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Reblog this post with your highest kin or a picture of whoever is reading this right now (fictives included^^)

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I'm Your Hubby- Part 2

This is the follow up for my newest Evan Buckley imagine, thank you all for the amazing feedback on the first part. I hope you will all like it.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: Evan feels like his world is falling apart when his wife is involved in an accident and they face the risk of having their next baby premature. But Evan doesn't know what to do when complications arise.

Enjoy.

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A single tear traced down Evan's face and he tilted his head back until he was touching the back of the chair and his neck was aching from the strain.

He reached a hand up to run his hand up and down his temple and over the bridge of his nose, trying his best to ward off the tears threatening to fall. He had cried enough this week to last a life time, and Evan knew deep down that he wasn't finished yet. He was trying his best to hold the tears at bay, but it almost impossible when he heard Becca's quivering voice on the other end of the phone.

"Bec, baby you know I'm with mummy right now." The low whine that Becca let out in response made Evan's heart seize up.

"I want you home!"

Evan tried to hold down a groan and he swiped the tears from his eyes, doing his best to hold himself together.

Maddie was watching the girls right now and while Jesse was happy enough with Jee, Chrissy was unsettled and Becca was panicking. Becca was eight, she was the eldest and she understood that something was wrong and that Evan had to be with her mum while she was in hospital. But that didn't mean she was okay with not seeing her parents. The girls weren't used to being away from either parent for longer than a night.

"I promise I'm coming home tonight, I'll be there to read you a story before bed, okay? Mummy's just waking up from an operation so I have to stay for a bit longer."

He darted his eyes to the bed beside him when he heard a groan and he watched (Y/n) start to move again. Not long after waking up, she had drifted in and out of sleep, becoming more lucid each time. But (Y/n) was finally moving and starting to open her eyes this time so Evan was praying she would be back to herself. And he hoped she was more conscious and lucid enough to talk.

The waiting around was starting to get to him now.

And Evan couldn't go home yet. He couldn't go back to the girls until (Y/n) was awake and alert and she knew what had happened and what was going on. She needed to be told about their little boy who was less than a day old in the neonatal unit. She needed to know what she had gone through and how long recovery was going to be. And Evan had to ensure that she was okay before he dared think about going home to the girls.

"Baby I gotta go now, be good for aunt Maddie and I'll see you tonight, okay?"

A quiet sniff and a bubbling breath croaked down the line before a snuffly "Okay," wobbled past Becca's lips.

"I love you."

Evan waited for the quiet and heart-wrenching 'love you daddy,' that made more tears well up in his eyes before he hung up and stuffed the phone back in his pocket.

He shifted once again from the chair back to the side of the bed and he took a deep breath to clear his system and make himself feel a little better and more in control. He hoped (Y/n) would be lucid this time and to test the waters he reached down and took her hand in his.

The thought of her telling him again that she was married brought a smile to his lips but as funny as that had been, Evan needed her alert and herself so they could talk. They needed to go and see their baby boy.

"Hey baby, are you with me this time?" He was glad that when he reached his free hand down and trailed his fingers along her cheek, (Y/n) tried to grin and leant into the touch.

"Evan," The way she said his name ignited a fire in his stomach and he wasn't sure why. There was so much relief, so much love and emotion in her voice and the smile on her face made him feel elated and crushed at the same time.

He murmured a soft "Hi there," and leaned down to press a quick kiss to her chapped lips.

He felt (Y/n) brush her nose against his and when he pulled back and looked down into her flickering eyes, they looked alert. There was no drowsy look in her eyes and her pupils weren't constricted and she didn't look like the meds were making her as high as a kite. (Y/n) finally seemed to be back down to Earth, she was back with him again.

Evan wondered if he peered close enough if he would be able to see the storm raging behind her eyes. It was evident that (Y/n) was suffering some sort of headache or cloudy feeling because she kept squinting as she tried to look up at him. And the way her nose scrunched up and how she huffed indicated as such.

He pulled back a little to sit up straight when (Y/n) leaned into him and he looked down at her to see her moving her hands. Her left hand pressed into the bed and she looked like she was about to do the same with her right hand, until she realised- or remembered- that it was in a cast.

The slight frown that pulled in (Y/n)'s features was directed down towards her hand. She remembered someone saying it had almost shattered. She thought she recalled someone telling her she had pins in her wrist, something (Y/n) wasn't sure if it was a permanent or temporary fixture. That was going to be a nuisance.

Her left hand pressed down and (Y/n) tried her best to push forward, she didn't want to be lying down any longer, she wanted to sit up and feel more awake and alive.

But creasing forward caused an ungodly striking pain to shoot through her abdomen.

A hiss passed through her lips and she winced, but when she looked down, it was as if her lungs had been ripped out of her chest. Her heart started to ache and batter against her ribs like it was tripling in size and she couldn't feel anything but the pulse of her heartbeat thudding beneath her skin like she was a boombox.

Each breath (Y/n) tried to take came in shallow and barely expelled past her lips. Her body slumped back against the pillows and an awful trembling set in her system as her mouth fell agape and her left hand hurriedly pressed down on her stomach.

Where was her baby?

"Oh- oh God."

Creasing forward made (Y/n) feel like she was snapping herself in two, but she couldn't help it. Her shoulders lifted up from the bed and her left hand tossed the covers down towards her thighs and over Evan's lap. She dragged her hand across her stomach as tears began to trickle down her face.

The feeling of prickling stitches catching and moving beneath her gown made (Y/n) cringe and croak.

She remembered having her hand in a cast. She remembered Evan talking to her, mentioning some sort of accident. She recalled her brother sitting beside her, saying he would watch the girls until she came back home. She even remembered Maddie visiting and telling her not to worry, that everything would be okay.

And in each of those fuzzy memories, (Y/n) had been the same as before she came into this hospital. Pregnant. She had a rounded stomach, a wriggling, happy baby kicking within her. She had a bump that Evan was always attached to whenever he was at her side.

Why did she have stitches? Why had her baby been taken away from her? When did this happen? Why did it happen?

What had they done to her while she had been asleep?!

Tears began to pour down (Y/n)'s face and an awful gasping began to arise from her lips as she tremored back and forth. Her right hand flapped and moved but she wasn't sure what she was trying to do with the useless limb. Her hand was trapped in a black foam cast from the base of her fingers down her forearm. She couldn't bend or move it in any direction.

That didn't stop (Y/n) from moving the strange and uncomfortable cast around her stomach and waist that felt foreign to her.

"Sweetheart-" Evan winced at the piercing cry that (Y/n) let out and he cringed when she flung her good arm out to stop him from reaching out to her.

"Where's- wh- the baby!" Desperation clawed at (Y/n)'s tone and she could barely see Evan with how many tears she was shedding.

This time when Evan reached out for her, she didn't fight him off. She let him cup her burning face in his cold palms and tilt her head up so she was looking up at him. His thumbs tried in vain to clear away the tremendous tears pouring down her face and he leaned in close until their noses were almost touching.

"Shh, sweetheart calm down. Take a breath for me."

It was hard for Evan to take a deep breath himself, but he tried in order to get (Y/n) to copy him and do the same. He couldn't explain if she went into a panic attack or started to get distressed like this. He had to have her calm just a little bit more than this.

He couldn't delay telling her any longer. He couldn't tell himself that she was too delirious or confused or high on pain meds to talk about what had happened. He needed to explain. But before he could, (Y/n) was already trying to guess.

"The accident," Her eyes glanced down towards her stomach that she couldn't seem to stop staring at. "Did I… did I lose the b-baby?"

A vague memory of an accident dwindled at the back of (Y/n)'s mind. She couldn't recall exactly what happened. She had the girls with her, her brother was kneeling by her side at some point. She spent a day or two in the hospital, but everything was jumbled up in the wrong order with bits and pieces missing like letters disappearing from words, making them illegible.

Did something happen in those gaps in her memory? Had she taken a bad turn and lost their baby?

The thought of losing a baby and not knowing or remembering anything of it brought more tears to her eyes and (Y/n) began to hiccup through her breaths.

What would they do if she had lost this baby? They had been preparing for their impending arrival, guessing whether they would have another girl or a boy this time. How would they explain this to the girls if they had lost them?

The hiccupping breaths (Y/n) let out momentarily stopped when Evan's trembling hands held her face a little bit tighter and his forehead pressed against hers. Their noses brushed together and (Y/n) could feel his lips ghosting over hers.

Looking at Evan made her heart palpitate because she couldn't gage his expression. His eyes were watering and those deep blue pools made (Y/n) feel like she was going to get lost or drown in the swirling colours. There was so many emotions hiding behind those eyes that she couldn't decipher. She couldn't make out whether he was about to burst into tears and break down or if he was just anxious. And she was suddenly afraid of what he was going to tell her.

"No! No, no sweetheart you didn't lose him. You had to have a C-section. We have a boy in the neonatal unit, he- God, he's tiny but he's okay, he's being looked after. You can go see him soon, okay?"

Evan almost stuttered and jumbled through the words, he was so desperate to get them out and calm (Y/n) down.

He didn't want her panicking and upsetting herself with that horrid train of thought. She didn't have to think about losing their baby. Their boy was here and he was a fighter, he was being looked after. They had never lost a baby yet, and they didn't have to think about it now. Their boy needed a bit of extra love and care, but he was going to be okay.

He watched (Y/n) nod against his palms and he could see the relief bubbling up in her eyes as she sighed.

She didn't have to go down that route and think like that. She didn't have to go through the thoughts and turmoil of burying a baby and coping with that sense of loss. Or having to go home and see everything prepared for an impending arrival that was never going to come home.

"I don't remember… our first boy, a-and I don't remember the birth." Something broken and hollow filled (Y/n)'s voice as she looked down at her lap.

They'd had three girls so far, and each one had been the apple of Evan's eye. He lived in a house with four girls, he was the only boy and he loved being surrounded by all of his girls. He learned quickly how to plait their hair and do different styles. During lockdown he took to cutting their hair since they couldn't go out.

He played all their games with them, he got them toy trucks and ambulances and brought them down to the station to see where he worked.

With their string of girls, Evan had been betting on having another, he was adamant that this one would be a girl. And (Y/n) had been hoping for a boy, one little boy protected and surrounded by his older sisters.

Now they had their first boy, they had a mini version of Evan that would be running around and copying him and trying to dress like him. And (Y/n) remembered none of it. She didn't remember having any pains, or anything going wrong. She didn't recall doctors or a midwife telling her what was happening or that she was going to have her baby.

(Y/n) thought women were usually awake and responsive when they had C-sections. She thought women got to see their babies the moment they were brought out and that she could have some knowledge of the experience. Clearly something had gone wrong this time if (Y/n) hadn't been allowed to remember any of it.

Her hand tapped and scratched against her thigh and her eyes focused on her stomach that was out of shape and strangely foreign to her now. She didn't have that rounded shape, that familiar feeling of a baby wriggling and waking up and kicking around. She didn't have that connection anymore. Her stomach was soft and squidgy and half deflated.

Moving her hand, she slowly pressed her palm down against the bed and inclined forward a little until Evan graciously tried to help. She felt his hands leave her face and slide around her waist to rest on her upper back.

He carefully helped her sit forward and pressed the button on the bed so it was propping her up.

(Y/n) gripped Evan's arm tight and when she went to raise her right hand to brush against her temple, she glanced at the cast and smiled sadly. She used the edge of the foam cast to rub against her aching temple, ignoring the slight discomfort it caused in her wrist. This cast was going to take some getting used to, and it wasn't ideal with three girls at home and a baby- whenever they would get to bring their boy home, that was.

"Are the girls okay?" She looked up at Evan, trying again to gage his expression which was a bit calmer than it had been moments ago.

(Y/n) had no concept of time right now. She didn't know how long she had been here, how many hours or days it had been since the accident. She didn't know if the girls were okay, all she knew was that Becca and Jesse hadn't been down to the hospital, and she could understand why.

Coming here and seeing (Y/n) looking frail and ill wouldn't be the best thing for them both. Chrissy had only been here because she was two and it wouldn't affect her as much.

"Yeah, Eddie and Mads have been staying with them while I've been here with you. He's gonna bring them down soon to see you." The tepid smile on Evan's face dulled the ache in (Y/n)'s heart about missing her girls.

She wanted her baby girl cuddled up in her arms and babbling in her ear. She wanted her four year old giggling and singing or coughing and seeking refuge and comfort in (Y/n)'s arms. She wanted her eldest girl sat beside her, asking millions of random questions from the inquizitive mind she got from Evan. And she wanted to see her newest baby and have her first cuddle with him.

The thought of the girls coming down to the hospital made (Y/n) wince. She didn't want them seeing her until she felt- and looked- a bit more like herself. She didn't want the girls to worry or get upset.

Her lips pursed and she slid her hand away from Evan's arm to look down at herself.

"I don't think I can stand, how am I gonna look after the girls?" Her hand delicately grazed along her abdomen near to the stitches that were low, near her underwear.

She guessed that if she could barely sit up without a strain and if her stomach hurt this much, standing up was going to be a lot worse. How was she supposed to look after the girls when she went home if she felt like this?

If she couldn't bend down or stretch up or twist, then being a mum was going to be incredibly hard. (Y/n) wouldn't be able to bath the girls properly if she was in this state. Let alone look after a newborn or do the house work or take the girls to school. It would take her twice as long to get them to school in this state if she felt like she could barely sit without discomfort. She would be shuffling if she tried to walk. This was going to be a nightmare.

"Bobby's gonna sort out some annual leave for me so I can be home, the, um… the doctor said it's gonna take a while, for you to recover sweetheart." Evan ran a hand along his chin and down his neck as he watched a frown etch across (Y/n)'s features.

Bobby had rang him a while ago, after Eddie told the team that (Y/n) had gone for an emergency C-section. Eddie didn't go into details, he didn't say what gender the baby was or what was happening with them. He knew it was Evan's place to explain but he had to tell the team so none of them came down to the hospital and got a shock. It would be easier for now if the team didn't come down to the hospital until Evan said it was alright. Their family was in turmoil at the moment.

During the call, Evan had asked if there was any way his paternity leave could be extended or if he could have annual leave as soon as possible. Bobby said not to worry, that he would make sure it was all squared and done and he would draft someone else to cover Evan's shifts.

The baby was premature, Evan's paternity leave wasn't going to be spent the same as it was when he had the girls. He wouldn't be at home feeding and settling them and getting used to a routine with a new baby in the house.

These two weeks were going to be spent in the hospital watching over his baby and wife and then being at home trying to create stability for the girls. By the time he was meant to be back at work, Evan's baby would still be in the hospital and he would be back to irregular shift patterns when his boy finally came home. That wasn't fair nor ideal. He needed a bit more time, his family needed him.

"That's good of him," (Y/n) murmured softly before she looked up at Evan with unease and sadness in her eyes. "C-sections are that bad?"

With each of the girls, (Y/n) had had natural births. She had gone into labour and remembered every bit of it. She had been in labour with Becca for almost two days. And when they had Chrissy, (Y/n) almost gave birth in the jeep, things had progressed that quickly.

She hadn't had a C-section before and none of her friends or family had ever had one. She knew about them, she knew a few details, it had been discussed with each of her pregnancies to prepare for any scenarios where it might be necessary.

Clearly she was going to have a long recovery ahead of her if Evan was expecting to be needed at home for the next few weeks.

"Usually yeah, but- but you had to have big surgery… baby, you started to bleed really bad, you had a ruptured uterus from the trauma."

For a moment, (Y/n) almost asked what trauma had caused that but then it dawned on her. The accident had caused whatever trauma she had suffered. If she hadn't of been in that accident, if those cars hadn't of been speeding, if one hadn't of swerved and didn't bother stopping on the pedestrian crossing. None of this would of happened.

If she hadn't of walked that way home from the doctors with the girls, if those cars hadn't of been that reckless, than (Y/n) would be at home with their girls and their baby would be safe and sound within her, where he should still be.

It must have been a bad kind of rupture, a bad kind of haemorrhage if she had gone for surgery with anaesthesia rather than just a local anaesthetic.

She had a desperate need to reach down and pull up her gown to look at the row of stitches and see what damage had been done. She couldn't remember anything except the faint sound of Evan's voice telling her it would be okay, and the faintest hint in the back of her mind that she had been in some kind of twisting, agonising pain.

"Wh- how did they fix it?" (Y/n) had no idea what they had to do to fix something like that.

She didn't know if she had any internal dissolveable stitches to heal what had ruptured. She might have needed a blood transfusion too. (Y/n) didn't know, because everything had been done without her knowledge and nothing had been retained in her memory.

But when she looked up, she could feel her heart strings being cut and it was as if her heart had dropped down to the pit of her stomach like a sinking stone to the bottom of the ocean.

Why was Evan crying? Why were his eyes red rimmed and beginning to puff up? Why was he breathing like he was going to go into a panic attack? (Y/n) had seen him in those kind of states before, she had held him and cradled and kissed him through enough panic attacks. But why was he panicking now?

Shudders crawled up her spine and caused goosebumps to appear on her skin when Evan reached out for her good hand. He gently interlocked their fingers together, suctioning their palms against one another like glue. And when he pulled their entwined hands and deadlocked them into his chest, (Y/n) could barely feel her arms.

Her fingertips started to tingle like all the blood was retracting from her arms and pooling in her stomach from the panic. Adrenaline shot through her body in huge waves and her breaths came out shallow and thin.

She couldn't stop herself from leaning in towards Evan, almost as if she was going to kiss him. She moved their entwined hands and rubbed the back of her knuckles against his chest to try and coax him to speak and tell her what was clearly distressing him.

"Baby, you had a hysterectomy."

(Y/n) was surprised Evan managed to look her in the eye as he spoke because he looked at her as if he was expecting her to scream at him. That couldn't be right.

Why would they do that? Why would the doctors make such a decision without asking (Y/n) first? Could they do that?

She was healthy. She didn't have any problems, no cancer cells, no scar tissue, no inflammation, no problems with her periods. She'd had four pregnancies and had no problems in any of them until now, and no issues getting pregnant. Why would they do such an invasive procedure that she couldn't come back from?

"A… no, no. Evan please…" Her head started to shake and tears began to trickle down her face as she gasped and sniffed.

She felt Evan's free hand move around until he was cupping the nape of her neck with his thumb gliding up and down beneath her hair. When Evan's temple pressed against her burning one, she realised he was starting to cry as well. He didn't want to be giving her this news and he didn't want this for her.

The quiet murmur of "I'm sorry." made (Y/n)'s tears fall faster because she could hear the sincerity in Evan's voice, as if he had been the doctor to perform this procedure when it had been entirely out of his hands. He didn't have a choice in the matter. He hadn't chosen this or done this and yet he was so distressed and saddened for her.

When (Y/n) began to shake her head, Evan tilted his head closer and pressed a wet kiss to her cheek as his nose brushed against her skin and he tried to take a deep breath. He pressed a few dozen more kisses against her cheek while he held her hand tighter to his chest until both their hands and arms were trembling from the force.

"They didn't have a choice, you would have bled out and it wouldn't of healed. The damage was too big to try and patch up. Baby, they did what they had to or I- I would have lost you both."

A broken cry left (Y/n)'s lips as she leaned her cheek into Evan's skin, feeling him kissing her again and again to try and calm her down, but it wasn't working.

It wasn't the fact that they might not have had anymore children after this baby. It was that the choice had been taken from (Y/n) now. If she wanted another baby, she couldn't. If something happened to their boy and they lost him, they had no chance of any other children in their future.

Part of (Y/n) had been taken, such a big part of her and she hadn't been asked. She could tell that it had been a life or death situation, and this was the only way to save her. And she would of wanted the doctors to do this than leave her and risk her life and leave her children motherless. This was the only sensible option.

But it wasn't what (Y/n) had expected in her life. She didn't think she would go through such a procedure. Now she wouldn't have anymore children, she wouldn't have another period or the menopause. That part of her life was over now.

Evan inched closer until he could let go of (Y/n)'s hand and curve his arm around her waist and hold her close to his chest. His lips attached to the side of her temple and he closed his eyes, trying his best to ward off the rest of the tears threatening to fall.

He was glad he hadn't been asked about this procedure. No one asked him if they could do this because they didn't need his permission. It had been the only life saving thing they could do for (Y/n). But if they had asked Evan what to do and his permission, he wouldn't of been able to answer. He would have been to blame for this and he wouldn't accept it.

This was the price of saving (Y/n)'s life.

(Y/n) twisted her head until her cheek was laid on Evan's shoulder and she was breathing and gasping into his neck. She couldn't stop the tears or the muffled sounds leaving her lips despite how badly she wanted them to stop.

She tried to tuck herself closer into Evan's chest despite the pain it caused her and she clutched her hand at his chest.

"I- I wanna see him."

She had had enough of bad news and lost memories for now. (Y/n) wanted to go and see her baby boy. She wanted to reassure herself that she hadn't lost anything else in her life.

***

(Y/n) tried her best to smile when she looked ahead of her down the corridor. even though Jesse had been clinging to (Y/n)'s hip from the moment she had arrived at the hospital, the four year old was now happily clinging onto Evan's hand like a monkey.

She was pulling on his hand and swaying back and forth as they all walked down the corridor. And in Evan's other arm was Chrissy, happy as ever now that everyone was here together. She had her head on Evan's shoulder and her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

And whereas Becca had been close to (Y/n)'s side, she was now walking on Evan's other side with a skip in her step because of where they were all heading.

"How do you feel?" Eddie looked down at his little sister and tried his best to smile.

She had her hands locked around his arm near the crease of his elbow and her head was resting on his bicep but she leaned back to look up at him. They were a few paces behind the kids so none of them were going to listen in or hear them.

"I feel like I've been run over, and I can't stand up straight."

She desperately wanted to smile, but she couldn't find it in herself to do it. All she could manage was a strange grimace before she leaned back against Eddie's bicep and tried to look ahead at the girls.

She couldn't stand up straight and she knew it confused Jesse and Chrissy and it made Becca worry. To walk, (Y/n) had to stoop over so the tension in her stomach wasn't as great and she didn't feel like her muscles were being stretched or split apart. And it stretched and strained her stitches if she tried to straighten up anymore than this.

At least she had been told by the nurse that it wouldn't be like this for long. A few days and she might feel a lot better, and in two weeks the stitches would come out. Although the overall recovery was going to be a lot longer than that.

"Once the stitches are out in two weeks, you'll feel a bit more at ease. And you'll be recovered ready for when we get to bring the little guy home." Eddie leaned down to peck the top of (Y/n)'s head and he reached his free hand out to hold onto her hand.

"I want him home already." There was a wishful yet defiant tone to (Y/n)'s voice as they turned the corner onto the neonatal unit.

She wanted to take her baby boy home with her once she was discharged. She wasn't ready to go home in two days and leave without her baby. Going home and seeing an empty crib in the bedroom- which Evan and Eddie had already sorted two weeks ago when they got a bit ahead of themselves before the accident- wasn't going to be fun.

(Y/n) would be staring at that crib, wondering if her boy was okay and when she would next have him in her arms.

She would be waking up in the middle of the night needing to feed her baby, but he wouldn't be there with her. She would be making breakfast for the rest of the kids and wondering when she would be able to feed her own baby. She would wake up thinking she was hearing his cries, but she wouldn't.

He was going to be here for the next five to six weeks, depending on how well he developed and improved. Over a month of Hell to get through before their family would be back at home, all under one roof again and back to some sense of normality.

The only good thing was that (Y/n)'s wrist should be healed and out of the cast by the time their boy came home. She wouldn't struggle picking him up and putting him down in the crib or walking around with him because the cast wouldn't be in the way anymore.

"I know, I know. But we won't leave him alone, someone will keep coming down when you're with the girls so he's not alone."

No one wanted the little guy to be here on his own, and Eddie knew it was going to be excruciating for Evan and (Y/n) to go home or go back to work and leave their baby boy here. They would feel like they were abandoning him if they were home with the girls and he was here.

Eddie and the team would keep coming down to visit him and hold him and make sure he was okay and looked after until he was discharged.

Eddie's words were a comfort and (Y/n) found herself smiling and nodding just as she watched Evan up ahead.

"Okay, he's in here waiting to meet you all." With that, Evan slowly opened the door and let Becca and Jesse rush in first.

With (Y/n) still being in the hospital, while she was recovering and waiting to be discharged she wanted to spend all that time with her baby. So they had put him in a little side room so (Y/n) and Evan and any family could keep coming to check on him and sit and cuddle him without having to sit with other preemies and their families.

Evan peered over his shoulder and such a loving smile lit up his face when he glanced over at (Y/n). She could feel her heart soaring at the look on his face and she moved to sit down in the chair just behind him, glad to stop walking around now.

Eddie pulled over a brittle plastic chair and perched down beside (Y/n) while Evan followed both his girls towards the incubator where a nurse was standing idly by with a charming grin.

"Say hello to your brother." Evan jostled Chrissy a bit higher on his hip and moved his free hand to rest on Becca's back. He stood close behind the girls who were peering into the incubator with intrigue.

They had been warned before now that the baby wouldn't be like the other babies they had seen in the family. He would have tubes and drips and be in a 'special glass box' and would be a lot tinier than they expected. They knew he would be extremely poorly and fragile and that they would have to be careful and wouldn't be able to hold him yet. But they were both insistent on seeing him.

"He's so small." Becca looked up behind her to look at Evan, almost as if she was getting reassurance that it was okay for him to be this small. And she gingerly pointed to the small circular opening in the incubator. "Can I hold his hand?"

Her question was so ordinary, so simple and sweet but it made Evan's heart pound in his chest and he tried to dampen down his smile a little.

"Why don't we let mummy hold him, then you can hold his hand."

"He can come out of there?" Surprise was evident in Becca's voice and she pressed her palm against the glass with a sense of wonder on her face and a bright smile on her lips. She was under the assumption that he had to stay in the incubator until he was better. She didn't think they would get to take him out and cuddle with him.

"Yeah, as long as we're careful."

When Becca looked over her shoulder, Eddie waved a hand towards her and she perked up even more. The eight year old trotted towards him and perched down on his lap, sitting on the edge of Eddie's knees with her hands excitedly tapping on the arm of (Y/n)'s chair. Eddie looped his arms around her waist and perched his chin on top of her head as they waited for the nurse to open the incubator and get everything sorted.

Taking a step back, Evan moved his hand to card his fingers through Jesse's hair while she happily watched the nurse get her baby brother out.

"Baby, it's a baby." Chrissy began to point down towards the bundle in the nurse's arms and she giggled as she leant forwards until she almost toppled out of Evan's arms. Chrissy had a thing for baby dolls, and Evan figured she didn't quite grasp that this baby was alive.

She wouldn't be able to hold him or cradle him or drag him around by his arm like she did with her dolls back home.

"Woah, missy. This is mummy's baby, not yours." He murmured as he pulled her back into his arms properly and moved to drag a chair over to (Y/n)'s other side.

He sat down with Chrissy settled on his thigh and Jesse quickly moved to stand between his legs, her hands excitedly tapping against his knees as she jumped up and down.

It felt warming and relieving to have her baby back in her arms. (Y/n) had barely set him down yesterday when she finally got to leave her room and see him for the first time. After she calmed down of course. She and Evan spent the afternoon with him until Evan went home to see the girls. And the nurses had to persuade (Y/n) to go back to her room to sleep when she didn't want to leave late into the night.

She loved the feeling of his tiny head and his little cheek pressing against her chest and how his arms and knees curled up into his chest and pressed against her. It was almost as if he was trying to curl up and pretend he was back in the womb, wanting them both to be joined again.

Her hand cradled the back of his head and the tiny knitted hat he wore and she tried to ignore and avoid the wires and tubes sticking out of him that made her want to cry whenever she looked at them.

"Why all the tubes?" Becca looked over her shoulder to look up at Eddie who pecked her temple and started to bounce his knees up and down.

"Well, that one feeds him for now. This one gives him some special vitamins, and this checks his heartbeat so we know he's okay."

"I think he's waking up. Here," Reaching down, (Y/n) gently unhooked one of his tiny arms from being tucked in between their chests. She moved his arm out to the left and patiently waited for Becca to lean over the arm rest and carefully take his hand.

She seemed to roll his hand between her fingers and thumb like she was smoothing out the wrinkles in his skin, but Becca had such a bright smile on her lips.

"Me hold him now." Jesse leaned forwards between Evan's parted knees until her hands were gently resting on either side of the newborn. She patted him softly although she paused when she felt Evan's arm wrap around her middle like an iron bar. He was holding her back, making sure she wasn't about to try and pick him up and hold him herself.

"You can hold him when he's a bit bigger, baby girl, I promise."

Jesse huffed quietly, but she nodded and decided to run her hand up and down his back instead.

"What's his name?" She looked between her mum and dad, waiting for someone to enlighten her. She needed to know so when she went to nursery she could tell all of her friends about her newest sibling and what her baby brother was called and how small and pretty he was.

"What do you girls think about calling him Billy?"

[starry-bi-sky]

DPxDC Masterpost

Almost all of my DPDC posts have the #Danny Fenton is Not the Ghost King tags, barring perhaps my earliest aus like my Thomas Wayne Au (which will be included in the post). This tag includes art i've made, asks i've answered, and non-fic au posts I've created. This is my main tag!

DPxDC posts under the main tag that don't have their own tag: Danny's Life-Changing Cross-Dimensional Roadtrip with A De-Aged Batman Danny is also Bruce Wayne (Starry goes back to their middle school roots) Danny being the first batkid (if i can get the creative juices flowing I will expand on this. mark my words) There is a Damian clone LOOSE in Amity Park. Oh wait, Danny's got him.

My Biggest DPxDC Aus #Danny Fenton is a Clone: all my posts talking about clone!Danny.

Clone Danny Masterpost: previously my pinned post. A no-powers au where Danny is also a clone of Bruce Wayne, also includes some clone^2

#Clone^2: Clone Damian + Clone Danny au combined, explores themes like identity, found family, and growing into your own as a person. Starting post Here.

#Childhood Friends Au or #Cfau: A childhood friends dead on main au that explores grief, how it may change a person, and how growing up in Crime Alley changed Danny. Contains heavier themes like smoking and mild violence.

#Danyal Al Ghul Au: No longer just my "older brother danyal" au, instead it hosts all of my Danyal Al Ghul aus! An excuse for me to delve into the psychological effects that growing up in the League would have on Danny that I don't really see in other DAG aus. Putting the 'assassin' in 'raised by assassins'. Now with a secondary masterpost listing all of my DAG aus!

My Minor DPxDC Aus Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne: an oldie but a goodie! An reveal gone wrong au where Danny decides to go by his middle name 'Thomas' shortly after the events of TUE, and leaves Amity Park two years later. He finds out that Vlad cloned him again and finds an infant in the lab. Danny takes the baby, names him Bruce, and ends up adopted by the Waynes.

#Danny Fenton is Jason Todd au: An au where Danny is Jason Todd! He was adopted by the Fentons shortly after the events of the carjacking.

#Older Brother Danny: contains all of my aus where Danny is an Older Brother. This currently includes only my DAG posts but it's not limited to Danyal Al Ghul.

#Changeling Danny: a half-ghost? oh, wait, no. that's a changeling. even worse! Danny's got latent fey blood from a Fenton getting freaky with a faerie some dozen generations ago, and it reactivated with a fervor when he had his accident! Instead of a halfa, he became one of the Fair Folk.

#Blood blossom au: currently the name for the time being. A Nightingale/First Batkid au where Vlad poisons Danny with blood blossom extract, and it results in Danny running to Batman! Currently only one post, but it has a lot of branching pathways in the reblogs. Batdad centered! Now comes with its own fanfic!

#tales of the passerine: the official au name for my "Danny being the first batkid" post! This au is what inspired changeling Danny. It's the idea that Danny was the first to be adopted by Bruce, and features me favoring batdad over "lmfao Danny goes fuck you bruce and adopts the other kids" au. Because I want batdad.

(Nightingale is, so far, the official vigilante name for the Eldest Batkid Danny concept on my blog.)

#mother of monsters danny: specifically its mother of monsters dan but i digress. I was messing around with my fem!Danyal au and boom! Her evil timeline self is Layal, the terrifying Mother of Monsters who raises any manner of monstrous beasts. I love her <3

#martha knight au same song, different dance! This is a fem danny version of my aforementioned "Danny is Thomas Wayne" au. Except this time around, Danny is Martha! Arguably my favorite between the two, I feel like I'm able to do more with her than Thomas. Her au's vibe is After All by Christine Ebersole

Bonus Excerpt: a ficlet I made in response to a DPxDC Dead on Main prompt! It's not under the main tag as I didn't make the post, however it can be found if you search #fem danny fenton on my blog. I actually really love this idea so I may make it its own tag in the future.

[orangelefty-sillyestgirl]

SQUEALING GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET (send help)

Tags open <3

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

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[insomanic-fanfication]

BatBoys React to Cuddly Werewolf Boyfriend

Authors Note: It's been stressful lately, working on my new job. Working on getting into college. Why does life gotta be so hard, fucking hell... So anyway, I'm gonna do this little thing cause I got to the episode in Supernatural when Sam fucked a werewolf, and this popped into my head. Summary: The batboys (separately) are dating a werewolf, who, while turning is a natural cuddle bug towards them.

Dick Grayson: Dick would absolutely love how cuddly you are with him, especially when you are "wolfed out". When you guys first started dating his first insist was probably to treat your werewolf side like a dog. Humanoid wolf thing? Well, it still has wolf in the name, and it's face is dog shaped, can you blame him? Which he would kind of feel bad about, until you told him it was fine. His absolute favorite thing in the world is to cuddle with you on the couch where he can almost, almost, suffocate himself in your fur.

Jason Todd: He was all for it snice the beginning, especially when he found out your wolf side really loves to playfight with him. Though, it took him a little bit more time before he accepted that your favorite sleeping spot was on top of him. Now don't get him wrong, he isn't weak, your just heavy.. and for someone who was buried into a small coffin. Your full body weight trapping him on to the couch can be too much for his ptsd. Though, you both learned to work around it. Mostly, cause hearing you whine like he physically hurt you, broke his heart.

Tim Drake: If you had to describe him in one word, it would be 'Cautious', at least if we were being nice. The first few times he met your wolf side; he was extremely nervous to say the least. He wasn't like he was afraid you would shred him to small bits, no. You would never do that to him, he knew that. But... accidents do happen, 'What if you rolled on top of him while you were asleep?' or 'got to excited while you two were playing?'. His anxiety definitely didn't help him as he was forming a bond with your wolf side. But, your wolf side could sense that. So your wolf side would start by moving it's body close to the ground, and inching it's towards Tim while he was sitting down. Stopping if Tim looked towards it. You had to be sneaky if you wanted snuggles. Until you were close enough to rest your head on his thigh, looking up to him with the saddest most hopefully puppy eyes. Waiting to see if Tim would allow you to stay. All he could do was sigh at how stupid but cute your wolf sides behavior was. Reaching out a hand to pet your head and relaxing himself. Causing your wolf side to wag its tail aggressively, unable to contain it's excitement.

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[Last Edited: 14 April, 2025]

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top gun: maverick masterlist

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key: ✩ author’s favorite ♢ angst ♡ fluff ⚤ m/f smut ⚢ f/f smut

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

multi-part series:

until next time ♢ ♡ ⚤ (ongoing)

A letter from you to your best friend read by the wrong pilot leads to a new connection and a surprising mail-based friendship.

one / two / three

✩ new perspectives ♢ ♡ ⚤ (ongoing) 

You and Jake Seresin have been inseparable since age ten... somewhere along the way you fell in love and when college and flight school rolls around you have to make the hardest decision of your life.

prologue / one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve

new perspectives universe one shots + drabbles

match ♡

Jake surprises you at your match day ceremony.

j&j wedding moodboard

easier ♢ ♡ (ongoing)

You secure your first confirmed air-to-air kill on your first mission as team leader... only no one told you how difficult it would be to process and the only person who can understand what you're going through steps in to help.

one / two 

move on ♢ (ongoing)

The love of your life vanishes in the middle of the night leaving you reeling and leaning on the only person you can still trust.

one / two / three

✩ real friends ♢ ♡ (on hiatus)

One day your competitive working relationship with Jake Seresin takes a hit and results in a pact between the two of you that you never saw coming.

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven

shot through the heart ♡ / and you’re to blame ♡ ⚤ / you give love a bad name (mini-series)

Pushed together planning your best friends wedding your forced to notice someone you'd previously overlooked.

one-shots/requests:

✩ flygirl ♡ ⚤ (one-shot)

The Dagger Squad, and more specifically Jake Seresin, decide it's time their favorite bartender experience life in a Super Hornet.

✩ late ♢ ♡

A delayed period forces you to have a conversation you've been putting off with your boyfriend.

mistletoe ♡

Jake comes home to find you amidst a winter wonderland and can't help but fall more in love with you and your spirit.

✩ sunshine ♢ ♡

You and Jake are recalled to Top Gun... only problem? Jake has no idea you're in the Navy.

before he cheats ♡ (request)

While drinking away your breakup at the bar, Jake finds out about your extracurricular activities and steps in.

worry ♢ ♡ (request)

Stressed and overworked, your husband steps in to remind you to take care of yourself before taking care of others.

birdstrike ♢ ♡ (request)

Jake grapples with the thought of losing you after an accident in the air leaves him rattled.

family dinner ♢ ♡ (request)

You and Jake attend dinner with your parents, a diligent homemaker and retired Navy hotshot, and when your parents have their own ideas about your trajectory in life, Jake steps in to stand up for you.

into you ♢ ♡ (request)

Forced to watch the man you want and your best friend getting closer, you push them both away without bothering to clarify the situation.

NATASHA 'PHOENIX' TRACE

boyfriend ⚢ (one-shot)

Phoenix steps in to give you the attention you deserve when your boyfriend spends the night neglecting you.

at your pace ♢ ♡ (request)

Your relationship with Natasha has remained a secret as long as you've been in North Island, until her backseater puts the pieces together and gives her the nudge she needs to come out to her team.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

firecracker ♢ ♡ (on hiatus)

When you and your childhood best friend are recalled for the same high stakes mission you have to navigate ever-changing relationships along with keeping your familial name a secret.

one / two

✩ longshot ♢ ♡ ⚤

A series of unfortunate events lead you back to your hometown and straight to the professor that's been on your mind ever since you graduated.

one

unexpected ♡ ⚤

An educational trip to the waterfront for Fleet Weeks ends in a handsome naval aviator asking you on a date.

one

DAGGER SQUAD

make the friendship bracelets ♡ (one-shot)

On a whim you decide to surprise the squad with a token of your appreciation.

[writerastray]

heaven come {Blood Rush}

General Masterlist - Blood Rush Masterlist - Read this before interacting

-> Word count: 3.2k

-> Relationships: Han Jisung/f!Reader

-> Rating: 18+ → Mature/Explicit

->Genre/Tropes: Crime/Mafia AU, Romance, Mutual Pining, Romantic/Sexual Tension, Toxic Love (Spoiler tags: Ex's to Lovers?)

-> Warning tags: Physical Abuse, Weapons, Blood and Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Car Accident, Toxic Relationship. Other Additional Tags to Be Added.

-> Synopsis: Part 2 of Blood Rush - You swore you’d never see Han Jisung again. Your plan was to focus on your studies and enjoy your normal college life. However, one phone call changes everything, dragging you back into the chaos you tried to escape.

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Han Jisung. Always racing into problems' arms like an obsessive lover. 

And you, stupid, went behind him to save his ass.

Aside from the arm, there were bruises on his face and a gruesome purple mark on his chest and stomach. He still had his pants, but the red stains suggested more injuries. Thankfully, nothing appeared broken. At least, you hoped not.

"I'm alright, thank you for asking, darling," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

A sigh escaped as you headed to his closet in search of the first-aid kit. 

Returning, you kneeled in front of him, careful not to put weight on his body. Your attention focused on his injured arm.

 "Anyone saw you?" You ask, realizing that you'd been holding your breath until you saw it wasn't a bullet wound, only a cut.

"I don't think so. I wasn't exactly paying attention either," he said, his eyes filled with rage, hands clenching.  "I fucked up. They will get my DNA, know it was me and—"

"The car exploded. They can't get you," you interrupted.

Jisung's head shook slowly, his lips forming a thin line. His body thudded against the wall, and a soft curse escaped his lips. 

You wanted to kill him and kiss him at the same time.

Once the wound had been properly cleansed, you noticed it was deeper than you thought, and the bleeding didn't stop. Thanks to Chris, Jisung had at least the basic things to treat a serious wound.

"I'll have to stitch you up," you said, getting the needle.

"I'm sorry," Jisung whispered.

Your hands paused, and you inhaled deeply, brushing aside the apology. Instead, you focused on the task at hand. 

Every wince from Jisung sent an ache through your own heart, and soon you were saying soft, soothing words.

When you were done, you turned your attention to the more superficial injuries.

The accident had been meticulously engineered. They had schemed for months, back when you were dating Jisung. Every minute detail had been plotted—the car's precise placement, the timing of the traffic light, the angles, everything. Jisung was to get out on the streets as soon as he killed the guy and go to the subway. No car should explode, only a minor accident. Enough to be a distraction and ease Jisung's escape.

Something went wrong. 

You’ll have to talk with Chris, and that frustrates you even more. 

You were supposed to be out of this life. 

Cold fingers grazing against your cheek startled you. 

You hadn't noticed him drawing close. His chest, that made your fingers tingle at the thought of touching it, his tempting collarbones, his soft pouty lips that begged for a stolen kiss and the beautifully broken eyes.

"You're thinking too much."

"Someone has to," you said.

Gently, you cleaned the wounds on his face. Jisung rested against the wall again, closing his eyes. 

"What now?" You ask.

"Chris said there's a place to lay low for the night. It's no longer safe for us."

Us? What was your crime? Loving a man just a little bit more than the healthy amount recommended by society?

"I'm supposed to be home, studying for an exam. Not running from the police," you said, letting the rage out. Why couldn’t he have been just an ordinary college guy whose worst crime was smoking weed? It wasn’t fair. “I won’t go with you.”

His eyes locked on yours, gaze so intense it sent tingles down your core.

“I know,” he said quietly. “But you don’t have a choice.”

You hated the guilt in his eyes.

You hated even more how badly you still desired him.

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[birch-shark-art]

extremely pleased to report that the glaze treated my mesozoic pals quite well indeed

More fossils! We'll see how the glaze treats these little critters, but I'm pleased with them so far...

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[gamerbot-22]

Hello, I hope you're doing well. Could you create a headcanon about how Vash would be with a reader girlfriend who is a Tsundere?

Explanation of Tsundere: A "Tsundere" is a character archetype often found in anime and manga. It describes someone who is initially cold, hostile, or indifferent towards someone they care about, but gradually shows a warmer, friendlier side over time.

Hi! I'm doing well, thanks! Still kinda recovering from a cold but I Got This. I hope you're doing well, too!

And you got it, estrela! (I hope I got that word right, I saw on your blog that you're Brazilian!) What a cute request!

Vash the Stampede x Tsundere Girlfriend Reader

TW/CWs: Vash and reader are in a romantic relationship, the reader is referred to as a girl/girlfriend and uses she/her pronouns, reader is described as being a bit mean at first but the dynamic gets worked out over time, Vash is a bit of a kicked puppy as always (/affectionate), written with TriStamp Vash in mind but feel free to slot any version you would prefer, barely proofread but I appreciate spellchecks.

A/N: So I've never actually gone out of my way to write tsunderes before! Usually it just kinda happens by accident lol. I hope this is what you were after!

Likes and Reblogs appreciated, Requests are Open, and it's all under the cut!

The dividers in this post were made by @/saradika ☆

So to be totally real, I don't think Vash would be phased all that much by a tsundere, considering his outlook. Like it might get a bit tiring on his mind if you're being especially prickly, but it's nothing he hasn't either seen before. Hell, it's milder than most cases!

All that to say, the Big Hurdle that comes from being interested in a lovely tsundere such as yourself is that he is. Deathly afraid of accidentally coming on too strong and making you uncomfortable. Like it's hard for him to tell where exactly your abrasiveness is coming from. Is it a coping mechanism? Is it something he did? Is this just how you are? If it's something he did, he wishes you would just tell him so he could apologize and make it up to you, but unless your behavior really wears down to a sore spot, he doesn't push you to talk about it.

Little does he know that all the times you call him a dumbass or get on his case for something or other, it's just your way of saying and showing you care without tipping anyone off (although if we're being real, I think Meryl would clock it pretty fast if she's around--) And it's hard sometimes because he has such a sweet face! And you kinda feel bad whenever his smile stops reaching his eyes as much and he excuses himself all quiet and shy. But also his pacifist attitude puts him in danger a lot of the time, and he seems to take undeserved punishment so easily, as if he really thinks he had it coming, and you want him to stand up for himself more!

I'm imagining that the relationship starts like. Right after one of those moments that sends him a few feet away from you out of respect. Like he starts to shift away in the sand, murmuring an apology and a "I'll get out of your hair" only for your feelings to just flow over until you're hauling him into a kiss and while he does kiss you back, when you both pull away he is. so confused. ("I thought you hated me!" "What?" "You called me all these names until now! I thought I did something wrong." "You didn't do anything wrong???" "Then why were you all mean to me?" "Well-- I mean-- Don't worry about that! I'm sorry!")

Once the relationship gets started though, Vash is super relieved and also pumped. He's got a girlfriend!! Yay!! And she's really cool and now he knows that the banter is a love language!! He gets a bit better at banter now that he knows that, leading to some really silly conversations and interactions over the coming relationship.

He also knows now that your attitude isn't meant to keep him away but is more part of a chase, kinda like how dogs will swat at each other or nip and then run off, hoping their target comes after them for some light-hearted wrastlin'. Thing is though, I don't think that's always how he rolls, so sometimes he'll just throw that out the window and go right for the throat (metaphorically) by being nice. Like he'll talk about how pretty you are and calls you things like "sweet girl," "angel," and the ever-beloved "mayfly," just to feel your face get all warm and hear your tongue get tied up. It's one of the cutest things in the world to him, and it usually ends with him pulling you into a hug and laughing an apology into your neck, which he knows only makes it worse.

This man loves you SO MUCH! Even if your way of showing it is different from how he does it. That's one of the things that makes you special, and he adores you for it.

[imomisoplays]

Long story short

...I survived. Or at least, that's how the lyrics go. Hi again, tombler -- I guess?

Long story:

It's really long, so scroll down for the short version!

Earlier in the month, Tumblr wrongly terminated my previous blog at misoplays. It could come out as a funny accident if only it's (a) the first time this kind of termination happened to misoplays, and (b) Tumblr gracefully reinstate the blog again. I've waited for almost a month and sent two e-mails (they did say spamming e-mail would just push my request back on the queue) while keep trying to refresh the page every day, yet the result is the same "There's nothing here" page. That's that me depresso.

To elaborate further on point (a), the first time I decided to start a sims cooking blog, I created it under my OG e-mail address; the e-mail I used to apply for job etc. which also happened to be linked to my OG tumblr account. It's an old account that now acts like a Wayback Machine of memories for me, but as you know, if a blog is already linked to your e-mail, it will be your main blog, and any additional blog you create under that e-mail would act as side blogs. So, the OG misoplays started as a side blog. However, three posts in, the blog got wrongly terminated. I was sure I didn't break any rules, but maybe Tumblr thought my sudden activity in that ancient account was suspicious, which I could understand. So I sent a request to Tumblr, and the blog was reinstated in under two weeks. The blog first looked like this:

Understandably no one liked or reblogged me, and it was totally okay -- because once again, I just started and posted my first three posts.

When the OG misoplays blog was under, I created a new Tumblr account under my other e-mail address, this time the blog becomes my main blog. The username was misomain, because misoplays was unavailable (apparently, you can't use a username from a suspended/terminated blog) at that time. Misomain was a puny name, because 'main' means "a principal of others in the same kind" in English, but it also translates to "to play" in Indonesian. I quite like misomain, but I went back to misoplays the moment Tumblr reinstated that blog.

The blog you might be familiar with looked more or less like this, of course without the silly Squidward booty profile picture 🤣

Everything went smoothly for a couple of months until early November. To be honest it kinda gets blurry what I was trying to do, I think I was trying to change the password or something. Tumblr sent a verification e-mail, and when I clicked on the link, that fateful "There is nothing here" page appeared. It was at that moment I knew something is wrong. My blog got wrongly terminated for the second time.

I sent a request to get my blog reinstated, and as patient as I can be, I get more anxious as the days went. Another fact is that my blog got yeeted away right when I was about to post my Halloween party posts -- which you'll see later, is quite time-consuming to take pictures of. I stopped playing The Sims 4 because I was sad, mad and somehow bitter at the situation. I mean, tell me why it keeps happening to me, @staff? The only possible explanation (and I don't want to keep making excuses for Tumblr because duh) is because sometimes I use VPN and some other times I turned it off. And if that's so, I already sent e-mails explaining the situation -- so far receiving no reply. None; nada!

I didn't think I would recreate another blog; I was done with it. That's when I absent-mindedly tried to google "misoplays" and the search brought me to this post.

I'm not gonna lie, I choked up and almost shed a tear 🥹

To think that someone out there -- someone who I look up to! -- knows that misoplays is gone and is wondering where it is... Bro, the tears are right there. Thank you, @charlypancakes, your post really bring my spirit up. I decided that I will create another blog, and I will start posting again. From now on I'll diligently back everything up, so if Tumblr yeeted this blog, I'm gonna create another one. I'm gonna live up to that one popular Indonesian proverb: Mati satu tumbuh seribu -- for every thing that was lost, a replacement will appear.

This current blog's name imomisoplays is another play on word: In English, 'emo' would refer to the sad, emotional side of me after experiencing this termination (as I would tell my friends, I'm "currently on my emo phase" once again). But in Korean, the word 이모 (read as ee-mo) means "aunt". I'm an aunt myself, and maybe, with my sims cooking content, I can be that cool auntie on the internet, conquering one recipe at a time 💃

Short story:

Phew, you just saved yourself a whole sob story!

My old blog at misoplays got wrongly terminated earlier this month. Tumblr hasn't returned it yet, and I have long lost hope. I saw a hopeful post and realized that I still got that spirit to keep on posting, so I created this blog. I lost my following, my followers (all 20 of you, please know I appreciate each one of you!), and the drafts to my old posts (only managed to save some), but I would love to continue simblr-ing again as imomisoplays 🙇‍♀️

[terrarium-of-mistakes]

Thanks!

I love introducing my family members to Mumbo's perfectly circular pumpkin that crashed the server back in hermitcraft 5 (I haven't even watched hc5, I just learned about the incident through fanfics and then tracked down the episode it happened in)

[wtftaylr]

About Me

Taylor ◢ 25 ◢ Transmasc Butch he/she

What's up, I'm Taylor. I like making OCs + FCs, my main interests currently being Fallout New Vegas, Stardew Valley, and my OCs (Series: Doing it Wrong, Aedirha, and Gambling the Rose -- All are big WIPs bc I'm nothing if not scatterbrained lmao).

Tarantulas (and all bugs) are cool. Las Vegas is rad but I will never forgive them for demolishing the Tropicana (rip Tropicana).

Socials

Toyhou.se (I'm most active on Tumblr and Toyhou.se btw!)

Instagram

Bluesky

Linktree for other socials incl Cara, Sheezy.Art, Unvale, etc

@taylrwtf - Sideblog for Reblogs/etc

Commission & Art Trade Status, Tags, and Interests under the read more <3 Thanks for visiting my blog!! Be sure to smash that like button and subscribe for more,

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Art Status

Commissions: Status, Slots, + Prices can be viewed on Ko-Fi!! Art Trades: Ask! Trello Queue

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Tags (Huge WIP)

#my art #taylor's inbox - asks n stuff #wtf.txt - i do that talking stuff

#fallout

#sadie knox - courier six #benny gecko - hyperfixated on the funny rat pack man #sadie/benny - yeah #timmy-bob magnum - guy who sides with Caesar and trolls him over and over, but completely by accident. Cartoon villain’s incompetent sidekick.  #gully palmer - Chairmen OC, wants to run the Tops restaurant and Will kill to do it #jerry vasquez - self-dubbed world's worst Chairmen

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Fandoms & Interests

Games: Fallout (New Vegas primarily), Red Dead Redemption 2, Mouthwashing, Pokemon, Skyrim, Stardew Valley

Shows: Top Gear/The Grand Tour (will watch anything w Clarkson, May, & Hammond), King of the Hill

Books: Smoke Gets In Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty, Maria V. Snyder's Study Series (especially the first book, Poison Study. Chef's kiss)

Music: Van Halen, David Lee Roth, Rammstein, Atomic Life, Chappell Roan, L'Impératrice, Lindemann, Flogging Molly, Rainbow, The Kinks, The Pogues, Gotye, Sabrina Carpenter, and many many many many many many more. I listen to all types of things

Youtube: Caitlin Doughty, Game Grumps, Safiya Nygaard, RTGame, penguinz0, CallMeKevin (and many many many more but these are the primary channels i watch <3)

Internet Things: SCP Foundation, Mystery Flesh Pit National Park

[lostdrarryfics]

THE BIG FIND 2023: Day 1

The Big Find is a 10-day long Drarry fic-finding marathon to celebrate the blog’s anniversary. Below is the Day 1 compilation of lost fics, both old and new, that we’ve been unable to find. Our aim is to get as much attention to these lost fics as possible, to help people finally find their missing fics! Anyone can participate by reblogging, reading through each list, providing additional fic details, and informing us the title, author, or link of a fic, and their respective number in the comment section. Happy finding!

1.1 It’s a fic where after Draco is sentenced to live in muggle world and Draco first works in a cofee shop and then in a pharmaceutical company formed by a witch. then on a full moon day he suddenly turns into a werewolf and then with bill helps him adjust, and then he becomes potions professor meanwhile Harry adopts teddy and becomes defence professor and Harry magic goes haywire

1.2 it has Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Harry but the main scene is basically just Draco and Harry in the Room of Requirement. Premise is that Harry had been using magic to glamour himself to cover up the signs or the Dursley’s abuse FOREVER so no one has actually seen what he looks like. Somehow I think Ron and Hermione convince Harry to let someone in so he decides to show Draco who he’s dating what he actually looks like and Draco is so shocked/aghast Harry thinks he’s disgusted and one of them (though i don’t remember who) runs away back to the dorm and Harry is deeply upset. I believe it’s relatively short (2-10k?) and i feel like it’s 2-3 chapters or parts but could be wrong. It’s probably AO3 but slight possibility it was FFN (HIGHLY unlikely tho). If it is AO3 then unfortunately it’s not tagged for any of the things i listed.

1.3 Harry and Draco were out with Teddy, and they ran into Neville who questioned Harry about Draco and their relationship. I believe it was winter. There’s another scene that I can remember and I don’t know if I’m conflating two different fics but there’s a scene where Harry and Draco are shopping in muggle London and they’re looking at weird shirts and they run into Vernon who makes some homophobic slurs.

FOUND! 1.4 I’m looking for a fic that was on ao3. Draco is some sort of an artist, not sure if professionally or simply something he pursues as a hobby for his healing. Writer or painter maybe. He has a mentor who tells him to go a retreat by the seaside in a little hotel which he does and he runs into Harry by accident. Harry is overall happy and open to him, but Draco has a lot of anger towards him I think. They start a dom/sub relationship, Draco being the dom, taking pleasure out of humiliating Harry. Towards the end there’s a scene where he makes Harry suck off a stranger in a bars bathroom or maybe the stranger sucks Harry off while Draco watches. But I think this is a where Harry has enough because ultimately he only wants Draco. It’s a happy end if I remember well.

1.5 i read this fic on ao3 it was unfinished and a muggle au. harry works at an office (I think) where he is the boss and he meets Draco at a bar. Jily is still dead so Halloween is hard for him. He also dated Cedric I think and Cedric died. Draco helps bartend with Theo, and Draco is dressed like a cat cause of Halloween. Draco then gets assaulted and harry punches the guy. after that they hangout in Harry’s car.

1.6 Draco and Harry had a one night stand (I think?) and Draco gets pregnant, he doesn’t tell Harry and then leaves the baby with him once it’s born, Harry didn’t know that he is the father but keeps the baby. Said baby gets sick and the treatment involves the father so he publishes about it in the Prophet and ask the baby’s dad to please show up. Draco does and had some test done, they start the treatment and Harry asks him to stay.

FOUND! 1.7 been looking for this fic for a long time. i think draco is some sort of healer in the fic and harry always come to him injured and he helps patch him up also they’re close friends and by the end of the fic they go to ginny’s quidditch match and the gang helps them realise they have feeling for each other?

1.8 I believe it was on AO3 but I could be wrong, I think it was a number of fics in a series but it could have been chapters but I’m fairly sure it was complete. It was set post-war, Harry had become an Auror and was apparating home from an alley while buzzed. There was a line about how the whores don’t hit on him anymore because he never takes them home? He hears a weird noise and his magic automatically sobers him up. The noise is Draco, who got kicked out by parents and got roofied. Harry rescues him, I think Draco passes out? and then Harry is annoyed because his buzz is gone and he has to deal with this. The second fic (or chapter) opens from Draco’s POV. He’s looking around the bedroom he’s in and he figures out it’s the old Black house because of the furniture and that Harry must have rescued him but taken him home instead of the hospital. He decides to seduce Harry and he’s able to conjure like a mirror and brush? and there’s a line about how this is the only spell he’s able to do wordlessly/wandlessly? I think the POV then switches to Harry and there’s a line about how Draco has managed to get like a single ray of light from the curtains to fall on him perfectly. Harry is aware he’s being seduced but he’s into it. Then I think the next chapter has Harry confronting the Malfoy parents about how they’re going to get married and they’re not going to hyphenate names, Draco is going to take his last name. The final fic is maybe from Lucius pov (or narcissa?) Draco threw Harry a really big birthday party and reveals he’s pregnant which causes Lucius to faint? And there’s a line about how the baby has brought both Harry and Lucius to their knees.

FOUND! 1.9 harry tells draco that he wants to wait until theyre eight years into their relationship to get married so that hed have spent more time loving him than hating him before they tie the knot

1.10 auror fic where Draco and Harry have to work together to arrest some child abuser and learn about each other’s past. I don’t remember if they were in relationships or it was drarry but the focus was the work in the auror force and their building relationship.

1.11 major plot point is ginny and Molly Weasley being behind some sort of plot and eventually are imprisoned. I know Ron is an ass for much of the fic, hermione helps solve a case or problem with Harry and involves draco. Not a lot much else I recall fic is not The Haunting of Harry Potter by Alexandria_ofCiro

1.12 was either 1 or 2 chapters, it was on ffnet. Set in the eighth year. The plot is somewhat similar to the show/manga “boys over flowers”. Also Draco was being bullied due to receiving a howler (I think, sorry it’s been a long time since I’ve read it) Neville has an unrequited crush on Draco and they are friends.

1.13 takes place in the eighth year but some of it also takes place after the war but before the eighth year. Draco receives an inheritance from a high ranking Veela who died which made him a Veela. Most of what I remember takes place before he goes back to hogwarts and is basically him learning how to be a Veela and stuff

FOUND! 1.14 Draco cursing his family name (Malfoy) because he wants to feel pain each time someone says it to it. So i think the fic starts with Draco working as a cafe barista in the human world and harry walks into the shop and calls him Malfoy, so the curse is kinda unlocked and Draco gets sick so he has to stay under surveillance in Harry’s house 

[starz1986]

didn't you have another false termination mishap a while ago? or am i remembering wrong? i swear i remember something bad happening to a past blog you had too. either way, it's ridiculous that your blog was terminated. you had great theories! at least they'll live on in the reblogs of other people, so they aren't lost forever :)

the very first time i signed up with google on tumblr was around 2023 and the blog was star-1986, and that one was accidently deactivated due to me testing out a sideblog, and seeing if i could delete the sideblog, and it turns out if you delete a side blog it also deletes your main blog, and so i recreated my account using google and made star1986, and it was fine,

that was the one with the theories, and oc sideblogs and stuff then in may 15 2025 that one was wrongly terminated, and so i had to get a new email account since i was no longer able to log in using google, and created THIS blog starz1986 signing up with a tutamail account.

also i learned that the limit to how many followers users can follow a day is 200, and then it resets at midnight. tumblr needs to get it together, and do better, and stop falsely terminating accounts, and make following blogs unlimited instead of 200 a day. allow users to follow as many blogs as they want. thanks for the ask and the compliment 🤗😊

[theswiftheartsystem]

(New!) The Swift Heart System Introduction💙

cw: syscourse, and general discourse.

Basic Information:

Collective Name: Refer to us as Swift Heart if not sure!

Collective Pronouns: They/Them, or Ask!

Collective Gender: Pangender, GenderFluid, and genders along that spectrum are all okay with us 👍

We are white, afab and American, keep in mind our perspective is based around our personal experience, and what we have learned about.

Alter Count at the moment: Around 400, but we are aware it’s more, we don’t really care much about alter count all things considered lol.

Host: As of now, none! Even when we have one it isn’t very long!

Origin: Traumagenic

Disorders that we have: DID (what this blog is mainly about), BPD, Autism, C-PTSD, GAD, and possibly OCD (although we would lie to discuss it with a therapist/psychiatrist beforehand for personal comfort!)

Extra: We are Pro-Endo!!!! Although we cannot stop you from interacting if you are anti-endo, We kindly request you please just block us and move on if you have a problem with that.

About Us:

Why are we pro-endo?: When we were first discovering our system we were desperate to be “real enough” and accepted. Although the first system we discussed plurality with was pro-endo, they left the internet shortly after we opened up, and this lead us to being around sysmeds. To prove ourselves we purposely forced ourselves to remember trauma which put us in a worse position mentally. It took a long time, but through working to accept ourselves, we realized how bigoted we were being, which lead us to question a lot of things, such as our beliefs on endogenic plurality. Although we have gone a long way, some of our alters do not agree with us because it got so drilled into our mind that “endogenic systems are somehow just traumagenic and don’t remember” (which is a incredibly misinformed and harmful.)

What do we plan to talk about on this blog?: Really whatever we feel like! We may talk about Syscourse, plural positivity, advice from personal experience, our trauma, special interests and hyperfixations, ect. If we want to talk about it we probably will. (Although we always try to put the proper trigger and content warnings, and if we miss one by accident please tell us so we can add it as soon as possible!)

How to contact us/ask us a question: DMs are normally open unless a situation is happening! Along with that, feel free to use the ask me anything button, comment section on posts, or reblogs!

Mistakes on post: If we make a mistake, please inform us! We are always open to editing post (and do quite a bit), and we aren’t perfect, and especially if we say something bigoted, please correct us we are always open to learning about these topics, and acknowledge that we are privileged in certain ways. We would rather delete a long post we worked hard on if it is harmful then keep it up and go “wellll- it doesn’t affect me personally”

What are we “Pro” on:

We are obviously pro-endo!

We are pro self help. Although we think therapy is beneficial in many ways, not everyone can get a good therapist, wether that’s for financial reasons, none near you, or ableism, racism, sexism, ect in the medical/mental health field. Also it can benefit everyone to learn new coping mechanisms! (Please see a doctor if you are ill! You can only help yourself so much! We do not condone refusing to see doctors when you need to!!!

We are pro self diagnosing! (Just please do proper research before so, and even if it turns out you where wrong, you aren’t faking unless you actively attempt to fake.)

We are pro neopronouns and xenogenders!

People with villainized disabilities and/or mental disorders!

What are we “anti” on:

The trans-Id community. We don’t talk about this on this blog due to a lot of these people in this community being children, although we think what they are doing is dangerous and harmful, We would rather not direct harassment towards children. That being said, please do not harass anyone. (Also wanting to add, we are not anti-BIID, BIID is a completely separate thing.)

Bigotry.

”Narcissistic/Borderline/ect abuse” People with personality disorders can be abusive like anyone else can, but the idea of “[PD] abuse” is just to villainies those with Personality Disorders. This stops making sense when you change the disorder. (Example: “Post-Traumatic abuse” this sounds over the top, but we have legitimately seen someone say this.)

Ending:

Thanks for reading! Have a nice day, and remember you are doing great.