda #it doesn't have to be but it can be #Trans headcanon #Trans Jin Ling #i guess its not really a headcanon #since it actively contradicts canon #what with us being outright told that Jin Ling was amab #... whats it called when you throw that specific part of canon away #Spitecanon???#I know there's a word for This Isn't Canon But I Like It Better #I dont see it used much anymore though #hm

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whackk-kermitt · 9 days

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Dealing w/ Your Gremlin Behavior

Genre: Platonic Headconnons

Warnings: None

Request: What if Y/n was another God, who was basically a little chaotic gremlin; they see you as their child/sibling.

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Kratos

You give him a headache.

He will not hesitate to tell you to shut up.

You ramble about stupid things so often that sometimes he believes his ears will bleed.

Kratos has to hold you back by the collar when he sees that dangerous glint in your eyes.

The one that lets him know you want to try and make friends with the creature that wants to make you it's dinner.

That one that tells him that you're going to do something stupidly dangerous while claiming that you're helping.

You're not helping. You're just giving him one more thing to worry about.

When I say he's worried, I mean worried.

Atreus has done some dumb things, but you were wild and almost feral sometimes.

He's extra hard on you and even more strict with how he trains you.

Congrats, he'll drag you out for hunting and training more often than Atreus.

He's absolutely terrified that if he takes his eyes off you for even a moment, you'll piss off a troll or a soul eater.

Can't take you anywhere.

But he'd kill for you.

So I guess you can stay.

Just please stop trying to bite everything that's trying to kill you.

Atreus

Atreus thinks you're hilarious.

Bonus points when Kratos is yelling at you, not him.

But most of the time you've roped him into your shenanigans and he's taking heat too.

Half the time he watches and cheers you on, the other half he's right there with you.

Mostly because things have gone horribly wrong and he's trying to help fix it before Kratos comes along and catches you two.

Mimir

He can't do much more then tell you off if you to something stupid.

So, that being said, gremlin has free rain.

Until he tells Kratos to be his hands and smack you around some.

Then you better start acting straight, cause Kray don't play.

You are never allowed to carry him.

Never again.

Not after last time!

Sometimes though, its just good fun to watch you be wild.

Makes him miss being young.

And, you know. . . his body.

Freya

She has no patience for it.

Behave yourself, at least around her.

When you go gallivanting and come back with scraps or bruises, she'll scold you endlessly while tending to them.

"I'm speechless." While proceeding to talk for hours about how reckless and stupid that was.

She was horrified when she watched you insult a draugr's 'dead mama' while slashing it in half and doing a victory dance over its corpse.

What has she gotten herself into?

Yet despite your feral behavior, she enjoys being motherly again.

She has no problem cleaning you up and making food for you.

She just wishes you'd be more careful.

She's so afraid of overstepping and becoming too protective of you.

But she's not afraid to curse you for a day, a simple binding spell, to keep you in the house when you've gone too far.

You're grounded!

Sindri

You leave the house all clean and spiffy.

Always returning covered in dirt and mud, leaves on your clothes and in your hair.

He'll always frown and point to the bath he prepares for you when you leave.

You make his eye twitch every time.

You'd just grin and get to it.

Arguments over cleanliness while you're staying with him.

He knows you can't help the trouble you always find yourself in, but he knows you won't avoid it.

He knows you thrive on chaos.

He hates that about you, but he cares too much to let you go off with nowhere to go if something bad happens.

So his door is always open for you.

Even if it means you're dripping blood and dirt on his clean floors.

He just makes you clean it.

Brok

He's a gremlin.

So he loves that you are as well.

You two get into so much shit together it's hard to think you're both still alive.

Sindri is over it.

Heimdall

Absolutely not a fan of it.

Don't even start with him.

And for the love of god, stop trying to sneak up and bite him.

It was amusing for a while, but it's getting old.

He always has to hold you back when he see's you're about to do something stupid.

He will absolutely pretend to not have a clue who you are if you get caught doing something you're not supposed to be doing.

Lots of scolding and 'don't do anything I wouldn't do's.

If you were literally anyone else he would've fed you to Gulltoppr by now.

Baldur

He loves the chaos.

You keep him on his toes and his head on a swivel.

You are a challenge to put up with but damn you're fun!

Nobody makes him laugh quit like you when you're poking the bare.

Literally.

Please stop. What the actually fuck are you doing?

He actually 'died' jumping in when that dead bear wasn't really dead and decided it didn't like you poking it.

But hey, he's got a new rug and a fun story so yippee!

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NOT PROOF-READ Might come back to this one and fix it up some more. It feels kinda empty right now; I'm off my game.

•Kermitts Masterlist•

#x reader #god of war #gow #gow x reader #kratos x reader #headcanon #god of war ragnarok #gow brok #gow mimir #gow sindri #gow atreus #gow fanfiction #gow heimdall #gow thor

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sequinsmile-x · 2 months

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have you ever written a fic where emily and her daughter have separation anxiety by any chance ?? if not, possible prompt if you like! (LOVE everything you write, hope ur having a great day today<3)

hi bestieee

of course! <3 this turned into a 3 parter because of who I am as a person, so keep an eye out for the next two parts over the next week or so that will explore other moments in their daughter's childhood

hope you enjoy this, let me know what you think! <3

-x-

Slipping Through My Fingers

The one in which Emily and her daughter struggle with separation anxiety.

1/3

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Warnings: None

Words: 3.3k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily presses the touchscreen of her phone, blowing out a slow breath at the lack of messages. She focuses on the picture she has as her wallpaper and smiles, tracing her finger over her daughter's face, the baby fast asleep in her arms.

The picture was taken six weeks ago on the day Stella was born. Jess had brought Jack to the hospital to meet his newborn sister. Aaron had picked him up and sat on the bed, the enthusiastic little boy wriggling in his embrace as he tried to make sure he was careful with Emily and Stella. Jess had snapped the photo of them all, the first photo of them as a family of four, and then she’d sent it to Emily.

She’d set it as her wallpaper immediately, finding herself endlessly grateful for the reminder of the joy she’d felt that day in the difficult, relentless early days of motherhood.

“Still nothing from JJ?”

Emily looks up at her husband, a flash of embarrassment rolling through her until she sees his soft smile, nothing but love and understanding flowing out of every pore. She clears her throat and shakes her head.

“Nothing,” she says, reaching for her drink and taking a sip. Anxiety she’d felt since they’d left home, Jack and Stella in the care of JJ, bubbles low in her gut, burning up her throat and taking residence in her chest, filling the space her heart used to be before she left it at home. She blows out a breath and shakes her head at herself, “I’m sorry I’m ruining date night.”

It had been his idea. She’d barely left Stella’s side since she was born, and the longest they’d been apart was an hour when Emily had gone to get her hair done, something that was again at his insistence because he knew she needed a break. He knew she needed this too, that she needed just a few hours where she was Emily, but he could see her resistance. The guilt and anxiety simmering under her skin getting worse with every passing minute, her focus constantly on her phone in case JJ called like she said she would if she ran into a problem.

He’d spoken to JJ separately when he’d asked her to look after Jack and Stella for the evening, pulled her aside at work and crossed the boundary of professional and personal to ask for her help. He knew what Emily needed was advice from a friend who had been in the same position, and JJ’s gentle coaxing as she settled a slightly fussy Stella into her arms just a couple of hours ago had, albeit briefly, calmed his wife down. He also knew that she was worried about the fact she was going back to work in six weeks, the halfway mark of her maternity leave one of the reasons he’d decided now was a good time for date night, but he knew now wasn’t the time to broach that subject, his worst fear being he’d somehow make it worse. He reaches out and places his hand over hers, smiling softly as he links their fingers together.

“Sweetheart, you aren’t ruining anything,” he assures her, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the heel of her hand, “I’m having a good time.”

She chuckles humourlessly and shakes her head, her eyes fixed on their joint hands, “I don’t think sitting with your wife whilst she obsessively checks her phone counts as a good time, honey.”

He lifts their joint hands and presses a kiss to her knuckles, “Any time I spend with you is a good time.”

She presses her lips together in a failed attempt to hide her smile and she rolls her eyes. She never thought that she’d fall in love with someone quite like him. Someone who could disarm her so quickly, his love for her both unexpectedly soft and unrelenting in its nature. Sometimes when she told JJ and Penelope about him, about the things he’d say when it was just the two of them, they struggled to believe her. The romantic and charming man he was in private completely at odds with their stern and serious boss.

“You say the most ridiculous shit sometimes,” she says, squeezing his hand, “Sweet. But ridiculous,” she finds her gaze drifting back to her phone and she growls in frustration at herself, “God, what is wrong with me?” She rests her head on the hand not linked with his, her fingers tangling into her hair, “I’ve never felt like this before. When we don’t see Jack because he’s at school or we are at work I miss him, but it doesn’t feel like this.”

He knows he has to choose his next words carefully, so he takes a moment, playing the conversation he’d practised in his head more than once over the last couple of weeks. He knew his wife well enough to know this was coming, her love for Jack one of the many things he loved about her.

“It’s different,” he says, wincing internally when her face already starts to fall, “You-”

“I don’t love Stella more than I love Jack, Aaron,” she says fiercely, trying to remove her hand from his but he just holds on tighter, “I love them the exact same-”

“I know you do,” he says, cutting her off this time, not wanting her to get into her own head about it, “But Jack was older when you came into his life as his mom. Taking him to school or us going away on cases has always been part of your relationship with him,” he says, grateful when he sees the tension in her shoulders melt away as quickly as it had appeared. “I know you love him, Em. Our kids are so lucky to have you as their mom.”

She blushes at the compliment, one she could never hear too often, her insecurities always taking residence in her chest whenever she couldn’t settle Stella, or Jack was in a bad mood. Seeds that had been planted long before she ever decided to become a mother, so sure that her own mother’s lack of maternal instinct was genetic, that she was doomed to repeat the cycle. There were moments when the insecurity would bloom, the flowers of it taking up all the space in her chest and making it hard to breathe, but Aaron was always there. Always happy to reassure her and pull her insecurities out by the root, slowly healing the wounds that only he could see.

She fights a smile but fails, only able to roll her eyes when he winks at her, pride for making her smile swelling in his chest before he turns serious, sensing her need for reassurance. She’d never ask for it, but she never had to.

“It’s normal to find this difficult,” he says, “She’s your baby. You’ve never been apart from her like this before. It’s an adjustment for you both.”

She blows out a shaky breath. It catches in her chest and it makes her ache, a feeling that had become all too familiar these last several months. She’d, optimistically, hoped that once she’d given birth her hormones would balance out quickly. Her lack of emotional control was her least favourite side effect of pregnancy by far. She hated not being able to hide how she was feeling, the walls she’d built around herself when she was still too young to understand what she was doing crumbling around her at the smallest thing. She was even driven to tears on several occasions by the fact she couldn’t stop crying, something that Derek had once taken great joy in until she threatened his ability to procreate if he laughed at her again. Her dislike of being constantly emotional outweighed her hate of even the extreme nausea she’d experienced in the first trimester, something that had made her sensitive to every smell including Aaron’s cologne. He’d taken it in his stride, as he had with everything, and he’d taken to not wearing it anymore and glaring at anyone who ate something near her that triggered her nausea.

She looks up to the ceiling to try and stop herself from crying, a desperate attempt to save the make up she’d painstakingly applied, surprised that she even remembered how to after 6 weeks of very little sleep.

“I…I feel so unsettled,” she says, placing her hand on her soft belly, the skin still looser than she was used to, “She’s either been next to me or living inside of me for the better part of a year.”

He feels his lips curl up into a smile at the tone of her voice, as if she’s chastising herself whilst simultaneously proving his point, “Exactly. You will adjust though, sweetheart. I promise.”

She nods, having no choice but to believe him, “Does it get any easier?”

“Oh god no,” he says quickly, shaking his head, his smile getting wider as she laughs loudly.

“Jesus, Aaron,” she says, chuckling again, “You couldn’t have lied to me?”

He squeezes her hand and leans across the small table to stamp a kiss on her cheek, “Never have, and I’m not about to start now,” he pulls back and she takes the opportunity to capture his lips in a quick kiss before he settles properly into his seat, “It’s never easy, but you do get used to it.”

Her smile shakes and she nods, clearing her throat to try and shift the emotion that had settled there, “I guess that will have to be enough.”

He lifts her hand and kisses it, and they settle into the silence for a moment, both of them enjoying it, a luxury they so rarely had these days, “Come on,” he says, kissing her hand once more before he lets go, “Let’s order dessert then we can go home.”

She smiles at the mention of something sweet, her love for chocolate immediately boosting her mood. She picks up the menu and starts to look over it, aware of Aaron’s gaze burning into her. She looks up and finds him staring at her, having made no attempt to pick up his menu.

“What?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at him and he shrugs, finally breaking his gaze and looking at the menu.

“Nothing, you just look beautiful, that’s all.”

She presses her lips together, love and want spreading through her, burning her from the inside out. She looks at her menu and moves her foot under the table, smiling when he jumps when she runs it up his leg, pride that she could still do this to him rushing through her.

“Speaking of dessert,” she says, purposely not looking up at him, “I am wearing some very nice new lingerie under this dress,” she smiles as her eyes meet his, “So if we get the baby down to sleep easily…”

She drifts off and has to stop herself from laughing at how wide his eyes are. It had been a long six weeks for both of them, and her doctor giving her the all clear just a couple of days ago had been nothing short of relief. His brain seemingly comes back online and he looks from her to the waiter, grabbing his attention as he walks by.

“Check please.”

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Emily hums quietly as she looks down at Stella, smiling softly when she sees that the baby is already half asleep, her eyes drifting shut as she unlatches from her, milk drunk and content in her mother’s arms.

“We need to burp you first, sweet girl. Then you can go back to sleep,” Emily says, lifting her to rest her against her chest, rearranging her dress and bra as she does so, she kisses the side of Stella’s head and gently pats her back. She breathes her in, the sweet scent that she’d come to associate with her daughter over the last several weeks washing over her, creating a sense of calm that eases the last bit of anxiety in her chest, “Mommy missed you tonight.”

When they got home, Emily had barely acknowledged JJ, throwing her friend a quick smile as she went upstairs to see Stella. Aaron had stayed and said goodbye to their friend for both of them, thanking her again for looking after the kids so they could go out. Stella had been asleep when they first got home, but it hadn’t lasted long. It was as if she’d sensed Emily was in the room, waking up almost immediately when she walked in to check on her. Emily was grateful for it, not only because she’d wanted to hold her, but because her breasts were almost bursting, and she didn’t want to pump.

“I figured you’d be feeding her,” Aaron says as he walks into the room, a glass of water and a chopped up banana on a plate, “I brought you your snack.”

She smiles as she looks up at him, Stella letting out a timely burp that makes them both laugh, and Aaron walks over to join them on the small couch they’d bought for the nursery.

“We just got done,” she says, resting her cheek on the top of their daughter’s head, “I’ll have some of that banana though,” she says, but before she can rearrange her hold on Stella to reach for some, he holds out a slice for her. She rolls her eyes, but says nothing as she opens her mouth for him to pop it in, “I need to text JJ,” she says as she eats, “Apologise for not saying thank you.”

“She gets it, sweetheart,” he says, passing her another slice of the banana, “She’s a mom too. She gets it.”

She hums and looks down at Stella, smiling softly when she sees she’s fast asleep already, content and safe in her arms, “I missed her so much, Aaron,” she says, shaking her head as she looks up at him, “We were gone for what, three hours? And I missed her so much. How…how am I going to go back to work? Go on cases and be away for days at a time,” she sighs and cups the back of Stella’s head, tracing the swirl of dark hair, the same cowlick that Aaron had that she’d always been fascinated with even before they were together, “I don’t know if I can.”

He stares at her as she continues to stare at Stella, and he waits for her to say something else, to clarify further, but she doesn’t, “You don’t know if you can come back to work?”

She blows out a shaky breath and shrugs, “I’d like to carry on working. Just…maybe not with the BAU.”

She wasn’t even aware that was truly how she’d been feeling until she says it, but all of a sudden everything she’d been feeling for weeks clicks into place. The panic she felt whenever she thought about going back to work, a job she loved that had once defined her, instantly making sense. It had always been the plan that she’d go back to the team after her maternity leave. It seemed obvious. JJ worked on the team still even though she’d had Henry, Emily and Aaron did despite having Jack at home. Leaving the team had never even crossed her mind until she saw her daughter’s face, the doctor’s words that she’d had a girl still ringing in the air, the sex of the baby something they hadn’t found out until that moment.

She knew she’d feel the same way even if they’d had another son, but when she was alone in the hospital that first night, Aaron at home with Jack, she’d looked at her daughter and wondered what her own first night of life had been like. If her own mother had sat and stared at her and thought about all the things she could be.

Aaron nods and clears his throat, making sure his smile is encouraging as she looks at him, “If that’s what you want, we’ll make it work.”

They’d agreed on it long before Stella was born, and Jess said she was happy to help with the kids when they were away on cases, but Aaron would be lying if he said he hadn’t seen this coming. He’d seen it in his wife’s face whenever anyone mentioned her going back to work, how she’d hold their daughter just a little tighter each time, and a part of him wished that he’d suggested this a long time ago, that he’d pushed it a little more than just an initial idea when they were planning what their life would look like after their little girl was born.

“Would you be disappointed in me if I didn’t come back?”

Her quiet words draw him out of himself, and he only realises then that he’d gone silent. The concerned look on her face makes him put his arm around her, around them, and he kisses his wife’s temple.

As her boss, it would create some work. There would be paperwork, interviews for her replacement, trying to figure out what she herself would do next, but as her husband, he was more relieved than anything else, and he’d do anything to make sure she got what she wanted, what their family needed, even if it meant talking to the director himself.

“There is nothing you could ever do that would disappoint me,” he says, his sincerity easing her anxiety, “On a selfish level I’d miss having you with me,” he smiles softly and reaches out to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, “But never disappointed. If anything, I’m proud of you.”

She frowns, her cheeks burning pink with the compliment, and she bites the inside of her cheek, “Proud of me?”

He nods and kisses her forehead, his hand resting over hers on their daughter's back, “I’m always proud of you,” he says, kissing her forehead again before he pulls back, “And as I said earlier, our kids are lucky to have you as their mom.”

She smiles, her face bright with it, the same smile he hopes their little girl will one day inherit, “They are pretty damn lucky to have you as their dad.”

“Don’t say damn in front of the baby.”

She rolls her eyes lovingly, ignoring his playful chastisement of her cursing, and she uses it to move the moment forward. They had a lot more to talk about, she knew that, but right now she wanted to flirt with her husband. She wanted to take advantage of the small amount of time they’d have before Stella woke up again. She smiles and shifts closer to him, making sure not to disturb their sleeping daughter, and she purposefully lowers her voice.

“Feed me the rest of my snack,” she says, nodding towards the plate still balancing on his lap, “Then we’ll try and get her to our room without waking her up and put her down,” she bats her eyelashes at him, “And then I’ll show that new lingerie I told you about.” He stares at her for a moment and she laughs, leaning in even closer, “Focus, honey,” she says, winking at him, a smirk spreading across her face as their eyes meet, everything she’s feeling reflecting back at her in his eyes, “We have an hour or two at most before she wakes up again and I have plans for you that involve the shower.”

He smiles, his gaze flicking down to her chest, to the peek of deep purple lace he can see sneaking past the hem of her dress. He picks up another slice of banana, his focus on how her tongue pokes out to lick her lower lip, “Yes ma’am.”

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I so desperately crave a fic where Bruce forgets all about an interview he scheduled with Clark, specifically, with our boys in this portrayal

He's swallowed up by that ginormous red hoodie Jason always forgets at the manor. It's got a soft undertone of beer and pizza clinging to it, and knowing Jay, the chances of that changing are close to none.

It's Bruce's favourite thing to wear.

Below that, Dick's sweatpants have to be snaked tight around his waist. He's wearing Tim's ridiculously soft socks, Batman themed as well, a flock of bats starting from his calf and gathering into his famous cowl on top of his foot.

On his hands, he's sporting two bracelets that Damian and Cassandra asked him to help craft. He accepted, of course, because his little Damian looked astray, eyebrows down and eyes worried, scared of rejection.

They were both terrible at it. Cassandra had a great time. And Bruce's dark green and sunshine gold bracelets pleased Damian greatly.

But he had no time to shower that morning; His ribs were moaning still, every step he took feeling like Bane's brutal, sledgehammer punches, hitting him right in the gut.

And Dick stole all his conditioner, and Steph smuggled his skincare products, exfoliants, bath salts, and everything she could get her grabby little hands on, and gone she was. Tiny fingers, big damage.

But that was fine; He didn't expect anyone today. He'll just scarf some blueberries and yoghurt and gulp down four espressos before burying his nose in Jim's earliest case.

That's what he thought

Before modern day Adonis suddenly emerged I his living room.

This man, he's...He's... he's beauty. That's all Bruce can muster in his flustered mind, brain itself blushing, cheeks hot and soaring with a fierce flush. Which was impossible to miss with his paleness. God.

There you are! Got me scared for a moment there," oh no. He makes deep voices sound cute. Those pearly whites had no mercy on Bruce, neither did that boyish grin, glowing silver and warm. " Thought I'd fall through a secret door and straight into a shark tank. "

Say something. Say something funny, come on, he's joking with you.

" ... Why are you In my house?"

Fuck.

"This man, - Clark, Bruce knows who he is. Out of all the bad things that had to happen today, being surprised by his favorite journalist just had to be one of them, - blinks, some grin cut down, and Bruce curses in his mind.

"Um. Your father let me in. Did you forget,-"

" I forgot you were coming. I, uh. I," he stuttered; He hasn't stuttered since he was 16, and had to pitch that board meeting to a mile long table of greedy, silver artefacts in suits who wanted to snatch his company. " I, - Coffee. You want...Coffee?"

"...Sure. I'd love some."

Was it just Bruce, or did this report carry a note of amusement in those words? Bruce scrambled for the first cupboard he could see, " NO!"

Clark jumped on his feet, making a dash for him behind the kitchen island. Bruce almost choked, because up close, he could notice the buttons and seams on that baby blue plaid shirt fight for their lives. " What's wrong?!"

" We're out of coffee," he hissed, muttering a ' damn it, Tim, I TOLD you to replace it' but no matter. He had to find Clark something else. " Uh... Water? Juice? Do you like orange juice?"

He could see it, the corners of Clark's lips tugging upwards, " Orange juice is my favourite drink. But it's fine, really. I'm here to unbury your deepest darkest secrets, not have lunch," he smiled, then, most likely noticing Bruce simply froze in place, he added, " That was a joke!"

Bruce forced a laugh, " Of course. Why would I have something to hide? I have nothing to hide," Very well, that sounded entirely too suspicious. " I mean, not anything illegal. Just... Secrets. The normal amount."

Clark nodded, endlessly patient, this saint of a man, " I've had my share of that. Don't worry, Mr. Wayne."

" Oh, just Bruce. That's my name."

The taller man smiled, " I'm just going to ask you about your involvement in renovating Arkham and maybe Mr. Grayson's podcast, but that's all. I won't try to fish for information. I don't believe in peer pressure and bullying."

" I know," his mouth spoke without him, " I, uh, I know you. Your journalism, I mean! My youngest enjoys your online interviews. We watch you together. I'm a fan of your writing, thought. It's magnificent. "

Even if Clark blushed to be polite and thanked him quietly, Bruce wanted to dive off a building without a grappling hook.

" Uh... Bruce? You're murdering your orange."

True enough. The fruit was entirely empty in his clenched fist, spilling over his hand and pooling on the floor. Bruce cursed. Slamming the sad, deflated remaining on the counter, he simply said, " I'll cut this now."

" Okay." Nodded Clark, clear, perfect blue eyes fixed on Bruce and his hands. Bruce only prays his fingers won't tremble like his heart is.

He stabs the orange.

It squirts all over his hoodie, and Bruce offers no reaction. It's almost worth it, this pit of mortification slowly, tortuously devouring his body, to see Clark's impressive frame shake with laughter behind his giant hands, goofy glasses crooked on his nose.

" I'm sorry," he sounds as dead as he feels. " The orange has retaliated." That did it; Clark was full on laughing now. Humiliation burned like liquid fire over Bruce's face.

If Dick were here, or Alfred, he'd hide his face into their chests like a shameful child. But neither are there, so all he can do is slowly place the knife on top of marble, and stand there like a statue.

Coming off his high, Clark watches him closely, a speckle of mirth shining on blue. " You know, you're nothing like I thought you'd be. As much as I enjoy this, you should change."

" I'll try. I don't want to be like this, either."

Clark grinned. " I meant your clothes, Bruce."

" ... Yes. I should. I have a large collection of clean clothes. Because I do my laundry regularly. I know how to do laundry."

Why are you still talking?

Then, gone was that angelic, fond grin from Clark's Greek statue of a face. He smiled hotly, almost...Sultry? At Bruce now. Something saucy. Sweat was sticking to his skin. " Do you want me to pick something for you?"

"... Please?" He squeaked.

Twin steps went inside his bedroom, and they didn't come out for a long time.

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 18

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Hi babes, sorry the chapter is a little late today 🥺 It's been a super busy day so far. I hope you are all enjoying your day! Here is the next part! I love you all! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

A/n: It has been nearly a week since Bradley left. It has been so hard with him gone. Will he try to reach out this time? Or will he leave you in the dark...again?

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: cursing, anxiousness, sadness, mentions of killing someone, sexual jokes, BUT a whole lot more LOVEE from those who love you the most ❤️

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You woke up to the sun rays peeking through your blinds. You looked down and saw an arm slung over your body. But this was a tiny arm. “What the..” You turned around to see your little girl cuddled up to Austin’s chest and he had an arm around her. Your daughter was sleeping in such a weird position. Laying on Austin’s chest, but had her arm tucked away under her and was still able to reach and be draped over you slightly.

You moved her arm and sat up quietly. The sight in from of you gave you butterflies. Is this how she would look with, Bradley? Austin was asleep and so relaxed, arm around your little girl protecting her hair slightly in his face and the sun hitting him slightly in the face. Your daughter cuddled up on him. Her arm was straight across his chest and sprawled out. He looked like such a natural. The love and the bond he had with your little girl were undeniable.

You pulled the blanket over them and went into the bathroom. You washed your face. While your face was still wet you looked at yourself in the mirror. All you could think about was Bradley. Your heart started to hurt. You were so worried for him. You wanted him to just come home so you could hug him already. You wanted more than anything for him to meet his little girl. Your heart ached for Leia. She deserved to meet and know her father.

You looked at yourself as some of the water droplets became tears. You were just worried. What if something had happened? Yea it had only been a day, but you thought that maybe you would have heard something. Maybe not hearing anything was a good thing. Isn't it always? Isn't it when you get a call from something nerve-wracking when it's probably bad? You wiped your tears with the back of your hand.

You went to wipe your face on a towel. You leaned up against the wall and looked at the shower. You closed your eyes and the memories of you and Bradley showering together played endlessly. You clenched your chest because it hurt. You took a deep breath. You could still smell his lingering cologne on the town next to you. You grabbed the towel and held it. It was one of the closest things you had that was left of him. You folded and placed the towel on your counter. You stared at it for at least 5 minutes. Then, your phone buzzed.

Your eyes went wide and you leaped for it as it laid there buzzing by the towel. You looked at the screen, it was Bri calling. Why was she calling you? Wasn't she at home too? You answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey sis, we are going to head down to the beach if you'd like to come? I know you are all still probably in bed. wink wink." You can hear the smile on her face.

"Wink wink?"

"Yea you knowwww. You and Austin?" she was definitely all giddy.

"I am not in bed actually. I am in my bathroom. I'm just cleaning up." you sounded sad. It was apparent.

"Hey is everything okay? Did something happen with Austin?" she was concerned for you.

"No, I am just really tired. I had a hard night sleeping. You know with Bradley gone and all."

Bri sighed deeply you could practically feel her breath on your ear, "How about this? How about we all go to La Jolla Cove?"

You propped up with wide eyes. La Jolla Cove was your favorite spot to go to in San Diego. You hadn't gone there in such a long time, "I'm listening?"

"There is my girl! Come on get ready and let's all go! We will even try to snorkel this time since Leia is old enough now."

You smiled. Bri always had a plan when it came to making you happy, "You had me at La Jolla Cove! We will be out there in a bit!"

You hung up before she could even talk again. You went back into your room to let Austin know and to wake up Leia.

You opened the door and he was already awake. He looked over at you and smiled, "Good mornin, y/n."

You cleared your throat, raised your eyebrows at Austin, and leaned against the door frame. “Good morning, Austin.”

He put his arms around Leia and rubbed her back, “She came in crying last night. She had a bad dream. I didn’t want to wake you up because I knew you were really tired.”

You nodded and went to sit by him. You pushed your daughter’s hair from her face. “Thank you, Austin.”

He furrowed his brows, “No need. I’ll always be here to protect you both.” He smiled, “So what’s up? What’s with the plastered grin?”

You told him about the call with Bri and told him to get ready. You woke up Leia. She, like her dad, hated to wake up. You got her ready as she was half asleep. You all headed for the cove.

A couple of more days passed by. You still hadn't heard from anyone yet. Especially Bradley. Your mind was wandering into the deep void. Was he doing this on purpose again? Did something happen? Did he decide he doesn't want this anymore? Does he have cold feet? Is he even alive? Is he okay? You started to spiral. You kept trying to convince yourself he just needed time... but how much time? Didn't he miss you? Didn't he want to meet Leia?

You were really zoned out. It was your turn for monopoly and you just sat there. Billy waved his hand at you. "Y/n/n, it's your turn." You stayed still. Austin looked at you with concern. He knew you weren't doing okay.

Austin scooted closer to you and tapped your knee. You finely shook your head and came out of it. You looked at Austin. He could see the hurt in your eyes. He gave you a gentle smile and looked at the monopoly board. Your eyes widened and you gasped, "Oh my gosh it is my turn. I am sorry." You played your turn and Bri called for a break.

Austin stepped with you outside on the patio.

He rubbed your back as you took deep breaths. "Hey, y/n. Talk to me. Is everything okay?"

Your breathing was uneasy, and you wanted to cry. He continued to rub your back. You stayed silent and Austin pulled you into his chest. He threw his arms around your shoulders and rested his cheek on your head, "It's Bradley, isn't it?" You nodded. "Y/n, I know he is taking a long time to get to you, but I know you and Leia are on his mind. Maybe he just needs his time? Remember what you said the day after they left? He's been going through a lot. Give him some time to process everything, Darlin. I promise it will all be okay."

Austin held onto you tighter, "He loves you, y/n. Don't forget that." He started to pat your hair.

You left your phone inside on the game table and it buzzed. Leia noticed and ran your phone out to you. She threw the sliding door open and held your phone up, "MOMMA! YOU GOT A TEXT FROM PAPA!"

You looked at her in shock. Your heart skipped a beat. Was this real? You looked up at Austin and he smiled. "There you so, sweetheart!" He held onto your arms and shook you, "Go look at the text! Maybe they are back now!" You smiled up at Austin and made your way to Leia. She gave you your phone.

You stepped away from Austin and Leia as you opened your unread message from Mav.

M: Y/n! We will be getting back in tomorrow night! Going to drop by the hard deck to surprise my girl. Can you and Leia meet me there? I want to see both of you! I miss you two so much!

Your heart skipped a beat. You wanted to cry. You loved Mav more than anything, he always took care of you. They were back, they were finally back. But why hadn’t Bradley texted you? Was he okay? Didn’t he want to see you and Leia? Maybe he just needed some time. You were sure he just needed to de-stress from the mission.

Y: Yes!! We can’t wait to see you!

M: I will see you at 5!!

You held your phone to your body. You wanted to scream. You ran back over to Austin. He was smiling at you and ready to hear your exciting news.

You explained to him that Mav had texted you and asked to see you and Leia at the hard deck. He could see you were so excited, but he was upset because that meant Bradley was back too. His chest tightened because Bradley hadn’t texted you or called you yet. You would have made it known if he had. Austin felt uneasy about it.

“Has Bradley said anything about being back yet?”

You played with your fingers, “No, nothing yet.”

Austin nodded biting his lip anxiously, “I’m sure he’s okay, y/n.”

You smiled slightly, “Yea... I hope so."

Austin came over to you and hugged you, “He’ll come around. I know he will.” He smiled at you. "But you get to see Mav! Aren't you excited?"

A smile crept back onto your face, "I am."

It was the next day and it was time for you and Leia to go to the Hard Deck to meet up with Mav. You still hadn’t heard from Bradley. You started to worry. What if Mav did miss you and Leia, but was bearing bad news? He couldn’t do that to you… could he? Wouldn’t have we gotten a call?

You pulled to the Hard Deck, Mav was outside leaning against his motorcycle looking at his phone. You parked next to him and honked. He looked up and recognized your car. He started to smile at you and took off his sunglasses. You opened your door to get out. Leia was so excited she got herself out of the car. She jumped out of your jeep and beelined straight to Mav with tears in her eyes.

“MAAAAAAAAV!” She ran with her arms open and tears in her eyes.

He knelt down, “My little Jedi!” He had his arms wide open for her. She jumped into his arms and he picked her up and spun her around holding onto her tightly. “I miss you so much, Leia.” He started to tear up.

Leia gave Mav kisses on his cheek, “I missed you too papa.” She didn’t want to let go of him.

He stood there a minute just holding your daughter and taking her in. He finally set her down on the ground and wiped his tears.

“I made you something, Mav!” She ran back to the car to retrieve her gift.

He stood up and walked towards you with his arms open. “It's so good to see you, y/n.” He hugged you tight. You started to cry. “I'm so glad you’re home, Mav.” You pulled away wiping your tears. “Hey it's okay, we are okay.” He wiped your tears and smiled at you. You went in for another hug and he rubbed your back.

Your daughter came around with her sign. “Look, Mav!” It was a poster board that read “Welcome home papa Mav!” With a bunch of little drawings of Mav and Leia together. A lot of planes, a lot of stickers, and a lot of glitters. She held it up to him.

Mav’s eyes went wide, “Wow! You made this for me!” He grabbed it from her and looked at it in awe. “You’ll have to bring this to my hangar so I can put it up on my wall.” He was so mesmerized by it, he had never gotten something like this before.

“Do you like it?” She held her hands together and looked at Mav with her puppy dog eyes.

He crouched back down and gave her another hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I love it so much.” They looked at it together, “Can you hold it for me tonight and when you two come over tomorrow you can help me hang it up?” He smiled at her.

Leia’s jaw dropped, “WE GET TO GO TO YOUR HANGAR!?”

Mav nodded, “Yes, only if your mommy says it’s okay?”

They both looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “Dammit.” You smiled at them, “Of course.”

Mav high-fived Leia, “Great! I’ll make you guys dinner!”

Leia tapped Mav’s shoulder, “I like Mac and cheese, Mav.”

He petted her head, “I’ll be sure to make some just for you then little Jedi.”

You loaded Leia back into the car and then came back to talk to Mav. “So where is Penny?” You leaned up against your car.

He sighed long, “Oh she’s gone, took her daughter on a little sailing trip.” He shook his head and smiled.

“When will she be back?”

Mav smiled and looked at the floor, “Not sure, she didn’t tell anyone. She’s a mystery, but I’ll be here waiting for her.” He blushed.

You punched Mav’s shoulder lightly, “That is the cutest thing ever, you’re blushing!” You poked him in the arm.

He pointed to his cheeks, “This is sunburn from the mission. We fly really close to the sun you know!” He laughed with you.

“The mission… how is he? Is he….okay?” You became serious. You were concerned for Bradley.

“Y/n, he's fine. He probably just home trying to come down from it all.” He reassured you.

You nodded and let out a breath of relief, “Thank God. I was so worried when you asked to meet.”

“Oh no y/n/n. He's okay. He's home. He's alive. He did go through a lot. We all did. Just give him some time.” He rubbed your arm.

You were finally off the edge, “I will. I'm glad you are all okay. Did everyone make it back okay?”

Mav smiled big, “Yes, we are all alive and healthy.” He patted your back and nodded.

“So then tomorrow? Dinner at your place?”

“Yes! Be there at 3.” He pointed at you and winked.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “3? Dinner at 3?”

He laughed, “yes!”

You shook your head at him, “Gosh you're so old. You have dinner at 3 because your bedtime is at 6? Or what?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I need to make sure I'm in bed on time, y/n!” The two of you laughed.

“We will be there, Mav. Wouldn't miss it for the world.”

You said your goodbyes and pulled out of the parking lot. You headed home and had dinner with Bri, Billy, Austin, and Leia.

You got your daughter ready for bed, she had to get used to sleeping early. She was going to be starting school in a couple of weeks and you wanted her to be on a schedule. You and Austin put her down for bed. He gave her hugs and kisses as he tucked her in. Then you made your way to the front door to say your goodbyes to Billy and Austin.

You walked outside with Austin. He was holding your hand and leaning against his car. He was spinning the ring you had on your middle finger. It was an anxiety ring that would spin. He really liked to flick it and watch it go. He looked up at you and you were watching him spin your ring.

Austin cleared his throat and you looked up, “So how are you feeling right now?”

You started to play with your ring, “I’m feeling okay. Thank you.”

“I mean how are you holding up with Bradley? Have you heard anything from him yet?” He pulled you in close to him.

You sighed, “He actually is back now. I met up with Maverick and he told me he is home, alive and healthy. Like we said earlier, he just needs some time to cool down from the mission. It was a huge weight off my shoulders to hear that. So I'm actually good.” You smiled up at Austin.

“Good, good. I'm glad you’re in better spirits. I’m glad Bradley is okay. I was starting to worry when you said you hadn’t heard from him. It’s been nearly a week.” He moved some hair out of your face, “Is he going to meet Leia?”

You looked up at him happy and excited, “He is when he is ready. He really wanted to before he left. He kept promising her he was going to. Now that he’s here, I can’t wait.”

“Oh! That’s so good y/n.” He got up off of the car. He put his hands out, “Why didn’t you tell me that!? That’s so exciting!” He raised his hand and you gave him a high-five. You both laughed.

“Yea I’m really excited for him and Leia. Leia asked about her dad the other day.” You looked anxious.

“Does she know who he is?”

You shook your head, “No, she has no idea. She just knows he’s a pilot. I didn't want to mention to her that they met at the beach. She also thought that Maverick was her dad.” Your eyes widened at Austin.

He shuddered “That would be so weird.” He looked grossed out.

“Exactly. So weird!” You both laughed.

“I'm really happy for you, y/n.” He put his hand on your cheek. “Everything is going up for you as it should be.”

You blushed against his hand, “Thank you, Austin.”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, “I should get going. I have work in the morning.” He gave you a big hug. “Good luck with Leia and Bradley! You’ll have to tell me all about it after it happens!” He blew you a kiss as he got into his car. “Have a great night, y/n.”

You closed his door for him, “Goodnight, Austin.”

You went back into your house and Billy and Bri were standing there waiting for you. You looked at them with narrowed eyes, “Yes mom and dad?”

Billy laughed and put his arm around you, “Let’s talk, honey.”

He brought you to the back patio and sat with you on the couch. Bri stayed inside to give you two some space.

Billy turned to you and put his arm on the back of the couch. He looked at you concerned.

“Y/n… is there something you need to tell me?” He raised his eyebrows and looked at you through his lashes.

You cocked your head, “Noooo?”

“So you have nothing to share?” He raised his brow, “Nothing about some big bird guy?”

You raised your eyebrows and stayed silent.

“Some huge cock?” He stuck his head out to you.

You started to laugh, “Why would you want to know about some big cock?”

He looked at you annoyingly, “That is not what I meant, y/n.”

You kept on laughing at him and he sat there biting his lip trying not to laugh. He walked himself into that one. He took a deep breath trying to stay serious. He readjusted himself on the couch and placed his hand on your shoulder. You started to calm down from your laughing episode. You wiped your tears away and became serious.

“Look, y/n. I am not going to tell you who you should and shouldn’t be with. But, Bri told me about Bradley. How he said he loves you. I just want what’s best for you.”

You smiled, “Thank you, Billy.”

“I just want to make sure he is real this time. When we first met, you were crushed. He hurt you and left you behind with his child. I don’t want him to hurt you again. Nonetheless, hurt Leia. Because if he hurts you both, he is a dead man.” He was serious.

You pulled Billy in for a hug. You were lost for words. You knew he just cared so much for you and Leia. “Thank you, seriously. But I promise this time is different. But thank you.”

He held you tightly, “Of course, y/n. I will always protect you and Leia. You are my family. I love you girls.” He placed a kid on your temple. “But I will seriously kill him if he hurts you in the slightest.”

You shook your head and slapped his chest, “I believe you, Billy. 100%.”

“I would also like to meet him, make sure he is good enough for our Leia. She is precious, you know?”

You shook your head. “Please stop, dad.”

He hugged you again. “Just please be careful y/n. It’s not just you anymore. It’s her heart too.”

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Ooof. Is Bradley okay? Why didn't or hasn't he texted or called you? Doesn't he want to see Leia? I thought everything was turning around for the better, but instead, now I'm having deja vu. Bradley is messing with our hearts and I am not for it. What about Leia? I'll see you in the next part, babes! 🫶🏼

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morocosmos · 3 months

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#loveintheair Day 5 - Touch

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Relationships: Sanson Smyth/Guydelot Thildonnet Warnings: Injury, Kidnapping, Medical Treatment Prompt List and Event by millymischief Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

“Easy now, Chief. This is gonna sting for a while more.” There is a tremor in Guydelot’s voice that Sanson has never heard before in the two years they’ve known one another, as the bard dabs cleansing potion on his wounds with a piece of gauze. Several bloodied pieces already lay discarded in the bin, which they'd pulled next to the couch they're sitting on in Sanson's apartment.

Bare-chested, he feels exposed in the chilly autumn air; under Guydelot’s scrutiny, whose touch is steady, but perturbingly delicate, like he’s afraid Sanson will splinter and crack into a thousand pieces. He winces, half out of pain and half out of shame as Guydelot dabs at a particularly large cut on his back. One of Nourval’s guards had slashed him with the tip of his spear, and the cut ran deeper into his skin than the rest. In the mirror — Sanson had all but insisted that Guydelot bring it here, despite his friend’s baffled protest — the wound looks angry and red, on the cusp of infection.

Small wonder, given he’d been dragged through dirt and mud for almost a sennight. There's a dull, haggard look to his eyes in the mirror that the fading sunlight won't reach. His captors had seen that he had not bled to death or died of thirst, but little else.

“Sorry.” Guydelot’s quiet apology takes Sanson aback; he is being far too serious about this. Where Sanson might have once appreciated the change, it feels wrong now, like the world around him has tilted. “I’m fine. There’s no need to be so gentle,” he insists. He goes for a reassuring tone, because Matron knows how worried his friend must have been while he’d been gone. He'd thrown in a few light-hearted complaints about how much it had twisted his pride to call on Commander Vorsaile's aid on their way back to Gridania, but Sanson hasn’t missed the dark circles under his eyes, nor the way Guydelot hasn't left his side since they walked away from that dreaded clearing.

He must've worried him half to death, and all because he’d been so stupid as to fall for Nourval’s trap without a second thought.

There’s a hollow chuckle from Guydelot, who shakes his head. His hand, still holding the gauze, drifts down to Sanson's shoulder. “Not just that. I should’ve followed you. If I’d been there, maybe you wouldn’t’ve…” His voice breaks, just by an ilm, but it’s enough for Sanson to sit up straight as his friend leans back, eyes wide and hands held in the air. “But you’re here now, eh?” he says, a little too quickly. “No sense in mulling over the worst version of things.”

Guydelot. Sanson doesn’t know what to say, or maybe it’s that he doesn’t want to say it. Hadn’t he turned that very thought over in his head, endlessly, each and every night while he was held captive? Carried it in his chest like poison: that the last time he saw and spoke to Guydelot might have been carelessly spent, a moment of no consequence. That he'd leave him behind without ever saying the words he's wanted to say since his feelings struck like a bolt from the Destroyer himself, somewhere along the path of their friendship.

“Chief?” The concern in Guydelot’s voice snaps some sense back into him. Captivity has addled his mind; professing his feelings here would be ridiculous…wouldn’t it?

But he remembers the pensive way Moro'a had looked at the two of them when it was all over, and the words he'd said to him in private, before the Warrior of Light was called to the Far East. Don't leave it too late.

Gods, if he’s been so obvious about it, there’s a chance others have noticed it as well. It is a terrifying precipice to stand upon. Yet Sanson had nearly lost his chance once — could he stand to lose it again? With difficulty, he finds his voice. “Guydelot.” His friend looks back at him, slightly apprehensive.

He still can't find it himself to say the exact words, but he tries. “Thank you,” he stammers out. “For…for this. For finding me.” A sudden sliver of courage bolsters him, and he takes Guydelot's free hand, hearing the bard's breath catch as he curls his fingers into his palm.

“I'm sorry for worrying you.” He swallows. “I hope this is not too forward, but I…” His momentary boldness deserts him, but their hands are already joined; mild panic seizes him. What is he doing? He is Guydelot's commanding officer, his superior — he cannot be propositioning the bard in his own home when he merely wishes to make sure that Sanson's injuries are seen to-

Except…

Guydelot is laughing. A softer variation of an all too familiar cadence, it sounds suspiciously relieved, and all too sweet to Sanson's ears.

“And here I thought I'd have to coax it out of you in another five years.” Sanson throws him an exasperated look, to which the bard adds, “Give or take. Matron’s teats, Sanson…”

Sanson is about to object to invoking Nophica's bosom in the middle of a- a confession (that's what this is, isn't? At least take it seriously!) when Guydelot threads his fingers between his own, bringing his thoughts to a jarring stop. The bard places his remaining hand atop theirs, and the gauze tumbles to the back of the couch, forgotten.

“I’m glad you're here. So please…stay.” There's that quiver in his voice again; Sanson never wants to hear it again.

Feeling his own throat tighten, Sanson squeezes their fingers together. “I am here. For as long as you will have me,” he whispers. It's a long, long time before they let go.

#kae scribbles #loveintheair xiv 2024 #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #i squint every time i look at this but i'm releasing it now...to the world....#every now and then i'm obsessed with the idea of bard boys only getting together after sanson's kidnapping #sometimes because of sanson's kidnapping

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pollenallergie · 5 months

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OKAY OKAY i’m horny and sad so i cope by building onto your sahd billy thoughts. when he first found out that you’re finally pregnant, being a dad was all he could think about. it reminded him of his own childhood, and you watched that despite the joy he was facing, his anxiety was a crushing force. so in your third trimester after you’ve gotten your maternity leave in order, you sit down and clasp your hands over billy’s before making a proposition. during the initial 8 weeks of maternity leave your job has granted you, he can resolve any of his carpentry jobs that he hasn’t finished before the arrival of the baby. however, once you return to work, would he consider staying home with the baby for your peace of mind? both of you know it’s as much about him as it is you, but he jumps at the chance. when you welcome your gorgeous daughter into the world, he cries harder knowing that he’ll be the one to help her grow. he’s nervous around her at first, but he has such strong parental instincts that even if he fumbles with tasks, he usually knows how to sooth the baby. he spends his days with her reading books and going out for walks in a sling that was definitely designed for women. he’s so diligent about making sure she never spends more than 15 minutes in a dirty diaper, and is the only one besides you who can quiet her when she gets gassy. seeing the parental instincts in billy make you wildly horny, and you bet your ass that if the baby is with grandparents or has gone to sleep that you’re giving billy sloppy head and letting him pull your panties to the side and fuck you deep and hard in a combo of desperation and the need for speed. no medication he’s ever taken compares to seeing you come in the door with groceries after work and beelining to him to kiss your two favorite people. i have more thoughts about when the next kids come along and pregnancy, but i’m exhausted so just expect more soon!!-🍊

snskenjdndkdkfkfj i apologize in advance for the lackluster response but!!! ik that you recently sent in another ask and like i’m very stoked about you being back!! you were very much missed!! so i wanted to like respond to this ask as a thank you!!! and also i will absolutely try to have a response ready for your most recent ask by the end of the year!! its just that like… school b kicking my ass rn! but after finals, i should have more than enough time to read it and obsess over it and reply to it in the most feral, unhinged way possible 💖💖💖

love youuuu

also yes!! to all of this!!!! he’s soooo diligent about making sure his darling baby girl is properly taken care of, so much so that he is absolutely the kinda dad who is super reluctant to let your (drunk) relatives hold her at family gatherings. like if uncle jim has had more than two beers, i’m sorry, but billy is not letting him hold his beautiful, fragile, delicate baby girl. absolutely not. no way. at times he’s maybe a bit overprotective, but it’s only because he values the safety and happiness of his family above all else. he’ll do anything and everything to make sure the love of his life, his lifelong partner, the owner of one half of his heart and his beautiful baby, his darling girl, his little angel, the owner of the other half of his heart, are both safe and happy and loved and content, just as you would do for him and for your daughter. you’re two of the most doting, most nervous parents in the world, but it’s hard not to be when the very product of your love is so damn adorable and also, unfortunately, still damn tiny and so damn fragile. but, let’s be honest, even when your beautiful girl is no longer quite so small and helpless and so easily put in danger (she could be dropped, she could be shaken, she could choke!! oh my god there’s so many things to worry about!!!), you’ll still fret over her endlessly. of course, as she grows older and more independent, you’ll both give her the space she needs to mature and find herself, but you’ll never really stop worrying about her and you’ll never really stop trying to dote on her and to care for her. you’ll absolutely be the parents who visit her while she’s away at school and bring just sooo much food with you and, oh gosh, if billy notices that her and her roommates don’t have gloves, he’s gonna immediately knit them all a pair because “it’ll be winter soon! you two could get frostbite! you need gloves!” as she gets older this sort of fretting will begin to annoy her, and when she’s a teen it’ll absolute infuriate her at times, but eventually she’ll grow to appreciate it, and, when she’s your age, with a baby of her own, she’ll look back on all those years of ceaseless doting and fretting and fussing fondly. of course, even when she has a baby of her own, blessing you and billy with your first grandbaby, you’ll still continue to dote on her and to fret over her, even as you dote on and fret over your new grandbaby too. you and billy will probably be the kind of parents who show up to the hospital while she’s in labor with huge care-packages for her and the new baby and your son-in-law, making sure all of your loves are properly taken care of. and billy’ll definitely cry when he hold his grandchild for the first time, just as he did when he held his daughter for the first time, just as he did when he held each of her siblings for the first time. <3

#ask and i shall reply #lovely anons <3 #🍊 anon <3 #billy knight strike #billy knight x reader #billy knight #🍊anon <3 #lovely anon <3

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beauty-and-passion · 8 months

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I've said before how much I love the concept of the Faint Ones. Just so so cool and unique. But I'm curious about something; is there any situation where the other sides/thomas could potentially learn about them? If they gained enough strength to ascend from the bottom like was mentioned in the possble tyrant path Patton could have gone down. Would that lead to a higher awareness of their existence from the other sides? Things in the mindscape would certainly shift after that, but I'm doubting it would lead to a reveal like that.

From your fics it seemed to be hinted that the Others' awareness, minus Janus because he knows, he HAS to, might be more than the Core sides. Logan has his own "I know something is going on there but Janus is a being evasive" awareness. I don't think Roman would know anything about the Faint Ones, or that they exist. Perhaps Patton has an inkling, but doesn't pursue it. I can't imagine a scenario where Janus would let ANY of that information loose. I mean, he just wouldn't. No way.

BUT, since you are the one who came up with this fascinating concept, I'm curious as to your thoughts and hypothetically, if the other sides DID find out, how would that go?

Feel free to answer what you'd like, or not at all, I understand if you don't want to give certain details away since this is one of the somethings you seem to be buildling upon in your world of Sanders Sides fics and headcannons and what not. Or whatever other reason there may be! I hope you're day is going well! :)

Hi, dear! Oh, do not worry, I am always super happy to reply to all questions you have! They're always so interesting! And I am more than happy to talk about the Faint Ones, I would've never imagined you enjoyed this idea so much :D

And speaking of them... well, let's say that when I started writing this reply, I put down everything and stuff I had in might for a long time too and I was like: "ah yes, I really wanted to write a fanfic about this, but never got a thread... but hey, maybe if I put together this and this and that... hey, maybe I have a thread!"

And so, I found a thread. And that means I can write the sequel of A Canticle In Steps. And that means I wrote it. Yes, I wrote it the past week. Yes, it's done. Yes, it will be translated and posted soon.

So... well, thank you for giving me the inspiration to write a sequel that is not endlessly long, for allowing me to put on paper things I had in my mind only and for letting me enjoy the dark sides being a family. I am very weak for them as always, Your Honor.

All of this to say that there are some informations I can't divulge yet, so have fun with what I can say now :P

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Do the Core Sides know about the Faint Ones?

The Core Sides don't know about them. All they know is that there are some dangers in the Unconscious (which is not false) and they know some things are more dangerous than others.

But that's all. They have no idea that there is something more dangerous than all those "minor" dangers.

When he was a child, Logan had the closest encounter a Core Side ever had with the Faint Ones. From his point of view, he heard some voices, which took control over him and pushed him to go down and reach them. However, thanks to Janus' intervention, he never came close enough to actually see the Faint Ones.

Still, the event left him a terrible impression: not in the form of a logical thought, but as a visceral feeling, the feeling of escaping from certain death.

Since it's not something he can logically explain, Logan doesn't talk to anyone about it. Still, every time he tries to reach the Unconscious, he subconsciously tries to always keep a safe distance.

He doesn't know what that "thing" was (and Janus never told him), so over the years, he came to the conclusion it was a big danger among all the dangers of the Unconscious. Maybe a particularly big one, but he doesn't know it's THE biggest one.

Or, at least, he doesn't know on a conscious level. But the mere fact his own body reacts by wanting to keep him at a safe distance, means that he realized (at least subconsciously) that what he met was a danger greater than any other.

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Do the Others know about the Faint Ones?

The Others live in the Unconscious, so they are aware the place is full of dangers - and they regularly fight them to subdue/keep them down.

Virgil doesn't know about the Faint Ones. He has always been more attracted by the Conscious and Janus prefers to keep his attention away from the depths of the mind.

According to my headcanon, Orange aka Anger doesn't know either. He knows Janus is very powerful and he suspects there should be a reason for having such a powerful Side in the mind. He also suspects the Unconscious hides bigger dangers and Janus keeps them away from said dangers. But nope, he never saw them. He just suspects.

While Remus is a different story, so you'll have to wait ;)

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Is there a way for the Sides to reach the Faint Ones?

Well, theoretically they are in one place, so if a Side wants to see them, all he has to do is to reach that place. And that means the Side has to go down into the Unconscious, past Orange's, Virgil's and Remus' room, deeper into the mind, until he reaches the Faint Ones.

But of course it's not easy to reach that place, because:

The mind itself is so big and layered to make it very, VERY hard to reach the Faint Ones down in the abyss

The Unconscious is full of dangers and obstacles that are not on the same levels as Faint Ones, but are strong enough to stop a Side

There is a guardian for a reason and the guardian knows everything that happens everywhere. And no, going past the guardian or defeating him is impossible: the mind made Janus stronger than all other Sides for a reason

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Is there a way for the Sides to know about the Faint Ones?

The only one who knows is Janus and Janus has no intention to talk about them with any other Side.

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What about Thomas?

Thomas is not aware on a conscious level. But subconsciously, he is. The mind is his own, after all.

However, this is one part of the mind it's much better he never becomes consciously aware of.

Why? Because if this happens, that means Thomas killed someone, had a mental breakdown or, in general, faced such a huge trauma, to break his mind.

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What if a Side knows about them?

Sadly, that wouldn't lead to any awareness of their existence, but rather to death.

Which kind of death? Well, I will give a hint in the fanfiction so, again, you have to wait. I'll just say that it's an extremely valid reason for the mind to have a powerful guardian :P

#sanders sides #ask #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #headcanon #my fanfiction #is this post just an anticipation for the upcoming fanfiction?#yes it is

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mochiswifey · 2 years

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Always with you.

MANJIROU SANO

CW:Sad^Fluff?

“That’s Aristotelēs and Plato” You pointed at the painting with a huge smile on your face.

Though Mikey didn’t care about who’s who or what they’ve done to change and form history.

He loves seeing your smile.

And you smile the widest whenever you’re looking at the paintings containing historical figures.

He knew that he wasn’t supposed to see you. It was just a very lucky timing that he got lost to the corridor of your father’s enormous house.

And there he heard a very breathtaking voice and decided to follow it leading him to you.

You were standing on the same room and looking at the same painting the day he first met you.

He doesn’t see you wondering around other rooms that much. And he knows that he will always find you on the same room.

And he’s glad because no matter how much time passes he would always find you on the same spot seemingly waiting for him.

But Mikey got tired of leaving you alone and making you wait.

So.

“I want to marry your daughter.” He says out of nowhere during his meeting with your father and your father was taken aback.

“Your daughter told me that you’re very protective of her that you wouldn’t even let her ride a bike too scared that she might fall. But I promised to you. I will protect her with all my life.”

Your father’s eyes teared up and he covered his mouth with his hand suppressing a sob.

“Sir- I’m in love with your daughter and I would never ever hurt her.”

He looked into Mikey’s eyes and he knew he was determined to love you even until he fell down to hell.

Your father always wondered why he would insist on going to the room you’ve always painted at.

He always wondered why he would stare endlessly at the painting of the two figures who fascinated you so much.

Now he knows why.

And as much as it hurts him. He’s glad that Mikey is accompanying you. And he’s glad that he’s making you happy.

But he needed to tell him the truth.

“My daughter died 12 years ago when she was 16”

But Mikey saw you just an hour ago.

He stood up and went to the room and he was right. You were still standing in front of the painting.

You turned to him and gave him the warmest smile.

“Have my father told you?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Come here.” You said and he stepped closer to you and you surprised him by pulling him for a kiss.

“He’s telling the truth.” You whisper as you lean your forehead against his.

Manjirou has lost everyone in his life.

Shinichiro, Baji, Emma, Izana- Everyone. And he didn’t want to lose you too.

“You can’t lose me Mikey. You can’t lose what’s already gone. I’ll be here forever.”

Mikey smiled.

You’re right. Mikey didn’t need to worry about losing you.

He didn’t need to worry about having someone take you away from him.

“Always with me?” He asked as he placed his fragile hands on your waist.

“Always with you.” You answered.

A curved formed on his lips.

Finally.

He found someone who will never leave him in depths of despair.

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actualaster · 1 year

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Hm, so, some thoughts on The Ending (still partially processing)

Obviously massive endgame spoilers below for Scarlet.

I kind of figured pretty quick that we were dealing with a non-legitimate entity rather than the professor, but I was thinking maybe they were recordings and the time machine thing was involved--using the time machine to know who would show up and make the recordings accordingly or something. (Yes that theory has holes, look I'm running on very little sleep over the last several days and I only beat the game about 7am after being awake... Fuck, like, 20 hours okay give me some slack on the lack of brain processing power lol)

Was wondering if maybe she'd sent herself to the past and was somehow able to observe or communicate to a degree with the time machine but unable to send her physical body back to the present or something, as well.

I was kind of, for a second there, like "...dude holy shit is that a corpse or something? that's too dark for pokemon right? wait, no, i mean they absolutely had pokemon getting sentenced to execution via being torn apart in one of the PMD games..." and was very much relieved to find out it was a robot XD

Not surprised to find out the professor was dead, but was interesting to find out how long she'd been dead and when she had died. Definitely feel real bad for Arven, though--like suddenly all the neglect he went through makes sense, but on top of that he gets confirmation that his mom is very much gone and that's just.

Somebody get that kid some therapy, he's gonna need years of it to process all that, I think.

Also very interesting how the AI did, in the end, deviate somewhat from the original Sada and her goals. I wonder if the original Sada would have changed her views had she survived? Is that why the AI eventually decided there wasn't any good logic in striving endlessly for that goal once it was made clear it was destructive...? Had the original Sada survived, would she have modified the defensive systems to account for such a view? Or would she have persisted in trying to force her dream to come true without adaptation?

Since she died and all, she obviously never had the chance to change her mind and the programming would obviously never have been properly updated to stop trying to force that dream through at all costs.

I was also definitely worried for a moment there the AI would self-destruct. It wouldn't be the first time a character has willingly done something that ensured their own end for the greater good in a Pokemon game after all. Gotta wonder, though, how well that damaged body of hers held up on the transit to the past--did she survive the transit? How long was she able to keep functioning? ...Does she still exist somewhere, waiting for somebody to unearth her--or her remains, at least?

Now there's an interesting line of thought--an excavation of fossils, and finding (the remains of) a robot modeled after a contemporary figure or something. Probably gonna be chasing that line of thought for a little bit, that's an interesting one to play with.

Anyway Arven should go home with the MC and get adopted by their mom so that they're siblings now, IMO. I have decided that is my headcanon and I'm sticking to it. If anything in the post-game contradicts this no it won't because I will reject it. :p

Overall, the game had a lot of flaws (most of them technical, to be honest), but it was a very fun game so far and I definitely plan to run through the post-game shortly. I enjoyed the various storylines quite a bit, honestly--and at least cautiously looking forwards to the (highly) probable upcoming DLC.

Hoping that they can take things that worked well both here and PLA and incorporate them together in future games. (Some of how PLA handled the box sorting system I preferred, for example). Also that they can be given enough time to figure out what to do to remove the horrendous lag and weird shit like "there are so many fucking pokemon Inside The Walls Of Everything" lmao. Technical issues and stuff mean the game should definitely have been delayed until mid- 2023 at the earliest (though I get several possible reasons why they didn't--but my getting them does not mean I agree with them.)

#trainer kage #pokemon sv spoilers #kage plays games

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gwynbleiddyn · 2 years

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69 q's time!!! Mio 31, 20, and 45; Kve(th)a 48, 60, and 67

i love beefy discussions lets go

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31. do they respond well to praise? how about criticism?

he drinks up praise like good wine; endlessly and without complaint. who doesn't enjoy being validated? and i don't think there's anything deeper here for mio -- as much as amun pushed him, he also had praise for him, it was not something entirely lacking in his life. and if not from amun, then absolutely from other people -- his mother, friends, random nobles of the court, all manner of visitors...

criticism is usually brushed off. there's nothing that mio hasn't heard before, near enough, so any offense taken is minimal and his acknowledgement even less. the only criticism he would take note of by choice is going to be something from someone whose opinion he values, and the response largely depends on the deliverance of said criticism lol if he's in a tense situation, he's probably going to bite back before he settles down and listens.

20. what attracts them to someone—platonically and/or romantically, anything counts.

when mio first arrived in-campaign, he definitely sought out the people who he couldn't necessarily keep. it was much easier to be a moment in someone else's lifetime than it was to consider commitment, and he still felt validated in the process. more so if they were grumpy or aloof, deliberately putting space between themselves and the rest of the world -- mio enjoyed feeling wanted specifically by these people, because they didn't seem to want anything else.

now, he's feeling more and more estranged by his love of pelor and sehanine than ever, even though it's also driving him to new heights at the same time. it's like the further from the ground he gets, the less he finds in common with those around him. so he finds it attractive when people are driven by the divine, because he knows he can relate to them -- and that's what he wants, a true connection where he's allowed to be vulnerable about things that are soul-deep to him, without the worry of being misunderstood or thought to be a zealot or something. he also finds competence attractive both in friends and partners -- and that's not like, "competence in LIFE" bc who has that bro wtf, it's more someone having a skill they're really good at, it means they're driven by something and it's a draw to him.

aesthetically and romantically, mio can find pretty much anyone attractive tbh there aren't specific features or types he enjoys, and i think he's fallen into the habit of not seeing people as Things like he was. generally he prefers masculine presenting folk, but even then it's kinda hand-wavey.

45. what lies do they tell themselves?

that he's a king, that he's going to be of some importance back home, that there's some glory left waiting for him and his triumphant return -- he knows that ship literally sailed the day he left akhen, but it's a necessary lie that burdens him with just the right amount of duty. otherwise it would be so easy to let his family keep on thinking that he's dead and gone, even if he lives the next ten thousand years watching every rise and fall of that city and his indirect descendants from across the ocean.

i think he also lies about what he wants, and often. sometimes it's to keep other people happy, and sometimes it's because letting people know what he really wants would give them cause to stop him.

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48. do they relate to anyone in their group? conversely, which person do they relate to the least?

off the top of my head, i can't think of anyone other than viktor that he really relates to. and that link is tenuous at best -- kve sees himself as "other" and to a point, believes that viktor is also different, but he's realizing more and more that it's because he's never seen viktor's culture or clan, and not for any other reason. so it's him unlearning his own bias LOL otherwise, by intentional design, kveða does not relate to anyone else in the party on anything other than superficial levels (an understanding of the clans shared with Hyrr, a style of fighting shared with Siggri, a love of drink and conversation shared with Arsen, and an interest in fantastical stories and tattoos shared with Tor, in a way)

which kind of answers the latter half of the question: EVERYONE. but how much of that distance is self imposed? it's hard to say

60. what do they have faith in? what keeps them believing?

god this is such an empty question for kve because he truly feels hollow.

he finds life easy enough to enjoy - there's drinking, there's fighting, there's simple pleasures that fulfil the most basic and fundamental desires of a mortal vessel but it just feels like there's no soul that drives it. it's why he's so keen to find a way out - the longer he stays on this plane, the more he feels he's been carved away from the inside.

he believes he'll find rest if he's gone, basically. but he refuses to do it without honour, or some touch of glory to follow him out.

67. do they consider themselves to be special?

special, no. "other," yes, very much so. it's a hard thing to describe, but it's a kind of dysphoria, in a sense? he's so unlike what everyone else around him seems to be, and his ideal self has been formed by that environment, so of course he feels like he doesn't fit at all.

#these were great fun thank u val

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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I so desperately crave a fic where Bruce forgot all about the interview he scheduled with Clark. With this portrayal specifically

He's swallowed up by that ginormous red hoodie Jason always forgets at the manor.

It's got a soft undertone of beer and pizza clinging to it, and knowing Jay, the chances of that changing are close to none. It's Bruce's favourite thing to wear.

On his hands, he's sporting two bracelets that Damian and Cassandra asked him to help craft. He accepted, of course, because his little Damian looked astray, his eyebrows down and eyes worried.

They were both terrible at it. Cassandra had a great time. And Bruce's dark green and sunshine gold bracelets pleased Damian greatly.

But he had no time to shower that morning; His ribs were moaning still, every step he took feeling like Bane's brutal, sledgehammer punches, hitting him right in the gut.

But that was fine; He didn't expect anyone today. He'll just scarf some blueberries and yoghurt and gulp down four espressos before burying his nose in Jim's earliest case.

That's what he thought

Before modern day Adonis suddenly emerged I his living room.

Say something. Say something funny, come on, he's joking with you.

" ... Why are you In my house?"

Fuck.

This man, - Clark, Bruce knows who he is. Out of all the bad things that had to happen today, being surprised by his favorite journalist just had to be one of them, - blinks, some grin cut down, and Bruce curses in his mind.

"Um. Your father let me in. Did you forget,-"

"...Sure. I'd love some."

Was it just Bruce, or did this report carry a note of amusement in those words? Bruce scrambled for the first cupboard he could see, " NO!"

" We're out of coffee," he hissed, muttering a ' damn it, Tim, I TOLD you to replace it' but no matter. He had to find Clark something else. " Uh... Water? Juice? Do you like orange juice?"

He could see it, the corners of Clark's lips tugging upwards,

" Orange juice is my favourite drink. But it's fine, really. I'm here to unbury your deepest darkest secrets, not have lunch," he smiled, then, most likely noticing Bruce simply froze in place, he added, " That was a joke!"

Clark nodded, endlessly patient, this saint of a man, " I've had my share of that. Don't worry, Mr. Wayne."

" Oh, just Bruce. Mr. Wayne was my father...And my grandfather too."

Even if Clark blushed to be polite and thanked him quietly, Bruce wanted to dive off a building without a grappling hook.

" Uh... Bruce? You're murdering your orange."

" Okay." Nodded Clark, clear, perfect blue eyes fixed on Bruce and his hands. Bruce only prays his fingers won't tremble like his heart is.

He stabs the orange.

It squirts all over his hoodie, and Bruce offers no reaction.

It's almost worth it, this pit of mortification slowly, tortuously devouring his body, to see Clark's impressive frame shake with laughter behind his giant hands, goofy glasses crooked on his nose.

" I'm sorry," he sounds as dead as he feels. " The orange has retaliated."

That did it; Clark was full on laughing now. Humiliation burned like liquid fire over Bruce's face.If Dick were here, or Alfred, he'd hide his face into their chests like a shameful child.

But neither are there, so all he can do is slowly place the knife on top of marble, and stand there like a statue.

Coming off his high, Clark watches him closely, a speckle of mirth shining on blue. " You know, you're nothing like I thought you'd be. As much as I enjoy this, you should change."

" I'll try. I don't want to be like this, either."

Clark grinned. " I meant your clothes, Bruce."

" ... Yes. I should. I have a large collection of clean clothes. Because I do my laundry regularly. I know how to do laundry."

Why are you still talking?

"... Please?" He squeaked.

Twin steps went inside his bedroom, and they didn't come out for a long time.

#batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #superman #superbat #bruce x clark #soft bruce wayne #good dad bruce wayne #batfam #jason todd #damian wayne #text post #dc #dcu

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Winter Star Angel

A Stardew Valley one shot about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily. Such a silly little piece of fluff but I couldn't help myself, I just wanted to write something sweet for Christmas! I know life is hard for many of us these days but I hope that everyone can find some peace and contentment these holidays, even if only for a moment. If you can, please cherish it, because those moments are so very precious.

Synopsis: Sebastian gives Lily a very special Winter Star gift

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian

Contents: Established Relationship (Married), Love, Romance, Fluff

Warnings: None

Sebastian stopped reading and let the book he was holding fall onto his lap. He looked down at his wife and smiled to see her sleeping peacefully on his shoulder, her hands curled sweetly against him. Next to them Nyx lay curled protectively around a fluffy white kitten, the newest addition to their family, and his smile widened as his mind drifted back to the start of the day and the moment he had given Lily the first of her many Winter Star presents.

Sebastian grinned as he stepped through the farm door and carefully laid a beribboned box on the table. He couldn't wait to see the look on Lily's face when she saw what was inside.

Before he had time to imagine further a consternation-fuelled streak in the shape of his wife came flying through the kitchen towards him and flung itself into his arms.

"Oh Sebby! Where have you been? I was so worried when I woke up and you were gone!"

He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. So typical of his Lily, he had woken as early and quietly as possible to pick up this gift from his parents, had been as fast as he possibly could, and she had still noticed his absence!

"I'm sorry, baby," he kissed the top of her head and stroked her back through the soft material of her dressing gown. "But it was for a good cause, I had to go fetch your present from my mom's."

She ceased her burrowing into his chest to look up at him with a quizzical little frown on her face. "From your mom's? But why wasn't it already here under the tree with all the others?"

"Well," he said with a smile, "this one is a bit special." Her puzzled expression increased as she looked at the box and he couldn't help but laugh again. Ah Yoba, she was so cute!

"I had to get my mom to take care of it for the night. Why don't we take a look? Follow me!" He lifted the box off the table and, nodding his head towards the living room, carried it through and set it down in front of the fire, sitting down cross-legged in front of it and holding out a hand for Lily to join him.

Confusion still firmly in place, a wide-eyed Lily took his hand and sank to the ground next to him.

"Go ahead... open it."

He fixed his gaze to her face, not wanting to miss a moment as she tentatively pulled at the ribbon that bound the box then lifted the lid.

A gasp left her lips as a tiny ball of white fluff with bright blue eyes, dark ears and a triangular shaped wedge of grey fur painting the front of its face carefully poked up its head and stared at its new owners.

"Seb… oh… it's adorable… I love it!" She let out a little sob as the kitten hopped out of its box and immediately made its way into her lap, purring and rubbing its head against her hand. "I never thought I'd have one of my own, they're so rare…" the sweetest smile lit her face as she looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears. "I can't believe you remembered."

"Of course I remembered," he said softly, heart melting as he reached out to cradle her cheek, loving her reaction, loving her.

It was one of the few happy memories Lily had told him from her past. Of the gentle Birman cat her grandmother had owned and how she had cuddled it endlessly as a child.

"I remember everything you've ever said. I put my name on the waiting list for one as soon as you told me. I know you never had a happy Winter Star thanks to your dad, Lily, but that all changes right now. This is just the start, I'm going to make this day so perfect for you!"

Tears ran down her cheeks as she gazed at him, stars in her eyes. "Oh Sebby…" she touched his face in return, "you're so sweet, you do know it's not your job to make up for every bad thing that ever happened to me, don't you?"

He smiled, took her in his arms and kissed her. "You're wrong, baby… that's exactly what my job is!"

Sebastian kissed his sleeping wife on the forehead, remembering the sound of her laughter, the taste of her happy tears, the feel of her in his embrace. The only gifts he had wanted that day. He laid his cheek on the top of her head and sighed, stroking her hair fondly, his smile full of peace and contentment as he held her close.

Yes, that was his job. To make up for every bad thing that had ever been done to her. Even if it took him his whole life.

"You're my angel, Lily," he said softly as the decorations twisted and twinkled gently above their heads. "My Winter Star Angel."

~The End~

Cute little page dividers by @chachachannah / Boring old plain green ones by me!

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