#A++ fic i’m gonna cry now (tears of joy)

[thedeerman]

hi! i binged 75 chapters of ur amazing fic within a week, so have some art of a scene i particularly enjoyed. have a great day deer

NO FUCKING WAY 😩😩😩 this is beautiful and i love it!! genuinely gonna make me cry tears of joy lmao thank you so much for enjoying my writing and for this amazing art!! do you mind if i link it to my masterpost??

seriously tho i fucking LOVE THIS and i’m so honored 😭❤️

[haythamkawaii]

IM WAILING！！！ this is most wholesome thing 😭😭

i’m here for dadpart taking care of the kids and loving them so much to the point it kills him should the day come when they reunite with their families…！it’ll be too hard for him to let go— but until then, they’ll plant their own little sunflower field, eat and sell its seeds, take boat rides with omega and the batch, etc… oh, and dadpart takes hairstyling courses! haha, maybe that’ll be a business for him~~

your work is so endearing and made me so happy. thank you so much for this 🫶🥹

A Different Life

Summary: What if Rampart made a different choice on Tantiss that led him to survive and live a life on Pabu?

I was inspired by @haythamkawaii's artwork on Rampart surviving and living with the kids on Pabu, as I thought it was a really cute artwork and concept. Hence, I came up with this small fic. I feel like it's a bit messy but maybe you all will like it, there's cute content with the kids based on the artwork towards the end :)

taglist: @traveller-of-word-and-screen @amalthiaph

Being freed out of that Imperial prison definitely had its benefits, though being taken by the clones who had been a pain in his ass was not what he expected at all. He remembered CT-9904 being fully loyal to the Empire and following the orders he would give him. Now he was with others just like him, a traitor in the Empire’s eyes. 

Edmon Rampart’s life seemed perfect and organized when he was trusted with power. A Vice Admiral of the Empire and an influential one to help keep order as the Empire began its first days. He only followed orders when they were given, not asking any questions. He had all that power to make soldiers and senators listen to his every word and make sure rebels were eradicated. 

When that Pantoran senator revealed the truth about Kamino’s destruction in front of the entire Senate, Rampart remembered the way his anxiety rose in that moment. The second the Emperor had come out, it was over for him. Fired and demoted to work in an Imperial labor camp. Days of toil and sweat while following someone else’s orders. 

He had made a deal with the clones so he could get out of the camp, even though the clones were going to take him anyway and not let him go. The clones took him along on their path and pressured him with questions about Tantiss and Hemlock, which made Rampart wonder why they were asking about this.

Rampart had only met that man once and used to have one of the operatives he designed. He told the clones all of the limited knowledge he knew about Tantiss, and now he was stuck on a shuttle on its way there. Rampart did in fact enjoy being in control again around other Imperials, but Tantiss wasn’t a place he did not want to go to again for no necessary reason. 

On the way there, he began thinking about his choices. When they would reach Tantiss, the clones would continue to keep him by their side and make sure he doesn’t run off. If he did, all the troopers there could capture him and keep him trapped inside Tantiss. He would likely get inside Tantiss either way since that was the clones’ primary objective. There could be something useful there for his advantage.

They had reached Tantiss and ventured into the depths of the jungle, coming across vicious creatures and troopers on the lookout for them. Rampart ran off himself out of fear to get away from the creature while the clones fought it off instead of saving themselves. 

Getting captured wasn’t enjoyable. Rampart had just landed himself into another prison with no way out. Hemlock couldn’t care less considering that Rampart was a traitor to the entire galaxy’s eyes. When the little clone who Hemlock wanted so badly for some reason let everyone free, he wanted to run and get to safety far away from Tantiss. The clones left to rescue their own, but he noticed Nala Se had different plans. 

Rampart followed Nala Se secretly after picking up a blaster, deciding that she could be of use to him depending on what she was looking for. He held the blaster at her, making her talk about the project Hemlock was working on for the Emperor’s wants in the lab. Tantiss was doomed to its fate anyways, and all of this information was vital to helping him get his status back in the Empire. 

“My work will never belong to you or the Empire. It will always be Kaminoan,” Nala Se said, the blaster still aimed at her heart. 

Rampart scoffed. “Not any longer.” He was seconds away from pulling the trigger, but Nala Se continued on in her monotone voice. 

“The Empire had already used your skills for their own needs and had thrown you aside. What makes you think they won’t do it again?”

Rampart’s finger lay on the trigger. He thought that by delivering the data to the Empire and the Emperor personally, he could regain his place and become someone of high importance again. Yet, everyone in the Empire had a use under its new regime. All the clones were being used until they either were killed in action or until the new stormtrooper program had taken full effect. Whenever someone died, they were just simply honored for their service to the Empire and disregarded as if they hadn’t played an important part in bringing this regime to power. Even Hemlock was being used in this game for his skills, and he too could eventually be thrown out once his skills were used up. 

Nala Se observed Rampart while he contemplated his choices. The explosive in her hand continued ticking, multiple seconds away from blowing both of them and the lab up into pieces. 

His finger loosened on the trigger, moving away as Rampart lowered the blaster. The Empire had already used him once. There could be chances of a better life away from the Empire’s control, and Rampart’s eyes were opening up to those possibilities. 

“You’ve made your choice?” Nala Se asked. The explosive was nearing its mark. 

Rampart met eyes with Nala Se. He glanced over at all the data about Project Necromancer, all there for his taking. Even something that could easily be destroyed. 

“You need to run.”

Rampart scrunched his eyebrows. “What?”

Nala Se raised her arms, showing Rampart the ticking explosive. Rampart’s eyes widened and his anxiety spiked. 

“What… You need to drop that and we need to run out of here!” he exclaimed. 

Nala Se quickly shook her head. “I must do this. The Empire cannot have any of my work.”

The explosive was ticking fast. 

Rampart swallowed. He picked up the blaster for his protection and immediately ran towards the exit of the lab as the explosive ticked faster. He shut the door and began to run more, just as the explosive went off inside. Nala Se was gone, and so was the data. Rampart picked himself up on his feet and ran to find a ship off this place. 

Tantiss was a maze. He didn’t understand how anyone who worked here got around. Sometimes Rampart could hear blaster fire going off in the distance. The sounds of blaster fire and footsteps were growing nearer, which told Rampart’s inner voice that he needed to start running faster. 

“Halt!”

A group of troopers approached Rampart with their blasters pointed right at him. He would have run more but he was utterly outnumbered, and their blasters were ready to either get him stunned or shot to death. 

Before Rampart could act, multiple blaster shots were fired in the troopers’ direction. Each one fell to the ground as a group of clones made their way past the knocked out troopers. Rampart recognized one of the clones as the same one who had given him the Imperial uniform. 

The clone had raised his eyebrow when spotting Rampart. “You’re still here and alive.”

Rampart scoffed. “Didn’t expect you to care.”

Echo didn’t have any time to talk. The clones needed to get out of this place as quickly as possible. 

“Wait!”

The clones kept on running, ignoring Rampart. Rampart followed them to one of the main hangars where a ship was available for their escape. He stopped to catch a breath right when one of the ships available was opened up. The clones loaded up onto the ship one by one like a flock of birds who would never leave each other. 

There was no other ship left in the hangar, so Rampart had approached their ship. It was crazy, but it was one of his chances he needed to take.

Echo noticed Rampart coming forward. Before he could say anything, Rampart spoke up. “Take me wherever your band is going. The Empire could already be on its way and they’ll want nothing to do with me. They’ll just throw me into another prison or possibly kill me.”

“I don’t think that’s our problem.” Echo never planned on taking Rampart back with them. He thought he would have gotten himself captured again by the troopers roaming around. 

“Please!” Rampart begged. “All the details regarding the Emperor’s project have been destroyed, and if I’m still here, the Empire could accuse me and have me beheaded.”

Echo stared at Rampart. He could see fear in his eyes. He didn’t know if Rampart was telling the truth about the lab being destroyed, but he really wanted to get out of here. If they left him for the Empire’s hands, they could extract any information and names he knew for their advantage and kill him in an instant. Deep down, Echo felt like he couldn’t risk it. 

Echo grabbed Rampart’s arm and pushed him up the ramp. He sat him down and grabbed some binders, tying Rampart’s hands together. Rampart let out a heavy sigh. As if this is really necessary. 

Once CT-9904, the other clone with longer hair and the little blond-haired clone returned, the ship was ready to go. Rampart stayed silent while the clones gathered together and had eavesdropped on their conversations. Hemlock was dead after being shot by the clones themselves, and all of his data was gone. 

“So he wasn’t lying.” Now Echo had believed Rampart. When the clones looked at him, Rampart averted his eyes to the floor, avoiding eye contact. 

While listening, Rampart’s eyes grew heavy. He laid back on the ship’s walls and closed his eyes before everything went dark. 

When Rampart awoke, he could hear sounds that seemed alike to birds and laughter. His hands were still tied together by the binders. He rubbed his eyes and saw sunlight to his left. One of the clones stood near him like he was on guard. Question was, where in the blazes of the galaxy did the clones just take him?

“Where are we?” Rampart asked the clone, who didn’t answer. Of course they wouldn’t tell him anything. Rampart slowly stood up, meeting eyes with the clone. “May I get some air at least?”

The clone scowled at him, but didn’t refuse. Rampart walked down the ramp while the clone followed behind him. 

The air was very fresh and clean. Locals roamed around peacefully with no Empire in sight. A little kid chased around these strange small creatures, and she seemed to be wearing something similar to the prison outfits the clones had. 

Rampart had never seen a place like this. All the clones were walking around, enjoying some native foods and talking amongst themselves. Everyone was free and Rampart was far away from any possible Imperial control. He didn’t even want to be near them any longer. Living here could be a more suitable option. 

“Well, you’re awake.” The same clone Rampart talked with before he knocked out came over. A female Rampart didn’t know walked alongside the clone with her hands behind her back. Rampart did recognize her doctoral uniform as the same one everyone wore on Tantiss and in other Imperial science divisions that had relations with Kaminoan science. He could only question why someone like her was here with them. 

“What is this place? And could I be freed of these?” Rampart repeated his inquiry. He was also getting tired of the binders being a small weight on his wrists. 

“A safe place away from the Empire and away from others like you,” the clone said. “As for you, you could be placed back into another prison for your crimes.”

“And after all that happened?” Rampart replied. “Sure, I was going to take all the data for myself before that Kaminoan blew up the lab, but the Empire would likely use me and throw me out again once they take advantage of all I can offer. They may have given me all of the status and power I could ever achieve, but it isn’t worth being a plaything for the Emperor.”

Echo scoffed. “So you finally figured it out.”

The female stepped forward. “You could have a choice. Either start a new life and forget the Empire or continue to be on the run from them. That choice already might be clear though.”

She was right. Rampart examined the life on this remote island, and it was better than anything the Empire could offer. The female carefully unlocked his binders to let his hands free. The two didn’t say any more words, letting Rampart go and heading back into the ship. 

Rampart rubbed his left wrist, moving his hands around after the binders had held them together for a long amount of time. The locals didn’t seem to care that an individual wearing an Imperial uniform was roaming among them. Some clones had glanced over but went on minding their business with food and exploring the island.  

“Eva, be careful!”

Rampart turned around after hearing a tiny voice exclaim. Multiple of those strange creatures ran past his path, causing him to nearly trip. The same kid he saw earlier kept on running towards him and slipped on her heel. She would have hit the ground if Rampart didn’t catch hold of her arms and lifted her up to her feet. 

The young kid looked up at him and lighted a comforting smile. “Thank you, mister.” 

A few other kids (one of them holding a baby) approached with concern in their eyes. They were all wearing the same outfit similar to the clones. Other than the baby, the kids looked around seven to eleven years of age. Each of them looked at Rampart with clueless and shy faces, huddling together. Rampart knelt down in front of them. 

“Were you all kept on Tantiss?” he asked them. The younglings looked at each other. 

“You mean that mountain?” the young Mirialan asked. 

“We were but we don’t know why,” added the Iktotchi. 

Rampart observed the kids. They all seemed like regular kids on the outside, but there definitely was something special about them that they were kept locked up in a facility like that. 

“What are your names?”

Each one introduced themselves, and the little Pantoran introduced the baby Tarlafar. Eva, Jax, Sami, and Baryn. All taken from their homes for the Empire’s needs. Now they were far away from the Empire’s hands and all that mattered was finding their families so they could go home safely. 

Eva walked up to Rampart. “Are you going to help find our homes too?”

Rampart blinked. He didn’t really think he deserved being someone who would help. All he had ever done was hurt others and work to control worlds. But he was no longer a man who served the Empire. Any knowledge he had could be useful. 

Rampart looked into the eyes of the young Iktotchi. They were filled with hope and innocence, something the Empire could have easily stripped away if they had been kept in their clutches. He placed a hand on her shoulder. 

“I’ll try.”

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Weeks passed, and so did a month. A few clones who remained on Pabu had gotten adjusted to life on the island. They all enjoyed fishing activities and treating themselves to fish and seaweed rolls and ice cones during the sunset hours. 

Rampart had gotten adjusted as well. He knew the clones would never trust him fully after the role he played in the destruction of Kamino, but he was working to make a new life for himself. Shedding the Imperial uniform, he now fitted himself to wear regular colorful shirts, woven sweaters, and comfortable jogging pants. 

The kids he met on his first day here still remained on Pabu, waiting for the day they could return safely to their families. Baryn was the only one who had been safely reunited with his mother already through an address located on his beloved toy that Sami had spotted. The clones were trying the best they could for the other kids and Rampart supplied them with any of the knowledge he had about their home planets, but it was still a bit of a struggle with the Empire growing in numbers everywhere. 

Rampart walked into the busy marketplace, spotting the kids getting themselves some ice cones. They had taken off the uniforms they were given on Tantiss for more lively clothes. Eva wore a yellow and white striped sweater with some blue shorts and white boots, Sami had a light blue and white striped shirt with an orange ascot and white shoes, and Jax had a brown sweater jacket with some blue pants and brown laced shoes. They thanked the seller for the ice cones and dug right in. 

Sami spotted Rampart and waved. Rampart gave her a smile before heading over. The kids were pretty curious younglings, and he had grown a bit closer to them over the weeks. The kids loved talking about their homes, and Rampart sat and listened whenever they missed their families. 

“Can you come watch the boat race with us today?” Eva asked, hopping up and down. Rampart knelt and picked her up to hold her gently. The locals on Pabu were hosting a boat race and the kids couldn’t stop talking about it all week. Rampart nodded, following them down to the docks where the race was about to begin. He had seen the little blonde clone–Omega–and the others there too, watching the race together. 

Eva and Jax cheered as the boats sped off, going around in the ocean and following the set-up race track in the water. Rampart had picked up Sami so she could see the race better while still holding Eva. Sami cheered and waved her hands around, some of her ice cone dripping onto Rampart’s hair, making him sigh. Jax was fascinated by the race. He thought of visiting one day when he was older and taking part in the race if he could come back after being with his family again. 

The kids were happy and safe, and Rampart was glad he chose this life instead of running back to the Empire. The sun couldn’t be any brighter than it was today.

[alwaysmicado]

Fleshlight

5.2k | 18+ MDNI | Nathan Bateman x f!reader

Warnings: pwp, D/s dynamic, vaginal fisting, object insertion, p in v (kind of), edging, pussy & face slapping, degradation, dacryphilia, soft(ish) Nathan Summary: Nathan punishes you for being a spoiled brat by edging you in various ways. A/N: I don’t have an excuse for this one...please just know that it’s not my fault. It’s his. Can be read alone or together with my other Nathan fics. Enjoy and let me know what you think! 🤍

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” he asks you with a raised eyebrow, his fingers lightly tracing your naked belly. “Go on.” 

You shakily exhale, the sensation of Nathan’s touch overwhelming your already oversensitive body. Nathan knows perfectly well that every caress, every contact sends your brain into a frenzy, rendering coherent thought or speech impossible. The self-satisfied smirk on his stupid, handsome face tells you as much.

The fact that he’s stroking his cock while sitting on his heels between your spread legs isn’t helping either.

Not at all. 

“Hey,” he slaps you hard across the face when you take too long to answer him. “I’m not telling you again.”

The dark glint in his eyes and the harshness of the slap tell you that he means it. His stinging hand goes back to caressing your naked belly, moving further up to your exposed tits. 

You take a second to process the searing pain spreading across your cheek before your brain urges you to speak. “I’m sorry, it just–” Your voice catches in your throat as hot tears well up and trickle down your temples. Your whole body is trembling. “It hurts so bad.”

A sob escapes your quivering lips. They’re swollen and bruised from all the nipping and sucking Nathan’s been doing over the past hour, dried blood visible in the left corner from where he struck you particularly hard.  

Nathan chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his whole face lighting up with genuine joy at your despair. “If you think this little show of yours is gonna get you out of your punishment, you’re mistaken, baby. Now get the fuck on, or I’ll double it.”

His hand explores your left tit, caressing it, squeezing it, savoring the feeling of your warm, soft skin. 

“I don’t deserve to come because I’m a spoiled brat,” you whine as he brushes over your erect nipple, a jolt of electricity shooting through you.

“Hmm, is that so?” he asks facetiously, pinching your nipple and tugging on it so hard you cry out and yank at the cuffs binding you to Nathan’s bed, writhing in pain and ecstasy.

At this point, you could probably come from him pinching your nipple long enough.

“Yes,” you pant, your chest heaving as he’s moved on to your right tit, circling your nipple with the pad of his middle finger.

“You know, it’s funny. I hear your words, but I still don’t think you actually mean them.”

Nathan abandons his cock to reach for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, pouring a generous amount of the cold fluid onto his right hand. Your alert eyes follow each of his movements, and a whimper escapes your lips as you realize what’s coming.

“‘Cause you wouldn’t be such a whiny crybaby if you really meant what you said,” he sighs, his dark eyes studying your face with satisfaction. You’re sweaty, teary-eyed, desperate, and undeniably beautiful. 

He spreads the lube over his fingers, his palm, and the back of his hand, meticulously coating them in the slick substance. With a swift motion, he wipes his left hand on the towel beside your torso before sliding his lubed-up fingers up and down your puffy folds. Your eyes flutter shut at his touch, and a moan escapes your lips as you eagerly arch your hips, craving more of his touch.

A harsh slap on your swollen, oversensitive clit jolts your eyes back open as you cry out in agony. Overwhelming pain shoots through your body, leaving you gasping and writhing against the restraints. Desperately, you attempt to wriggle away and close your legs, but the taut ropes don’t allow you to move much at all.

They’re attached to the cuffs around your wrists and your thighs, right above your knees, connected to the headboard. You have no chance of getting away.

You’re bound, helpless, spread open—completely at Nathan’s mercy.

The stinging sensation from his slap is so painful that a fresh wave of tears streams down your temples, your attempts to stifle the pained noises leaving your lips proving futile.

“I decide how and when to touch you, slut,” Nathan purrs in a deceptively calm voice. “You understand?”

When you don’t respond quickly enough, he delivers another sharp strike to your clit, eliciting a mixture of yelps from you, blending agony and elation. Your body’s wound so tightly that if he keeps this up, he’ll make you come from his slaps alone.

“Yes,” you blurt out, tears stinging your eyes. “I understand.”

Nathan’s been edging you for what feels like an eternity—torturing you with his tongue, his fingers, his voice. Each time he’d get you close to coming, he’d stop all movement, reveling in the progressively more desperate pleas and screams falling from your lips. 

“What’s your color, baby?”

He watches your face intently as he slides three fingers inside you in one swift movement, leisurely fucking your dripping wet pussy.

“Green,” you moan, arching your back as your walls clamp down hard around Nathan’s digits. His left hand grips your thigh, his fingertips digging into your skin.

Satisfied with your answer, he pulls his fingers out of you and glides his lubed-up hand through your folds, tracing a path from your swollen clit down to your asshole. After thoroughly covering you in lube, he withdraws his hand and looks at your face. Your eyes are filled with lust, your pupils dilated, your gaze locked onto Nathan’s dark eyes.

“Mmm, I love when you look at me like that, slut,” he murmurs, brushing his fingertips over your clit.

The low sounds of pleasure from your lips are sweet, but Nathan’s searching for harder sounds of ecstasy.

Holding onto your hip with his left hand, he slides his fingers back inside you, adding his pinky this time, slowly pushing all four fingers all the way in. You gasp as he stretches you, holding his fingers inside you so you can adjust to them. Encouraged by your desperate noises, he rotates his hand clockwise and counter-clockwise, feeling your muscles gradually yield and welcome the intrusion.

Your body trembles under his touch, each sensation sparking a surge of electricity that courses through you, igniting every nerve ending with a fiery intensity.

With an extra little push, the big knuckles of Nathan’s hand press against your glistening, stretched lips, your moans escalating into a squeal of ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck, Nathan!”

He holds his hand still for a moment, scanning your face for any signs of discomfort, before easing back an inch and gradually sliding back in. Your body responds with urgency, writhing against the restraints as you moan and whimper at the sensation of Nathan's knuckles disappearing inside you.

“Almost there, my filthy little whore,” he murmurs, amazed by the elasticity of your pussy. 

He squeezes more lube onto his exposed hand and maintains the slow, rhythmic in-and-out movement. After a minute, he reaches the point where all he has to do is tuck in his thumb and push, and his hand would slide in the rest of the way.

“You wanna feel my fist inside you, slut?” Nathan’s dark eyes pierce yours, the hunger you can see in them causing your pussy to clench around his fingers.

“Yes,” you let out, breathless, helpless. You’re a puddle from his touch, and all you want is for him to keep filling you, your desire for him insatiable.

After a few more pumps, he pulls his fingers out almost completely, and moves his thumb into their wet embrace. Slowly, savoring the delicious feeling of your warm cunt around his fingers, he pushes all five digits into you, past the first knuckles, past the second knuckles, holding them still for a moment, listening to your breath, to your rising sounds of ecstasy.

Nathan begins to move his hand out slightly, then in slightly, his wrist twisting subtly with each motion. With every inward push, his hand penetrates a little deeper, methodically stretching you and testing your limits. He halts with the base of his thumb resting against your opening, teasingly maneuvering his hand in and out before applying pressure once more.

Each push elicits another moan from you as his hand slips deeper, gradually stretching you open. To distract you, he pinches your clit as the base of his thumb disappears inside you. 

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages you as his hand slides fully into your cunt, your muscles closing around his wrist. He keeps his hand still, allowing your body to adjust to the stretch.

You moan, deep and low, trying not to move at all. Any movement touches upon his hand inside and causes a delicious pain he’s only made you feel once before. Gasping for air, you struggle to maintain your composure.

“Breathe, baby. Slowly, in and out,” Nathan coaxes, his voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of the moment.

You let your head fall back onto the soft pillow and do as instructed, focusing on slowing your breath and calming your racing heart.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos. “You feel so fucking good.”

Nathan’s in heaven. There is nothing in the world he could ever buy or create to equal the intoxicating rush of power he’s feeling right now. With deliberate care, he curls his fingers into a fist, and he holds you, owns you completely. In this moment, you are wholly his, lost in ecstasy, panting and whimpering as your body submits to his command.

He feels your walls tense, wrapping tightly around his fist, then relax slightly. Your face contorts in agonized bliss as he rotates his wrist, feeling the walls of your flesh rub against his hand and knuckles. 

“Oh fuck,” you groan as he begins to slowly thrust his fist in and out of you, the squelching sounds coming from your dripping hole amplifying the arousal between you both.

“I’m–I’m so full. It—shit—it feels too good, Nathan. You’re—oh fuck—you’re gonna make me come like this.” 

“Look at you,” Nathan chuckles, increasing the pace of his strokes, while his other hand pinches your clit. You yelp, feeling yourself edging closer with every movement of his fist inside your cunt.

“You’re a filthy little whore, aren’t you?” he says, his breathing labored. “Yeah, you are. Letting me destroy your pussy like this and enjoying it. Filthy.”

You rock your hips, your body responding eagerly to Nathan’s touch, every sensation heightened to an almost unbearable intensity. Suddenly, you feel the overwhelming urge to come, knowing you can’t hold it back much longer.

“Please, Nathan, can I please come?” you cry out, your pussy contracting around his hand, your legs trembling. “Please, I–I can’t–”

You hear his harsh voice, “No, baby. You better hold it or you’ll be in even more trouble.”

You barely comprehend what he says to you, but you can tell by the sound of his voice that he’s not going to relent. He doesn’t give you a second to rest, continuously sliding his slick hand in and out of your pussy, greedily absorbing your delicious groans.

You close your eyes as you strain every single muscle in your body, biting your lip so hard you can taste blood, doing everything in your power to resist tipping over the edge.

“Open your eyes,” Nathan’s voice penetrates your foggy mind. “Look at me.”

You have to fight to open your eyelids.

Nathan’s gaze darkens, locking onto yours, willing you to keep your focus on him. Your body is slick with sweat, chest heaving with each labored breath as you find yourself enveloped in a haze—a trance of pure ecstasy, pain, and submission.

Nathan’s eyes drift downwards to where your bodies are connected, marveling at the sight of his wrist wrapped by your eager lips. His cock is throbbing, leaking precum onto the bed, begging for release. With a sense of reverence, he holds his hand still inside of you for a few moments longer, relishing the sensation, all while studying your expression and absorbing the symphony of your blissful pain.

“Please, Nathan,” you whine, tears welling up in your eyes, spilling over, and running down your temples. Nathan’s cock twitches at the sight.

“No, baby, you’re not allowed to come,” he says calmly, his tone laced with feigned pity, even as he continues to slide his fist in and out consistently. His eyes bore into yours and you feel like he’s penetrating your soul.

“You came into the lab looking like a hooker, interrupting my work because you were bored. I explained to you that I was busy and that you’d have to wait until I was done. You were mouthy and acted like an entitled princess, so I told you to leave and that you’d be punished. This is your punishment. You’re not allowed to come for a week and during that time, I’ll edge you as much as I please.”

“I know, I know,” you stammer, your voice breaking. “I’m so–sorry, Nathan, please.”

“Not good enough, baby. You made your choice, and now you have to face the consequences like a big girl.”

Feeling your walls flutter around his fist and hearing your moans grow louder, Nathan stops all movement, keeping his hand nestled inside you, waiting patiently for the wave of ecstasy to subside.

Your pathetic whimpering only serves to fuel Nathan’s arousal further, his cock aching to finally get some relief. Deciding that you’ve been stretched enough for what he’s got planned for you, he begins the slow process of withdrawing his hand from your cunt.

“Deep breaths, baby,” he whispers, lightly brushing over your clit with his left thumb.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck!” Your cries echo through the room as your tortured pussy begins again to open wide for him.

“That’s it,” Nathan murmurs, his voice a husky blend of primal satisfaction and raw desire, on the verge of coming untouched as he watches his hand slowly sliding out of his favorite place in the world, your trembling, slick lips parting reluctantly to release him.

The gentle grazing of his hand against your walls ignites waves of exquisite pain, and as his knuckles spread you open, the sensation intensifies, stretching you to your limits and amplifying the pleasure coursing through your body. 

“Please, Nathan, please, please, please,” you whimper, your pleas escaping in a desperate cascade of need. Your mind wanders, losing itself in another realm where you soar, liberated and weightless.

Nathan can feel the involuntary pressure of your body starting to push him out, but he resists the pressure to avoid a sudden exit that might cause you to faint. He needs you awake.

“Easy, baby,” he whispers, softly stimulating your clit with his thumb again.

As his hand slowly emerges from your raw, sensitive pussy, your body begins to shudder. Your abused hole is gaping, liquid flowing from its opening. Your eyes are glossy as you look at Nathan, your tongue absentmindedly licking over your chapped lips.

He sits back on his heels and lightly pets your thighs, spreading the combination of lube and your slickness across your skin. 

“Color, baby?” he asks, his eyes searching yours.

You take a deep breath before responding, “Green.”

“Very good,” he acknowledges with a smile, giving your clit a tap before rising from the bed. “Cause I’m not done with you.” 

He walks over to the nightstand, picks up the glass of water, and brings it to your lips. With a supportive hand, he steadies your neck, encouraging you to take a few sips.

Satisfied with your intake, he gently lowers your head back onto the pillow and sets down the glass. Then, he retrieves something from the bottom drawer of the nightstand.

His smirk worries you.

As he’s moved away from the bed, your gaze is drawn to the mirrors opposite the bed, reflecting your disheveled form. You observe your puffy, glistening folds, the wet spot on the sheets between your legs, your red eyes, your bruised and bloody lips—you’re a complete mess. A complete, happy mess. 

Nathan rounds the bed, standing in front of you with the object of his desire. It takes your hazy brain a few seconds to register what he’s holding in his hand, but when you do, your face falls, and all you can do is let out a pathetic little whimper.

No. 

He wouldn’t…right? 

Oh, who are you kidding, of course he would.

He scoffs at your shocked face as he spreads lube around the silicone fleshlight, taking his time to insert his slick fingers into the tight opening, humming in satisfaction at the sensation.

“Dumb baby,” he coos sardonically. “Did you honestly think I was gonna fuck your loose pussy after I just ruined it with my fist? I wouldn’t feel shit.”

He kneels on the bed before your spread legs again, pumping his cock slowly with his lubed-up hand. Your wide eyes follow his every movement, the desire to feel him deep inside you, to come around his cock, to have him fill you up consuming your entire being.

But you realize that none of that is going to happen. 

Instead, Nathan teases your entrance with the fleshlight, eliciting a low moan from you. He starts pushing it in slowly, only an inch or two at a time, before smoothly withdrawing it again. The sensation is quite nice, like he’s fucking you with a thick dildo, and after having his whole fist inside you, the toy glides in and out of you without much resistance.

Finally, he pushes it in until it’s fully seated inside you, leaving it there to fill you completely.

“That’s much better,” he says with a smirk as he brushes over the silicone clit and further upwards over yours a few times, then lines the tip of his cock up with the silicone lips that are beautifully framed by yours. He slides inside with one smooth thrust, groaning at the delicious feeling of the ribbed texture massaging his length. 

“Fuck me, that feels good,” Nathan moans, his cock twitching inside the fleshlight as he observes your pained expression. “Such a perfect, tight pussy.”

He leans over you, his face hovering above yours, his hands resting on the bed next to your torso.

“Do you feel that, you little slut?” he murmurs as he thrusts his hips, his balls hitting your asshole repeatedly. “Do you feel how I’m fucking this tight pussy, huh?”

When he notices tears welling up in your eyes, he crashes his lips onto yours, his tongue sliding between your lips with a fervent hunger. As you eagerly reciprocate his kiss, moaning into his mouth, you can taste yourself on his lips and beard from when he ate you out earlier, the heady flavor sending your senses reeling.

Breaking the kiss and straightening back up, Nathan firmly holds onto your thighs as he mercilessly fucks the fleshlight. His gaze never wavers as he tells you what a good little sleeve you are for his favorite pussy, how much he enjoys fucking it, or while detailing his plans to use it in your ass so you can cockwarm him all night long.

Every single word that spills from his lips has you dripping and moaning, lost in a whirlwind of desire and submission. There’s something so incredibly humiliating yet undeniably exciting about being taken by him like this. 

You love hearing his groans, you love feeling his possessive grip on your thighs, you love the feeling of his cock slamming into the fleshlight inside you—but at the same time, an increasingly big part of you is struggling with what you know is coming next.

He’s going to have an orgasm and you’re not. It’s your punishment.

The feeling of almost unbearable frustration that you know will well up within you when he fills the silicone pussy with his cum but leaves you aching is something you both crave and dread.

You’ll be all revved up with no possible release, and that’s brutal.

You try to focus on the stimulation you’re getting from the fleshlight moving inside you as Nathan keeps fucking it. And, more importantly, you try your hardest to focus on the pleasure you’re making him feel, rather than getting preoccupied with the fact that you won’t be getting any physical release.

Most of the time when edges you, you don’t have very much trouble with it, but for some reason today, it’s much more difficult for you to handle.

Nathan pulls you out of your thoughts as he moves his hands from your thighs to your tits and starts squeezing them so roughly that it’s painful. You guess that this means he’s about to come—he loves hurting you when he’s close.

Sure enough, a few strokes later he’s coming with a low groan, digging his nails deeply into your tits at the exact moment he shoots his load into the silicone pussy.

He keeps his cock buried deep inside the fleshlight for a few moments, allowing himself to empty his balls completely and catch his breath. Then, he leans back, letting his cock slide out. The sight of his cum dripping out of the fake pussy inside yours is something he wants to treasure forever.

And he can—thanks to the two 4k cameras recording everything that ever happens in his bedroom.

“Relax, baby,” you hear him say before you feel him slowly pull the fleshlight out of you. He lays it down on the towel next to you, then directs his attention to your gaping pussy. Mesmerized, he gently spreads your lips with his thumbs, his soft cock witching at the sight of your abused hole.

While Nathan’s inspecting you closely, like you’re an android he’s trying to perfect, your head is swimming with all the intense emotions you’re feeling—the deep satisfaction and pride at having pleased Nathan by enduring his punishment, the physical pain, your own frustration. 

It’s all completely overwhelming. 

You’re just grateful that, now that it’s over, you’ll have some time to calm down. Right now, you want to come desperately, and it will take you a while to get past that feeling, but you know you’ll be able to manage it eventually.

That’s why you’re so shocked by the sudden sensation of Nathan’s right hand between your legs, rubbing, while his left hand wanders up to your tits, squeezing them alternately. 

You moan and close your eyes, lost in the ecstatic feeling of his touch. He’s drawing tight circles on your clit, knowing exactly how you like to be touched, and it feels incredible.

But only half of your brain is overcome with pleasure. The other half is in full-on panic mode. You already know for a fact he isn’t going to let you come, so this is just another round of torture for his sadistic amusement.

His fingers feel so painfully good on you, far too good. He keeps alternating between squeezing your tits and digging his nails into them with his hand, intensifying the sensation of his fingers rubbing your swollen clit.

With how sensitive you already feel from him eating you out, edging you, fisting you and kind-of-fucking you, it’s only a matter of minutes before you’ll be getting close again.

You’re usually pretty good at coping with the pain of repeated denial, but right now, you feel like your level of frustration goes past your ability to handle it. The thought of reaching the precipice again, getting so close that another second would bring you to the orgasm you want so badly, is just too much to bear.

You can’t do it without losing your mind. There’s no way.

“No, no, no, please, Nathan, I can’t…Not again, please,” you plead, genuine panic evident in your strained voice.

Nathan slows the movement of his fingers on your clit, raising his head to meet your eyes with intense focus.

“Look at me, concentrate on me, baby,” you hear him say in a stern yet calm voice. “Do you trust me?”

You bite your lip hard, close your eyes with a deep exhale, then open them again. “Yes,” you choke out, your throat tight as you struggle to focus on his words. Your heart races, pounding so hard you fear it might burst from your chest.

“Listen to me,” Nathan commands. “I want you to calm down and relax, do you understand?” he asks you.

“Yes,” you reply, your voice strained.

“This isn’t up for debate. I want it, it will please me. You belong to me, your body belongs to me, and I will use it how I see fit. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Nathan,” you repeat weakly.

He returns his attention to your pussy, skillfully stimulating your clit. His eyes never leave yours as he relishes the pained expression on your face. “You’re doing great, baby. Keep breathing and stay focused on me.”

“Uh-huh,” you breathe, involuntarily rocking your hips as Nathan, yet again, brings you closer and closer to your high with every precise movement of his fingers.  

“I’m gonna come soon,” you pant, your voice tinged with hope and desperation, wishing he would relent before it becomes too overwhelming.

“Very good. But I’m not going to stop until you’re right on the edge.”

“Okay,” is all you can get out, resigned to your fate.

It only takes another minute. You feel the orgasm building inside you, right there, ready to wash over you in just another second. You feel a tiny, nagging impulse to lie, to tell him it’s come on so fast you couldn’t stop him in time. But you know if you did that, you’d feel so guilty you wouldn’t even be able to enjoy the orgasm.

So, instead, you yell, “Stop!”

He does, sitting back on his heels, hands off your body. 

You yank at the restraints securing your wrists and legs, writhing and screaming at the torturous feeling of your imminent orgasm being taken from you so cruelly. Your clit burns and pulsates, and your sore pussy clenches around nothing in a vain attempt to bring you to completion.

You take deep breaths, attempting to steady yourself. Your chest is heaving and your body’s trembling uncontrollably. Whimpers and sobs escape you as you bury your face into the pillow, eyes tightly shut. 

Your orgasm was so fucking close, and having it ripped away by a man whose smirk you could see through tear-filled eyes has you ready to punch a wall…or claw his eyes out.

You feel a very unsubmissive urge to tell Nathan he’s a bastard for doing this to you. He knows damn well how hard edging is on you, so why the hell is he putting you through this? Just because you wanted to spend more time with him? It’s not fair.

He’s already untied both of your legs and let them down gently, making sure you slowly stretch them for the first time in over an hour. He kneels beside your torso, releasing you from the cuffs around your right, then your left wrist. He watches your face intently, savoring your tears and the pained sobs escaping your swollen lips.

If you weren’t sore, he’d fuck you right now. You’re so beautiful when you’re hurting.

You turn onto your left side, away from Nathan, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. You’re scared by how angry you are at him and want to feel as small as possible because it makes you feel safe.

Nathan lies on his side behind you, drawing the covers over your trembling body. Propping his head up on his hand, he places his palm on your shoulder, stroking your arm gently. Your muscles tense at his touch, conflicted emotions swirling within.

“You wanna come, baby?” he coos, a hint of sadistic amusement in his voice.

What the fuck do you think?

You don’t say anything, weak sniffles occasionally breaking your silence.

Nathan sighs deeply but decides to let your non-response slide. He’s pushed you a lot today, and as he observes your fragile state, he’s prepared to cut you some slack. 

“Tell me why I’m not letting you.” He puts a soft kiss on your damp shoulder blade, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

“Because my pain makes you happy,” you say, your voice strained.

“Yeah, well, that’s a given,” Nathan says with a hint of amusement. “But seriously, I want you to tell me why I’m not letting you come.”

You’re biting your tongue so hard to refrain from saying something you’ll regret, acutely aware that your frustration is clouding your ability to find the part of your mind where the right answer Nathan’s looking for is located.  

He gives you a moment to gather yourself, confident you’ll be able to overcome your anger.

Eventually, you relent. “I don’t deserve to come because I’m a spoiled brat,” you murmur into your pillow. “I–I lashed out at you today because I felt neglected and that wasn’t the way to go about it. I need to be punished for that and I trust you to make the right decision about what that punishment should look like.”

Nathan listens attentively, his expression softening as he hears your words. “That’s exactly right, baby,” he says gently, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your shoulder blade and neck. “See? Even a dumb little toy like you gets it eventually.”

He sits up, leaning against the headboard. “Come here,” he murmurs, motioning for you to lay on him. Meeting his gaze for a second, you obediently nestle your head on his warm skin, your left arm draped over his torso.

He allows you a moment to calm down, gently scratching your scalp, the rhythmic beat of his heart relaxing you. You savor the fleeting intimacy, fully aware that he’ll soon ask you to leave as he has an important meeting scheduled in half an hour.

Your ears perk up when his low voice breaks the silence, his chest vibrating with each word. “I know edging is hard for you, and I’m glad to hear you understand why things need to be this way. I’m proud of you.”

You nuzzle your head against his chest, an overwhelming feeling of warmth spreading through you. Nathan’s proud of you. No orgasm in the world could ever compare to the feeling of hearing those words from him.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you today,” you murmur.

“Apology accepted,” he says, his tone sincere. “Now, go to the bathroom and take a shower. Dinner’s ready in twenty minutes and I bought that stupid Dune movie you won’t shut up about.”

You lift your head and stare at him in disbelief, convinced that your brain—or Nathan—is playing a trick on you. You’re so confused.

“But what about the meet–”

He raises an eyebrow. “If your ass is not out of this bed in the next ten seconds, I’m tying you up again, and I promise you won’t like what I’ll do to you then.”

You can’t hold back the dopey grin that spreads across your face as you pull back the covers and scurry to the bathroom as fast as your weak legs will allow. 

Nathan watches with an imperceptible smile as your silhouette disappears behind the automatic door.

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[altsvu]

i love what you did with my last ask so i just knew i needed to do another. how about a aaron x black!reader she's 7 months pregnant and over the phone has a discussion with aaron about the baby's skin color telling him "what if when it gets older it gets killed" and even aaron has to take a breath but over all jack heard the convo and is confused because he's like 8 and doesn't understand race like that and you and aaron explain it

complexities of race

pairing: aaron hotchner x pregnant!black!fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

cw: underlying mentions of current climate (iykyk), brief mentions of race/racism, fluff, pregnancy

a/n: girlll your prompts are so amazing, i love that you give me a challenge 🫶🏽🫶🏽 this was so hard to write not gonna lie, but of course i enjoyed it nonetheless!!! also this is the first fic of 2024! :) also i’m sorry it took me so long to write this!

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“Aaron... I have something to tell you.” you smiled, leaning against the frame of the living room walkway. You hoped that he would be just as excited as you were, all those nights making love paid off.

“Sweetheart... you’re smiling, grinning even. What is it?” He asked.

“I’m pregnant.” you gushed, revealing the pregnancy test that was hidden in your hand.

Aaron’s eyes lit up in excitement. He rushed over to you and pulled you into his arms. “Oh, Y/N, that’s amazing!”

You were crying tears of joy, you were super excited to finally have a baby with the love of your life.

Fast forward to 7 months, you were thriving through all the symptoms of pregnancy. All the motion sickness, waking up in the middle of the night to throw up, the kicking, just to name a few.

Aaron made sure to be there for you every step of the way, from the moment he found out you were pregnant up until now. He would rub your belly a lot, give you foot and shoulder massages, satisfy your weird food cravings, and even read to your unborn child when he could.

You had no worries about this pregnancy. Until the intrusive thoughts started coming. Being a soon to be mom, you didn’t know if it was mother’s intuition, or just the simple fact that you were a black woman living in America. You started thinking a lot about how your baby would be when they grew up. Facing racism almost everywhere you went was not fun, which was why learning how to handle a situation like that was extremely important. You didn’t want your child being made fun of for their skin color or the way they look and not being able to see their self worth, see how beautiful they are, and that comments like those are baseless and have no real meaning.

This was something that needed to be discussed with Aaron. He sees the world differently than you do so it was important to you that your significant other understand your feelings and experiences. It wasn’t going to be like any other conversation they have had about racism; this time it involved a child, an innocent child.

You were at your grandparents’ house for the weekend and you decided to call Aaron to talk while you had some downtime.

He answered the phone fast and the two of you got into conversation quick. He asked you if you were doing okay and that he missed you and couldn’t wait until you came back so he could take care of you. You expressed that you missed him as well and asked him how he and Jackson were doing.

Then you decided to let the cat out of the bag.

“Aaron?”

“Yes love?”

You exhaled out of your nose. “There’s something I’m worried about, uh, for this pregnancy. Or at least something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about for a while.”

“What is it?”

“Our baby is black. I just- I dunno, what if... our child gets killed when it goes out into the world on their own? This world is a sick place and it’s hard to raise a black child.“

Aaron paused for a bit. He knew what you were saying was the truth, and nothing but the truth. But he had no idea how to respond. Growing up, he never really knew what it was like to be made fun of because of the color of someone’s skin, let alone now in today’s world, where people get killed just because of it.

“Y/N, I want you to know that our baby will be protected to the fullest extent. Everything that you told me is all true, and I don’t want to dismiss any of your feelings.”

“I know, and I appreciate you for that.” you answered.

All of Aaron’s words were reassuring, but you still didn’t think he understood. It’s not that you were mad at him for that, you didn’t blame him for anything. You wanted to educate as much as possible.

You were the oldest daughter in your family, and seeing how your other siblings were raised, you wanted the best for your child.

You continued talking to Aaron about it in hopes that those intrusive thoughts would go away sometime soon.

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You were back from your grandparents’ house and you were now sitting on the couch at Aaron’s place, which became yours as well since you moved in with him.

He had something important to talk to you about, and a part of you thought it had to do with the phone conversation a few days ago.

“Is everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, um, it’s just Jack. He overheard our conversation the other day and he’s been asking questions and I think it would be best for the both of us to answer those questions.”

“I think that’s a good thing. He’s growing up and these are conversations that need to be held. I’m happy to help him understand as best as I can.”

Aaron took your hand and smiled. “I agree.”

A few hours later, after Jack came back home from school, the three of you sat at the dining table enjoying the meal Aaron cooked. Beforehand, you had told Aaron that you were gonna use the eggs in the fridge as an example since Jack was still so young to understand technical terms.

“So, Jack, we wanted to talk to you about something, and it’s very important, okay?” Aaron started.

“Okay.”

“So I know you’ve asked about what race is and things like that. I wanna show you something, okay? I think it will help you understand.”

You got up and got a white and a brown egg from the fridge as well as a spoon and placed them in front of Jack.

“Which egg do you want to break?”

“The white one!” Jack exclaimed, taking the spoon and breaking it.

You smiled softly. “Okay, good. Now how come you decided not to break the brown one instead?”

“I thought it would look different on the inside.”

“Well, do you wanna see something cool?” You asked. Jack nodded in response. You took the spoon and broke the brown one.

“They look the same on the inside.” Jack noted.

“You’re right, Jack. The eggs look different on the outside, but when you break them open, you see that they look the same.” Aaron started.

He explained to Jack that people have preferences for a lot of tangible things, and how it can apply to actual human beings. For only being 8 years old, Jack was very attentive to what you and Aaron had to say, and was asking all the right questions.

“Because the baby growing inside of me is going to look different than you, people may not like that. But my baby is a human too.”

“Is that why you were scared?”

You nodded. “I went through it too, and I just want to keep my baby safe.”

Jack went over to you and hugged your belly in response. It made you smile from ear to ear.

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“Hi beautiful.” Aaron said, kissing your cheek.

It had been evening time at this point and Aaron had just tucked Jack into bed, and you were lying down in the other room reading a book.

“Hi,” you responded back smiling.

Aaron got settled in with you in bed and cuddled. “Do you feel better about everything now?”

“Honestly, I know that deep down inside, those feelings are still there and will arise at some point but being able to talk about it freely is refreshing.” you admitted. “And that’s okay.”

He smiled. “That’s good. I’m glad Jack was able to take part of this conversation with us.”

“Me too. Surely we’ll have even more engaging conversations like this.”

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Like I’m Gonna Lose You

ship: Cassian x Reader type: drabble warning(s): none, self-doubt maybe word count: 1,8k words summary: Heyy idk if you're taking fuc requests but if you are can you write a cass x reader fic where they've been together a while but they're slowly drifting apart and only reader can see it and basically makes cass grovel? Idk if that made sense lmao but whatever you make of it in sure it'll be great. 

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You sit on a lounger, high on the roof terrace of the House of Wind, the tip of your finger absently tracing over the rim of your class. From your position your have the perfect view over the whole terrace, right to the training pitch. 

Your eyes stay on Cassian, observing him silently. He is training with Azriel, their chatter and the echoes of their laughter reaching you. 

You would love to laugh along, to join in, but you are so wrapped up in your thoughts, you can't. A feeling of unease settles into your gut as you try to remember when it was the last time that you and Cassian laughed so freely. It must have been weeks, maybe months. 

Something is going on between the two of you. You don't know what it is, but it is there and it is a cold feeling. Something that makes a small crack appear in your heart. But this crack threatens to increase with each passing day.  

As you watch them sparr, a pang of distance tugs at your soul. Not only is your heart aching, but also the bridge between your souls. The bond. 

Your gaze stays on Cassian, focusing on how he elegantly glides over the pitch. He still is, without doubt, the most beautiful male in the the world. The one you fell in love with, the one you gave your heart and soul to and then one you would choose over and over again. 

But there are these questions, that fill in your mind, doubts gnawing at you. Are you both growing apart? Is your once unbreakable bond becoming fragile all of sudden? Is this bond not meant forever? Was it never meant forever? In the past weeks Cassian has spent so much time with Az and Rhys, and you would never blame him for it. They are his brothers and he loves them. But you are here as well, and it seems like you are not at all important to him anymore. 

Cassian lands a blow, and you try to cheer him on, to be supportive, but a cool feeling overcomes you when your cheering is met with ignorance. Maybe he hasn't noticed you?

But Azriel has noticed you, so how would Cassian not?

It's as if you are an outsider, observing a something that you are no longer part of. And that makes you incredibly sad. 

You take a sip from your glass, and then place it down on the ground next to you before you lean back on the lounger and close your eyes. There is this bitter taste at the back of your mouth, your throat burning a little as your eyes start to water. What if his distance really means that he no longer wants to be with you?

You are yearning for the closeness you once had, the dreams and hopes you kept talking about. The future you had planned with Cassian. He is your mate, his your love and your life. Since the day the bond snapped you have never imagined to live a day without him. But this might all be coming to an end now…

As you lie there on the lounger, you feel the widening space between your souls, the ache of drifting apart. The joy that once has been brightly glowing between your souls, the passion and the love, it seems like it has vanished. 

Tidal waves of sadness pull you into a sea of doubt and uncertainty. You squeeze your eyes tighter shit, wanting to drown out everything around you. And in the midst of it all, you only hope that you will find a way back to each other's hearts, making the bond stronger again. 

Sadness engulfs you, like a huge cloud that dims the sun and robs you of your happiness. It slings around you, and grips your tightly. 

You bit down on your lower lip, hoping to stop the tears before they can leave your eyes. You don't want to cry. Not yet. Not if maybe there can be a solution found for it all. You don't want to think about all the negative outcomes of this now — it is too soon, maybe things can go into a different direction…Maybe, just maybe. 

A sudden touch on your knee startles you and you jerk up, eyes snapping open.

"No longer enjoying watching us spar?" Cassian asks with a smile on his face, his thumb brushing over your knee. 

Tension of unspoken issues radiate between you two, and although Cassian tries to be his normal, casual self he can feel it as well. 

You sit up, breathe in and move your hand over his. "I think we need to talk, Cassian."

Not Cass. Not my love. Not my mate. No — Cassian. It lands a blow to the general's gut and heart and he slowly dips his chin, nodding. "Yes, I think we do."

…

You gaze is cast downward, avoiding direct eye contact with your mate while you fiddle with your fingers. No one is talking as you on your bed, the door to your shared bedroom closed. The atmosphere is not bad, but somehow so very cold and tense. 

You take a deep breath, your voice trembling with a mix of frustration and sadness. "I feel there is a distance between us that has not always been there, like we're drifting apart."

You pull on a piece of skin on the side of your nail, eyes still not meeting his. "You've been spending so much time with other people lately. So much more time with them than with me. It has not always been like that, Cassian. I feel like there is something happening between us and I don't know what it is."

Cassian sighs loudly, feeling a pang of guilt, as he knows exactly that you are right. But there has just been so much to discuss, to organise, in the war camps, concerning the possible threat of Koschei, just everything. His defensive walls rise instinctively, knowing it is not entirely his fault that you have been spending so little time together lately. "I just had to do many things, take care of many things and organise them. It's not like I don't want to be with you."

"But that's the thing," you say, your voice tinged with frustration. "I thought we were a team, like you could include me in those things. I am your mate, your wife, your partner in everything. Lately, it doesn't feel like this at all anymore. It feels like I am going to lose you, Cassian."

The general of the Night Court armies looks away, struggling to find the right words. A shiver runs down his spine and cold spreads out inside of him, settling in his heart. "It was not intentional. I never meant to make you feel that way. I did not want to put unnecessary pressure on you." 

You lift your head and shake it, finally meeting his gaze. "That is bullshit, we are team, Cassian. I t has always been the two of us — the two of us against the world."

"And it still is." Cassian's expression is pained as he keeps his gaze locked with you, reaching over but you pull your hand away.

"I am not sure about that anymore." "Y/N." His voice sounds like he is pleading. "Please, don't do this now." "Do what?" you snap, suddenly feeling like he is accusing you of something. Like you are the bad guy for addressing the issue your relationship is currently facing.

"Making this difficult." "I am not making anything difficult, Cassian." You shake your head vehemently. "I don't want us to drift further apart. We used to be so close, but now it feels like we're just two strangers living under the same roof. I want you as my mate, fully and completely, or not at all."

Cassian swallows thickly. The realisation of what you said hits him like a slap. He knows he has messed up with no longer including you. But he really just wanted to spare you all the problems and issues he is currently facing in Illyria. "You're right," he finally admits, his voice softer now, tinged with remorse. "I've been occupied a lot, did not include you in my things and decisions, and I'm sorry. I don't want us to drift apart either. I am sorry, my love."

Tears well in your eyes as you look at him, and draw in a deep inhale. My love. 

"I will include you from now on, I will tell you things again. I just did not want to bother you with it all."

"Cassian, I am your mate. You don't bother me with these things." 

He lowers his head, chin nearly meeting his chest, his shoulders lifting in sad shrug. "I know. But I overheard you talking to Feyre, saying you are worried about everything that is to come. I did not want to put my worries on your plate as well…" 

This time it is you who reaches over, stroking your thumb over the back of his hand. 

"You should have talked to me."

"I know." He huffs and lifts his head to look into your eyes. "I promise that from now on, I'll make more time for us and that I will share everything with you. You're the most important person in my life and I don't want to lose you. And I want you to be included in everything. You have to know that."

And you technically do, it has just changed in the past weeks. You nod slowly, but Cassian is not convinced. He flips his hand over and squeezes yours. "Please, Y/N. Please, forgive me and tell me that we can soon return to how close we were."

Some of the clouds and storm of your relationship clears and smile a little. "Yes, Cassian. We need to work on it…so that our relationship gets better again, but we will get there."

His arms slings around your shoulder and he pulls you to him, kissing the top of your head. "Yes, we will. Please, never forget how much I love you."

You can confront the issue together, the problems that caused the issues for the relationship, you just have to talk, just communicate and it will get better again. You love your mate so much, you love this bond so much, it will get better again, you know it. 

You relish in his scent, his warmth, the hard press of his chest against the side of your body as you lean into him, your eyes closing. It feels so familiar, so good, and you have been longing for his touch and this closeness for so long. It has felt like torture, but hopefully you are on a good way now to heal your relationship.

"I love you too, Cass."

~~~~~~~ tags: @helhjertet @moonlightazriel @aayo-whatt @crushedcloudsx @brekkershadowsinger @girasoli-e-sorrisi @ignite-me @swifti-ed @cassiansbigwingspan @burningsnowleopard @banasheefan56 @a-frog-with-a-laptop

[cosmo-craftin]

Hey Night at Museum fandom you still alive?

If so do any of you read reader fics?

Cause I’m thinking of dropping an insert reader crack taken seriously, shenanigan story. Not gonna have a lot of romance but definitely adventures of an average over anxious night guard absolutely BSing their way through securing a paycheck.

Here’s a sneak peak,

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You lowered your mug from of tea from your face and turned around. Watching as the neat craftsmanship historical miniatures suddenly move before your very eyes and functioning like a small town. Moving hauntingly in way that could only be described as…well nothing, nothing at all.

Clearly there was something wrong with the amount of sleep you were getting, maybe one to many all-nighters. To much studying and not enough self care. You know what, Cristy was right those brownies were not quite so cosmic brownies. That Thomas the sketchy, suspicious, homie, who lingered in the alleyway behind the J building probably was a drug dealer. That his brownies were laced with malicious intent, suspicious powder sugar and cosmic anomalies not joy. Because clearly this was all one fever dream, clearly you were smelling colors and seeing stars. Because clearly there was no way the itty bitty little cowboy in front of you just started walking towards you.

“Oh hey! You’re the newbie Gigantor told us bout” Glass shattered.

It was going to be a loooong night.

——————

“Larry, come get me I’m scared” you said screaming in absolute despair into the phone, from your spot underneath the desk. “The miniatures are scrambling everywhere, Theodore Rosevelvet is making out with Sacagawea, there a civil brawl in the bathroom and I swear I just a lion shredding up the trash cans. And now there’s a T. rex! A FREAKING REXSOURES MONSTROSITY!”

“Calm down just throw the bone to Rexy, you’ll be fine. I know you’re scared right now, I was to my first time too but everything will be fine. I’ll be there in five minutes if you’re really truly struggling. You don’t have anything to worry about anyways, she don’t bite.”

Rexy? the two ton bone bodied dinosaur above the desk, the fudge muffin about to diy some ripped jeans onto your uniform, HAH, “Yes it do!”

——————-

“Sooo? I know what happened last night was a little odd. But I’ve read the manual properly now, yaknow terms, conditions, and everything. I’m pretty sure I can figure this out now.”

“Ahkmenrah said you hid in the bathroom stall, crying and listening to David Bowie for the rest of the shift.”

“Listen buddy, between you me. You know damn well you would be in tears, if you had to fight off a pack of wild animals simply to be get that of minimum wage.”

“I was not in fact in tears.”

“Well fuck you Larry.”

[peanut-tyrug]

Inside Out Fanfic: Testing Turmoil

Riley’s first big test of High School has finally come to pass. The emotions can’t help but lose their cool over the bombshell looming above their heads.

—

I want to mention (So Disney doesn’t sue me or smth) that I don’t take credit for Inside Out, it’s sequel, characters, or concepts/premises. That goes to Disney and Pixar.

I also had a friend assist me in characterization and coming up with ideas for this fic, a friend who I’ll call Luigiman64. He’s basically my co-writer for this.

—

TRIGGER WARNING: This fic contains pressure from anxiety, crying, angry outbursts, and caps. If you are not comfortable with these things, please don’t read this.

The end of the school day felt slow and boring. It was the last class of the day, and there wasn’t much that was worth noting. People talked and giggled amongst each other. All while Riley eyed the clock on the wall within her Algebra teacher’s room that eerily and steadily ticked away.

…Even Riley’s emotions eyed the clock with her from time to time, Joy appearing the most bored out of her mind. The other emotions found ways to keep themselves busy while Joy and Ennui sat at the Console, awaiting the days end. Joy keeping Riley’s mind active with a daydream while Ennui keeps the girl in her bored headspace.

Fear silently sat in one of the chairs in the room, fidgeting with his hands and greatly trembling. The silence within Headquarters was slowly but surely driving him up a wall.

Fear’s expression descends into a horrified look as he pulls a paper bag from his pocket and hyperventilates into it. After a moment, the bag pops, suddenly whacking the emotions out of their individual states of boredom.

“Can you shut up!?” Anger suddenly shouts, lifting the newspaper in his hands away from his face.

“What!?” Fear exclaims. “It’s so quiet!”

“And you can’t not keep your trap shut!?” Anger exclaims back.

“You both need to shut up!” Disgust quips. “I can’t relax with all your dumb yapping!”

“…Fighting makes me sad…” Sadness says to herself.

“AGHH! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!” Envy suddenly butts in as she rushes to the Console and lays on it. “Why can’t the day just be over already?” She whines.

Ennui only roles her eyes from the seat she sat upon. Embarrassment only stood off to the side, not wishing to comment on the chaos around him.

Joy then turns to the others behind her, a peppy smile crossing her lips. “Hey, come on! We only have… four minutes til the bell!” She says. “Think positive!”

Suddenly, a sharp shriek tears through the air. Everyone turns toward the back of Headquarters to spot Anxiety flailing in the air as she scurries over to Joy in a panicked hurry.

“S-s-something’s gonna happen, Joy!” Says Anxiety, gripping her hair. “I can feel it in my FIBERS!!”

“Come on, there’s barely any time left in the day!” Says Joy. “What could happen?”

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Says a voice. The emotions look up at the teacher as he only now begun to speak. Joy takes the daydream out of Riley’s head, allowing her to pay attention.

“We’re having a test next Monday!” Says the teacher. “I expect you all to be prepared, especially since you can’t use your notes! It’s a big test!”

The entire class then groans, and the emotions only look on perplexed and confused… even Ennui perked her head up a bit before looking back down at her phone… and then the teacher speaks again.

“…To motivate you all, I’m also giving a reward to the top scorer!” Says the teacher. “A Get up and Glow ticket!”

Envy then appears interested at the sight of the ticket, before Disgust drags her off of the Console.

Joy smiles brightly at the idea of the reward, but most of the other emotions seem more focused on the test…

“…T-t-t-t-TEST!?” Anxiety stutters.

Most of the emotions then speak out of their frustrations in a cacophony of remarks and complaints. Joy then turns back to the others and tries to calm the sudden storm.

“Hey!” Says Joy. “We’ll be fine! Just relax!”

“What if we forget something important? What if we can’t focus?” Says Anxiety as she paces. “What if we fail!?”

Envy also seems to join Anxiety in the worry party. “What if someone gets a better score than us?” She says. “And someone starts bullying us? AND WHAT ABOUT THAT TICKET!?”

“We won’t fail!” Says Joy. “We’re great at Algebra! Look!”

With a press of a button, a memory of Riley taking a look at previous Algebra test grades on a printed on a report card appears. Most of the grades are A’s and B’s, except a single F sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Look at all those good grades!” Joy points out.

“But what about that F!?” Anxiety retorts.

“It was just one!” Says Joy. “It’s fine! We’ll be fine!”

“But these tests aren’t easy, Joy!” Says Anxiety. “I’ve kept track of those questions! There nothing like what’s taught! …Oh, what if we fail again?”

“But has any of that stopped Riley before?” Joy asks.

Anxiety pauses. “…No.” She says. “But what if—!”

“Ah!” Joy interrupts, placing an index finger over Anxiety’s mouth. “We’ll be fine! We don’t need to worry! Let’s just spend our weekend like it’s the last weekend of our life!”

The bell then suddenly rings, dismissing the students from the room.

“Have a good weekend!” Says the teacher. “And study!”

Hearing that only drives Anxiety further down her own rabbit hole. She then turns to Joy as the emotions watch Riley step out of the room. “…Can we at least study?” Says Anxiety. “Just in case?”

Joy then seems to consider it for a moment before turning back to Anxiety. “It wouldn’t hurt.” She says. “Riley’s very smart though! I’m sure she’ll be alright, whether we study or not.”

“…Really?” Anxiety questions, sounding slightly uncertain.

“Of course!” Joy reassures. She then takes notice of how stressed Anxiety was. “Maybe take a seat in your Special Chair? That might ease you up!”

Anxiety then rethinks herself as she turns to the leather chair off to the side. “…Yeah.” She says. “Maybe I do need it…”

Anxiety steps to the chair and sets herself in it, allowing herself to relax as the others watch Riley exit the school and wait for her ride home.

—

Saturday night has fallen upon Riley and her emotions. It’s late at night, later than her normal bed time as her parents let her stay up. She sits on the couch, binging some old horror movies she found.

The emotions, all except Fear and Embarrassment, sit within Headquarters, excitedly watching the movie as it plays out.

From the side, Anxiety slowly scoots over to Joy, who doesn’t seem to be paying attention to her presence.

“…Hey, Joy?” Anxiety asks. “It’s getting late. Shouldn’t we be studying?” She probes a bit as her voice shakes in worry.

“I’m sure one more movie couldn’t hurt, Anxiety.” Joy responds almost immediately without even looking toward the anxious emotion… she wasn’t paying attention, Anxiety noticed.

“Shhhh!” Envy hushes. “This is getting good!”

Anxiety then turns to the face the film, only to swiftly gasp in horror before looking away. “I don’t think you should be watching that!” She shrieks.

“DON’T EVEN TRY TO GET HER AWAY FROM IT!!” Fear shouts from the bedroom upstairs. “I tried to get her away from it, AND SHE BIT ME!” He cries.

Anxiety doesn’t even try to get Envy off the console as she only looks to the small emotion in perplexity before looking back up toward Joy.

“…Just… please, Joy.” Anxiety pleas. “Remember! We need to be prepared!”

“Don’t worry! We’ll get to studying when we get there!” Says Joy.

…Anxiety doubts Joy’s claim as she paces a little behind the other emotions. Joy turns back to face Anxiety, a smile plastered on her face.

“It’s okay!” Says Joy, now getting on her knees to get to Anxiety’s level. “We’ll get there! I promise.”

The sudden sound of chainsaw whirring on the TV knocks Joy out of her sincerity and glues her eyes back to the TV. Anxiety lets out a guttural shrill of terror before scurrying away out of the room while the other emotions look on at the horrifying sight.

Disgust then recoils at the sight, immediately feeling sick to her stomach. “Ughhh!” She groans as she suddenly feels the need to puke. She then runs off.

Anger then seems enraged. “Why did he run into the garage!? There’s a guy with a chainsaw after you, and you dragged your sorry self into a corner!?”

Sadness only looks on in distress. Ennui breathes out a small chuckle, smirking a bit. Envy’s eyes sparkle at the scene as the sound of a chainsaw and blood-curdling screams fill the air. She smiles in an eerie delight as she bellows. The laugh descends into a sickening, menacing cackle.

“GUTS!!” Envy exclaims as she cackles.

…If only Fear were here right now…

~~~

Midnight has struck, and the emotions are heading to bed, as Riley can barely keep her eyes open without nodding off.

As Joy heads up to her bed, Anxiety appears behind her and taps her shoulder. Joy turns back to see a mildly distressed Anxiety, still not dressed in her night gown and her hair crinkled.

“…Joy?” Anxiety questions. “We need to—!”

“Oh! I totally forgot!” Joy interrupts, startling Anxiety a bit. “I’m sorry, Anxiety. But, hey! We still have tomorrow! And Riley’s too tired to stay up any longer.”

“…You’re right.” Says Anxiety, sounding slightly defeated. “We can’t be up any later. It’s past midnight… please, just remember tomorrow?”

“I will.” Joy reassures. “Good night, Anxiety.” She then turns up to the bedroom and heads to her bed.

“…Good night, Joy.” Anxiety stammers. She then hurries to her Special Chair… she always found herself asleep in that.

…Although, no matter how relaxed she could possibly feel in that seat, she just couldn’t fall asleep… the stress of it all was getting to her.

—

It’s early the next morning. The emotions are preparing for another day… all while Anxiety clings to the armrests of her chair, hair crinkled and messy with a horribly worried expression smacked on her face.

As Joy struts into Headquarters’ main room, she spots Anxiety, looking more stressed than normal. She immediately feels worried about her as she walks over to her, eyebrows furrowed.

“Anxiety?” Joy questions. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

“NO!!” Anxiety shrieks, tugging her hair. “I can’t help but worry! We still aren’t ready for the test!”

Joy seems confused for a moment… before remembering. “Oh! That! I’m sure we’ll be alright!” Joy reassures. “We’ll get there. I’ll make sure of it!”

Anxiety’s hair relaxes as an idea pops in her head. She smiles and looks up to Joy from her chair. “We can study before bed!” She says. “It helps with remembering important information!”

“That’s the spirit!” Says Joy.

“…I’ll plan out what we need to study.” Says Anxiety as she gets up from her chair. “Let me know when Riley’s ready!”

“I will!” Says Joy. Her expression falters into slight worry. “…Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be fine!” Anxiety responds. “I still have energy drinks left over!”

Anxiety then hurries upstairs, grabbing an unused clipboard as she heads to a back room. While she was busy preparing, Riley could have some fun before she studied.

…Or, at least, that’s what Joy was expecting the plan would be.

~~~

Anxiety had been preparing for the entire day, awaiting Joy’s word that she was ready… but never heard anything from her.

She waited, tapping her foot against the floor anxiously. Wondering where she had been, or what she could be doing.

Anxiety then collects her clipboard and hurries out of the room into the main area, expecting to see everyone there… but she saw no one.

The room was empty and dark. Deathly quiet, with only the anxious emotion’s steps and breathing bringing sound into the room. The memories that would normally be on the shelves also appeared to be absent.

She peered out the window at the back of the room, gazing into the humongous maze that was Long Term Memory… only for the sky above it to be a deep navy blue.

Anxiety’s hair crinkles as she becomes increasingly distressed. She turns to the screen beyond the Console, and Riley’s eyes aren’t open… she had went to sleep.

And Joy never told her she was ready for Riley to study.

…What could’ve possibly come up? Some trip with Mom and Dad or Bree and Grace? Something else entirely? Anxiety could only let her mind race at what could’ve distracted Joy from something so integral and important to Riley’s success.

There wasn’t much anyone could do at that point, much to Anxiety’s dismay. She couldn’t just wake Riley up in the middle of the night. It wasn’t healthy.

Anxiety could only worry. Be rightfully upset with Joy’s actions… fear the worst.

Fear that Riley will fail. Fear that Riley will be held back a year. Fear that she’ll be bullied by kids who were able to score higher. Fear that she won’t graduate on time. Fear that she won’t have friends, or lose the ones she already has…

Anxiety’s fears and thoughts continuously spiraled in her head with no sign of stopping. She tried to sit in her Special Chair again as a desperate attempt to relax… but it didn’t work.

The chair wasn’t helping at all. Anxiety’s breathing wasn’t slowing, and her body continued to remain tense for the entire night.

She could only worry about how else the next morning could possibly get worse.

—

…The next morning has arose. The emotions had all just woken up and were prepared for the day… and were met with a swift jolt of energy the second Anxiety noticed them all come in the main room.

“JOOOOOY!!” Anxiety shrieks. She runs over Joy and grabs her by the shoulders. “Where were you!? We needed to study! It’s Monday! The test is today!”

Joy then scrambles through her mind, trying to figure out what Anxiety’s talking about… before it clicks.

“Oh!” Says Joy. She then seems a little lost for words. “…I forgot. I’m sorry.” She says, sounding upset and slightly ashamed.

“We don’t have time!” Says Anxiety. “We need to get ready right this minute!” She then hurries to the Console, ready to help Riley prepare, before Joy pulls her away.

“Wait!” Says Joy as the other emotions step by her. “Riley just woke up! Give her a minute! And we have time before that class anyway. It’s the last period.”

“But we only have so long!” Says Anxiety.

“We’ll be alright!” Says Joy.

“But what if we aren’t!?” Anxiety questions.

“It’s too early for this!” Anger butts in.

“Anger’s right. It’s too early.” Says Joy. “Let’s just get ready for school first, and then during lunch, we can study. And if that’s not enough, we can always recall a memory or two.”

…After a moment, Anxiety reels back and begins to calm down. “…Okay.” She says semi-confidently.

“Grab the deodorant!” Disgust suddenly declares to Joy. “We’ll need it after gym.”

“And the good kind!” Envy butts in.

“On it!” Says Joy.

“Don’t forget her backpack, Joy!” Fear butts in. “…I don’t want to deal with another class putting us on the spot for forgetting our homework…” He says as he fidgets in his spot.

Embarrassment clings to the draw-straps of his hood the moment that day was brought up. Sadness then negatively reminisces on that moment.

“…Riley was very hard on herself for that…” Says Sadness.

“Well, we won’t have to be. I won’t be forgetting again.” Says Joy.

…And yet she forgot that Riley needed to study?

Joy pays no mind to the obvious mistake of hers looming over her head as the emotions help Riley prepare for the day. Shortly after finishing her breakfast, Riley and her mother are out the door. The two of them step in the mother’s car and they head off.

“Another good day is ahead of us!” Says Joy.

After those words leave Joy’s mouth, Anxiety begins to descend further down the downward spiral she had been stuck in the moment the morning started…

~~~

The day was half way done, as lunch was in session. Riley had just finished eating, and was left without anything to do…

Or so, that was assumed to be true.

“Joy!” Anxiety exclaims. “Since we’re done eating, we have time to study!”

“Oh!” Says Joy. “Yeah! Let’s find our notebook!”

With a few button presses. Riley turns to her notebook and rummages through it… only for her expression to falter.

Her notebook was missing.

“…W-where’s our Algebra notebook?” Anxiety questions she turns to Joy. “Where is it?”

“…I don’t know.” Says Joy. “I could’ve sworn we had it…”

“I knew we should’ve checked if we had everything!” Says Fear.

“Okay, calm down.” Says Joy. “How about we retrace our steps! Where did we leave it last?”

“We had it on our… desk…” Anxiety falters. “WE LEFT IT ON OUR DESK!! And the teacher is on his break! We can’t get it back!”

“Don’t worry!” Says Joy. “We can just recall memories about the teacher’s lessons!”

Joy then turns back to the Console and taps a small recall button. Everyone sits and waits for the expected memories to show up…

~~~

Down in Long Term Memory, a group of Mind Workers walk through Riley’s memory banks, placing memories where they need to go. Their work is then suddenly interrupted by the group’s leader stepping in with a recall request from Headquarters.

“Hey!” Says the group leader, voice assertive and gruff. “We got a request for math memories! Get to it!”

“…Which ones?” Asks a Mind Worker.

“Not specified.” Says the leader. “Just send everything up there.”

The Mind Workers scatter to where each math memory is located, and swiftly sending them up to Headquarters, hoping they all arrive without causing a jam…

~~~

…The emotions sit and wait as they watch the recall tube descend… but nothing comes through.

“…W-why isn’t it working?” Anxiety questions. “It should work!”

Joy, appearing puzzled, steps to the recall tube and inspects it. She looks up the tube, and spots various random memories stuck inside it, unable to pass through.

“…They’re stuck up there…” Says Joy, sounding perplexed.

“What!?” Anxiety shrieks. “How much did they send in?”

“…A lot.” Says Joy.

“W-what’re we gonna do now!?” Fear stammers. “If we can’t recall anything—!”

“We won’t get that ticket!” Envy interrupts.

“Other kids’ll start judging us.” Disgust remarks. “Which they shouldn’t be doing at all…”

“And that’s why the stupid Mind Workers should do their job right!” Anger suddenly grumbles.

“What if we fail!?” Anxiety exclaims.

“Hold on!” Joy butts in. “I’m certain we could just try our best, right?”

Before anyone could agree or retort, Anxiety gets an idea. A smile appears on her face as she turns to Joy.

“Wait!” Says Anxiety. “…What if one of us went down to Long Term Memory to retrieve the memories we need?”

“…One of us out in Long Term?” Joy questions. “Are you sure?”

The idea of an emotion going out into Long Term Memory was never anticipated until it was knocking at their door. It was never intentional or at certain people’s will… but it happened anyway. And it wasn’t like there was much of an option either.

They could’ve used the extending stick that was once used to bring the Riley Protection System down, but with that gone, the stick was no longer needed, thus disposed of.

They could’ve stacked up and try to pick the memories out, but who knows how many had been sent up. It’d probably flood the entire main room.

They could try the recall button again, but who knows if the Mind Workers will do their job right the second time. They always seemed to screw up at the worst times…

Someone leaving Headquarters was their only option if they were to retrieve the memories they needed.

“I’ve studied the area from here, and made a map of Long Term Memory!” Says Anxiety. “No one should get lost out there! Whoever goes down can go through the Stream of Consciousness and make it back up through the Belief System!”

Joy smiles. “Always prepared! Great! As long as whoever goes can find their way there and back!” She says. “Who’s going?”

“Hehe… no.” Says Anxiety, as Joy turns to face her.

“Nope.” Says Fear, moving back.

“Never again.” Says Disgust.

“I don’t wannaaaa.” Says Envy.

“Non.” Ennui states in her monotone voice.

“What? You think I’ll say yes?” Says Anger.

Sadness shakes her head… only leaving Embarrassment to go out to Long Term Memory. His eyes widen and he hides himself under his hood.

“Come on, Embarrassment!” Says Joy. “It’ll be good to get out there! Plus, you’re the only one that can reach those tall shelves!”

Embarrassment only shakes his head, still hiding his face… before Sadness walks to him and taps his arm. He looks down, and sees the small emotion looking up at him.

“…I can go with him.” Says Sadness. A small smile then crosses her face. “…It’s okay, big guy. I’ll go with you.”

Embarrassment seems flattered by the request, glad he’ll have some company rather than be completely on his own.

Anxiety rushes to Sadness and Embarrassment, small clipboard in hand. “Take this!” She says, handing Sadness the clipboard. “The most up to date map of Long Term Memory I have! Be quick!”

Both emotions feel a bit upset that they’re being put on the spot… but it’s for Riley. They know that.

“Get to the recall tube, and find what we need!” Says Anxiety, pressing a small button below the tube with her foot. She shoves the two emotions under the recall tube as it reaches the floor, trapping them both inside it. “Go, go!”

The press of the button prompts the memories on the shelves within Headquarters to fall and tread along the various tracks and tubes within the room, including the descended recall tube.

Neither emotion has barely anytime to react as Sadness is sucked up the recall tube. Embarrassment struggles a bit as he goes up the tube with her, eventually going up behind her.

~~~

Sadness and Embarrassment travel through the recall tube, various random memories trailing behind them. The Personality Islands pop in and out of view as they quickly reach Long Term Memory.

It isn’t a long journey down at all, as Sadness falls into a cart already full of memories just as quickly as she was taken up the recall tube. She sits in the pile of memories, momentarily stunned, as she gets on her back. She then looks up the tube, awaiting Embarrassment.

…Although, he doesn’t show up.

Sadness grows increasingly worried, still looking up the tube. “…Embarrassment?” Sadness calls.

After a few moments, Embarrassment suddenly appears at the recall tube’s end and is quickly squeezed out into the cart, which he can barely fit in. Sadness has no time to move away as she is suddenly crushed under Embarrassment.

After Embarrassment recovers, he is quick to pick Sadness up and see if he hurt her anywhere, his face glossed in worry.

Sadness looks up to Embarrassment, looking slightly dazed. “…I’m fine.” She says.

Embarrassment gently lets Sadness down onto the ground, and sets himself out of the cart. Although, he can’t get out of it without knocking it over. He then scrambles to pick up the fallen memories and put them back in the cart, red in the face. Sadness is also quick to assist him.

Once the memories are picked up and placed back in the cart, Sadness’ expression falls into a deep worry. She looks on the ground for a moment, then back up to Embarrassment. “…W-where’s the map?”

Embarrassment’s eyes widen… he didn’t know. And neither of them had seen the clipboard map when picking up the memories. They didn’t even see it in the cart…

…It must’ve gotten lost in another recall tube…

Sadness then gasps in horror. “We lost the map!” She cries, tears already forming in her eyes. “What do we do? How are we going to find the memories now? We can’t find them without it…!”

Sadness’ rambling descends in a spiraling state of whimpers and cries. Hopelessness drowns out any word she could possibly form. Embarrassment wants to reassure her, but isn’t sure of what to do.

After hastily trying to make a decision, Embarrassment picks Sadness up and places her on his back. Despite being distressed, Sadness is surprised by the sudden act.

Embarrassment carries Sadness through the maze that is Long Term Memory, hoping that maybe the lost map is nearby…

~~~

The end of 5th period slowly approaches. Riley sits at her desk, nothing to work on and bored out of her mind.

Within Headquarters, most of the emotions sit at the Console, Ennui driving. At the back of the room, Anxiety paces. It had been almost an hour and Sadness and Embarrassment had yet to return.

…It shouldn’t have taken them as nearly as long as it already had. The memories they needed weren’t far from where the recall tube led according to her map and knowledge of how memories are organized… what could possibly be holding them?

Anxiety’s worries spiral into a ramble. “…What if they’re lost out there? Did they lose the map? Were the memories displaced? What if they don’t find them!?”

Ennui then turns back to the pacing Anxiety. “You worry too much.” She says.

Anxiety’s head swiftly turns to face Ennui. She then begins to approach the Console, seething. “I worry too much? I can’t help but worry!” She says. “It’s Joy’s fault that this happened at all! We wouldn’t be in this mess if Joy actually remembered! You didn’t even remind her!”

Silence engulfs the room like a blanket. Ennui, now left without an argument, only silently accepts her defeat. She didn’t have the energy to argue with her anyway.

…The other emotions didn’t pay much attention to Anxiety’s words… all except Joy.

Joy felt awful, deeply ashamed… she couldn’t deny what she caused to happen.

~~~

Embarrassment had been walking for what felt like ages, despite it only having been an hour and a half. It didn’t help that he didn’t know where he was going. Sadness, still sitting on Embarrassment’s back; was trying her best to help, but even she didn’t fully know what was where.

As they pass another shelf, they spot a Mind Worker organizing the new memories. Off to the side on a small workbench was an orange clipboard… and they were about certain that the clipboards the Mind Workers used were brown.

…It was only right that it was Anxiety’s.

Sadness and Embarrassment look on at the clipboard with widened eyes. If they didn’t catch that board now, who knows where it could end up. Embarrassment looks up to Sadness, his eyes appearing uncertain. Sadness places an index finger over her mouth, communicating that he should be as silent as possible.

Embarrassment, although hesitant, slowly creeps toward the workbench. He walks on the tips of his toes, wincing at any sudden sound from his steps. Sadness worriedly clutches Embarrassment’s hoodie.

Once Embarrassment finally reaches the bench, he reaches for the clipboard and gently wraps his hands around it. He slowly rises, satisfied he was able to retrieve it.

…Just as they’re about to leave however, the Mind Worker looks back to spot the emotions and sees the clipboard in Embarrassment’s hand. Embarrassment freezes as the Mind Worker takes a good hard look at him and Sadness.

“Hey!” Says the Mind Worker. “Give me that back!”

In a panic, Embarrassment hurries away with the clipboard in hand while the Mind Worker follows them, trying his hardest to keep them in his sight.

~~~

6th period was approaching it’s end. Everyone within Headquarters was bored, but still uncertain of what outcome they could have during 7th period, especially Anxiety and Fear.

“Alright, everybody!” Says Joy, turning to the other emotions. “The period’s almost over. We have a minute!”

As the last minute of the period ticks down, Anxiety continues to pace. She’d pace one second, then anxiously tap her foot the next. She’d bite her nonexistent nails, chatter her teeth, ruffle her crinkled hair… but nothing could sway her worries away.

Suddenly, the bell goes off and Riley gets up from her seat. As the emotions watch Riley leave, the Console glows orange.

“Have a great day, everyone!” Says the period’s teacher. Although, it’s unheard by the emotions and Riley as a sudden wave of anxiety about the test crashes over her.

Anxiety begins tapping at the Console in her usual organized and calculated fashion. The emotions move back, and watch as Anxiety drives.

As Riley exits the room and treads to her next class, she begins to speed walk, which slowly descends into a small jog.

Out of nowhere, another person appears at her side. Fear suddenly appears behind Anxiety, pointing up at the screen in front of the Console.

“LOOK OUT!! AHH!!!” Fear exclaims as he rushes to the Console’s front levers and reels them back. Riley moves to the right, just getting out of the person’s way. She continues to hurry for her last period class.

“Come on, Riley!” Says Anxiety. “We gotta go! Let’s go!”

After a few more steps and an extra turn, Riley makes it to her Algebra class, just as the bell rings. She then awkwardly sets herself in her seat.

Anxiety lets go of the Console just as Riley sits down. She moves back, and takes some deep breathes, trying to calm herself.

“Alright, class!” The teacher then announces. “It’s test day! I hope you’re all prepared!”

The teacher then hands out the test to each student. Riley appears a bit distressed, as she rightfully should be.

“…Game time.” Joy says in a stern yet confident tone. “We just gotta try our best!”

…Anxiety didn’t feel confident of being able to try at all.

~~~

Back out in Long Term, Sadness and Embarrassment hide behind one of the many shelves… and the Mind Worker passes them, not even noticing them.

Embarrassment peeks past the shelf and waits for the Mind Worker to be far away enough to where he can walk away. After a moment, he shimmies away from the shelf and hurries away, holding the map up to his face. Sadness peeks down to take a look at it.

“…It’s that way!” Says Sadness, pointing the direction of where the algebra memories were stored. Embarrassment rushes in the direction Sadness pointed to. It doesn’t take long for them to reach their destination.

…Although, distress covers them both.

“Oh, no!” Sadness cries.

The area where the algebra memories were kept was blocked off by a newly placed shelf… construction was still going on around Long Term, and it seemed like Anxiety hadn’t noticed…

Anxiety normally updated the map everyday, but she had been so caught up in getting Riley to study, it completely slipped her mind. The map she had given them was no longer up to date.

“It’s blocked!” Says Sadness. She becomes teary-eyed again… just as Embarrassment takes a turn.

Sadness looks down to Embarrassment. “…Where are we going?” She asks.

Embarrassment only points forward… he wasn’t following the map anymore. He was going down a path that would hopefully lead them to their destination.

…Although, both of them were uncertain of if it was truly the correct path.

All they could do was just wing it… just like the others in Headquarters.

They could only wonder what they were doing up there.

~~~

As Riley works on the test, her mind struggles to think of what to do. She was barely half way through the test

“What kind of question is that!?” Anger grumbles.

The problem showed various exponents and numbers… it was not only long, but extremely unfamiliar.

Joy squints. “…It’s nothing we’ve seen before…” She says.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you, Joy!” Says Anxiety, stopping her pacing again. “But you didn’t listen!”

“We can still do this even if we didn’t study!” Says Joy.

“Can we?” Asks Anxiety. “Or are you just saying that?”

“When we get those memories, we can get this done right!” Says Joy. She then turns back to the window showing Long Term. “…I wonder what’s taking them so long…”

“…It couldn’t have taken them that long, could it?” Fear asks.

Disgust sighs. “…I’m already so done…” She says.

“Done with this test? Because we will be!” Says Joy, trying to brighten the mood.

“I’m done with all of this, Joy!” Says Digust, turning back to face her.

Suddenly, the console glows again, this time cyan… Envy sat on the console, her eyes sparkling. As she sits in her spot, she giggles in delight.

“…W-what did you do?” Fear asks worriedly. “What’re you doing?”

“We’re gonna cheat!” Says Envy. “We need that ticket!”

Shortly after Envy has started driving, Riley slowly turns her head to the student next to her, doing her best not to be caught by the student or teacher. The student doesn’t seem to notice initially, before turning her head to face Riley.

The emotions gasp in horror, while Disgust and Fear hurry up to the Console.

“No!” Disgust shrieks. “Get off!”

Disgust pulls Envy off of the Console, causing the cyan color to fade away. Fear then slams and hand onto the Console, causing Riley to swiftly move her head away.

“We can’t just cheat!” Says Fear to Envy.

“We know cheating isn’t right, Envy!” Says Joy.

“But we need the ticket!” Says Envy.

“Do we really need it that badly?” Joy asks.

“Yes!” Envy exclaims.

“…Doesn’t even know basic algebra…” Whispers a kid from behind Riley.

The emotions look up, Anger appearing the most offended.

“…What did he say?” Asks Anger.

“Now, Anger,” Joy begins. “I thought we talked about this.”

“You think we can just get through life without talking back, Joy?” Anger questions.

“Not during a test we can’t!” Says Fear.

“…He has a point though.” Says Disgust. “Nobody has a right to be talking to us like that anyway.”

“But it’s a test!” Says Fear.

Anger seems to ignore Fear as slams a button on the Console, prompting Riley to look back at the snarky kid behind her… this time, the teacher seems to notice her.

“Riley?” The teacher asks. “Are you okay?”

With another sudden move, the Console glows indigo.

“I’m fine.” Riley says nonchalantly as she turns back to face her paper.

The emotions turn to face Ennui, who now has her hand pressed on the Console. She turns to the other emotions, her expression the same as ever.

“You people are idiots.” Says Ennui.

“Calling me an idiot, huh?” Says Anger.

“Yes.” Says Ennui.

“Oh, really?” Anger argues.

“I said it.” Ennui confirms.

Anger and Ennui’s argument descends into a battle Anger could never win... Joy knew that this stress was getting to them, and there wasn’t much she could do, but she was still desperate to try and fix things.

Joy only watches for a moment longer before turning to Anxiety. Maybe she could help them with the question?

Joy’s cheerful smile fades as she sees Anxiety leaning against a wall, mind racing. She could barely think.

Joy scrambles to think of something, before finally stepping to Anxiety.

“Hey, Anxiety?” Joy asks. “How about you take a seat in your Special Chair? I think we need help on this—!”

Anxiety then hurries over to her Special Chair and turns it on herself… but it doesn’t seem to be helping at all.

Joy hurries to the chair, trying to think of a way to help Anxiety calm down. She scrambles again, before grabbing some tea for her, a full cup now in her hand.

“Maybe this’ll help?” Joy asks, trying to hand the cup to her.

As Joy struggles; Envy, Disgust, and Fear turn toward the chair while Ennui and Anger continue their argument.

…Despite Joy’s attempt to help her, Anxiety doesn’t take it. She only sits there, completely alone her head. She can barely read what’s around her, or even hear Joy suggest her tea.

“…Joy?” Fear stammers. “That’s not helping!”

Anger and Ennui even stop their back and forth banter, now looking to Anxiety, who seems to be struggling to keep her sanity in tact.

As Joy continues to try and help, Anxiety sits there, tapping her foot, all while the tension within her boils and boils. She feels like a ticking time bomb, ready to simply blow her fuse. As she sits, she begins to twitch. A bit of orange electricity sparks off of her.

“She’s gonna blow!!” Envy shouts.

The other emotions take a few steps back, while Joy still tries to help.

…After a few more moments, she can no longer take it.

Anxiety jumps from her chair and cries into the air. She rushes to the button below the recall tube, prompting the memories to fall from the shelves.

“Anxiety! Wait!” Joy cries… as if it would do anything.

As the recall tube falls, Anxiety goes up the tube, appearing as a ball of electricity. After the memories have been sent off again, the recall tube ascends, with Anxiety now traveling to Long Term.

Silence drapes over the room… no one is certain of how to proceed…

As they process what has just transpired, Joy realizes the task at hand, and that they were beginning to run out of time… there was only one thing they could do. She turns to the other emotions with a nervous smile.

“…Why not just try to finish the test?” Joy suggests. “What could go wrong?”

~~~

Anxiety is going so fast, that she’s even surpassing the air flow of the recall tube. She eventually reaches the cart at the tube’s end, only to bounce against it and knock it over.

As Anxiety traverses Long Term, she bounces against its many shelves. The force of her hits being so strong, that she causes the shelves to shake.

~~~

Embarrassment and Sadness have been walking through Long Term for what felt like ages… they were lost.

They couldn’t figure out where they were, or if they were even going to get there. As they walk, they hear the sound of banging against some shelves not to far from them…

Embarrassment stops in his tracks and cowers under his hood while Sadness hides her head, before perking up a bit. She glances at the shelves, and spots an orange ball bouncing against them…

Sadness only knew of one person that could ever be capable of such an ability.

“…Anxiety?” Sadness questions, making Embarrassment perks up his head a bit.

As Anxiety bounces against the shelves, some of them tip and fall, causing a domino effect to occur. Various shelves tip over and collapse on top of one another.

Noticing the inbound threat, Embarrassment hurries away from the falling shelves into another part of Long Term toward the Stream of Consciousness. Sadness screams as the toppling shelves barely approach them.

As Sadness and Embarrassment flee and begin going down the stream, Anxiety zips through the shelves until she finds the one she needed. She scours through the shelves at a lightning fast pace before zipping away from the shelf, the memories in her grasp.

Anxiety soars through the air like a firework across Long Term Memory, until reaching a section of the Stream of Consciousness. She plummets down the stream, the electricity fizzling away from her body as she falls.

After a long fall, Anxiety falls into the pool below, barely able to reach the surface due to the weight in her arms. She kicks upward, but can’t get to the surface…

As she struggles, a pair of arms wraps around Anxiety’s slim figure and pulls her up from the pool… as she recovers, taking in as much air as she can, she realizes that Embarrassment had picked her and placed her on his back.

Anxiety also notices Sadness… along with that they appear to be using a calculator produced from the stream as a raft… how intuitive of them.

The three of them make sure to keep the memories on the raft… they needed these memories now more than ever.

Not too far ahead was the Belief System, but since they had little time on their hands, they had to be quick… and Anxiety was already antsy at how slow Embarrassment was paddeling.

“We’re going too slow! We don’t have time!” Says Anxiety. “We gotta go!”

Anxiety then drops from Embarrassment’s back, being careful to grab any memories that could fall off the raft. She then grips onto the edges of the raft and dips her feet in the water. Her legs then seem to function like a high-speed motor as Anxiety runs on the water, quickly propelling the raft forward.

Embarrassment and Sadness are quick to keep both themselves and the memories on the boat as the Belief System becomes more clear in the distance.

It only takes a minute for the raft to reach the Belief System. The three emotions rush off the raft, carrying as many memories as they can. Anxiety leads while the other two follow behind her as she rushes them.

“Move! Move!” Anxiety demands.

With a kick of the system’s elevator button from Anxiety, the door opens. Embarrassment squeezes himself in first with the others entering after him. The door shuts, and the emotions are propelled upward by the elevator.

It doesn’t take long for the elevator to reach the top of the tower. The elevator door pops open, and Anxiety is the first one to exit. The other emotions follow her out as best as they can, scrambling to exit.

“Joy!” Anxiety calls. “We got the—!”

“And we’re done!” Joy exclaims.

…Anxiety completely freezes. Sadness and Embarrassment do the same.

“…W-what do you mean you’re done?” Anxiety asks, trembling. “D-done with the test?”

“Yep!” Says Joy. “We got it done while you were gone.”

“How!?” Anxiety questions.

“We just guessed!” Says Joy. “I’m sure we did fine! C is almost always the right answer!”

Anxiety’s hair crinkles as she grows increasingly more distressed… she then tried to desperately reassure herself.

“…It’s fine! It’s totally fine!” Anxiety stammers with a panicked giggle. “We can probably just go back and—!”

The sound of the dismissal bell knocks Anxiety out of her desperation… there wasn’t any time left. Any chance they could possibly have had was smothered like that… or really, the chance had already been gone, due to a certain someone’s incompetence.

Anxiety stands her spot, frozen in place. Her fingers crinkle and ball up into fists full of raging fury. Anxiety’s balled up fists shake as she grows increasingly infuriated at all that had happened.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Anxiety then lets out a loud raging shrill. She turns to Joy and lunges at her, firmly grabbing her shoulders.

“None of this would’ve happened if you had just listened to me!” Anxiety shouts. “But NOOO, you just couldn’t listen! We are going to fail this test, and it’s because of you! Even everyone else! None of you bothered to remain her!?”

As Anxiety continues to ramble, Embarrassment creeps over to the Console and gently presses a button, prompting Riley’s face to turn red… she couldn’t help but be embarrassed about what happened over that entire hour. The chaos in her head as she scrambled was too much.

“Why did I even trust you to do something so simple!?” Anxiety questions Joy. “I thought you could do it, but I guess not!”

“Anxiety—!” Joy tries to interject, but it falls flat as Anxiety doesn’t let her speak.

“You’re supposed to make her happy, and yet you didn’t do everything you can do to achieve that!?” Anxiety questions. “The very simple thing you were born to do?”

The entire room goes silent as Anxiety quiets down, expecting an answer from Joy as she stands in her spot, stunned at Anxiety’s sharp words… before her face falters in an ashamed look.

“…You’re right. I wasn’t able to do that.” Says Joy.

…Anxiety pauses, slightly shocked at Joy’s response… to think she’d defend herself after the multiple instances where her methods have proved to bite her in the back…

“The entire day, I’ve tried to stay positive. Calm everyone down and fix what I did.” Says Joy. “…But I didn’t. None of this would’ve happened if I had paid attention to you, if I hadn’t been so overconfident… I’m sorry.”

…Anxiety doesn’t seem to be accepting of the apology yet as she storms toward the elevator down to the Belief System and goes inside it… she was too angry to want anything do with them.

Joy only stares blankly as she watches the elevator descend… she feels broken. Like Anxiety was a hammer that smashed onto her and shattered her into pieces… she felt she deserved it.

The very thing she set out to do, make Riley happy… her methods, again, snapped back at her. She couldn’t defend herself, or make herself seem like the victim.

…All she could do was atone… but now, she couldn’t process how she felt. She drops to her knees, and begins to softly sob on the ground.

The other emotions looked on, also ashamed. It wasn’t just Joy that caused this, despite most of the blame being on her… the blame went to all of them.

As Joy cries, Sadness walks up to her and tries to console her… she needed this. To let her sorrow pour from her body and recover from the loss of her own perception of herself.

She needed this.

—

It’s late at night. Riley is heading for bed. Within Headquarters, no one speaks. The area is dead silent, the air from before still lingering… Joy is also missing, having gone upstairs to her bed.

As Riley is ready for bed, her phone vibrates on her small counter next to her bed. She turns and picks up her phone a notification from her email… an email from her algebra teacher.

Riley opens her email and reads what’s been sent to her. Her face contorts into that of shame as she reads… although, she kind of expected this to happen.

'I expected better of you, Riley.

You made a 35 on the test today. I’d suggest seeing me sometime for tutoring.

Have a good night, Riley.

~ Sylvester, Johnathan'

“Awww man!” Envy whines, breaking the silence. “We didn’t get the ticket!”

“Is that really all you care about?” Anger grumbles.

“Yes! It’s important to me! And Riley!” Says Envy.

“And passing isn’t?” Disgust remarks.

“…And now look at us!” Says Fear. “Other kids are gonna judge us, we’re gonna get a failing grade in the class… and now Anxiety’s mad at me…”

Disgust seems repulsed at the comment… she’d never understand what he sees in her.

“She’s mad at all of us, nitwit!” Says Anger. “Quit making it about you.”

“But I wanna make a good impression!” Says Fear.

“…Shove that good impression where the sun doesn’t shine.” Anger grumbles to himself… although Fear seems to hear him. He is swiftly appalled at the quip.

All while the tension around them brews, Embarrassment sits while Sadness goes up to the Console and drives, causing Riley to cry to herself to sleep.

“…We’re sorry, Riley…” Says Sadness.

Despite the chaos, Ennui carelessly scrolls through her phone, paying no mind to anything.

…Even if she was covered in her blanket, Joy heard all of what was said from her bed… the shame swallowed her, and wrapped itself around her…

…Anxiety wouldn’t have snapped, the others wouldn’t have panicked and argued, Sadness and Embarrassment wouldn’t have had to leave… none of this would’ve happened if she had done what Anxiety told her…

Despite the shame… Joy couldn’t help but wonder if she was ready to talk.

—

It was beyond late. Most of the emotions had already headed to bed… but after everyone else had gone to sleep, Joy was awake, heading to the elevator down to the Belief System.

…She knew Anxiety had a lot of energy, and that it took awhile for it to fizzle away, especially after a blowout like the one she had earlier that day… but maybe, Joy could be lucky?

Joy takes the elevator down, and the door opens. The first thing she sees is Anxiety lying on her side, appearing tired and worn out… all of her energy had been burnt out, and now she was just lying in complete solitude.

“…Anxiety?” Joy asks. “Are you awake?”

Anxiety doesn’t respond. She only lays still on the floor.

Joy then walks to Anxiety and sits next to her. She turns her head to see Anxiety’s eyes wide open… she was awake, just unwilling to talk.

“…I was overconfident. I didn’t know any of this would happen… I meant to have her study, I did… but it completely slipped past me. So much happened, and I just forgot…” Says Joy.

Anxiety doesn’t speak… only listens.

“…I didn’t do my part like I should’ve, I broke promise to you, and I’m not proud of it.” Says Joy. “You have every right to be mad at me.”

Anxiety, again, doesn’t respond.

…Joy wants to make it up to her. She genuinely wants to improve… and she may know how.

“…But we can still bounce back… and so can I.” Says Joy. “I can prepare for things better, focus on what’s important more… maybe we can come up with a better way for Riley to study, both effective and fun! We can both help Riley be happy.”

…Anxiety then perks her head up a bit. “…Really?” She asks, sounding skeptical. “You’re actually going to try?”

“I know I can do better.” Says Joy. “I’ve always been able to get back up on my feet, so has everyone else. I may have steered us the wrong way, but I can also get us back on the right track.”

Anxiety rises from her position and sits upright… with her furious rage now gone, she felt more accepting of Joy. Glad that she understood where she was wrong, and was willing to improve and be better… just as she had been.

“…Will you help me make Riley happy?” Joy asks.

“As long as you don’t mess around again.” Says Anxiety. “…Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.” Says Joy. “I promise.”

“Do you mean it?” Anxiety asks.

Joy then rises to her feet. “I’ll stick to my word… I really will this time.” She says.

Anxiety smiles brightly, despite it being slightly crooked. Joy and Anxiety head back up for the night… and Joy was ready to face any instance where she needed to be prepared.

No longer would she lose focus. She’d try her very best to help Riley succeed, whether it was needed or not… it wouldn’t hurt to prepare.

—

It had been a few weeks since Riley’s big test, but what had happened didn’t keep her from improving.

Riley had went to her algebra teacher for tutoring, and was also paying more attention in class. Another test was coming up, and she was ready to prepare herself.

“Anxiety!” Joy calls. “Riley’s ready!”

Anxiety hurries from the bedroom upstairs and rushes over to Joy, bunches of papers in her arms.

“I’ve prepared everything!” Says Anxiety. “Everything we need to look over, I’ve written down!”

Anxiety smacks the papers onto the Console, then looks back up to Joy. The pile was full of practice problems and notes for Riley to look over… nothing had been left unchecked.

“Great!” Says Joy. “Now, what music should we listen to while we study?”

“Nothing too distracting!” Says Anxiety. “Something soft and easy on the ears…”

“Smooth jazz?” Joy suggests.

“…That could work…” Says Anxiety. “Let’s try that!”

Joy then turns back to the other emotions. “Alright, everybody!” She declares. “Let’s get to studying!”

…The emotions try their best to assist in Riley’s studying endeavor, suggesting certain methods or helping with problems. Even using what they learned from the teacher’s tutoring.

Joy couldn’t help but be glad… she knew Riley would do better this time.

—

It was the next night, and the test came and went… no one panicked, no one argued, no one had to leave Headquarters… it was smooth and steady.

Riley was beginning to head to bed, and so were the emotions.

“Alright!” Says Joy. “What do we think Riley made on the test?”

“Better than everyone else!” Says Envy.

“We better have!” Says Disgust.

“…We better have passed so we can teach that kid behind us a lesson.” Says Anger, gritting his teeth a bit.

“Well, we just have to wait and see!” Says Joy.

Riley’s phone then vibrates against her counter. She walks up to it and checks her notifications… and spots an email from the algebra teacher.

Anxiety then gasps. “It’s the teacher!” She says.

“…Wonder what he wants… maybe congratulate us for passing?” Joy suggests.

“What are we waiting for, Joy?” Fear questions. “Just open it!” He begins to tremble in his spot a bit… the suspense was getting to him.

Riley opens the email… and a wide smile crosses her lips.

'I’m very proud of you, Riley! You made a 92 on the test today. I’m very glad you went out of your way to improve from before.

You also ended up being the top scorer this time! You should be really proud of that, no one’s ever gotten this high of a score on this test.

Have a good night.

~ Sylvester, Johnathan'

The entirety of Headquarters goes silent… before it erupts into cheers, at least from some emotions.

“We’re better than the other kids!” Says Envy.

“Hah! Take that, nerdy punk!” Anger cheers, referring to the kid that sat behind Riley.

Fear only sighs in relief; while Sadness, Embarrassment, Ennui, and Disgust look on at the screen, proud of their girl.

“We did it, Joy!” Anxiety cheers. “We did it!” She then squeals with delight.

“We sure did.” Joy says tenderly.

…Joy wasn’t just proud of Riley, but the other emotions as well. All of them were able to help Riley succeed with simple preparation. They were able to work in synch with one another, keeping each other on track. They were all able to help Riley be happy.

It truly never hurt to be prepared or understand when to get busy, regardless of how confident one can be… it never hurts to be ready.

- END -

[choccy-milky]

1. your fic is absolutely amazing. Have been bingeing it and I’m literally obsessed. The way you write just itches my brain in such a good way, literally cannot contain my love and appreciation for your work👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 cheers to you!!! Can’t wait to keep reading

2. As I was reading I found out you also deadass drawing the art to go w/ the fic?? Literally you’re living my dream 😭 plus your art is so so so well done!!!!! It’s added so much joy to my reading experience

Cannot wait to see what else you have in store!!’ Hope you have an amazing, AMAZING day, week, year, etc.!!!! 💞🙌🏻🫶🏻

OMG IM GONNA CRY 😭😭 BAHAHA U SENT THIS AT SUCH A CRAZY MOMENT cuz i just checked my ao3 comments and was down about a rude comment i got, and then i come to tumblr and like, a few mins later/literally AS i was venting about it, u send this BAHAHA your choccy senses were tingling. IM SO GLAD U LIKE IT THO AND THAT YOURE ENJOYING IT (and my drawings, even if youve defs seen spoilers by now BAHHA) hope u have a good day too, u defs brightened mine!! THANK UUUU💖💖💖

@kaviary-blog this looks so funny bc i censored u just to keep it (mostly) spoiler free BUT AW THANK U DAMN IM HONOURED THAT MY FANFIC WAS THE ONE TO MAKE YOU CRY?? IM SO HAPPY HOW INVESTED YOU ARE 😭😭💖💖 im also super happy with that chap and its so satisfying like you said to finally be able to tie of all those threads so IM GLAD IT WAS WORTH IT💖

@lovesicklovermia ONE DAY???? OMG. FIRST TWO DAYS NOW ONE?? ITS JUST GETTING SHORTER AND SHORTER. next thing i know someones gonna be like yeah so i took some highly experimental drug that lets me read at 1000% the pace of a normal person, and i finished ur fic in 2 hours 😍omg loved it!!!😍😍 BAHAHAHA but omg i totally see what u mean, they do HAHA. AND THANK U💖💖 IM GLAD UR LIKING IT💖

YEAH so in my fic fifth years are 16, and by the time things get....explicit....clora and seb are 17. im not against consuming media with teenagers depicted in sexual situations like euphoria or riverdale or w.e else bc i get that its fiction and these are just real things that happen so its fine to write about them, but their canonical ages of 15 was still too young for me and i wanted them to be 17 before it got the E rating (which is why clora and sebs birthdays end up being so close, bc i was RUSHING for them to turn 17 BAHAHHAA)

BAHAHA clora and seb secretly being together is like the most poorly kept secret in my fic, like im sure her parents technically KNOW, but due to old fashioned traditions and whatnot (and it being 1891) seb wants to be able to propose properly and with a proper ring, bc clive is intimidating and he doesnt wanna just be like "yeah so im dating your daughter and weve already fucked and i plan to marry her" LOOL he wants to do things properly and be with her with her dads permission(even tho its a bit late for that HAHA) BUT WE CAN JUST PRETEND. tldr its basically just out of some sense of chivalry on sebs side, a fear of her dad, and wanting to do things right LOL

ALSO WAIT OMG STOPPPPP I WAS LITERALLY JUST ABOUT TO POST THIS BUTI HAVE TO INCLUDE THIS NOW

YOU SAW MY POST AND IMMEDIATELY DREW THIS AS A RESPONSE WHILE IN CLASS?? BAHAHAHA IM ACTUALLY SO TOUCHED RN IM TEARING UP WTF THATS SO SWEET OF YOU WTFFFFFFFFF THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭💖💖 (NOW PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!!🤬🤬)

[nat-20s]

mini-fic time!!!

(all of these r also posted on ao3 lol)

Donna and The Doctor share a discussion about Christmas

~*~

It’s during one of their many little late night chats that the subject comes up. It even happens organically, Donna noting the soft glow of the fairy lights pinned about that were, technically speaking, Christmas lights, and how the entire family had apparently conceded to this being a year round fixture. Of course, instead of focusing on the noble-temple-mott-doctor clan’s terrible consistency with interior decorating, the Doctor throws on a downright cheeky grin and asks, “So. You still hate Christmas?”

She knows the answer he’s expecting. After all, this year’s event was, perhaps, ‘lovely” and ‘joyful’ and ‘bringing tears to her eyes a few times, don’t mention it’. But. Still. Eh?She grimaces and sucks in a breath through her teeth, which is enough for The Doctor to throw the non-mug holding arm in the air and ask slightly too loud, “Seriously?”

Donna shrugs and hides her face behind her mug. “I mean…”

The Doctor blinks at her a few times, and as she has no desire to provide further details, he replies, “Huh. Really? Ialways sort of assumed that, well. You didn’t like Christmas because you had mostly bad ones?”

“What, no.I had loadsof happy Christmases. Hell, there was a good ten years where it was the only day me and mum were actually nice to each other. I just don’t really care for it. I mean, sure, there’s...parts I like, I guess. I like the lights, some of the songs are okayish, and don’t get me wrong, I have loads of fun getting to spoil Rose rotten each year but. I dunno, it’s all a bit, ugh,you know?”

When she gets a downright agog expression in exchange for her statement, she can’t help but snort. “Why the hell do you even care? I can’t imagine that Time Lords are all that arsed about Christianity, and, by the way, if you tell me that you were Christ, I’m gonna tell you fuck off, no you weren’t.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Obviously.”

“Was one of the disciples though.”

“Fuck off, no you weren’t.”

The Doctor stares at her very, very intensely, giving away nothing. For all of about 3 seconds, when his nose wrinkles up in amusement and he waves a hand. “No, I wasn’t. I’m not sure I even know all their names. Think I have some reindeer mixed up with them. On Dasher, on Dancer, on Donny, on Simon, or something like that.”

Donna manages to just roll her eyes rather than enjoy the goof, because he is derailing the conversation, again. “So my point stands. What’s your big thing about Christmas?”

After a hum and a shrug, The Doctor replies, “Oh, it’s not just Christmas. Purim, Holi, Lunar New Year, hell, I adore a good Arbor Day.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s..”

The Doctor looks to the side for a second, in that non-targeted way that Donna knows means he’s trying to remember something. She takes a sip from her cocoa and practices some of her hard won patience.

With a soft hum, The Doctor finally comes back to the present and tells her, “It’s not that Gallifrey never had holidays, of sorts. But they were all very traditional and very serious and very dour. It was all ceremony and diligence and respect, not,” he nods towards the Christmas tree, “fairy lights and colored powders and silly costumes.”

Grinning now, he continues, “You know, in all the lifetimes I’ve lived and all the species I’ve met, humans are utterly unparalleled in their ability to have fun. For all your lots’ faults, of which there are many-”

“-yes, thank you-”

“-nobody celebrates like a human. Any excuse, even the basic, or, ah, often not so basic, act of survival, and you’ll start singing and eating and dancing. You have such a capacity for joy it will leak from you. Happy crying, who the hell does that?”

“Hold on, I’ve seen you do that. Three times in as many days when you first got here.”

Tilting his head in acknowledgment, he counters, “Ah, but that’s only because of the company I keep. Your laughter is infectious, literally, in the year 16,000 it gets classified as a dangerous contagion.I mean, honestly, you lot could make a Dalek snicker. It’s...it’s incredible. There’s genuinely like nothing else in the universe, and, well, I can’t help but be charmed by Christmas as a small sliver of all that relentless joy.”

After a half second pause, he adds, “Plus, yes, the lights are quite pretty.”

Donna can’t quite contain a smile, replying, “I suppose I could see the appeal of it. Through that lens.”

The Doctor grins back at her, and they let themselves sit in a companionable silence. After a minute of simply letting themselves be, and polishing off the last dregs of their cocoa, Donna tells him, “Still can’t fucking stand ‘Wonderful Christmastime’ though.”

Hearing the burst of laughter that comes from The Doctor, Donna can’t help but silently agree with him. She thinks it’s not so bad being infectious, when that infection is joy.

[flamingo-writes]

Comfort — Hobie x Reader

I believe I didn’t mention the reader’s pronouns at all so, GN!Reader

A/N: this is merely a comfort fic for myself. This is a fic I wrote for myself to deal with the events of my day. When I have bad days like these, I tend to dissociate a lot and deal through fictional scenarios in my head. And this was what came out of that dissociative episode.

Warnings: mentions of death, losing a pet. Also not proof read. I’ll eventually proof read this, today is not the day for that.

Hobie knew right away something was wrong when you weren’t in your flat. Sure the lights were on, your stuff from work in the living room, and the window unlocked as usual for him to climb inside. But you were nowhere to be seen.

That only meant you were on the rooftop.

And unless you were with him chilling, it usually meant you had too much on your head and had gone up there to get some fresh air.

So he went up there. And at the smell of smoke he knew right away you were there. Leaning against the balcony. Staring at the city lights forming constellations on the ground. And listening to the cars playing an orchestra of their own. Your kind was lost in nothing, your body completely still. Between your index and middle finger rested your consuming cigarette, as you idly bit your thumb nail from that same hand.

“Hey,” Hobie purred. The silence was broken as he walked up to you and kissed the top of your head as you finally moved and looked at him, smiling softly.

“Hey,” You replied in a low whisper and brought the cigarette to your lips.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered softly, as he watched you take a drag and blow the smile up into the air.

“My mum called earlier…Do you remember the old family dog?” You began, shaking the ash off the cigarette.

“Oh no…”

“Yeah…It was very sudden apparently…I mean, we knew he was old but…we thought he still had a few months more…and it was very sudden…the dog was fine this morning and then…” You sighed deeply, feeling the tears creep up on your eyes, squeezing them tightly, as you held your breath in an attempt to keep yourself from crying.

You put off the cigarette tail on the stone balcony and sighed deeply.

“Shite, sweetheart…” Hobie said kissing your temple and hugged you. “I’m so sorry…I know you loved that dog…” He purred.

Your arms wrapped weakly around his torso as you buried your face in his chest.

“I did…Very much…I missed him so bad when I moved out of my mum’s” You sobbed gently. “But the worst part wasn’t losing the dog, was seeing everyone’s heart breaking when we realised he was gone…” You cried softly. “My brother was devastated, my mom was heartbroken…And I keep telling myself…we gave that dog a good and long life we took care of him till the very end…And he looked after us in return…Always kept an eye on the house, you know? And now— I went to my mom’s place as soon as she called…And the yard feels awfully empty without him…” you kept crying against his chest, letting out the tears you’d been holding in all day long in your chest, not realising how much you needed to actually cry. You saw everyone cry, you’d heard your mother freak out on the phone when she called you to tell you the dog wasn’t breathing.

Hobie’s arms tightened around you, as his hands rubbed your back. “It’s okay, luv…Cry all you need…” He whispered. “I’ve got you. And you and your family are gonna get through this, okay? Hold on to those cute memories of your dog, and think of how even when he’s gone, that joy you felt in your memories will remain, and no one can take that away from you, okay?” He whispered.

He remained there, holding you tightly, letting you cry. He was more of a cat person, but just the idea of losing one of his cats was more than enough to make him nauseous, he could only imagine how you felt. He kissed your head and kept reassuring you, hoping that his warm arms and sweet words helped soothe the pain.

They did. For the most part at least. Sure this new found emptiness was going to take a while to heal, and for the next few days you’d have to assimilate that every time you went visit your mum, there wasn’t going to be a dog to greet you like it always did. But you knew you’d eventually learn to deal with that pain and eventually heal.

For the time being, Hobie’s arms were tight enough to keep you from falling apart. His love was more tender than any velvet blanket. His words far more calming than any lullaby.

He kissed the top of your head once he noticed you’d stopped sobbing. “It’s okay, luv, I’ve got you…” He reassured you.

[drtyelvisfantasy]

Solider Boy💌🤍

parings: 50s!Elvis x female!reader

summary: Elvis has been stationed in Germany for 3 years, but to your love is the only thing that’s keeping you going

songs for the fic: Solider Boy- Elvis Presley, It’s Been A Long, Long Time- Kitty Allen, I Love You For Sentimental Reasons,m- The Righteous Brothers

The news of Elvis's deployment to Germany weighed heavily on you and Elvis’s hearts. You both sat together in your small living room, hands intertwined, grappling with the impending separation.

"I can't believe it's happening, El," you murmured, with tears in your eyes and your voice filled with sorrow.

"I know, baby. I wish I didn't have to go," Elvis said softly, pulling you into a tight embrace. "But duty calls."

She buried her face in his chest, clinging to him as if to delay the inevitable. "Three years... it feels like an eternity."

You looked up at him, your gaze searching his eyes for solace. "Promise me, Elvis. Promise me you won't forget. That you'll come back."

He stroked your hair gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I promise, darlin'. I'll write ya every day. Call ya whenever I can. You won't feel like I'm far away."

As the day of departure drew near, your home was filled with bittersweet moments. As you were packing your bags tears started to well in your eyes,

“I can’t believe you’re leaving, Elvis”, you say while wiping away your tears.

“Aw, c’mon now. Don’t cry, baby. It’s gonna be alright.” He says to as he hold you in his arms.

“Why do they have to take you away from me for so long? It’s not fair.”

At the airport, your last moments together were a silent conversation of love, spoken through tearful gazes and tight embraces. "I love you, Elvis," with tears rolling down your face as you whispered, your voice quivering with emotion.

"I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything," Elvis replied, holding her as if trying to freeze time.

When Elvis saw you crying he immediately comforted you. “Hey, satnin don’t cry. The last thing I wanna see is a sad lil face as I’m leaving.”

“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself? Please Elvis.”

“I promise baby. I’ll be safe. Take care of yourself too, okay?”

You nodded in agreement. Seeing him board that plane knowing you won’t see him for three years was the most heartbreaking thing ever. But his promises to write you letters and call you any chance he gets was the only thing kept you sane.

True to his word, letters from Elvis arrived regularly, each one a lifeline across the distance. Pages filled with his thoughts, his yearnings, his unwavering love for you. You cherished every word, reading and rereading, feeling his presence in every carefully penned line.

The phone became your sanctuary, the ring signaling the nightly connection across continents. "How's my girl doing today?" Elvis's voice would crackle through the line.

"I miss you, El," she'd reply, her voice filled with longing. "But your letters... they keep me going."

“I know, darlin’. Wish I could be there holdin’ you right now”.

“Me too El. But hearing your voice… it’s comforting.” You say wishfully.

“I reckon it’s the same for me, hearin’ your voice. Makes this place feel a little less lonely.” Elvis says with a smile on his face.

“You’re not causing a ruckus over there, are you?”, you say teasingly.

“Nah, just keepin’ my head down. But I’m countin’ the days ‘til I’m back home with you”

“Can’t wait for that day, El”.

“Me neither, baby. ‘Til then, just hold on tight. I’m right here, thinkin’ ’bout you every minute.”

Your conversation continued, each word spoken across the miles carrying the weight of the love the two of you shared, bridging the gap between them until the two of you could be together again.

Months turned into a year, then two. Yet, your love remained steadfast, growing stronger with each letter, each call, a testament to your unwavering commitment.

The day finally arrived when Elvis returned home. The anticipation, the nerves, the overwhelming joy—they all collided as you stood at the airport, scanning the crowd until your eyes met his.

Your reunion with Elvis was a whirlwind of emotions, tears, and laughter. You both held each other as if trying to merge into one, the both of your hearts finally reunited after enduring the agony of separation.

"You're home, El," you whispered, your voice filled with disbelief and joy.

"I kept my promise, baby," Elvis said, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I'm back where I belong—with you."

His embrace spoke volumes, reaffirming the love that had withstood the test of time and distance. As the two of you walked hand in hand, heading back to their shared home, you both knew that no amount of separation could diminish the love the two of you held for each other.

[agent-troi]

Eight Nights of Mulder, Night 5: Miracles

Summary: Scully finds out she’s pregnant… but this time, Mulder is there to share her joy.

@eightnightsofmulder @today-in-fic

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“Scully, they’re taking abductees. You’re an abductee.”

She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Do you want to become one yourself, Mulder? Because that’s what could happen if you go back out there.”

“I can’t let it happen to you again. I won’t. I’m not gonna risk…” he paused to swallow around the lump in his throat. “...losing you.”

Her eyes welled up with tears, and he could feel his doing the same. In unison, they moved into one another’s embrace.

“Don’t go back,” she whispered. “Please.”

Before Mulder could respond, he felt her suddenly go slack against him. He stumbled as he caught her limp body in his arms. “Scully? Scully!”

He saw her eyes twitch beneath half-closed lids. “M’ld’r…” she murmured sluggishly.

“I’m here, Scully. I’m here, and I’m not leaving. You hear me?”

“Mmmm…” There was a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. His panic escalated, and he bent at the knees to scoop her up in his arms and cradle her against his chest. She’s so small…

“Agent Mulder?” Skinner had emerged from the conference room, followed closely by the three Gunmen. Their eyes widened when they saw Scully. “What happened?” Skinner asked.

“I don’t know, I think she fainted.” Mulder could barely hear his own voice over the sound of his heart hammering in his chest. “I’m taking her to the hospital. You guys stay here with Krycek and Marita and see what else you can find out.”

He made it to the hospital in record time, Scully regaining consciousness along the way but still weak enough not to raise more than the faintest objections when Mulder told her where he was taking her. When he told the admitting nurse that he was her boyfriend, Scully raised her eyebrows at him but didn’t say anything. Thankfully, the nurse believed them, so he was allowed to wait with her while they ran a series of tests.

“I know it’s technically true, since we’re together now,” she remarked as she sat on the examination table, her legs swinging back and forth as they were too short to reach the ground. “But ‘boyfriend’ just sounds so… juvenile. No, that’s not the right word. It’s just not… enough… to describe what you are to me.”

Mulder sat in a chair which he’d pulled up right next to the table, squeezing her hand gently as he looked up at her. “If I’d said I was only your ‘partner’, they wouldn’t have let me in here.”

Scully chuckled. “Half the time people assume we mean that in a romantic sense anyway. I think it’s fitting. It describes every aspect of our relationship, personal and professional.” She paused to let out an adorably enormous yawn, and Mulder couldn’t help but smile despite his lingering concern. “And it would’ve described…” 

Her voice faltered as she suddenly looked away from him, down at her feet. “If we’d gotten our miracle, we would’ve been partners in that too.”

Regret and agonized longing pierced his heart, just like it had back in Oregon when he’d watched Scully hold Teresa Hoese’s baby. He’d wanted that for her– with her– so much, but whatever cruel God was in charge of dispensing miracles had decided it wasn’t meant to be.

The door to the exam room opened, and in walked the doctor, who looked like she was trying not to smile. “Miss Scully?”

She handed her a manila envelope, which Scully immediately opened. Mulder looked at the doctor anxiously, too afraid to read it himself. “What is it? Is she okay?”

A gasp caused him to turn his attention back to Scully, who was pressing one hand to her mouth as if she were trying to hold in laughter or tears, or both. “Scully?”

His partner looked up at him with an unreadable expression. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”

She laughed softly as tears of joy slid down her cheeks. “I’m having a—”

“We’re having a—”

“A miracle,” they finished in unison. Mulder pulled Scully into his arms and spun her around, laughing and crying with her. 

“I told you not to give up, Scully.”

“You did,” she murmured into his shoulder. “I’ll never doubt you again.”

He snorted. “Liar.”

Scully laughed again. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“I thought you believed in miracles?”

“I thought you didn’t?”

Mulder smiled and kissed her forehead, cradling her face as she gazed up at him with wide-eyed joy and wonder. “Well, maybe now I do.”

[sugusatosluut]

Pt. 2 fluff/drabble to this yuuji fic :) happy new year

- After a love filled night, you woke up early in the morning. The sun was shining through Yuuji’s blinds, hitting you directly in the face. You sat up and picked up the card that was set on the night stand. You forgot about it! Gosh, you and Yuuji were so caught up in making eachother feel good that you forgot to open the card. Well, you can open it now.

The card read:

My sweet Y/n, everything in this world is precious, but nothing is more precious than seeing your face light up with joy, so I got you quite a few things. Behind this card though, is two tickets to the aquarium! I thought we could wear our matching hoodies and enjoy the day together somewhere that we both love. In this world, the only beautiful thing I see is you.

With love, your Yuuji < 3

- FIRST OFF wow, it made you tear up, you were ugly crying but quietly.. I guess not too quiet since you woke yuuji up out of his peaceful state. He was so worried about you, why were you crying??

“Hey sweet girl, what’s wrong? Oh gosh, did I make you regret our night?” He asked

“No- the card.. Yuuji Itadori- you’re the best. I’m glad to call you mine.” You gave him the puppy dog eyes and he melted instantly. “You had me worried there for a sec y/n. I hate seeing you cry but if it’s a happy cry I’m sure I can live with that.” He smiled.

- The morning was spent going to get breakfast and then letting gojo and nanami know your whereabouts in case there was any trouble.

- Yuuji was proud of your matching outfits, you guys took lots of Polaroids and enjoyed your time at the aquarium together.

New Message from: Gojo Sensei

Gojo Sensei |: Still in the clear, how’s the date with y/n?

| Good, we’re at the gift shop. She’s having the best time. Thank you for the tickets.

Gojo Sensei | Thank Kugisaki. She and Maki were going to have a girls day but they swapped it for a first grade mission. Thought it would be more fun.

| Thanks anyways Sensei! We’re grateful. Hey wait is that you and Fushiguro hiding by the sting Ray exhibit?

Fushiguro | someone had to make sure you guys were actually on the damn date. You guys are always disappearing during group outings.

Gojo Sensei | Fraternization?

Y | It didn’t happen during school hours or on school grounds, so NO!

Fushiguro | Yeah, itadori’s right.

Gojo Sensei | you should know, Fushiguro is a horrible liar. He told me that he heard a lot coming from your room last night. Anyways, have a good time! We’re gonna go see the Jellyfish.

[sweetshire]

for the ask game- 3, 8 and 14?

hello hello!! this was sm fun, i love gushing abt fics i love. thanks for sending in the ask <3 (these questions are from this ask game)

3. 😂 A fic that made you laugh out loud

oh man. i experienced momentary blackout, as one does, when asked abt what one particularly likes haha. hmm let me see, let me see - i remembered SEVERAL such fics, and i shall list them all:

• “And Glorfindel Shall Be For The Elves…” by she_who_recs :D

• The Curious Tale of Lobelia Sackville-Baggins and Her Magic Ring by Prackspoor — sauron’s probably crying in his tower LOL. i didn’t know how much i needed this until i read it XD!

• ARES III TWITTER TAKEOVER by mazzawitz — my favourite The Martian fic!

• feels like we only go backwards by oldpotatoe — ok i’m only putting this here for myself, bc i stopped reading it midway & i need to get back to it asap. anyway, sokka’s inner monologues in this are freaking HILARIOUS. and i’m not particularly into shipping, especially in atlaverse - but this fic single-handedly converted me into a zukka shipper so

• THIS SAGA OF FELLOWSHIP SHENANIGANS — u’ll laugh until there are tears in ur eyes <3 beautiful. just beautiful *mimes wiping away tears from my eyes*

8. 🥰 A fic that gives you warm fuzzy feelings

THIS IS THE MOST DIFFICULT QUESTION EVER. how am i meant to choose JUST ONE?! and so, of course, i shan’t ;)

• The Quiet Ones by @fruitviking — cute CUTE CUTE. nonverbal holmes my beloved. i’ve nothing more to say

• Oddity & Honesty by @lovely-v / mangostrawberry — gives u the warmest fuzzies <3 sweetest fic in the world 🧡 also they’re THE (only) samfro writer to me

• as i have heretofore -- and i’ll continue to forevermore, i’d be very remiss if i didn’t mention with every seed you sow, let it wash away, wash away by @afaramir — it feels so. hopeful despite, - no INSPITE, - of all the grief amidst the joy. i’m as addicted to this fic as sherlock holmes is to cocaine. abby i’ll rec this fic until you’re sick of me CHEERS <3 xo

14. 🤩 A fic that made you SLAM that “subscribe” button

i’m gonna be real with u friend… most of the time i forget that this button even exists ajfgsjksh. i’m always on the lookout for more fics on tumblr tho, so i don’t really miss out much.

BUT i will say that @emyn-arnens’s On These Hither Shores -- another favourite! -- instantly drew my attention & i blitzed through her other works. this fic qualifies as an answer to the above question as well as to the re-read one, i guess. it’s warm & lovely and i’ve read it more times than i can count. rushing back to go subscribe now; i’m shocked and appalled that i haven’t done that already!

[9firefly9]

Can finally breathe

Part one

@cruulsummer Here! This fic is for you, since you asked for a second part😊. I’m extremely glad you asked for a second part because I had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you for leaving a comment on my previous post! It made me so happy to see how much you enjoyed my story.

Raven hasn’t seen Beast Boy in hours. Nobody has.

She starts to feel worried when lunch time rolls by and Beast Boy doesn’t even come to grab some food. Usually he would be running to be the first one at the table.

She starts to pace nervously around the hall connecting all their bedrooms. She picks at the skin around her nails; a nervous habit she’s never been able to get rid of.

If no one has seen Beast Boy recently, then he is most likely in his room. Nobody has been in his room today and everyone has already done other activities around the rest of the Tower. So, if he was lurking somewhere other than his room he would have been found by now.

Hesitantly, Raven walks up to Beast Boy’s door and knocks. The knock stings her knuckles where her skin had made contact with the door and she focuses on that instead of how long Beast Boy is taking to answer.

After a minute with no answer Raven knocks again, but this time louder.

It takes three tries for the door to open. Raven sighs in relief, but that relief soon turns back into worry when she sees Beast Boy’s face.

His eyes are red and puffy, his face looks splotchy, and his nose is a deep red as if he had been crying only seconds ago.

“Hi, Raven.” Beast Boy says, trying to smile for her, but it comes across more of a grimace.

Raven can tell he’s trying to act as if he’s okay. Trying to seem nonchalant, but Raven can easily see right through it. She’s pretty sure anyone could see through it right now.

“Can I come in?” She asks, a hint of worry in her tone.

Beast Boy looks nervous at the idea but moves aside to let her in anyway.

Raven walks in and sees the messy bed, floor covered in clothes, and video games scattered everywhere. But that’s nothing new. If it weren’t for Beast Boy’s features, Raven wouldn’t even know he’d been crying.

Raven sits down on his bed and watches as Beast Boy lingers by the door, unsure of what to do.

Raven looks at Beast Boy for a minute, staring at him like she’s trying to solve a puzzle, before patting the spot beside her on the bed. An invitation to come sit next to her.

Refusing to make eye contact with her Beast Boy continues to stare at the floor as her walks over and sits down.

They sit like that for a while in silence, Beast Boy sniffling occasionally until Raven asks…

“What’s wrong?”

Beast Boy lets out a sad laugh and shakes his head.

“You’re gonna laugh at me if I tell you.” Beast Boy says, grimacing as if she’s already started laughing.

“No I’m not. What is it?” Raven reassures him. Why would she laugh if whatever it is was making him cry?

“Raven… I really like you.” Beast Boy says slowly, looking at her cautiously. “And not like ‘you’re my best friend’ type of like, more a ‘I wish I could date you’ type of like.”

Raven could see the tears forming in Beast Boy’s eyes as he spoke.

“I like you a lot and wish you liked me the same way. But I know you never will, and that’s fine! I just wish I never had these feelings in the first place! ‘Cause now you’re probably gonna hate me and leave because you’ll be disgusted and-“

“Beast Boy.” Raven says, grabbing Beast Boy’s face in her hands so he can look her in the eyes. “I’m not disgusted, and why would you assume I don’t like you back if I’ve never said anything like that before?”

Beast Boy stared at her with confusion as tears poured down his cheeks.

“What?” He asks.

“I would also like to go on a date with you.” Raven says softly. “I’ve just been too scared to say anything, and I’m sorry about that.”

Raven watches as the sad look on Beast Boy’s face turns into one of relief and joy, before he suddenly wraps his arms around her in a hug.

Raven lets out a gasp at the sudden motion, but hugs him back immediately after.

“How would you feel about going to the Movies for our first date?” Beast Boy asks as he pulls back.

Raven scrunches her face up in disgust. “Nah, too cheesy.”

Beast Boy chuckles at her response.

“What if we went to that new Café that opened up downtown? It looks nice.” Raven suggests instead.

“Alright, let’s do that!” Beast Boy says, excitement in his eyes.

Raven smiles at him, happy to see that bright look in his eyes return. She hates when it’s not there.

“Okay.” She responds letting out a giggle that has Beast Boy blushing, and Raven can’t help but think how cute he looks.

[biggestsimponhere]

Hi there! Could you write a angst fic with either Obi wan or Luke x female reader either the prompt : Please don't leave

Like maybe the reader catches a really bad illness and (obi wan or luke) is by their bedside pleading. Readers fate could be left up to you :)

Sickness - Obi-wan Kenobi x f!reader

Mysterious illnesses were not new to the jedi order, what was new however was it taking out one of their best jedi. You’ve been sick in the med bay for several weeks now. They’re doing extensive research on how to help you. Meanwhile Obi-wan has been by your bedside for as long as the council has allowed. It was nearing the middle of the night when Anakin walked in. “Obi-wan? Why are you still here? You need to sleep” Anakin said walking over and laying his hands on his brothers shoulders. “I will sleep, when she’s awake anakin” Obi-wan said rubbing his tired eyes.

“She wouldn’t want this” Anakin said moving in front of obi-wan. “I know she wouldn’t want this, but what if I leave and she wakes up and then i’m not here” He said stubbornly. “At least go take a shower, please, i’ll watch her and you’ll be the first to know if anything happens” Anakin said calmly. “Fine, a shower, a quick one though” The man said finally standing up. Before he left he leaned over leaving a feather light kiss on your forehead.

Once anakin was sure obi-wan was far enough away he started talking. “I- well i don’t typically do this, you know that, but i miss you, and obi-wan misses you, so please wake up soon yeah? Who else is gonna boss me and ‘soka around?” He said his voice lacking the usual spark of joy. He received no response which of course he knew was gonna happen. “Just come home okay?” He said bringing your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss. Almost as soon as your hand was set down obi-wan walked back into the room. “I’ve showered” He said as he moved back to your bedside. “I see, please rest a little even if it’s just right here” Anakin said squeezing obi-wans hand.

“I will try anakin” Obi-wan promised laying his hand on top of anakins to squeeze it back. “I’ll be back later and you better have rested” Anakin said before leaving the room. Obi-wan moved as close as he could be to the bed without getting on it. “My love, please come home, p-please-,” he swiped away a tear, “Please don’t leave me” He continued to sniffle and cry as quiet as he could. Typically in a situation like this he’d look for guidance from his master but all of this is just reminding him that you, his only pillar since qui-gon passed, could very well die.

Another few hours passed as obi-wan slept soundly in his chair next to your bedside. Then your fingers twitched, not very noticeable, but significantly enough that when the nurse who came in to check that the machines were working properly, she noticed. She moved to check your vitals and saw that whatever you came down with was passing. She left quickly and went to fetch the doctor. When they came back in the room they noticed that you were now wide awake and looking frantically around the room. Your eyes darted over every surface before landing on obi-wan.

You then looked over to the door that had just opened. Noticing the doctors you moved to ask what happened but then you started coughing. The nurse quickly rushed over and passed you a glass of water. Once your throat felt better you spoke. “What happened?” You said softly. “You were sick, you were out for several weeks but you’re doing much better now” The doctor spoke in a volume much too loud. You raised your hand to your lips in a ‘Be quiet’ motion before pointing to obi-wan still soundly sleeping next to you.

The doctor nodded and quickly left taking the nurse with him. It wasn’t until an hour later that obi-wan woke up. He looked up to see you looking down at him with a soft expression. “You’re awake! Did the doctors come in, you need the doctors, doc-,” He began to say before you cut him off. “Obi, i’ve been awake, i’ve seen the doctors, it’s okay”. He stopped yelling, somewhat reluctantly. “Alright, how long have you been awake?” He asked softly. “Only a little while, how long have you been awake? i know you haven’t left” You said reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

“How did you know that?” He said slightly shocked. “As it turns out whatever comatose experience i was in, i could still hear, at least i could when i was awake. I heard you and anakin earlier when he said you haven’t left, then i heard anakin and then you. I won’t leave you my love” You said scratching your nails gently along the side of his beard. “Please don’t” He said, tears forming in his eyes. “Come up here with me” You say softly, moving over slightly. He climbed into the bed with you and wrapped his arms around your middle.

“It’ll be okay” You say carding your hand through his hair. Eventually he fell asleep wrapped around you. Soon after Anakin came back in. He has clearly been crying you thought as he moved to the chair obi-wan was sitting in. He hadn’t looked up from the ground since he came in so you slid your hand under his chin to make him meet your eyes. “Anakin? What’s wrong?” You ask softly as you see tears glisten in his eyes. “I just don’t want this to happen again” He said leaning into your touch.

“Well i’ll try not to get sick again” You say laughing lightly. He sniffled and then spoke again, “Do you promise? Cause you’re the only mother figure i’ve had in my life since my mom passed and i can’t do that again” He said quietly. “I promise anakin” You say softly, “Would you like to come up here?” You say patting your other side. He hesitantly walked around the bed and climbed into the other side, wrapping his arms around you and obi-wans. Eventually all three of you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.