#I got to this part and had to take a minute to sniffle very quietly while my sister sat across from me studying for her final

[cultivating-wildflowers]

still on the same subject, but this passage came for my throat

[bunnybuunn]

Bad humor.

Summary: Agatha makes a bad joke about reader’s stuffie and Rio forcing her to fix the situation.

Pairing: Mama!Agatha x Little!reader x Mommy!Rio.

Warnings: Age regression, slight angst, Agatha being Agatha, fluffy ending.

You were excited to go on another trip with your mommies because you knew that it would be fun. The best part of dating witches was being by their side while they were dealing with their usual magical stuff. Right now you were busy packing all of your stuffies in your backpack when one of them accidentally fell down on the floor.

 It was your favorite stuffed bunny. 

You were just about to pick it up when Agatha's hand grabbed it before you could. She smirked a little bit before looking at it with a fake worried look on her face and then pretending to check his pulse. Agatha looked at your little confused face, and it was hard for her to suppress her smile. 

 

„I’m afraid that Mr. Bunny is dead, darling.”

 

The woman put a hand on her heart, pretending to be completely devastated by his death. If you weren’t regressed, you would immediately catch on to her sarcasm, but right now her words sounded so realistic to you. Agatha enjoyed teasing you, but being the woman she is, she couldn’t stop when she should’ve. 

 

„What an awful death.”

 

She mocked once more before looking at you and seeing that you already got teary-eyed. That was a very bad sign, and the last thing that Agatha wanted right now was dealing with your tantrum. 

You tried to hold back your tears, but almost started crying before Rio entered the room and saw you standing in front of Agatha with your eyes full of tears.

She had almost let out an annoyed sigh, finding that situation way too familiar. The woman knew that it was probably another one of Agatha’s stupid jokes that made you this upset. 

 

„You okay, honey?”

 

She asked, approaching both of you and tilting your head up by gently grabbing your chin with her fingers. You shook your head and pointed at the toy that Agatha was still holding in her hands. 

 

„Mama said that Bunny died!”

 

You said, before hot tears flushed down your cheeks and you let out a couple of sniffles, looking at your favorite toy in the woman’s hands. Rio knew that she had to calm you down before the whole situation got too overwhelming for her liking. 

 

„He has to go wit’ you now, Mommy.”

 

Rio almost growled from your words. She hated dealing with your tears. Seeing you like that made her black heart ache. She didn’t want to deal with that stupid situation, but she had to since her wife also behaved like a whole child.

She gave you a pat on the head and then turned her head in Agatha’s direction.

 

„No, baby, I won’t take him away. Mama will fix it, right?”

 

Her tone let Agatha know that it wasn’t a question. Rio was fed up and was waiting for Agatha to fix the situation that she had created herself. 

The woman sighed deeply and then put your stuffie on the bed, thinking of ways to make your bunny „alive“ again. The next minute, purple glimmer washed over Mr. Bunny’s body, turning him into an actual bunny. 

It wasn’t Agatha’s plan that she wanted to go with, but at least the toy clearly didn’t seem dead now. 

Both Agatha and Rio looked a bit surprised, but they quickly relaxed when they saw that your little face finally brightened up as you saw a small bunny sitting on the bed. 

 

„Well, I guess he’s more alive than he had ever been before, my dear.”

 

Agatha said, quietly amazed by her work. Rio smiled softly at her, feeling glad that the whole situation was finally over. 

You picked up the bunny and hugged him closely, gently petting his little head with your fingers.You always wanted a pet, since Señor Scratchy didn’t seem to enjoy playing with you at all. 

 

„I guess Señor Scratchy just got himself a new friend, didn’t he, sweetheart?”

 

Agatha rolled her eyes at Rio’s comment before both women leaned down to give you a little kisses on the forehead. You smiled softly at them before turning your whole attention back to the bunny that was now sitting on your lap. 

Taglist: @aew-regression-cove @tinylilacbun

[cheriladycl01]

The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader Part 8

Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula One into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookies within the 2022 line up!

You and Carlos took the flight to Spain from Miami together. After you slept in his hotel room for the night you knew you’d have to stay with him atleast until the Spanish Grand Prix. You felt so unsafe whenever you turned a corner, but being with Carlos made you feel like you weren’t fully alone.

By the time you got to his home it was the middle of the night and nobody was awake. The house was dark and quiet but you could tell that it was his family home from all the dark portraits of him and his family lining the walls in the entry way.

“Is this you?” You ask politely looking at the funny photo of a young toddler Carlos with cake smushed all over his face.

“Yes but don’t … don’t look at that” he sighs trying to pull you away from the many photos of him and his sisters and parents. Those photos then bled into those of his extended family that you did not recognise.

“It’s cute, that your mum and dad keep all this. And that you still have a room here” you smile kindly at him.

“Mmmm, I guess. Look I don’t want to make too much noise, I know my sisters have work early tomorrow so let’s go up to my room” he says taking your wrist to guide you up the stairs.

You follow his every footstep to make sure not to hit any of the planks of wood that will groan under weight. It was clear Carlos knew how to get in quietly. You make it up the large wooden staircase and he walks you carefully down the corridor.

For a minute you feel like a teenager again, no worries in the world apart from the wrath of a teenage boys mothers whose caught the two of you coming back into his room.

But the reason you are here with Carlos isn’t just because he’s snuck you back into his room after a night out. It’s for you safety, as many people out there, don’t like you right now.

Part of you thought it would have been wise to reach out to Lewis and see what he had to say. After all he was a large part to play in all this. At the same time you didn’t want him to feel guilty as though this was his fault.

Once Carlos had quietly shut the door of his room, he helped drag your case into the corner of the room.

“I’ll take the floor and you can take my bed” Carlos says in hushed tones, smiling softly looking over you.

“If you are okay with it, I’d rather share the bed with you. Y-your bed is against the wall, so if you lay next to me i’d feel safer… because no-one could get to me” you say sheepishly.

“You set the rules for us Y/N, it’s better if i go to the floor. I dont want to start something you wont let me finish. No-one can get to you in this house, you are safe!” he admits and you sigh.

Carlos was someone you wanted in your corner, luckily the Spaniard was a mature enough man to put behind him everything that occured between the two of you and be there for you as a friend.

But you couldn’t help but feel the … distance between the both of you. And it was growing more and more each day. At the hotel, he saw you in a moment of completley vulnerability and it’s not often that Carlos Sainz has women crying infront of him, that arent fans of course. So hugging you, and holding you as you sniffled yourself to sleep felt like the right thing to do.

But it broke his heart knowing that nothing would come of it, as you’d made those wishes very clear all that time ago. Career focused lady … at one point in life Carlos thought that was something very attractive in a woman, he’d be lying if he said he didnt now but he couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed at the world and how you assume you’ll be viewed if you were to ever be involved with a driver.

But then you also both had the answer to how people would react from the state that your home was left in all because there were rumours between you and Lewis.

Once you too thought about the consequences of sharing a bed, you agreed as the last thing you wanted to do was force the friendship down a rocky path, one where your jobs are affected on track.

That was the last thing you wanted.

“Are you sure the floor is okay? I feel really bad” you frown as you sit on the edge of his bed, looking at where he is stood across the room.

“Yeah, i have stuff from when my sisters used to have sleepovers in here with me” he smiles in a nostalgic sort of way, thinking of when he was younger.

“You used to have sleepovers?” you ask cocking a brow,not having expected that from him. However you could tell that he was very much a family man.

“Lets go to sleep hermosa, we can dicuss my family life more tomorrow, but you need rest” he sighs, starting to lay down a thin single matress next to the bed. He grabbed blankets from the wooden closet and a pillow from the bed you’d be sleeping in.

“Sorry, no spares” he says before settling and laying down. He’d changed into some pijamas behind a little partition in his room. He gestured for you to take your turn.

You were desperate for a shower and to scrub off the entire Miami weekend. She wanted to bask under some warm water, but knew that wasnt a possibility at this time of night and in a shared house.

You changed into a large t-shirt before awkwardly shuffling back round to get into his bed.

Despite him not being there often the sheets still smelt like … him. His cologne or his body wash and it was an intoxicating smell that had you laying on your back staring at the ceiling questioning everything.

“Carlos?” You ask quietly to see if he was awake, but when there was no reply you figure he is probably asleep.

“Maybe in another reality you and I could be something more, I think one of my biggest regrets in life will be pushing you away that day and my biggest fear is loosing you as a person in my corner, however that may be. You’ve been kind to me in the short time you’ve known me and made me feel safe and protected when I’ve never felt more vulnerable. I just hope you know that I’m thankful for everything you’ve done and I wish I could let that part of myself open up to you” you sigh letting out everything you’d been thinking throughout the day.

That night you’d slept the most peacefully you had done in years. And you couldn’t help but feel thankful to Carlos.

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[elliesleftboob]

maybe we have more in common than you think part 1

Warnings: more fluff and angst, but still 18+, cursing, dealer!ellie, mean!ellie, alcohol and weed usage.

As a kid you always loved dinosaurs, always expressing your love for them as you showed your parents fun facts about the Spinosaurus, but as you got older you lost your passion for it after Ellie fucking Williams bullied you for a presentation you had done in Highschool- you never liked Ellie but you were friends with Dina, Jesse, and Cat so you forced yourself to like her...

-

"hey" your roommate Dina says to get your attention, taking out your headphones you turn your attention away from the computer sitting in front of you. "Watcha doinggggggg?" Her voice hyped up, you knew she wanted something, she was always like this when she wanted something from you.

"what do you want?" You look up at her with a slightly worried expression, you never knew with her- last time she asked you for something was to go pick Ellie up after she had a panic attack on weed and she couldn't drive, but you wanted to see what she wanted.

"wanna come to Jesse's tonight?" She moves closer to toy with your hair- you sigh, whenever Dina was going to Jesse's to smoke, Ellie was there.

"will Ellie be there?" Your tone soft and slightly tired of asking this question.

"yeah but! So will Cat and I promise we'll make sure that she doesn't bug you"

You groan loudly.

"c'mon, you've been studying all day" Dina grabs the pillow and slams it on your back making you giggle loudly. "Fine-"

"yes! I love you!"

"yeah, yeah, lemme get ready" You get up and shower- keeping your hair down as you put on your baggy jeans, just mentally preparing yourself for the horror it is to sit in the same room with Ellie- memories crawling back to when you were younger

1 year ago -

"why do you even bother?" Ellie says to you, you turn your attention away from your phone to look at her "what?" you chuckle nervously.

"I mean like, you, yourself. Why even bother with college? you don't do anything anyways, always in your room doing fuck all"

You look at her in shock

"And you like dinosaurs still it's fucking childish" she laughs, tears swelling in your eyes as you look at your phone, she always does this when you're alone with her you think to yourself- "I- uh" your voice cracks "you fucking crying?" she frowns, you excuse yourself to the bathroom as you cry and cry, you weren't sure how long you had been crying for but obviously it was a long time.

"can I come in?" a familiar voice says, knocking at the door, you sniffle and unlock the door- eyes red from crying, nose red, and face flushed "Oh sweetie" Dina says, pulling you into a big hug, you sobbed in her arms for a few minutes before regaining yourself and calming down-

"what happened?" she says, Ellie looking at you and shaking her head, you knew she didn't want you to say so you just look at Dina and stay silent "ellie" you whisper, only loud enough for Dina to hear.

The rest of the night was silent, it was filled with Dina screaming at Ellie and telling her to stop bullying you and to stop being a dick, you always appreciated Dina but you felt like a little kid who couldn't defend themselves.

Present day

Yet again you are alone with Ellie in Jesse's living room when Dina went to get food with Jesse...

The silence was so loud

silence

silence

"you smoke?" Ellie says, trying to break the tension 'no' you quietly reply back.

"if you were wanna smoke, let me know" she looks at you "Ellie, what are you trying to do? If you want to bully me again just fucking say that instead of playing nice"

"I'm not, I'm trying to be nice Jesus" She lights her joint and you cover your nose as the smell of weed hits your nose-

more silence

Dina: sorry, it's taking so long- will be home in 15, everything going good with Ellie?

You: ya, she's tryna start a convo with me lol idk what to say

you turn your phone off and turn to Ellie, a very stoned Ellie who is looking at the lava lamp.

"you good?" you ask and she just laughs "yeah, man. I'm good"

you bite the inside of your cheek and nod, she turns her attention to you.

"Dinosaurs are cool man... I don't think i ever told you that shit" you giggle "what?"

"The Spinosaurus, that shit is sick! What's your favorite Dinosaur?"

this was unexpected, was it the weed? Maybe she wasn't a total bitch- but it's Ellie, too good to be true

"Uh, I'd say Stegosaurus or Triceratops, they're peaceful creatures- they mean no harm" you smile at Ellie and she moves closer, she's funny when she's high.

"I like the indoraptor" she blurts out, you frown "they are cool, dope as shit"

"that's.. Not a real dino els, it's a hybrid"

"the fuck is a hybrid?"

"I assume you watched Jurassic world part 1,2 and 3?" she nods "It's a hybrid of the Indominus rex and velociraptor genome" she nods even more, "interesting" she's lost in thought, you roll your eyes and chuckle.

"what's your number?" Ellie mumbles, the shock on your face, makes her blush slightly "pardon me?"

"What is your number" she says more clearly.... You think about it some more and give her your number- and that's how you started hanging out, she would come over to yours whenever Dina wasn't around or you'd go to hers when Jesse wasn't there- you'd watch her get high and play video games, just enjoying herself, you'd gossip about everything, for fuck sakes you even found out how much she loved Dinosaurs and talked to her about that or she'd ramble on about astrology, it felt like she was truly your friend until one night when Cat, Abby, Dina, Jesse, you and herself where all hanging out and Dina brought it up and Ellie denied it, you pulled her aside to talk to her.

"Ellie what the fuck?" she chuckles slightly as you manage to push her to the wall, obviously angry, she puts her hands on your shoulders to make you feel smaller "not like we were ever friends"

a:n, sorry it's so short! It's my first time writing in this fandom! Lmk if you want a part 2

[nauwuna]

Calling in the middle of the night 3~

Warning:English is not my first language

Note:I'm very busy for the school in this days, I don't know how much I will be able to write.

Taiju Shiba/Rindou Haitani/Hajime Kokonoi

Part 1 Part 2

Taiju

you've been having nightmares lately

You woke up suddenly

you were sweating and your heart was pounding

You look at your phone to see the hours

It was very late

<<he probably sleeping right now>> you say looking at your phone

but you still called him

<<what?>>

<<Taiju?>>

When he hear your voice he suddenly woke up

<<are you alright? Why did you call me so late?>>

You were starting to talk when tears started to flow

Taiju hear you and he suddenly panick

<<I'm coming>> he said getting out of his bed

<<it was only a nightmare, it's not th->>

<<I said I'm coming>>

He ended the call and got ready to leave his house

After ten minutes you hear the engine of his motorcycle

You open the door to find Taiju already there

<<are you okay?>> his hands touched your cheeks still wet with tears

<<y-yes>>

Taiju took you back to bed and pampered you

<<i-I'm sorry for make you come here, j-just f-for a stupid nightmare>> you sniffle

<<it's not stupid, now try to sleep>>

You close your eyes and start to relax in his arms

And you feel asleep

Rindou

When Rindou Answer at your call he was annoyed

<<what?>> he didn't see who was at the phone

<<I'm s-sorry Rin, I probably wake you up...>> you whine at the phone

He freezes himself hearing your voice

<<i-it's just...I dream about you...you leaving me>>

<<take a deep breath now ok? I'm coming>>

He stays on the phone while he get dressed

<<y-you don't need to->>

<<I need to>> he stop you

When he comes

You open the door and he hugs you

<<listen here, I'm not gonna leave you, I love you with all my heart>> he look at you

<<R-Rin>>

He smiled at you and said:<<I gonna to cuddle you unit you get that I love you>>

Rindou spent the night at your house

And you sleep in his arm all night

Kokonoi

Let's be serious

You probably not the first love of this man but he loves you with all his heart

He would do anything for you

So when he see you call him in the middle of the night he answers quickly

<<y/n? It's pretty late, why are you->> he stopped when he hears you sobbing

<<dear, are you at home?>> he asks quietly

<<y-yes, I h-had a nightmare>>

<<I'm coming>>

He was already outside

Your house wasn't so distant from where he was

But he stays on call with you

<<Give me 5 minutes>>

<<k-koko>>

<<I'm here>>

As he walks towards your house he talk with you, to distract you from your bad dream

<<you can open the door>> he told you and ended the call

You open the door and find your boyfriend in front of you

You hug him and he hugs you back

<<you are safe with me, remember what I says when we start dating: I will protect you for the rest of my life>> he strokes your hair

[2miniverses]

another night

warnings: a little bit of angst, mentions of stress from school

a/n: i haven't been very confident in my writing so this is the best i have rn... life got busy, i just turned 19 and i'm starting college this month so i've been having fun. anyway, enjoy this little drabble and i hope everyone's well!

a/n pt.2: lowercase is intentional, roommates to lovers?? maybe :3

wc: 561

minho’s in his head again. his life is good so there’s no reason he should be crying.

well, college is stressful, he misses his parents, and his childhood friends are far away, still living in his hometown and-

okay maybe he had a reason to be crying but it’s irrational. ‘this is a part of growing up’, he says to himself every night. this is just another one of those nights. just another night of him crying his eyes out about feeling an overwhelming feeling of loneliness while sitting in darkness in his comfortable queen-sized bed.

a knock interrupted the stressed man from his thoughts. he is lonely but not physically alone. he has a roommate named jisung, who’s unfortunately a night owl. he’s nice, adorable, and sometimes really loud when he brings his friends over to make music but other than that, minho has no problems with his younger roommate. minho wiped his eyes and opened the door, praying it was not obvious he was bawling his eyes out just now.

“hey. what’s up?” minho croaked out.

jisung tried to look at his face, the hallway light being no help illuminating the features of the man in front of him.

“are you okay?” the honey-blonde-haired boy asked.

“yeah i’m fine just trying to go to sleep,” the man sniffled.

“i think you’re lying. you know you can talk to me right?” jisung leaned on the doorframe with a small smile. “you said i could talk to you when i’m feeling down so the same applies to you.”

yeah, he did say that but he didn’t actually mean it. that’s lee minho, the man who tells everyone that he can deal with his problems independently. jisung was referring to some nights ago when he had a panic attack over an exam he had the next day. minho stayed there with him to calm him down and told him that he’ll be here.

that was the breaking point. minho started crying silently but the tear drops falling onto the wood floor made it obvious.

“oh, minho-ssi,” jisung said sadly, embracing him slowly. “i’m gonna take us to your bed okay?” minho nodded and let the younger take them to his bed

never in lee minho’s life would he think that he’d end up practically cuddling with his roommate after crying his eyes out for an hour yet here he was, calmer than ever. jisung was petting him like a cat and telling him random facts he saw while scrolling too far down youtube shorts which would get a snort or even a chuckle from minho which was enough for jisung to make him feel like he was helping.

“do you feel better minho-ssi?” jisung asked quietly, still playing with the other man’s hair.

“call me hyung, jisungie,” minho chuckled. “but yes i am feeling better. thank you so much.”

“you’re welcome hyung! it’s no problem,” jisung smiled down at him.

some minutes passed by and minho finally picked up his phone to scroll through social media before he went to sleep. he noticed the time and tried to get up from jisung’s embrace but failed.

“jisung, you should probably-“

he was asleep. minho shrugged and laid back down into his roommate— friend’s arms. he’s okay with falling asleep in his embrace. this is definitely better than how he spent his other nights.

[ravennaortiz]

Halloween SOA Day 2: Pumpkin Patch

Sumamry: Juice x Happy's Daughter. Fluffy story where Juice tried to make her feel better after a breakup.

“Thought Danny was taking you to the pumpkin patch today?” questioned Juice as he sat next to Cori Lowman who had her head down on the bar at the club house. “Things changed” murmured Cori as she sniffled slightly without looking up at him. She had been pleased to find everyone mostly gone when she had arrived. She hated people to see her cry especially when she was just frustrated with herself. Juice frowned before speaking. “You okay?” he asked. “Danny and I had a fight again this morning and he dumped me” replied Cori after a couple minutes as she lifted her head up revealing her tear streaked face and red eyes.

“His loss Lassie” comforted Chibs as he joined them, catching the tail end of the conversation. “Yeah, he has no idea what he lost” agreed Juice as he squeezed Cori’s shoulder in comfort. As much as he hated that Cori was hurt Juice couldn’t lie he was kinda glad Danny was out of the picture. He had had a crush on Happy’s daughter the minute they had met. One smile from her and he had been hooked. He had also never really cared for Danny and neither had Happy. The guy was a bit of a douche to be honest. “Want me to beat him up? Make him disappear?” offered Juice causing her to smile softly and chuckle. “It’s okay. Thank you though” replied Cori as she laid her head on his shoulder with a sigh. If Cori was being honest she should have dumped him weeks ago. He wasn’t cutting it, like most of the guys she had tried dating they just couldn’t accept the MC lifestyle.

“Earth to Cori” called Juice jokingly. “Shit, Sorry Juice I zoned out” apologized Cori as she shook her head to clear her brain. “Your fine happens to me all the time. I was saying if you still want too I can take you to the pumpkin patch.” Offered Juice trying to keep it casual as his heart hammered in his chest. “Really? Don’t you have anything better to do?” replied Cori surprised by the offer. Most of the guys liked to act like they were too tough for these type of things. “Believe me the pumpkin patch will definitely be my better thing to do. It’ll be fun” replied Juice relieved at the way her face had lit up. “Okay, umm let me go clean up and we can go” replied Cori as she slipped off the bar stool and made her way back to the dorm hall. “What?” asked Juice as Chibs laughed quietly.  “Just wandering if you forgot who her daddy was Lad” replied Chibs. “Happy loves me” replied Juice with a laugh as he tried to ignore that part of the equation. “Besides were just hanging out as friends” he added. “Uh-huh” replied Chibs with a grin.

“You can drive” called Cori as she tossed Juice her car keys as they exited the clubhouse. “Where are you two going?” asked Happy from where he stood talking to Jax and Tig. “Pumpkin patch” replied Cori as she kissed his cheek before continuing on her way to her car. “Juice” called Happy as he grabbed the younger mans arm. Juice gulped as he turned and met his friends’ stern face. “Yes?” inquired Juice as he met Happys eyes. Happy didn't speak for a few moments before he dug around in his kutte for his wallet. “I got her Hap” stated Juice as he saw the older man start to count out bills. “Take it. Make sure she has a fun time” growled Happy as he shoved the money into Juices hand. Juice nodded as he closed his hand around the money.

*

After a day spent getting lost repeatedly in every corn maze, trying every pumpkin related food and drink item they offered, petting baby animals and drinking so much cocoa their stomachs ached the two were now traversing the pumpkin fields. Cori was on the hunt for the most deformed pumpkin as she preferred misfits over perfect orange ones.

“Something funny Juice?” inquired Cori from where she was knelt in the dirt in front of him as she gazed upon two pumpkins. “Cause this is a very serious sport”. She added trying to sound stern as he laughed some more. “My apologies. I didn’t realize that” replied Juice as he held his hands up causing them both to burst out in a fit of laughter. “Which one do you think” asked Cori after a moment as she looked up at him. “Hmm” considered Juice as he knelt next to her gazing intently upon the two pumpkins in question before giving each one a firm slap before standing up and pretending to write his notes. “After a rigorous round of testing. I say we get both” announced Juice as he grinned down at Cori who was wiping her eyes from the laughter as she tried to recover from the sight of him hitting the pumpkins. “Thank goodness you were available today to test them for me” replied Cori after she caught her breath. “Both it is” she added as she stood up and wiped her hands on her pants as she smiled at him as he started to load the wagon.

As they made their way to the exit to pay Cori grabbed Juices hand interlacing their fingers. “Thank you for today. Means a lot to me” she murmured as she squeezed his hand as she looked up at him catching his gaze. “Anything for you” replied Juice caught off guard as his eyes locked on hers before leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips.

[f1uckinghell]

Mini Summer VV Event: Part 4

This is the final oneshot I managed for the VV summer event, and was inspired by many a conversations with @33max 🩵

fluff with light angst//pack/family feels//tw: mentions of drug use, mentions of fights with parents

— 🌳 —

Daniel meant to cut the tree down. It was old and knobbly and the placement wasn’t ideal, right on the edge of the cow pasture.

He didn’t get that far, because Isabel begged him, with tears in her eyes, to leave it be because it was her “favorite tree”.

“You never said that it was your favorite!”

“You never asked!” she sniffled dramatically, sounding a lot like Charles.

“What else am I supposed to do with it? It doesn’t even carry apples anymore.”

“We could build a treehouse in it?” Riley suggested quietly from the side. “Like the kind the kids in my book have. A magic one.” Of course, Isabel immediately agreed.

And so, Daniel, with the help of Michael and two very eager six year olds, spent the next few weeks gathering wood and supplies, and constructing a treehouse out of it.

It didn’t take long for the adults to become just as invested in the project. It was fun teaching the kids how to hammer in nails, how to sand, how to put in the little windows they had ordered online and how to roof it with tarp.

To make sure the treehouse really was magic, Lando helped Riley paint it, purple with little stars on it. Sophie got the pups small furniture, a little sofa to sit on, an old, colorful rug, a kid-sized table, some blankets.

When it was done, they all felt very accomplished.

“Daddy, I love it!” Isabel wrapped her arms around Daniel’s leg, looking up at him with a big, big smile and shining brown eyes. “It’s so cool!”

“It really is,” Daniel agreed, giving her a grin, rubbing her back. “And the paint job is what really pulls it together.”

On Michael’s arm, Riley beamed. There was still some purple paint on his cheek.

That night, the twins celebrated by inviting Leah and having juice and cookies in their new treehouse.

-

For a while, Riley and Isabel got to enjoy the treehouse for themselves.

The triplets and Luna were too small to climb up the ladder on their own for a while, but that only made them want to get up there even more. When the triplets got too much for them, it was easy for the twins to escape into their sacred little space, rolling up the ladder and ignoring the wailing downstairs.

However, this was the best motivator for the younger kids to learn how to climb, and soon, the treehouse war was on.

Eventually, via the means of a packling tribunal, they decided on fair rules for everyone to use the tree house.

“No pushing people off” was priority number one, thankfully.

-

The years passed, and the treehouse saw many additions: a rope swing, new curtains, a radio, flower pots, and a new paint job, courtesy of Luna and Lucía.

Jasper was born, and being the baby of the family, he got the privilege of being lifted up there before he could ever climb by himself, always just wanting to be included.

Eventually, the twins grew out of wanting to play-pretend with their siblings.

“Isa, will you play superheroes with us in the treehouse?” Evie tugged on her older sister’s sleeve. “Pleeeease?” She put all of her force into that please to convince Isabel. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough, because Isabel’s eyes were stuck on her phone screen.

“No, I’m calling Leah in a minute.”

“Ughhhh,” Evie exclaimed, slinking off, not even in a mood to make kissy noises at her sister for mentioning Leah. “Riley?” she asked hopefully, even though she knew it was no use. Riley sometimes still played dolls with them, but not superheroes.

“No, Evie,” Riley told her, looking at least somewhat sorry, “I need to finish my homework.”

“You’re always spending way too much time on your homework,” Evie grumbled, leaving her two boring older siblings alone in the living room, but not without a “You’re both stupid!”

She found Michael in the kitchen, reading a recipe off his iPad, cracking open eggs.

“Papa,” she whined, climbing one of the stools, “Isa and Riley never wanna play with us anymore!”

He looked up from his cooking, giving her a half-smile that usually meant he was about to say something wise. “That’s just how it is when you get older, bug. They’re proper teenagers now, they’re interested in other things.”

“Ugh,” Evie grumbled again, laying her arms flat on the countertop and her head on top of them. “Being a teenager must suck then, if they don’t want to play cool games in the cool treehouse with us anymore.”

Michael chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “You have no idea.”

Later that night, Evie snuck her way in between Riley and Isabel in the pup nest.

“Sorry I said you were stupid.”

She watched her older siblings exchange an amused glance over her head, which kind of made her want to pinch them both, but she controlled herself. “I talked to Papa and he said being a teenager sucks ass.” She paused, then added, “Well, he didn’t say it like that but it’s what he meant. So I forgive you.”

“Wow, thank you for your apology,” Riley said, clearly trying not to laugh.

“It does suck ass sometimes,” Isa shrugged, wrapping her arms around Evie to tickle her, but Evie quickly kicked her (lightly). She had one more thing to say. “Wait! Will you- …will you still do the sleepover with us?”

The treehouse sleepover was a tradition. Once a year, on the last day of school before summer break, all of them slept outside in the treehouse. It was a tight fit, but Evie desperately wanted her big brother and sister there, even if they were stinky boring teenagers now.

“Of course!” Isa gasped, shocked by the assumption, “Why not?!”

“It’s the law,” Riley said, matter-of-factly, “Treehouse sleepover on the last day of school is required.”

“Okay.” Evie let out a breath. “...you can tickle me now.”

-

The treehouse changed over time, got bigger, a little more crooked, saw different paint jobs and ladders and furniture.

It always stayed a place for the kids to have their own space, away from the parents and sometimes, the world. Even as they got older, it still saw use, albeit not as much as it used to.

It was good for hiding after a bad day, for reading undisturbed, for sleepovers with friends, for games that were otherwise deemed “too childish”, for secret phone calls nobody else was supposed to hear, and for many other things.

“I can’t believe we used to be able to stand up in here,” Leah laughed, reaching over her head to touch the ceiling with her palms.

Isabel tried to look anywhere but at her. “Yeah, crazy, right?”

“Do you remember when we played princess and knight?” Leah smiled. Her teeth were so white, and Isabel couldn’t believe how long it had taken her to notice that. She was noticing a lot of new things about Leah lately.

“Yeah, I remember. You stole one of your mom’s dresses for it.” Isa had to duck her head to even sit up in here; she was leaning forward at an awkward angle.

“I did!” Leah giggled, “He was sooooo mad at me for it.” She paused, and Isabel watched her run her fingers over the edge of the ratty little carpet Lucía had weaved for the treehouse a few years ago.

“Do you remember when I said the princess should give the knight a kiss?”

Isabel snorted, “You mean when I said that princesses kiss princes, not knights?”

“Yeah,” Leah giggled.

Silence fell over them for a moment. It was a new, heavy, exhilarating kind of silence as the enclosed space of the treehouse filled with a warm, sweet scent.

“...do you want to kiss the princess now?” Leah asked into the silence, her voice soft and pretty. Her fingertips were inching towards Isabel’s on the wood floor.

“...I… would like that, yeah,” Isa said, barely managing a whisper.

-

“Lunie?”

Lucía peeked over the edge of the treehouse, her eyes wide and still a little wet.

Luna wanted her to leave, but she couldn’t get herself to actually say it.

“Are you gonna come down for dinner?” Lucía asked hopefully.

Luna sat up, wiping her eyes dry. Her throat hurt from crying. “Is Papá still angry at me?”

Lucía scrunched up her nose as she pulled herself all the way up onto the platform with Luna. “A little bit I think. But he’s not yelling anymore. He’s just looking around all grumpy, you know how.” Her imitation of their Dad made Luna laugh.

Lucía leaned into Luna, putting her head on her sister’s shoulder. “...they’re just worried about you, I think.”

Luna hummed quietly, her throat filling up again. “They can’t get mad at me everytime I have a boyfriend!” she mumbled, “That’s not fair!”

Lucía said nothing for a second, and then carefully looked up at her. “...no offense, Lunie, but I think it’s the kind of boys you date.” Luna couldn’t really argue with that, to be honest. “You knew he does drugs. Everyone knew he does drugs.” Sometimes, Lucía sounded more mature than Luna even felt, even though she was the older sister.

“Maybe you’ll get it when you’re older, love makes you blind,” Luna shrugged, feeling silly and defensive.

“...I don’t think I will,” Lucía said, putting her head back on Luna’s shoulder.

“...it’s over with him now, anyway.”

“Sorry.”

They sat in silence for a minute or two before Lucía said, “...come down for dinner, Lunie, please. I think maybe we’ll have ice cream for dessert.”

Luna sighed deeply.

“...yeah, okay.”

-

On the last night of school, thirteen years after the treehouse was built, they had their last summer sleepover.

All of them felt the finality.

Riley was going away for college, and Isabel was having a baby with Leah, and nothing would ever be the same after tonight.

Together, they had spent the last few days expanding the treehouse, adding more flooring to the platform. Flynn built stilts to hold it up until the treehouse had a massive front porch.

It was a total overkill for this one night, but nobody questioned it.

They squeezed up there together, a mess of sleeping bags and blankets and cookie crumbs. Jasper insisted on sleeping right next to Riley, holding on to him all night as if he could keep him from leaving if he just tried hard enough.

Wrapped in his sleeping bag and his little brother’s arms, Riley couldn’t fall asleep, staring at the stars above them instead. He could tell through their bond that Isa wasn’t asleep either. When he turned his head to look at her, he saw a slow tear run down from the corner of her eye into her blond hair.

In silence, he reached over, grabbing her hand, squeezing it three times. I love you. She squeezed back thankfully, looking at him with a wobbly smile.

A lot was about to change now, and both of them were scared.

“I’m so glad you convinced Dad that this was your favorite tree,” Riley whispered.

“Me too,” Isa whispered back. Next to her, Evie stirred, snuggling into her side.

For a moment, the twins just smiled at each other. Riley felt tears well up as well; just seeing her cry was enough.

“Being a teenager sucks ass,” Isa whispered, and then they both had to clutch their hands over their mouths to stop themselves from waking up their packlings with their laughter, making their tears less salty.

Eventually, they calmed down and Riley reached for Isa’s hand again.

“...let’s see if being an adult does, too.”

[brandonduhaimes]

Love you more

Gif credits to owner!

Pairing: Kirill x gn reader

Length: 2.3k

Authors note: im sorry this one took so long! Requested.

"Y/n you will find a new guy he will be so good to you and it will all work out for you its just that we don't." Your now ex boyfriend had just broke your heart into so many pieces that you weren't sure they would ever be put back together.

"Just get out Jamie, I don't need a whole sob story on how great I am after you dump me. Ill leave your stuff in a box that you can pick up outside on monday."

With that you ushered him out of the house before collecting a bottle of wine from the fridge and heading back to your couch. With that you decided your best move currently was to watch the wild game. You had promised Kirill that you would watch it and you intended to keep it.

You were able to block out the feelings as you watched the boys play, enjoying their three point lead and all the smiles on the bench as they goof off.

A wild game later Kirill texted you that he was on the way back to your shared apartment. Knowing that he was on the way back made you feel a little better as you knew he would be around to help but that didn't make the tears stop falling.

When Kirill walked in 20 minutes later followed by Zuccy, Dumba and Boldy and saw you on the couch crying he immediately kicked them out. While they were going celebrate the win Kirill had decided you were more important.

Zuccy gave you an apprehensive look before ushering the two younger ones out the door. As they left you could hear quiet mumbles of "I hope they are okay" and "feel better y/n." Before you could mutter out a thank you the door softly shut behind Mats.

As the door shut Kirill made his way to the couch plopping down onto it. "Whats up dorogája?" (Sweetheart) The simple question just made the tears fall faster.

"Can I give you a hug?" He asked trying to get any words out of you to slow down your breathing and take your mind off of whatever was troubling you.

You nod slowly and Kirill moves to wrap his arms around you while slowly rubbing your back. You collapsed onto his shoulder and cried while he quietly sang songs to you in Russian. While you had very little of an idea of what he was singing it comforted you. He always knew exactly what you needed.

After you had composed yourself a little you let him know what had happened. "Jamie broke up with me today and now I'm not sure what to do," you sniffled quietly.

Kirill's eyes widened as you spoke and he immediately went into protective mode. "What can I do to help? Oh wait I have an idea." He got up and started to look for the remote to the tv running around like a goofball and getting a small chuckle out of you.

After he finally found the remote he sat down on the couch and put on Lilo and stitch. He smiled knowing it was your favorite movie, and pulled you into his side again. You smiled and curled up onto the couch as he pulled a blanket onto the two of you.

You spent the rest of the night watching Disney movies and and searching the pantry for easy snacks. Kirill had opted to put the wine bottle back in the fridge since you hadn't opened it. After you had helped him through his last breakup he knew that it would only make things worse currently.

You cried a little every once in a while but hoped Kirill didn't notice as you felt bad for burdening him with this.

You really cared about him and while you loved Jamie it wasn't the way that you felt for Kirill. He had been there for everything the last few years. Your first fight with Jamie, graduation, when you finally got your first job in your field and he had promised to be there on your wedding day. He was the one who was there when you woke up and when you fell asleep.

He was always there to listen and you tried to he there for him just as much. Every regular season game, every group outing with the boys (who almost forgot you weren't a part of the team at times), and every playoff game possible. You would drop everything to be around for him if you could. You didn't want him to leave you more than anything.

What you hadn't realized though was that Kirill was livid. Not at you but at Jamie for being able to hurt you, he knew that he would have treated you so much better and that you deserved everything you ever wanted.

He loved you.

He had always loved you and now that he had the chance he was going to fight for you.

He watched the tears slowly stop as you began to fall asleep on his shoulder, exhausted from the last few hours.

At this point Kirill looked at the time reading 12:30 am. He knew that you had work in the morning so he got up and carried you down the hallway to your bedroom, and laid you gently on your bed.

He then went out and grabbed the blanket from the couch to put on top of you so he didn't have to make you wake up to pull the covers up. After he had you all tucked in he gave you a light kiss on the forehead before whispering to no one but himself, "I love you y/n you deserve so much better."

He then wandered down the hallway to his own bedroom and got himself ready for bed before laying down and slowly falling asleep.

When you woke up snow was falling outside, checking your work group chat you saw that your job was closed for the day due to an issue with something in the shop. At first you were excited to have a day off but then you remembered the events that had taken place last night. Opting to continue to lay in bed for a while you grabbed your phone once again and turned on tiktok scrolling through your for you page.

After a little while you heard the faint noise of feet padding down the hallway towards your door. It was soon followed by gentle knock. "Y/n," Kirill whispered through the door.

"Come in," you sighed and he silently opened the door and made his way over to you.

"You're going to be late for work you should probably get up," he giggled looking at your slight bedhead knowing that he would maybe get fought if he wasn't careful.

"They closed the shop so I don't work today, so I have more time to wallow in self pity. What are your plans for the day?"

Kirill frowned at this and decided that today he was not going to let you sit inside. He quickly got up and ran out of the room with a huge smile on his face.

"I wonder whats on his mind," you muttered to yourself before deciding to go get a cup of coffee.

You got up and walked into Kirill's room thinking he might be in there. When he wasn't you decided to steal one of his hoodies and headed towards the kitchen.

Once you reached the kitchen you could hear the clattering of pans and quiet swearing as Kirill tried to make breakfast.

You smiled to yourself as you turned the corner watching Kirill whisk together pancake batter. You then walked all the way into the kitchen and started the Keurig.

"Good morning!" Kirill says cheerily and you smile in response.

"What are you making?" You ask him and he scratches his head.

"I was trying to make pancakes but the batter is all lumpy and I can't fix it." He sighs and you giggle a little bit before coming over to inspect the batter.

"You just need to add a little bit more water and you should be good." You respond taking the bowl to the sink and adding the water before whisking the batter together.

"Thank you." He says and begins heating up the stove.

You smile at his effort and finished making your coffee and making one for him as well.

Kirill kept working at the pancakes. As he finished he set two plates up for both of you. He then set the table and got plates dished up.

As you sat down at the table he began to fidget with his hands in anticipation. "Hurry we have stuff to do today!" He smiles brightly making you laugh.

"What do we have to do?" You ask and he smiles.

"I can't answer that but I have the day off to so expect some fun." You smile at his effort and finish your pancakes and coffee quickly before getting ready to go.

Kirill met you at the front door dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice t shirt. He smiled at you before dragging you out the door to his car.

He drove you to the downtown area and you walked around looking at all of the small shops. The two of you window shopped and joked around while the cars flew by around you.

As you continued on you passed a small pet shop. Kirill had been wanting a dog for a while now so you smiled at him and went inside.

You looked around the small shop for a while playing with the kittens and puppies in the open play pens. You noticed that most of the puppies were really playful but Kirill had one that was taking a nap on his lap curled up in a little ball.

You smiled at him before asking, "is that the one?"

"He's only the one if you agree to it. Im going to need help taking care of him while I'm gone and I think it would keep you busy when I'm gone," he replied.

"I think you should get him he is so adorable." You smile and Kirill looks to the owner of the shop to start the transaction.

The two of you walked around the pet shop picking out toys treats and food. He made his way over to the collars and the two of you decided on a light blue collar. As you made your way up to the register he grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly.

The two of you held hands through the rest of the pet shop falling into a comfortable silence while paying for the puppy and all of the extras. After paying you and Kirill dropped hands to grab all of the bags. "What should we name him?" Kirill asked, and you thought for a moment.

"What do you think of Winston?" You ask and he smiles at you.

"I love it."

You made your way to the car and then Kirill led you to a park to let Winston play outside for a little bit before going home. As you walked through the park with the little golden retriever he smiled and all you could think was that he looked ethereal in the sun.

He let Winston off the leash for a little bit to run around. The puppy played hard and chased Kirill around the small clearing in the park. As Kirill ran you couldn't help but laugh as he ran pretending to be terrified of the small animal chasing him.

You moved to grab your phone to take pictures of the two of them playing around in the field before being crashed into by Kirill as he was busy trying to keep the puppy from getting tangled in his legs.

The two of you landed on the ground with a thud before bursting out laughing as Winston immediately tried to grab Kirill's beanie off his head. You smiled and Kirill quickly re leashed him and you continued on your journey.

You found yourself reaching for his hand and he reciprocated gently holding it and smiling at you. As you walked you made small talk and goofed around. While you walked you couldn't help but think about the future.

Would he want the same things as you? A whole world of possibilities ahead of the two of you and you had no idea if he was interested in any of it.

As you were thinking Kirill stopped. Both you and Winston turned to look at him slightly confused.

"Y/n?" He asks "I know that this might be too early for this but, I need you with me forever. I cant bare to watch you get your heart broken again by someone who doesn't really care. I need you to be in my life and I'm more than willing to wait if you need time but I love you-"

He froze as you pressed your lips to his. It felt as though the world was stopping to wait for you. You pulled away and he moved his hands to your waist pulling you into a hug and squeezing as if he could never let you go again.

"I love you more Kirill. I couldn't imagine the future without you." He smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek.

When you finished Kirill was bright red and he had a big toothy grin plastered on.

"Can we go home and have a movie day?" You ask and he smiles and nods before latching your hands together.

"For the record I love you way more Y/n" he responds making his way to the car.

As you make your way in you stop to wonder how you got so lucky. You looked forward to the future and all you could see was a great outlook. "I don't think that's possible Kirill. I will always love you more."

[noses-in-winter]

🌼🌻?

🌻taken by surprise

🌼hitching

Ty for the ask, sorry this took a little over a week to post! Here we have: Dr. Lawrence Sheldon having an emotional episode (actually, kind of a meltdown) in front of his new found family maternal figure Em, all while having a bad cold! She loves him so much and he as an individual feels unlovable :') This is set right after his first breakup and his heart is busted. Essentially, there's a lot of emotional whump in here and also loads of h/c, and crying <3 also sneeze shame because Lor feels a LOT of embarrassment and shame regarding his own nose and sneezing. He’ll feel differently down the line, but for now he’s a wreck over it. 😊

Idk if I’ve mentioned before but Lor is def a he/him nonbinary guy who doesn’t relate to masculinity and manhood, but hasn’t realized that about himself yet. There’s a lot of things he hasn’t realized about himself! 😊

Don't reblog to non-sneeze blogs, thaaaanks

This was weird. It wasn’t bad, but it was weird. 

“Honey, how are you able to be feverish and so chilled at the same time…” Em tutted with a shake of her head, both hands cradling Lor’s cheeks as she spoke. She stood before him as he sat on the edge of the bed; This was probably the only time Lor would ever have to look up to the much shorter woman. He sniffled quietly and kept his gaze down, more than a little afraid of meeting the eyes of someone so very near him. It was ridiculous, but part of him felt like maybe nobody would be able to see how absolutely wrong he looked if they didn’t make eye contact. 

Though, his entire life thus far could prove that nobody needed to look him in the eye to realize how completely homely he was.

“I-...I don’t know. Sorry,” Lor murmured as Em curled her hand to place the back of her fingers to his cheeks. The cool sensation was wonderful on his feverish face, but Lor still felt a pulsing worry that she was going to realize how absolutely repulsive he was any minute now, especially after touching him. “You really don’t have to do anything for me…” 

“Ohh, muffin,” she said softly, fingers beginning to run through his hair. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. You just think of me as your temporary stand-in mother.” Em said this with a playful upturn of her lips, though the genuine warmth was more than evident in her voice. She noted Lor’s shivering and went to the unfolded luggage rack that had a small stack of cardigans and sweaters. “Do you have a preference for cozy clothes, sweetheart?”

“Oh, um…” Lor sniffled and shook his head. “Any is fine, but, uh...the gray one is my favorite.”

Em retrieved it and brought it back. Lor thanked her quietly as he pulled the cable knit sweater over his head. Emerging from it with disheveled hair, Lor still couldn’t look at her. His greatest fear at the moment was Em suddenly realizing how absolutely terrible he was, and deciding that even she couldn’t manage to be good to him. 

It didn’t always used to be like this. Sure, Lor had always been insecure with a poor self image, but it’s like that had all increased tenfold ever since…

Well. He couldn’t think about that relationship ending. 

Lor took a tissue from the box on the nightstand and folded it beneath his nose as it threatened to drip. Desperate to fill the silence so Em wouldn’t have to be forced to focus on Lor cleaning himself up, he said the first thing that came to mind. “I never got this sort of thing from...my mother…”

Em was quiet for a beat before taking a seat next to him on the bed. The mattress dipped slightly with her added presence, and Lor suddenly found himself sliding closer an inch. Normally he would be perturbed by anyone coming closer when he was clearly in a worse state than usual, but it was like Em always had a bubble of peace and calm and love around her. He wasn’t sure when the last time was that he had ever felt this...comforted. “Oh?” “Yeah, uh…” 

He had talked about his terrible mother to Piper some, both when they dated and when they used to be friends, but not enough to push himself past the point of ‘bitter and angry child’ and into the territory of ‘genuinely hurt and wounded child’. His brother was more of a ‘don’t hang onto the past’ kind of person. Lor was endlessly frustrated with this approach. Maybe it was because his past was so full of bruises that kept being pressed and pressed and pressed enough to keep them from healing even slightly. His brother had always been handsome and sociable and funny and athletic. His brother never had to worry about anyone hurting him.

Especially not the way that Piper had hurt Lor. 

God. The pain in his chest was a searing knife. When was this going to be over? When was he going to be able to think about her without feeling like he was dying? 

Em reached to squeeze his shoulder. Lor startled and looked at her with wide eyes before promptly sniffling, lower lip wobbling as he fought to keep tears back. He had spent years learning to steel himself against crying in the face of being mercilessly bullied, but he had never had to do it in response to someone...being good to him. It just plainly didn’t happen.

“I miss her so much,” he said through tight wheezes, visions of Piper’s face flooding his mind. He fumbled for his inhaler, popping the cap and taking two deep puffs of the medication. Lor squeezed his eyes shut, forcing hot tears to stream down his cheeks. He was feverish and cold and alone in the world, and his tear ducts knew this all too well. 

“Oh, you poor baby…” Em cooed, reaching to hold his face again. Lor finally, finally met her eyes. Her expression was one of ginger, permeating warmth that touched every bit of his aching heart. Why was she being so nice? Why did she care about him? How could she care about him? All these questions swam through his mind, but he couldn’t bring himself to move away. Lor closed his eyes again and trembled. “When did she pass?”

“...What?” Lor asked with a sniffle.

Em’s eyebrows were drawn upward in sympathy. She reached for two tissues and began to dry the tears running down his cheeks. “Your mother, honey. How long ago did she die?”

Oh. She thought he was missing his mother. Lor would have let an embittered laugh tumble out of him were his nose not scrunching with a noisy sniffle. He didn’t often get a warning when a tickle was brewing enough to turn into something concerning; Part of his chronic rhinitis keeping him congested a solid chunk of the time also came with a dulled sense of being able to predict when he had to sneeze. Thus, he usually wound up just barely managing to either A) twist away from what he was doing, B) cover, or C) both, when he got extremely lucky. This response was usually activated in kind in public, blessedly, though when he was relaxed or distracted, it wasn’t quite as diligent. His laptop could definitely attest to that. 

Luckily, Lor never really managed to be relaxed around much of anyone, which is what made this moment with Em so...challenging. He was now being given the briefest warning as his nose ran further, and--God, a running nose always--made him--

He fumbled to snatch the tear-stained tissues from Em, yanking them over his nose just as a hitch wheezed out of him. The softness of the mattress compressed beneath Lor with two sibilating sneezes that took him by surprise, hunching his shoulders. “Hh-! Hahh--Hhzz’zhuh! HehhzzHUE!”

The set of sneezes left him thoroughly winded. This wasn’t exactly a difficult feat to accomplish, but the asthmatic astronomer still found himself woozy in the aftermath. Lor tried to sniffle and was unsuccessful. Lungs rattling with a weak exhale, he reached to fumble for the inhaler on the bedside table again. Lor finally opened his eyes and was only able to see through one lens of his glasses; the other was slightly too low after the temple had been jostled off his ear.

“B-..Bless you, pumpkin.” 

He was holding the folded tissues to his nose, and Em’s soft fingers along with it. She seemed startled, but instantaneously started to soothe him before Lor could even force his brain to work long enough to react to his hideous situation.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s alright,” Em cooed softly, easing her hand away as Lor stared at her with wide eyes. “Don’t worry--”

It was like her gentle voice was the button to jumpstart his horrified reaction. Lor scrambled back from her, headboard sounding off a loud thunk! in response to his head knocking against it. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry, I’m disgusting.”

Em shook her head as she slowly reached for him. “Darling, you’re not. I mean it. You’re feeling miserable. You just lost a relationship that was important to you, you’re missing your mother…You’re not disgusting. You’re tired and under the weather. And I’m going to get you taken care of, alright?”

It wasn’t the whole accidentally sneezing in a tissue held by his host thing that made Lor snap. He could have recovered from that with her gentle urging, even if the incident would haunt him before he fell asleep for the rest of his life. It was the soft, gentle promise to take care of him that sent him over an edge that he hadn’t been aware was coming up so fast. It was the straw on the proverbial camel’s back. 

There was no possible way for her to look at what an unlovable human being he was and still want to treat him like this. 

“Let me check your temp, lovebug--”

Lor’s fingers clenched into fists and unclenched rapidly as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Stop being nice to me!” he begged. “Stop--Stop calling me pet names and stop touching me and stop acting like you like me!” 

He couldn’t look at her. Every breath was coming in short, raspy pants that he couldn’t even begin to control. His arms shook as he let out an overwhelmed whimper, thrusting the palms of his hands over his eyes. Lor’s fingers pressed against his forehead and temples, turning the tan skin there to an irritated red. His brain was on fire as he curled in tight to himself with the meltdown--

The pause button was pressed immediately as Em held his cheeks again. Peace flooded his brain like fresh water being poured into oil. It was only then that Lor realized that this had to be magic in her touch; There was no other possible way for an episode to come grinding to a halt. He had spent his whole life trying. His mother had spent his whole life trying, though her harsh methods certainly wound up doing far more harm to him than good. 

This was unlike any calm he had ever felt, even as he continued to wheeze. 

“Use your inhaler, Lory, sweetheart,” Em whispered. “I promise I won’t touch you again after this. I just had to help you fir--” “No, no, I…” Lor sniffled and took two more puffs of his inhaler. The healing medicine helped him breathe again almost instantly, though he was still sounding worse for wear. Another weak whimper completely deflated his body as he leaned into Em’s cool touch. “It’s okay. I-I’m okay with it. It’s nice. I just…"

His nostrils both flared at once. Lor brought the tissues to his face, breath snagging with hitch after hitch as a sharp tickle raged through his sinuses. After several false starts, a low whine rumbled in his throat as he tried to urge the irritation along. “Hnngg…hh! S-Sorry…”

“Shh,” Em said with a shake of her head, rubbing Lor’s opposite arm as his head fell to her shoulder. “You take your time.”

His jaw hung slack with the mind-numbing tingling coursing through his nose. After several long beats of sneezy weightlessness, he was finally able to buckle into his tissues with a sneeze that shook he and Em both as he remained with his head on her shoulder. His nimble knees jerked toward his chest with the release. “HzzZZEUH! Woah…” Lor blushed, sniffling heavily as he mopped up the underside of his nose. “Sorry, th-that was—sdff! Big…”

Em immediately laughed with all the love in the world in her voice. Lor would normally bristle over someone laughing at anything related to his nose, but it was evident that Em was laughing fondly. She raised one hand and dried a sneezy tear from Lor's cheek before pecking his temple. "My goodness. Bless you, sweet thing. That cold’s just got you by the nose and isn’t letting go, mm?” She gave Lor’s arm a slow rub. “Now. What were you saying, love?”

Lor sniffled, lowering the tissues from his face. He leaned into Em’s hold, feeling perfectly enveloped by her warmth and love. “I, um…” He squeezed his eyes shut, chin wobbling as he spoke. “I…I don’t mind being touched by you. It’s comforting, and—and I’ve never had anything like this before. But I feel like I…I don’t deserve it.”

“You feel unlovable,” Em said quietly, thumbing the tears from his cheeks again. “You feel like nobody could ever think that the person you are is worth looking past your appearance. Which, by the way, is darling. I think you’re just as cute as a button, and I’m sure your mother thought you were handsome, too.”

Lor tried to laugh, but all that came out was a sound that seemed to be a mix of a sigh and a sob. “She’s not dead,” he murmured. “I wish. She never…” Fresh tears were streaming down his cheeks every moment. “She never loved me, I don’t think. Never acted like she did, anyway. And, and you being nice is so...weird...because nobody has ever looked at me and thought I was-....w-worth being taken care of…” He sobbed again. “And I try to make myself think that I don’t need anyone to ever love me, but….”

She was patient and quiet as he struggled to get ahold of himself. Lor was sure his teary, dripping face had to be the worst thing she could possibly be seeing, but everything in him was just so...soothed by her energy. 

“But this is really nice…” Lor hiccuped weakly. “And it’s painful, because nobody is ever going to love me enough to--”

“I will.” Em took Lor by the chin and gently raised his face. She looked into his eyes with purpose. “Alright? I don’t care what your horrible mother thinks. I feel everything good inside of you, and that is worth loving. You’ve been hurt, and damaged, and that clouds the way you view the world, but you still aren’t bad. You are a wonderful young man.”

He felt horrible for flinching. Everything she was saying was so special, and unlike anything he had ever heard, but…“Um-...” Lor sniffled and rubbed a tired wrist back and forth beneath his nose. “Maybe, um… Maybe I don’t like being called a-...uh, a-a man…”

Em processed this information for a beat before nodding. Her hands slowly moved back from his face as he began to recover. “Of course. Well, you are a wonderful Lawrence. And I want you to stay here. Alright?” She gave him a small smile, eyes filled with more emotions than he knew were possible to have at once. “I think you’ve spent too long living on your own.”

He blinked slowly through teary eyes. Lor was exhausted and emotional, and the thought of being in a place where he could get warmth like this without even having to ask for it was....too good to be true, right? But, God, still so, so good. 

“...O-Okay,” he said quietly, sniffling as his nose threatened to run again. “...Thank you. Let’s--um, just let me know what rent and utilities and--hih!--hhh--!" Damn all this fucking hitching! His breath snagged for another several seconds before the tickle backed off. Lor let out a shivery breath. "And...And how much all that is..." he murmured exhaustedly.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Em gave his hand a small squeeze before beginning to stand up. Lor was hardly aware of the way she gently urged him down as she spoke, reaching to remove his glasses. “You just think about getting better, my dear. Everything else can wait.”

Lor’s head eased into the pillow. He closed his eyes immediately and felt a heavy weight on them. Em’s next few words barely made sense as sleep so thoroughly consumed him. The last thing he was aware of was the way her fingers remained laced with his, unrelentingly loving. 

With that, Lor promptly slipped into the deepest sleep of his life.

[smol-bean-boi13]

OKAY I HAD THIS CRAZY 5 MIN DREAM LAST NIGHT ABT ECHO RAPH AND A BABY. CRAZY RIGHT? WANNA KNOWS WHATS EVEN CRAZIER? I WROTE A WHOLE ASS 19 PAGE STORY ABT IT FOR A DAY. I HAVE GONE PLACES.

Anyways here's the story lol. (It's is super long I am not joking) (super unrendered and angsty so read at your own risk)

Raph comes rushing into the lair one night, beaten and out of breath. Holding something making a lot of noise. Of course this wakes everyone up.

"Raph- What the hell-?!" a very drowsy Leo groans.

"Raph. What happened." Deadpans Donnie, straight to the point, as always. Mikey gasps when he sees the scrapes on his brothers body.

"Guys, guys! Give Raph some space! Jeez!" The turtle in question exclaims.

"Red? Is that... a baby?" splinter asks with a surprised look on his face.

Everyone in the room goes silent.

Except for Raph, he still breathing hard, but not dying so it's fine.

Raph lifts part of the dirty blanket holding the baby.

Everyone has their own reaction.

Leo's wasn't the best one.

"Raph!! Why the hell would you bring a baby to the sewers?!?" Leo whisper-yells.

Raph's face turns sullen as he looks a the now sleeping baby in his arms.

"His mother was killed." He says as his brow furrows in sadness.

"Oh no..." Mikey whispers.

"She was on the way home, and some muggers tried to take her purse. Obviously she fought back. But It was already too late when I heard the gunshot." Raph continued.

"What the muggers didn't realize was that she was holding a baby and not a purse. I was... I was so angry!"

A pause.

"I beat them up. Then I took the baby and ran here." Raph finishes.

Everyones face has changed into one of horror and sadness.

Raph sniffles, "I... I didn't know what to do..."

Splinter is the one who speaks up first, "My son..." he holds his arms out and closes the distance between them.

Raph's lip quivers as he kneels down to be hugged by his father.

His brothers join the hug, Raph sobs quietly.

...

Echo creeps into the lair, just to check up on her family. And Raph, especially Raph.

She closes her hand around Raph's, and silently notices the bandages scattered on his body. She breaths in his familiar scent, and looks worriedly at his puffy eyes.

What happened to you? She thinks to herself.

Then they hear the faint sound of crying.

Raph starts to stir, but echo calms him back down, "shh, shh, it's okay baby. I've got it, go back to sleep."

He obliges and goes back to sleep.

Echo finds the source of the noise very quickly. And gasps when they realizes what it is.

"A baby..." they whisper.

She carefully picks up the crying child and brings it closer to her chest.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay. I'm here." She hums as she gazes into its soft green eyes.

The baby calms down a little, and Echo realizes it might be hungry. So she makes her way over to the kitchen to find some formula.

She soon returns to the crib she found the baby at, and thinking to herself wow that was easy, must've been a plot convenient time skip.

She shifted their weight from foot to foot in a swaying motion as the baby drank the formula. She gazed at its eyes once more, as their eyelids drooped closed.

"What are you doing."

Echo jumped at the accusation. She turned to look at Donnie.

"Oh Donnie, it's you" she said with a sigh of relief

"You didn't answer my question."

"Oh. right, right, right, sorry" Echo waves her open hand In a 'whoops my mistake' kind of gesture, "I just wanted to check on you guys"

"And Raph?"

"yeah, and Raph." Echo blushes.

The two of them stood in silence, the third was still drinking from their bottle.

"What happened?" Echo asks after a long enough minute.

Donnie looks away from echo for a moment then answerers her question.

"I'll let Raph explain it to you."

Echo turns around and looks at their bandaged and bruised boyfriend, staring back at her with an slightly open mouth.

They both stay like that, staring, each having their own reaction to the sight of one another.

Raph is the one to speak up first, "you look beautiful."

"And thats my cue to leave" Donnie turns on his heel and quicky heads back towards his lab.

Echo exhales through their nose and rolls her eyes. This gets a chuckle out of Raph.

"So, about the baby," Raph starts.

"Ohh yes about the baby, you better start explaining yourself mister Red Angel of Preventing Harm." Echo says sarcastically.

Raph brings the hastily made crib over to the couch so both turtles can watch the child but still talk. Echo lays the now sleeping baby down in the crib.

Once Raph and Echo sit down, Echo's expectant eyes stare deeply into Raph's waiting for an explanation.

"So I was on patrol-" Raph starts.

Jokes aside, Raph thoroughly explained the baby's story, and by the end of it Echo was being held by their partner as she stared at the baby with a newly found sorrow.

"That's what happened?" Echo croaked softly.

"Yeah..." Raph was involuntarily rubbing Echo's shoulder as a way of comforting both echo and himself.

Raph stayed silent as Echo was processing the new information he gave her.

"Are you guys keeping her?" Echo asked softly.

Raph's throat made a rumbling sound, "No, Donnie says she wouldn't be safe if she stayed with us."

Echo pressed closer to Raph's body, and squeezed his bicep has she turned her head away from the crib.

"I know, I know, baby" Raph solemnly soothes.

"I... why..." Echo didn't have the right words to express how she felt, so all she could do was cry into her boyfriend's bandaged bicep.

Raph pulls her closer to his body, so no one would see her weakness sadness.

...

They don't know how long they've been up talking untill Mikey walks into the room.

"Oh, you guys are up early" Mikey says, surprised.

Raph whips his head around to look at his younger brother, "it's morning already?!?" He exclaimes.

Echo and Raph were previously watching the baby and letting her explore Echo's various scars and markings. Enjoying the little baby noises she makes sometimes.

The baby squeals, mimicking Raph's outburst.

"And you too!" Mikey coos, walking over to the couch to play with the baby's fingers.

Mikey looks back at the two older turtles and asks, "long night?"

"Didn't feel like it" Echo replies with a weak shrug.

Mikey does a double take as his eyes land on the dark circles surrounding his siblings eyes.

"Uh huh, and I have three arms" Mikey says sarcastically.

Raph snorts.

"But seriously, you guys need sleep." He deadpans.

"Ok ok we will, Mr. Wakes up at ungodly hours of the morning" Raph shoots back.

Mikey sticks out his tounge and picks up the baby and walks away.

Echo tilts their head back and stares drowsily at Raph's eyes. Raph looks down to stare at hers in turn.

"Yeah we do need sleep." Echo chuckles and starts to get up when Raph stops them.

"Ah ah ah, you need more sleep than I do. Please, allow me, my queen." Raph humbles.

Echo giggles, "Pip pip good knight"

They both giggle at their sleepy roleplay. Mikey smiles and rolls his eyes in the other room.

Raph carries his larger partner to his room and jokingly drops her on his bed. Echo exclaimes joyfully as her boyfriend playfully growls and crawls into bed.

"What a terrible knight! 0 out of 5 stars" Echo exclaims in a posh accent.

"Well, perhaps my lady needed a different kind of service" Raph replies in a similar accent.

"And what kind of service is that?" Echo questions.

"The best kind" Raph smiles and churrs into her plastron.

Echo churrs back in response, sleep overtaking her eyelids.

"Mmmmh yes, the best kind..." Echo trails off.

They both fall asleep in each other's arms. cheesy, yes I know, but it's cute and I like it so there.

*The end*

Oh you made it to the end? Good for you buddy, I'm sorry that you had to go through that. (Lol thanks fr sticking w/ it)

[artisticbirb]

It's just a game, right? PT 3

Warnings: Cheating, tension. Not silent cry playing while I write the drama- pt two pt four

You hoped he wouldn't actually do anything, since the rule had been made that if someone who was taken was paired with someone else they just had to stand in the closet, and didn't have to actually do anything. When the timer went off and the two came back out, you noticed right away the girl seemed a bit nervous somehow and your stomach dropped as you slowly realized you'd just been cheated on, not only that but practically right in front of your eyes. The last straw before you nearly broke down in front of everyone was seeing a red spot appearing on the girls collarbone, and you stared at it distracted. You turned to your boyfriend and asked quietly, "So what did you two do in there?" feeling anger and hurt continuing to bubble up, your voice nearly breaking as you asked the question. "Not much, besides, it's just a game" He answered flatly with a slight roll of his eyes. After that you just stared at your hands for what felt like hours, until someone got your attention. "Y/n. Y/n.. Hey Y/n!" Felix called at you, snapping you out of your trance. You looked up at him, then at the ground in front you, suddenly in shock. The bottle was pointing right at you. And Felix was the one right across from you. As he stood up and extended his hand towards you, you couldn't help but stare for a few long seconds before slowly and cautiously reaching for his hand and standing up with him. "You better not touch her" your boyfriend warned, but Felix didn't even bother to look at him as he led you towards the closet. As soon as he closed the door, you couldn't hold back your emotions and started sniffling, trying not to break down fully. As soon as Felix saw the tears starting to fall he grabbed your face, wiping them away, and saying "Hey hey it's okay, don't cry" as he pulls you into a hug. You take deep breaths, trying to calm down, but once that happens you suddenly realize how close you are, pressed against his chest and you pull away, flustered and panicking. He gently reaches for both your hands, holding them in silence as he watches you, a few tears still escaping. He pulls you back into the hug, slowly and gently so you don't panic again and you stay that way for a minute or two, and then a hand slides down your side with feather light touch, stopping to rest on your hip, the other moving up to cup your face as he uses his thumb to wipe away the tears. Too afraid to make eye contact, you end up unintentionally staring at his lips, for longer than you'd like to admit. Suddenly he bit his lower lip, the tip of his tongue gliding over it quickly as he wet his lips, your mouth dropping open in shock as you quickly looked up to his eyes. He stared into your eyes for a good 30 seconds, neither of you moving, before his gaze drops to your lips. His hand on your cheek cautiously moves down to your jawline, as he slowly moves in closer, gaze switching to your eyes, asking silent permission. Your gaze drops quickly to his lips, shooting back up to his eyes as he stops with your noses touching, his head slightly tilted. He pauses for a few seconds, giving you the chance to change your mind if you want, to move away and leave, but instead you take a deep breath, letting your eyes flutter shut. (VERY SORRY FOR THE CLIFF HANGER BUT TUMBLR BEING DUMB- Have fun in the next part hehe)

[peaceful-mokeyfraggle]

New Excerpt from "A Wish to Be a Fraggle" Part One

*I havent posted any stories on here in a very long time. Here is a new excerpt from "A wish to Be a Fraggle".*

Mokey reached out and hugged me tightly. I could tell that she was crying too. "Oh, Kayeleigh…" She sniffled. "You will never lose me. We may be from completely different worlds, but we will always be friends. I promise." I smiled softly, hugging her in return. I tell you, Mokey gives out the best hugs. We stayed like that for quite a long time before pulling apart. As usual, I felt a little better just having spoken to someone about this. And since I revealed my secret to Mokey, I knew I could trust her. She'd kept her word and was willing to help me however she could. I really couldn't ask for a better friend.

Now I just had to figure out how to tell the others. "So… how do you want to break it to the others? Do they already know you are human?" I looked away from her. I didn't want them to get mad or upset. And when I tell them…well, it wouldn't be good. The rest of the evening I lay in bed, thinking. How am I supposed to tell the other Fraggles? What if they reject me? Or worse yet, call me stupid? These thoughts plagued my mind, nearly driving me into madness. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of nothing but loneliness and fear. In my dream, I confessed to every Fraggle in the rock that I was a human. They all banished me and would never speak to me ever again. I woke up in a pool of sweat. It was still dark outside. I looked over to Mokey and saw that she had fallen asleep too. I sighed as quietly as possible and slipped out of bed. Maybe telling the others wasn't such a great idea. Maybe this was all just a mistake. But if I didn't tell anyone, I would surely die of heartbreak.

My eyes filled with tears and I began to cry. Red woke up to the sound of my sobs. "Kaye? What's the matter?" She inquired as she got out of her hammock to comfort me. "It's nothing. I'll go to sleep now." I wiped my face as I lied down under my covers. "But Kaye…is everything okay?" I shook my head no and pulled my blankets tight around me. "Please go back to your hammock. Don't worry about me." After lying there for a few minutes, I opened my eyes to find her still sitting next to me. Tears were still streaming down my cheeks, and I didn't bother wiping them away. "Are you sure? You seem to be upset. Please, let me help you, Kaye." My lower lip quivered. "I need to tell you that I'm not a Fraggle. I'm actually a silly creature." She gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. "A what?!" She exclaimed, staring at me in shock. I closed my eyes, feeling like screaming or throwing up or maybe even punching something. After a few moments of silence, I peeked open an eye and said, "I'm sorry…I shouldn't have told you." She put her arm on my shoulder and rubbed my back. "Don't be sorry. I'm proud of you for telling me. Why did you hide it for so long though? I shook my head. "I was so afraid you guys would hate me and banish me. I already told Mokey and she was happy that I told her. That doesn't change the fact that the others might be angry." She frowned. "Why would any of the others be mad at you?" I rolled over onto my side and faced away from her. "Because they might think that I'm just a monster, trying to take advantage of their kindness!" I buried my face in my pillow. "No, Kaye! They wouldn't think that of you. I am so proud that you've come to trust us enough to share your secret with us." I raised my head from the pillow and gave Red a soft smile. "Thank you. It means a lot to me that you care so much."

[butlervol6]

positive | dad(to be) austin x reader

previous part here!!

pairing: austin x fem!reader

summary: trying for a baby isn’t always easy, especially when you keep getting negative tests. austin and reader remind themselves, and each other, to keep positive over the course of the first few months of trying. 

warnings/notes: negative pregancy tests, mild sadness/crying, mentions of periods, very mildly suggestive at one point, and tw for v*mitting!! im finally back!!! i missed you all so much, my life has actually been insane the last few months and it seems like im finally catching a break so i can write again. im so so thankful for all the love and support on my writing so far and im so excited to finally get this part out for yall! ENJOY PT 3!!!!

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You knew when you started trying to get pregnant that it could be a long process. As someone who could be easily disappointed you knew it was important to prepare yourself and, before you got the first negative test, you thought that you had adequately done so. 

month 1-September 2021

It was the day before your period was due to start at the beginning of November, the first time taking a test after you and Austin had begun trying to get pregnant. Austin was sitting on the couch downstairs, strumming absentmindedly on his guitar while an old movie played on the tv, when you quietly closed and locked the ensuite bathroom door. You had just come back from brunch with a couple friends, also stopping on the way home to pick up a box of pregnancy tests, and told Austin you were just ‘running upstairs to change’ so he wouldn’t suspect anything. Before taking the test, you closed your eyes and internally reminded yourself not to get your hopes up, though you could still feel the buzz of excited anticipation. After taking the test, setting it on the counter and washing your hands, you allowed your mind to wander. You imagined how excited Austin would be when you showed him the test and how you would reveal to the world that you were going to be parents. You turned to the side to gaze at your stomach in the mirror, imagining a bump containing your tiny growing baby. 

When the timer finally beeped, you were quick to pick up the test, expecting to be faced with two bold red lines. When there was only one, you immediately felt the disappointment set it. You tried turning the test side to side, using your phone flashlight—anything to try and identify the missing line. After a couple of minutes,  it was clear that the test was negative and your sadness hit like a freight train. 

Tears freely flowed down your face and you knew that the only way to feel better would be to talk about it with Austin. For this reason, you decided to just head downstairs and find comfort in your blissfully unaware husband, still strumming on his guitar. 

“Baby, come ‘ere. What’s wrong?” He quickly placed his guitar to the side and opened his arms, which you immediately fell into.

“I wanted to surprise you because I thought it would be positive but it wasn’t.” You sniffle with your head tucked into his neck, pulling the test from your pocket and holding it out to him. He takes it, glancing at it and quickly setting it aside, pulling you even closer. His arms were warm and tight around your frame, “I’m just disappointed.”

He maneuvers your head from his neck, brushing your hair out of your face and kissing both your cheeks, “It’s okay to be disappointed, I’m sorry I wasn’t with you when you took it. Just try to remember that this is just the first test baby.” You nod at him, wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks, 

“I know, I know. I just really thought I was so it took me off guard.” You blow out a breath before continuing, “It’s just not the right time, when it is then it’ll happen.” Austin smiles lovingly at you, tilting your face up to place a gentle kiss on your lips,

“Exactly. We just need to keep positive in the meantime.” You smile back at him, his encouraging words making you feel better. “Plus, this just means we get to keep trying. Don’t you love trying? I know I do.” He squeezes your hip and leans in to leave sloppy kisses along the skin of your neck and chest. You giggle, threading your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck to pull him harder against you. You feel his lips pull into a smile momentarily against your skin before continuing to mark you,

All you can manage before you pull him up and crash your lips against his is, “Well, that, mister, is a great point.”

month 3- December 2021

It was a few days before Christmas and you were, understandably, stressed. Last minute shopping, baking, wrapping and packing for visiting Austin’s family over the holidays filled your days. It was as you were putting the last tray of gingerbread cookies in the oven that Austin entered the kitchen, your phone in his hand and his hair still wet from his shower,

“Here darlin’,” He hands you the phone, fluidly reaching around you to press start on the oven timer for the cookies and kiss the side of your head, “It was vibrating on the bathroom counter, figured it was important.”

You took the phone, thanking your husband, and tapped the screen to check your notifications. There was a text from Austin’s sister confirming holiday plans, a couple of emails you noted to go delete later and a message from your period tracker app. Since trying to get pregnant you had been using the tracker more than ever, for figuring out when you are ovulating and also when to test. After the last two months of negatives you had neglected to check your app as much, meaning that you didn’t really know where in your cycle you were. 

You unlocked your phone, opening the app to check the notification, and were met with a pop-up stating that you were three days late–a notification you had set up when you and Austin decided to start trying but had never recieved in the months previous. You were momentarily taken off guard, reaching back to grip the counter top you were leaning against. Austin, still in the kitchen, glanced over at you,

“What’s goin’ on?” He stood from his seat at the kitchen island, coming to stand next to you and peers at your phone, “Oh–does that mean…?” You look up, meeting his eyes. You can tell there is an excitement in them so you choose your words carefully, 

“I–uh, I’m not really sure. I mean I’ve been late before and not been pregnant…and I have been stressed with everything going on so it could just be that.” He listens intently to your words, his thumb and finger pinching and prodding at his bottom lip anxiously,  “But, I could test just so we know for sure?” His eye light up at your suggestion, nodding enthusiastically. You softly smile at him, “Alright, but I need to finish baking and I really should finish packing and we also have a few more gifts to wra–” Austin grasps your face between his hands, 

“Baby, it’s okay. We can do it whenever you’re ready.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips, pulling back and smiling at you before busying himself with cleaning up your baking mess. You can’t help at smile to yourself, taken with just how kind and caring your husband always is. 

                                                             …

After hours of doing the many tasks that needed completing, you finally had a free moment to take the pregnancy test with Austin. He leaned against the counter, reading from the large instructional booklet in his hands from the pregnancy test box–as if you hadn’t taken many before– when you entered the ensuite bathroom. Without looking up, he held out the unwrapped test to you. You took it from him, ripping the package open and threw it in the trash. Austin still hadn’t looked up, fully engrossed in his reading,

“Love, you do know there isn’t going to be a quiz? You don’t need to memorize everything on that paper.” He looked up at this comment and regarded you with faux annoyance,

“Ha Ha, you think you’re so funny hm?” You nodded at him, a smug smile on your face, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile. As much as you were teasing him about it, you found it endearing that he was so interested. “Alright, now go pee.” He gestured toward the test in your hand. It was your turn to laugh at him and his bold declaration, making your way to the toilet while he went back to his reading,

“Okay okay, I’m going you impatient man.” You pulled down your leggings, sitting down and uncapping the test, watching as Austin went right back to the place he had left off in the booklet. You shook your head at him and began to reach the test between your legs when you caught sight of a familiar red stain. You had felt pain in your back for a couple of hours but assumed it was because you had been on your feet all day doing chores, not because you had–finally– started your period. You thought you would be disappointed but instead you felt a laugh bubble up and out before you could stop it, “Um…Aus?”

“What baby?” He looked over at you, immediately noticing the crimson against the light pink fabric of your underwear. Surprisingly, he too chuckled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest, “That’s just our luck isn’t it?” He reached under the sink, grabbing you a tampon and an extra pair of underwear from the stash you kept with your period supplies to hand to you. You were momentarily surprised that he wasn’t at all disappointed and couldn’t help but vocalize that,

“You’re not upset?” You began cleaning yourself up, still sat on the toilet and, if it had been anyone else, you would’ve felt strange having such casual conversation while you were doing so. But not with Austin, who replied just as casually,

“Well, I mean maybe a little. But, like I said the first time, it’s just not the time yet. It will be soon enough, and until then I’m gonna keep positive for you and us.” He punctuated his sentence with a kiss before he began to back out of the room with the promise of snacks, a movie and cuddles downstairs once you were cleaned up.

month 5- Februray 2022

By the fifth month, you and Austin had managed to completely eliminated the pressure, and therefore the possibility of disappointment, off of trying to get pregnant. You had both fully come to terms with the idea that your timeline being altered wouldn’t really matter in the long run, either way you would eventually have a child and the time it took to get there would never cross your minds again. Because of this, you decided the month prior that you would stop testing before your period was due to begin as it created more upset than it was worth. If you ended up not being pregnant that month then the arrival of your period would alert you, not a negative test. 

Today was the last day before your period was supposed to arrive for the month and it was the least stressed you had felt since September. Instead of worrying all day about the impending test you would have to take, you were able to bask in the excitement of the first Elvis trailer dropping with your husband. There were phone calls and FaceTimes with Baz, cast and crew, who Austin had become close to during the process, celebrating the positive reception and palpable excitement from the public. This led into days of preliminary, general conversations with managers and agents around press tours and public appearances for the following months. You were so engrossed in it all, excitement buzzing through you as you sat in zoom and phone meetings hand-in-hand with Austin. You, and he, had been so caught up in it all the excitement that a week and a half slipped away without so much as a second thought from either of you. This was until you were making dinner one night and suddenly felt sick to your stomach.

At first you just made your way over to the fridge and got yourself a glass of water, thinking you had just been too busy that day and neglected to keep yourself properly hydrated–a somewhat common occurrence you had been actively trying to work on changing. You swallowed one mouthfull of the cold water and immediately felt your stomach turn, slapping a hand over your mouth and running to the first floor bathroom. Barely making it inside, you double over and empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Austin, having heard the commotion, enters the bathroom,

“Oh my poor girl.” He gently pulls your hair away from your face and rubs a hand along your back. After a few minutes of retching, the nausea passes and you sit down. You lean back against Austin’s legs as he stands behind you, closing your eyes. You hear the sink turn on and off before feeling a cool cloth touch the heated skin of first, your forehead, and then arms, “Think it’s passed now or do you still feel sick?” You open your eyes and look up at him, his pretty blue eyes meeting yours,

“I think I’m done for now. Can you help me stand up?.” He places the cloth he was dragging along your skin down before gently lifting you up. You lean heavily on him, skin still feeling slightly heated and prickily as the last of the nausea still lingers, and he carefully manuvers you to stand in front of the sink. You reach for your toothbrush, about to put it in your mouth but stopping to ask, “Can you get my mug from under the sink so I can rince my mouth? I don’t think I can bend over.” He nods, leaving a hand on your waist as he squats down and opens the undersink cabinet. You brush your teeth quickly, just to get the taste out of your mouth, spitting out the toothpaste when you finish. He finds your mug, placing it on the counter and is about to stand up when when you feel him freeze,

“Baby?” He stands up abruptly, bumping you slightly, causing you to wince from the movement of your body and your weak stomach, “Oh my god, how late are you?” He holds up the box of tampons you had stashed under the sick after purchasing them a couple weeks ago in preparation for your period–the period that was supposed to start over a week ago. You stare at him dumbfounded for a moment, wiping the reminisce of toothpaste from your mouth with the back of your hand and quickly doing the math, before you ask him,

“Do we have any tests left?” He exits the bathroom without responding, heading upstairs to look for the box of tests in your bedroom. Left on your own, you look at yourself in the mirror, searching for any early indicator that you might actually be pregnant. You study your face and your frame, even lifting up your shirt and turning to side just like you did the first month, but, obviously, nothing looks different. 

Austin reenters the room moments later, pregnancy test box in hand and everything happens so fast. The time it takes for you to take the two remaining tests, place them on the sink and set the three minute timer feels like it passes in the blink of an eye. The anxiety is thick in the air as Austin wraps himself around your from behind, rocking the two of you softly side to side with his arms tight around you and his head tucked into your neck, waiting for your three minute timer to beep. You hold tightly onto his arm that’s slung across your chest, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. 

After the longest, most silent, three minutes of your life, your phone loudly signals the time is up and you jump. You feel Austin blow out a breath against you before lifting his head and looking at you through the mirror on the wall in front of you,

“Do you want to look or should I?” You turn around in his arms, carding a hand through his hair for a moment, studying his face, before kissing him softly. When you pull away you don’t answer his question right away, instead you say,

“Positive, right? We just need to keep being positive and everything will be okay, right?” Tears prick the corners of your eyes, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and needing reassurance. You can see his eyes get glassy before he pulls you into a crushing hug, pressing his lips to your forehead over and over. He murmurs against your skin, 

“Yeah my love, everything will be perfect no matter what it says.” You kiss him again before pulling back, wiping your eyes and turning around to the sink where the tests lay. He reaches toward one test while leading your hand to the other, “Together?” You nod, pulling his free arm across your chest again as a comfort. Austin begins to count down from three and you repeat that word in your head like a mauntra,

“3.” Positive. “2.” Positive. “1.” 

You both look down and flip the tests in your hands. Your hand instantly flies to your mouth, dropping the test back onto the counter, as you begin to cry,

“Oh my god, it’s positive!”

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Good enough | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Request: could you maybe do some lizzie fluff? just comforting r after a bad day. she might come home to r being all quiet & distant but says their fine when asked. r takes themself to bed whilst lizzie is doing something but when she comes up she finds r just crying quietly in the dark?

Warnings: hurt/comfort, not feeling good enough.

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You’ve been feeling off lately, not quite being able to pinpoint what’s wrong. Which was rather frustrating, which of course wasn’t helping you to feel better. Today had been especially hard. Overthinking had gotten the best of you. Now the thoughts of not being good enough for Lizzie filled your mind. Why would such an amazing person like a person like you, someone who doesn’t even know who they are sometimes? Your life with her was great, yet you were feeling off, Lizzie didn’t deserve that.

When Lizzie came home and asked you how your day went, you told her it was fine and that you didn’t really do much. The last part was true, but you also knew it was something to say so that Elizabeth wouldn’t ask you about the way you spend your time. Because you really didn’t feel like telling her you’ve been doubting if you’re good enough for her.

You continue watching the movie, or rather just the TV screen without comprehending anything that’s happening on the screen. While Lizzie get’s her laptop and sits down at the kitchen table to go through some emails.

“Hey Liz, I’m really tired. So, I’m calling it an early night.” You say while getting up. “Alright, love. Goodnight, I’ll come join you when I’m done.” She replies with her head still in her laptop, typing away a response to someone else.

In your shared bedroom you lay down on the bed, not even caring enough to change into your pajama’s. You lay there staring at the ceiling until the emotions of the day finally catch up with you and they come crashing down. Tears are streaming down your face as you curl up on the bed, your arms wrapped around your own legs that you have pulled up to your chest.

You stay like that for what feels like hours, your mind running over all the reason you’re not good enough for Elizabeth. When in face Lizzie walks into the room about thirty minutes after you went there. She hears sniffling sound and is immediately worried.

She rushes to your side and moves a soothing hand up and down your back. “Oh love, what’s wrong?” You’re too emotional to speak, so you just keep laying there curled up without saying a word. Lizzie keeps moving her hand up and down your back in an attempt to calm you down, while patiently but worriedly waiting to know what’s hurting you.

“You deserve better than me.” Is all you manage to get out before another wave of tears comes flowing down your face. “Oh baby, that’s not true.” Lizzie says while she moves to lay down with you. “You are all I want and all I need, my love.” The two of you are laying face to face on the bed together. Your mind won’t let you just believe what Lizzie said that easily and Lizzie knew that of course. So, she continues to reassure you.

“You mean the world to me and I am so happy we met all those years ago and got to where we are now. I treasure every moment we get to spend together and I love you so very much. I love you and am with you for all and everything that you are by just being yourself. You are the love of my life and I will love you forever and always and I will make sure you to tell you that every single day for the rest of my life, darling. Because you deserve to know just how amazing I think you are.” She tells you while moving her hands through your hair, occasionally wiping away a tear that is rolling down your cheek.

You’re starting to believe her words as she keeps on reassuring you. “You are and will always be good enough for me and in general.” Lizzie says before placing a soft but long kiss to your forehead. “I love you, baby.” She says as she moves to lay back down.

“I love you too.” You say cuddling into her. Not soon after you fall into a deep sleep. A much needed sleep, since you haven’t been able to sleep well for days. Lizzie keeps playing with your hair until she is a hundred percent sure that you are asleep and then falls asleep with you, still having you in her arms.

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“I Won’t Leave You” Wrench x GN!Reader

21-05-22

1.2k words

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Wrench x GN!Reader

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Reader comforts Wrench after he was greatly judged by how he looks

Warnings:

-Cursing

-Arguing

-Judgmental Comments

Extra:

-You and Josh are very close friends :)))

-Wrench face description (spoiler?)

-Not Proofread

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"FUCK" Wrench burst through the doors to the garage of DedSec, surprising Sitara and Josh who were mid conversation, while you we're were scared awake from your nap on the sofa.

"Hey! Hey! It's alright man! We got away quick enough I'm sure they didn't-" Marcus who was following close behind Wrench tried to reassure the raging Wrench but was cut off immediately by Wrench yelling back.

"SHUT UP, IT WAS FUCKING OBVIOUS. DIDN'T YOU SEE THE REACTIONS OF THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS?" Wrench yelled as he kicked down a few boxes which crashed to the ground spilling little electronic parts all over the floor.

Josh suddenly put his hands to his ears trying to block out the loud noise from Wrench's yelling letting out distressed whispers. "Wrench shut the hell up!" Sitara lightly raised her voice as she noticed Josh’s condition.

"FUCK THIS, FUCK THIS WORLD, FUCK SOCIETY AND ITS GODDAMN STANDARDS" Wrench yells and slams the door as he leaves to his room. Leaving you and Marcus stunned while Sitara was slightly fuming from her friend's outbreak. You were shocked since you've never seen him act like how he just did.

You looked over to check on Josh, then realised he still had his hands over his ears and kept his eyes tightly shut. You immediately went over to him and crouched down beside him. You slightly tapped his hand three times.

The two of you decided that the amount of times you tap on him means different things. Three meaning that you were there to help him and that everything was okay now.

You saw as he slowly opened his eyes and gave a very small smile. You mouthed to him 'are you okay?' To which he nodded in response. You looked in the direction of the door Wrench just slammed shut.

"You should give him some time (Name)" Sitara suggested as she began to work on something on her tablet. You nodded and decide to walk over to Marcus and talk to him instead.

About ten minutes pass and during those ten minutes the continuous cursing could be heard from Wrench's room. A few more curses could be heard until everything fell silent.

You slowly got up and decided to go check up on Wrench. You knocked on his door lightly. "Wrench? Can I come in?" You called.

You heard a small 'okay' and you quietly opened the door and closed it behind you. As you looked up, you saw his room a complete mess. You looked around for Wrench and saw him sitting on his bed with the covers over his head.

You slowly walked up to him. "Hey man, you wanna talk about it?" You asked as you sat down beside him. He turned to look at you and lightly nodded. He took in a deep breath before starting.

"When Marcus and I were hanging out, the clips on my mask came loose and it fell off..." he trailed off. You put your hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, take your time" You smiled. Wrench nodded before continuing.

"And it was just my luck that there was a group of teenagers, and god were they absolute bastards..." Wrench looked down at his hands and you could hear him sniffling under his mask.

You were surprised since you've never heard or seen Wrench cry. You began to pat his back. Suddenly you felt both his arms wrap around you. Surprised you hugged him back.

"They called me disgusting, ugly, horrendous- god I couldn't take it. I just ran. I picked up my mask and ran. I could hear them hollering with laughter while I ran away. Why is this world so cruel?" He sobbed.

You stroked his head and back. "You aren't ugly, Wrench." "Easy for you to say- you're stunning. Hell you haven't even seen what I look like." he sighed. The two of you stayed silent for a moment.

"Then what if you showed me?" You asked. He looked at you through his lenses. He was quiet while in deep thought.

"You don't have to of course." You quickly said. Wrench shook his head. "I've known you for so long. You deserve to know." He said as he lifted his hands behind his hood to the back of his mask.

You heard a small click as you saw the mask fall into his hands. "Please, be nice..." he whispered. He slowly looked at you. Immediately locking eye contact with his beautiful glossy blue eyes.

They were enchanting. "So..." Wrench started. You broke out of your trance. "I am ugly. Aren't I?" He frowned looking down at his feet. The two of you were quiet.

"Wrench." You started as he looked over towards you. "You can't let what others say define you. Their opinions don't matter. They only put down other people who are happy because they aren't. I bet most of those teenagers hate each other. Especially if they're in big groups."

"They don't have real friends. They aren't happy. Thats why assholes like that bring people down by making snarky comments. You can't let their words control you." You stated, making sure to keep eye contact with him the entire time.

Wrench was silent. "Plus I think you have gorgeous eyes..." you whispered while looking away blushing. You saw from the corner of your eye, Wrench's eyes widening in surprise.

"I've never gotten a compliment like that before..." He gave a small smile. "Thank you (Name)." You turned to look at him. You smiled a blush tinting your face. The two of you kept your gaze on each other taking in one's features.

"(Name) there's something I need to tell you." He whispered. He held your hands in his. You gazing into his piercing blue eyes. "I...I've liked you for a while and I was scared to tell you since I was worried you would hate me for how I look." He said extremely quick.

You froze in shock. You smiled back. "I feel the same. I don't care what you look like. I fell for your charm, your personality. You're amazing Wrench." He smiled. His sadness finally slipping away.

You looked into his eyes. They were hopeful. You grinned and brought your face towards his and kissed him gently yet full of passion and love. Wrench was in a state of shock before kissing you back with an equal amount of love.

As you two parted from the kiss a bright red blush covered over both of your faces.

Wrench began to stutter. "Uh, first of all, (Name), thank you for not lying to me by saying something like 'I am the most handsome man you've ever seen, because I knew that would be a lie, I've heard it too many times."

"Secondly, thank you for being my first kiss." he smiled.

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Hope you enjoyed reading! I probably won't be updating a lot for the next two to three weeks due to Summer Exams! I hope you liked it! It's my first Watch Dogs 2 story so I hope I did well!