#ambie got tagged

[rosenfey]

⊱ tagged by @thanekrios, @lucaanis, @hawkefamily, @zahra-hydris and @riddlerosehearts a while ago; I am notoriously late at tag games but thank you for the tag! ♡

last song: the hideout by nick roder, from the excellent roadwarden soundtrack - one of my absolute favourite games of all time. you should play it.

last book: dragon age: tevinter nights. currently reading that one, but the last book I have finished reading before that was the wonder by emma donoghue (and it still haunts me today)

last movie: your favourite cop out answer: I don't really watch movies

last show: taskmaster new zealand season 2 rewatch

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury!

last thing i googled: hardware store near me :o)

current obsession(s): my emmrich x faerene longfic is all I think about. I have also started playing guild wars 2 again so that's there too.

looking forward to: going to the park hopefully sometime very soon!!!! I miss being around trees. I have also ordered some cute stickers and washi tape for my journal and a pink typewriter keyboard to help me get back to editing my writing on a pc (I write on paper a lot), so I have been very giddy waiting for pakig. >:3c

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[skelly-bean]

I love the character I’ve made for baldurs gate 3 SO. MUCH!

I feel like there is so much going on with them visually but I don’t even care they’re amazing

I also love the guardian I made a lot too - definitely put way less time into making her but I was so tired of overthinking in character creation haha

[pinkfey]

how you see yourself ｡*.♡

i was tagged by the beloved @rosenfey to do this cute lil meme; tysm ambie!! mwah!! i’m self conscious right now so i’m just going to tag anyone and everyone who sees this!! do it RIGHT NEOW >:3

character ➳ this is well known, but i've felt a profound connection to padmé since i was a child. it's not out of relatability, though, it’s from a deep understanding. (LET THE RECORD SHOW I JUST DELETED A BIG ASS RANT RATTLING OFF THE THINGS I LOVE ABT HER CHARACTER BC IT GOT SO LONG I WOULD’VE NEEDED A READ MORE 😭). i just.. i love her!! i love her. i love her and i’m the only one who gets her.

style ➳ no one is a monolith, but i do gravitate towards softer, more feminine looks. many dresses and skirts in my wardrobe :3 though it is ofc not limited to just that

object ➳ so, earrings are perhaps an odd choice here, but i wanted something to represent my clutter bug!! i love collecting little bits of miscellany, earrings included (and these are very my style; i adore pearls and cute “busy” looking items), because i’m a purveyor of all things meant to make my heart glow a little softer <3

place ➳ i'm a cali baby until i die. i struggled to pick one sole place, so i chose the whole state because it truly is so important to me. it's not just sf and the bay area (my home), but the redwood forests to the east and the beach towns down south and wine country to the north. california's pre and post-colonial history is rich and vast and bits of its geographical beauty have survived in incredible ways. and, despite all of the flaws of this godforsaken state, the cultures here have worth. there are merits and there are good people, you just have to care, and because of that, i don’t think i’ll ever want leave. i don't jump ship because work is simply hard; i want california to be what i know it can be.

animal ➳ otters are my favorite animal, we know this, but too many people have affirmed me as a cocker spaniel/cavalier spaniel over the years, so i had to include it. i think it's the hair texture and general air of prancing about?? i am simply a little lady idk what to tell u!!

song ➳ i chose i'm your man by mitski,,,, 👀👀 i'm in the song, just not as singer’s the point of view, if you catch my meaning. men ruined my life but whatever.

job ➳ though office and archival work is my calling (i was born to organize and file and push trolleys of books and boxes and sit on the computer and be a little secretary), part of me will always feel that being a childcare worker is integral to who i am. i mean, i did it for so many years i loved teaching, i loved nannying, i loved early childhood education studies. i loved being miss jasmine :]

food ➳ burritos are my favorite food ever, but i chose the petit fours because, well, it's me!! it feels like me!! little cakes served on dainty platters accompanied by a sweet drink?? bite sized flavors of rose or chocolate or matcha or vanilla or lavender or raspberry and and and???? exactly. teensy and sweet and delicate and perfect.

color ➳ pink, forever and always. the pink i used for this edit is more vibrant than my favorite shade of pink (blush), but pink is pink so i'm okay with it <33

[shenenenigans]

[PUBLIC] INTERVIEW WITH 030219, TOP STUDENT of ANAKT Garden, and PRIZED PET HUMAN of Guardian Noct

REMEMBER! bold pink text is sirius, not regular pink text. crossed out words are spoken, but edited out in the public interview.

@4listr @bluemoonscape @aakaneeee @rockwgooglyeyes @apriciticreveries @pwippy @nottoonedin @paradisedisconcert @starry-skiez APOLOGIES IF I FORGET TO TAG YOU EVER BY THE WAY…

Please introduce yourself.

Hello, my name is Sirius, and I am very thankful to be here today. When I was selected as an Outstanding Student, I remember feeling quite confident. Now that I’m number one, it truly feels like a dream. I look forward to our conversation… Interviewer Ambys.

How does it feel to be named Top Student of the 40th ANAKT Garden? Are you proud?

I personally think it is a great honor. I’m very appreciative of those who have allowed me to climb up to this point in my education. Including my seniors that have since graduated, and my brother who had tragically passed when I was a child. My guardian, Noct, has also taught me so much. He is a very good teacher, so it’s really no wonder I’ve gotten this far, haha.

I hear you have an innate ability to create new life from those who are deceased. Do you have anything to say on that?

Ah, yes. That is true. I make sure to take care of the recently deceased’s bodies well, and it’s quite beautiful to see new life cultivated from the hollow shell of flesh. These poor people, given their untimely deaths, deserve a new chance at living. I do this by turning them into plants, maybe animals if I believe it suits them better. I’ve gotten into contact with a few segyein who work with the dead bodies in ALNST, and I’ve gotten access to them. Do you remember Ellie? The contestant who was assassinated? Poor girl. I turned her decaying body into a bouquet of beautiful red roses. Her guardian is quite pleased with me. I think of this new life as an evolved form of cremation. Unlike the gloominess of being created from ash and returning to ash, people who are saved by me after their deaths are created from ash, and bloomed into something lovely.

Do your classmates know about your endeavors?

Well, the previous question will be the first they’re most likely hearing of this. I don’t usually talk about this kind of stuff at the garden.

Can you talk about your background, where you come from?

…

May I ask who submitted this question?

Submissions are anonymous.

I apologize, but I will not be answering the question about my past. It makes me extremely uncomfortable to discuss such topics. But if you must now, I did not always have such wealth as I do today.

Sirius. Answer the question.

I got you here, Ambys. You will not force me to do anything. I know what makes you tick. I know how to dismantle your healing factor. You are under my control, and this is final.

Very well then. How do you feel about entering in the Alien Stage competition against your peers?

I’m not scared. Even if I don’t win, I’ll live on in the plants I plan for Noct to grow from my body.

What is your daily schedule?

Hm. I’d rather not give specific times as it changes depending on the needs of my classes and test subjects. Usually, I wake rather early to study, and when I finish I begin checking on my subjects to make sure everything is in order. I make sure my room is completely spotless every day. I cannot stand dirt or grime. I arrive early to most classes, and I actually take care to remotely view my specimens at home. I try to keep a good balance of my personal activities and my real classes. I try not to wake my roommate, really, but in all honesty I sometimes fail at that. My days are simple and rather repetitive, but that’s what I enjoy most.

How skilled would you say you are at magic tricks? It is your special talent, after all.

Very. Magic is all about diverting attention as well as grabbing it. “Trick” is in the name, of course. Magic is about distraction. It is an art to be mastered. Would you like to see something silly?

[SIRIUS grabs a tiny photo card of themself from inside their pocket.]

Look.

[With a flick of the wrist, the photo card turns into red flower petals.]

Isn’t that nice? Hehe, thank you for having me, Interviewer Ambys. It’s very nice to have you back after your brief… hiatus. If you could call it that.

Really, it would be such a shame if you went away again. You were quite honorable.

Next time you interview me, don’t ask me pointless questions I won’t answer. I’ll grow vines out of your bone marrow and make you chew on them.

… It was a pleasure having you, Sirius. Thank you.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

I've seen your face before, my friend, but I don't know if you know who I am

by HMSLusitania

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Mike Wheeler, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Barbara "Barb" Holland, Karen Wheeler, Wayne Munson Additional Tags: Fix It, technically an everyone lives AU, Post Season 5 (spec), Post canon, post time travel, Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, referenced period typical homophobia, Background slowburn Ronance, Steve Harrington Has a Bisexual Awakening, Everyone has so much trauma, Outsider POV (but the outsider is Eddie), in Hawkins the found family finds you Words: 26,952 Chapters: 4/4

Summary

At the end of it all, to fix everything, the Hawkins crew had to go back to 1983 and prevent the first gate from ever opening. After that, they've got a chance to lead normal lives -- from November 1983 onward. OR Waking up to find out the government had busted a bunch of experimented-on kids out of Hawkins Lab over the weekend is somehow not the strangest thing that happens in Eddie Munson's junior year. No, that's a toss up between being reverse-adopted by a party of middle schoolers and the fact Steve Harrington won't stop staring at him.

[spectordameron]

I was tagged by the always sweet @rosenfey to share my desktop wallpaper, thank you ambie ♡ this promo art has been a mainstay since I got this computer last year pretty much with a few exceptions that didn't last long — unfortunately it cuts off Chewbacca's head, but I can't do much about that.

tagging any of my lovely mutuals & followers who might want to do this!

[mistressoftheforest]

Hi my name is Jane/Dina/Lucifer/Canine/Kate/Seraph and I use all pronouns and I’m a boygirl.I’m bi aroace Ambi and I’m not going to debate on my sexuality.im autistic and got several disorders. I love anything horror especially creepypasta.I love talking about psychology and angels.I have a huge hyper fixation on religion and the occult rn.you can always ask me stuff im totally fine with it . I do headcanon asks and ship asks just no nsfw pls. I’m taken by my gf Sophie

My Carrd: https://cryoffearfan.carrd.co

I am a fickin,otherkin,Theiran,and system ^_^

My crp ask blog: @ask-eyeless-j4ck

My tags are Jane doe rambles for rambles

Simon’s reblogs for reblogs

Sadie’s asks for well asks

And canine’s promotions for promotions ^w^

[ambivalentcats]

Oh my god, ambi noooooo. I didn't know jjk leaks was a tag or even a thing and I got so spoiled by that post 😭😭😭 not blaming you, but nooooooo

I FORGOR TO RESPOND TO THIS I’M SORRYYYYYYYYY I DIDN’T MEAN TO

[anony-man]

@train-fans-anonymous your tags are literally the best thing ever 😭😭 lmao I got a kick out of them, I love it. Gonna try to get some Texaid stuff out again soon, but ughhh finals come first I guess. Working on a lil something something for an Amby/Aid thing with a *hint* of Texaid though, so that’ll have to act as an appetizer or something lol

Me over here clogging First Aid and Vortex tags with Texaid shit every few days

I wonder if people get tired of me posting texaid content… probably not, right?

[corcedo]

Come back home to me pls

IM LITERALLY SLEEPING IN MY CAR I CANT EVEN GO TO MY ACTUAL HOME RN??

[lostintranslaation]

tell me about You are made of marble!!!!! -ambivalentmarvel

YES OKAY SO BASICALLY this fic is just all of my love and devotion being poured out for Natasha and the whole Russian gang and it kinda doubles as my predictions for the bw movie? Here’s a lil snippet handpicked just for u

Ask me about my WIPS!

[penisdungeon]

🧄

[henqtic]

sleep talk . . . big chop

word count: 303

“would you still love me if i went bald ?” you whispered to the boy laying on your chest, who you’d assume was dead asleep if it wasn’t for the soft brush his lips on one of your breast ever other ten seconds or so.

he paused his movements at your question, sluggishly dragging up his head to meet your eyes as if his neck wasn’t functioning.

“you wanna big chop again ?”

“no that’s different, i’m talking mr.clean type of bald— ”

“who’s that?”

“oh right. he’s the face of this muggle cleaning brand, he’s bald. like dipped in oil shiny bald, not a speck of hair on his head,” you clarified the character to clear his confused expression you couldn’t see through the pitch black darkness of his room.

“oh.”

“oh ?”

“i mean, no then, because then you’d get mad at me when i have the urge to slap it, and that takes the fun out of it,” he joked, suddenly a little more awake as he let out a rasped laugh, only growing as you lightly pushed his head off of your lower body in annoyance.

surprisingly, not putting up much of fight when he got just enough sleep diluted strength to lift himself completely up, turning you off of your back and onto your side so that he could wrap his arms loosely around your body —  face digging into the crook of your neck to breathe in the lotion you put on a few minutes ago.

“don’t be upset please, i adore you love, you could shave a square into the middle of your head and i’d still love you.”

“that’s sounds encrypted freddie, you play any form of that prank on me and i will break up with you,” you threatened with not much intent behind it, soon drifting into sleep.

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#5

Amby!!!!! It’s so good to see you!!! How are you love??

Hey babe!!! I always miss ya'll when I do my little disappearing acts. Ugh. I'm okay. Life is still lifin, but you know how that is.....

How are you?????

@cocoamoonmalfoy

7 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#4

😒😒😒😒😒 I see some things never change on this damn site

13 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#3

updates.

Don't remember the last time I shared some things, but I got my counselor license at the top of this year, so I'm a licensed professional counselor in my state! Working on certifications on child and adolescent trauma as well as a neuropsychological treatment approach to anxiety. I'm going to apply for my next (and final) license which would allow me to open my own private practice (which is the goal) in August of next year. I also got a car, her name is dulce. She's the babe. Uhhhh got formally diagnosed with PCOS, and that's been kicking my ass in so many ways, so that sucks. Been working on a writing project for a minute now, but I can't talk about it cause it's not just mine. Anddddd......I've been reading more and playing sims on Saturdays. Oh! I'm also only gonna be working Monday through Thursday starting the 3rd week of August, so hopefully that will free up some time.

Probably more, but I won't bore folks.

19 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

#2

Black Panther 2 was a masterpiece, and I am emotional.

Expect a one shot sometime tonight.

84 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Easy | T'Challa Udaku

A/N: My god, BP2 was such an emotional ride. This is a product of all of the emotions I'm still reeling from. I have not written for BP in probably a year+, so I apologize for the rustiness.

Warnings: ANGST.

Words: 3K

You can find my other works HERE.

++++++++++++DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER++++++++++++

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Loving him was easy. 

Maybe too easy.

Maybe things would have been easier if he wasn’t so easy. So easy to admire, so easy to be drawn to, so easy to feel an ungodly amount of love and adoration for. 

But maybe that was just T’Challa. With his beautiful smile and brilliant mind, few paths seemed to lead to some place loveless. He was the embodiment of attraction, from the way he spoke, to the way he conducted himself, to the way he loved.

Yeah….easy seemed to be unavoidable. 

A small smile makes its way to your face as you reminisce on your first meeting all those years ago. 

“Would you just tell me already?”

Nakia simply looks over at you with that same bored yet tempted expression. “And ruin the surprise? Never.”

She laughs, clearly amused by your frustration, by the lack of patience for which you’ve still struggled to fully comprehend. 

You’d just completed your War Dog training and had been assigned to Nakia, to shadow her on a few missions and prove that you were ready for your own assignment. It was a perfect partnership, as Nakia matched your wit and sense of humor, both of which had definitely gotten you in trouble more times than you’d like to admit.

“How about a hint?”

“How about no?”

Your eyes narrowed as you nudged her. “You are enjoying this.”

“Somewhat,” she admits. You share another look before giggling together when a firm voice from behind interrupts your moment. 

“Forgive me, ladies.”

“You are not forgiven,” your response is natural and instantaneous, a small smirk playing on your face. “Matter of fact, you should know better than to sneak on two lad–” The smirk drops and your ridicule is cut short by the dark eyes and curious gaze of the crowned prince who stands before you. 

If Nakia was amused before, she was delighted now. You can feel her eyes still focused on you as she bumps you with her hip. “Y/N, you didn’t finish your statement. How rude.”

Your glare could burn two holes into the princess as she shakes her head and returns her focus onto Prince T’Challa. 

“Yes, T’Challa?” It’s in the most random, unexpected moments that you remember while Nakia is your friend, she is also royalty. Perhaps it’s something you should commit to memory, especially given how you’ve just completely disregarded all protocol for the future ruler of Wakanda. 

Finally able to pick your eyeballs off the ground, you find that T’Challa’s gaze is pinpointed on you. “Nakia is correct. It is improper to finish your statement…..”

He trails off, and you realize he’s searching for your name. Slightly dejected and still embarrassed, you answer, hastily adding a “your grace” onto the end. For good measure and respect.

He simply makes a sound before repeating your name. It feels so strange hearing your name on his mouth, strange but also….right. Shifting your stance, you’re thankful when he finally reirects his focus to Nakia. Memory of what was said between them was lost years ago, but the initial butterflies in your stomach upon your first meeting have always stayed with you. 

You pray to Bast they always will. 

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330 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

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[themirokai]

When Mystrade Met Rinch

Ok so @ambi-apocalypse got me to watch Person of Interest, and apparently I've now gotten @musicismagic-writes to watch it. And previously the ship that the three of us had in common was Mystrade. So this Mystrade to Rinch party gave me crossover thoughts, but those crossover thoughts would be a much more ambitious story than I'm actually ever going to write, so I figured I'd just post my plot bunny/outline here. If anyone wants to adopt this and actually write it into a story, have at it, but please let me know if you post it!

Most of it under the cut cause it's kinda long...

Finch and Reese are working a number and figure out that the dude is a freelance assassin. He’s clearly the perp but for some reason they’re not able to take him out, so they’re trying to figure out who his next target is.

Mycroft is in New York for a meeting at the UN. Greg, his husband, has decided to tag along and make a holiday of it.

Reese figures out that Assassin is surveilling this tall British dude with fancy suits and an umbrella. Reese suggests that Finch should talk to him about vests in order to get close to him. Finch informs Reese that the gentleman is wearing a waistcoat, not a vest. “When the garment is the third part of a three-piece suit it is referred to as a waistcoat.”

“See?” Reese says, “you can talk to him about fancy clothes stuff and then casually work your way around to why he’s being stalked by an assassin.”

After some digital digging…

“Ah, there he is,” Finch says. “His name is Mycroft Holmes. Looks like he’s a bureaucrat in the Department for Transportation.”

“That doesn’t add up, Finch. What’s a small time transportation guy doing at the UN? And he looks like his clothing budget rivals yours.”

“Maybe civil servants are better compensated across the pond? Or maybe he has inherited wealth?”

“Can’t you find out?”

“No. He’s remarkably off the grid.”

Reese realizes that Mycroft has a badass security detail. So what’s a well-dressed mid-level bureaucrat doing at the UN protected by a security detail? And why would the Machine give them the number of an assassin who’s trying to kill him if that security detail was up to the challenge? Something something, they figure out that the Assassin or whoever hired him has bribed/infiltrated/compromised/whatever the security detail.

Reese goes in. POW POW fight scene. Reese incapacitates like 3 dudes who were protecting Mycroft. So that leaves Mycroft and Greg.

“Listen to me very carefully,” Mycroft says, making eye contact with Reese, “there are 4 things this could be about. None of them require my husband’s involvement. You will let him go at once -“

“Sod off, Mycroft, I’m not leaving you!”

“But,” Mycroft continues, ignoring Greg, “if you harm a single hair on his head,” here he draws the sword from his umbrella, “I will open you from chin to groin.”

“Mr. Holmes I promise you I will - is that a sword?”

“A sharp one. And I assure you that I am quite good with it.”

“Did you pull it out of an umbrella?”

Mycroft barely restrains his eye roll. “Do keep up.” He turns to Greg. “Gregory, kindly go and phone Anthea and give her code gamma orange 6.”

Reese convinces Mycroft that his security was compromised by Assassin. Reese is happy to let Greg go but wants to protect both of them and cautions them against making any phone calls that could tip Assassin off.

Mycroft digests all this and then tells Reese that he wants to talk to the person in Reese’s ear. Finch agrees and they get on the phone.

“Everyone in your government is too frightened of me - appropriately - to try anything like this,” Mycroft starts off. “Your associate is former CIA but has left that employment and now has a wealthy benefactor. Your operation is quite small and so it stands to reason that the wealthy benefactor is also the person calling the shots. Who are you?”

“I’m someone with accurate information and a desire to use it to prevent harm, Mr. Holmes.”

They talk. Game recognizes game. Mycroft knows that the Americans wanted the Machine after 9/11 and has now deduced that they have it and Finch has access to it. Mycroft decides he can trust Finch and Reese and lets Reese take them to a safe house while they wait for Anthea to assemble and send a clean security detail. Reese asks if they’re sure Anthea hasn’t been compromised. Greg laughs a lot.

On the way to the safe house…

“So about that umbrella,” Reese says, looking at Mycroft in the rear view mirror. Mycroft raises an eyebrow in response. “Can anyone buy one or is it an MI6 thing?”

“If Gregory and I make it out of this situation unharmed, I would be happy to contact the purveyor on your behalf, Mr. Reese. Though I will say that this sort of weapon doesn’t seem your style.”

“Oh, it wouldn’t be for me,” Reese says with a smile. He touches his ear. “I know what I’m getting you for Christmas, Finch.”

“Mr. Reese-“

“It’s a weapon that isn’t a gun and doesn’t need to be walked!”

“Actually, it’s also a gun,” Mycroft says.

“Shh, he doesn’t like guns.”

“Walked?” Greg asks.

“Already got him a dog. But sometimes the dog is with me.”

They get to the safe house but Greg and Reese are both restless. Making sure Mycroft is safe is good, but actually stopping Assassin would be better. Greg wants to use himself as bait to lure out Assassin, then have Reese get him. Mycroft Does Not Approve. Finch trusts Reese’s judgment. Reese calls in Carter for backup. Carter and Greg hit it off immediately. Mycroft recognizes Carter as a consummate professional who has - in his opinion - a more appropriate level of risk tolerance than Greg or Reese. He, still grudgingly, gives his approval for the Greg as Bait plan.

The plan works! Assassin is captured. Reese says he can take Assassin to a Mexican prison. Mycroft has other plans that involve an inescapable prison on an island. Anthea’s team arrives and takes custody of Assassin for transport to Sherrinford.

Finch and Mycroft have a conversation. Finch is concerned that someone with Mycroft’s position and resources knows about them and the Machine and his access to it (however limited). Finch is worried that Mycroft is going to want a version of the Machine for London. Mycroft assures Finch that while he respects what Finch has accomplished, the Machine is not his style and he prefers getting his intelligence the old fashioned way. He also has no intention of compromising Finch and Reese, but he would like to be able to call them up from time to time. Finch agrees as long as he can call Mycroft when needed. Greg tells Carter that if she ever wants to move to London, he’s got a spot for her at the Met.

They part ways amicably… until next time.

[megalony]

After the show

This is a Harry Styles imagine that I hope everyone is going to enjoy, feedback is always appreciated.

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Summary: Harry and (Y/n) finish up a show and he helps her when she doesn’t feel very well.

Enjoy.

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With a sigh of utter relief, (Y/n) moved her hand to rub at her neck where a particular muscle was beginning to tighten like it was on a string that was being tightened.

The heels of her shoes clicked against the metal stairs she descended down, trying to hurry and get herself to the dressing room and change before it was time to disappear from this venue and get some much needed sleep. She couldn't have been more thankful that there was no meet and greet after this particular concert, in fact, a lot of the shows on this tour didn't have a meet and greet after the show and it was a God-send to (Y/n). As much as the fans meant to her, the concerts always took every ounce of energy and reserves she had left and trying to keep up the act of pretending to be okay wouldn't be easy after a concert.

It took all (Y/n) had not to grimace and groan in discomfort when the tightening feeling in her neck spread up until it spiralled around her jaw that was becoming very tense as of late. The aching in her jaw felt like someone was hacking away at the bone with a hammer, chipping little pieces off and causing (Y/n) the most pain but also drawing that pain out to make it last.

The ending of the concert couldn't have come soon enough for her liking. Being out there performing to the crowds was something she knew she wanted to do for the rest of her life because it was everything (Y/n) ever wanted. But doing this for the rest of her life didn't seem like a possibility when finishing this current tour was turning into a difficult task in itself.

When (Y/n) turned a sharp left corner and headed into the dressing room backstage she just caught sight of Harry following her and she shivered at the sympathetic look she could see in his eyes.

The pair had been doing this joint tour for two months now and Harry could never quite seem to be able to overcome the sadness that washed through him whenever he saw the pain (Y/n) went through. When he saw her coming off stage looking like she was about to cry from pain was not something he thought he would ever have to witness. It made Harry sad that doing the job she loved gave her so much pain because if singing gave him half as much pain as it did her, he wouldn't know if it was truly worth it.

Harry had done many tours so he knew how much they could take out of a person. He knew it took a lot of energy to go on stage for two hours and dance and sing and be happy and try to interact with everyone. But he didn't know how (Y/n) did it when she had a muscle disease that made singing painful after a while.

(Y/n) had muscular dystrophy which affected the muscles and it made them weak and deteriorate and it affected her heart too. The type she had was affecting her upper back, neck and face first and it would spread in years to come. Knowing it spread very slowly over time didn't help (Y/n) when the disease had gone for her neck and face first which affected her career. She could still speak properly, she could sing, she could move her head and her neck and jaw perfectly. But the disease made her affected muscles tense and pained because they were growing weak and it meant that singing hurt after a while.

The rushes of adrenaline and the music and crowds didn't help her heart either but (Y/n) couldn't quit. Music was her life and performing was what she loved and was good at, in a few years time it might not be a possibility anymore and so she needed to make the most of it now whilst she still could.

"Are you okay?" Harry tried to keep his tone light as he entered the dressing room behind her before shutting the door so no one else would come in or hover around like the crew sometimes did.

He watched (Y/n) look around for some clothes to change into and he almost felt bad for asking but he couldn't help it. She looked like the pain was worse tonight and he wanted to make sure she was okay and see if there was anything he could do to help. They had been a couple for a few months now and it was very clear to Harry from the beginning that (Y/n) didn't like admitting when her condition was flaring up or starting to get her down. He had to guess when she was trying to hide it and wear her down until she finally talked to him and let him help any way he could.

"I'm okay, just want to get back to the hotel."

"You can say if you're in pain you know. Two and a half hours of that surely can't feel amazing." Harry changed his shirt before his eyes locked with (Y/n) who looked like she wanted to admit how much pain she was in but was deciding against it.

She had to put on a mask when on stage and force herself to smile whenever she felt any kind of pain because none of the public or the fans knew of her condition and she wanted it to stay that way. Plus it wouldn't be very nice if she was frowning or hissing in pain or looked angry like she wanted to leave when she was performing a concert.

"Everything feels like it's on fire and my heart is burning from the adrenaline." (Y/n) saw the look of sadness in Harry's eyes because he couldn't imagine how that must feel. He knew the feeling of his heartbeat pulsing in every vein and artery in his body but that didn't hurt, it just made him feel alive. For (Y/n) it felt like each beat of her heart was becoming harder to do and it felt like she was going to be sick or faint.

(Y/n) held her hand out for Harry so they could go back to the tour bus, the sooner she had her medication and got back to the hotel, the better she would feel.

As they headed back out into the corridor and started to head down to get out into the car park, they felt the crew following them. There was their tour manager, a few bodyguards for precaution and a few other crew who had to tag along. It always felt strange to both singers when they were followed by an entourage wherever they went, it didn't seem right when they had both grown up as part of normal society where bodyguards had never been needed up until they became noticed by the world. Not to say they weren't thankful for the crew, it was just strange, even now after years of going through these tours.

When they got down to the last corridor that led out into the car park, Harry turned to look at (Y/n) when she started to slow down

"What's wrong?" Harry leaned his head closer to her own so he could whisper the words in her ear without anyone else listening in but he felt his anxiety growing when (Y/n) looked like she was about to pass out or fall asleep standing up.

A sudden flurry of white spots danced across (Y/n)'s vision when she felt her heart shuddering in her chest, a familiar feeling signalling that the impulses in her heart weren't working properly. Her body gave way for a split second as her mind felt like it had some sort of glitch, as if she was about to pass out but stopped herself at the last second.

Her knees caved in and her head was suddenly too heavy for her to hold up causing her head to snap back which felt like her neck had broken when the muscles started to scream. Her breathing stuttered as a burst of agony flooded through her whole body.

Turning his head so quickly he almost got whiplash, Harry stumbled to a stop when he felt (Y/n) crumble beside him. He watched as her head fell back and her eyes fluttered like she had blacked out for only one second. Harry let go of her hand so he could wrap his arms around her to stop her from falling to the ground. (Y/n) managed to move her shaking hands to grab onto Harry's arms for support and she tried to force her knees to straighten out when Harry gently pulled her up so she was standing again.

He took most of her weight before moving her backwards until she was leaning up against the wall. He turned her head so she was looking up at him, noticing it took her a few seconds to focus her eyes on him.

"(Y/n), you with me?" His tone was concerned yet sweet like it was dipped in honey. He leaned his head down a little due to the height difference so he could look at her properly, brushing his thumb across her cheek as she managed to nod, lips twitching from the pain the movement caused in her neck.

"J-just my heart." She responded, breathing through the words as Harry watched her come back to Earth rather quickly. In any other situation Harry would have commented on how she spoke like that was a normal thing, but then again this was sort of a normal occurrence for her.

Harry knew he needed to get her back on the tour bus so she could get her meds and get her back to the hotel quickly.

"Do you think you can walk, we need to get you to the bus."

(Y/n) took a deep breath before nodding and she pressed her head into Harry's shoulder when he took her weight again, pulling her from the wall and into his chest. His arm secured around her waist keeping her glued to his side as he guided her down the corridor with everyone else following behind, unsure what was happening.

Harry opened the door in front of them to get them outside, noticing some of the production crew were already outside and waiting nearby or already on the tour bus. They all looked over at the pair with rather confusing looks when they noticed how unwell (Y/n) looked. Harry glanced wearily at the crowds that were beginning to flood around them outside, clearly wanting an autograph or to have a chance to meet them both which clearly wasn't going to be an option tonight. He felt a surge of relief when the crew seemed to understand something was wrong and they made sure there was a barrier so none of the fans could get close to the tour bus.

It didn't take them long to get to the tour bus and after taking it slow up the steps to get inside, Harry kept his arms tightly around (Y/n) as he guided her down the bus. The crew on the bus started to crowd around them, asking if they needed anything or what was wrong and it made Harry want to snap. Surely they knew (Y/n) wasn't very well but Harry and the crew were the only ones who knew of (Y/n)'s condition so it wasn't as if they hadn't seen her in a similar state to this before.

"It's alright, let's just get back to the hotel." Harry stated, making sure to keep any annoyance out of his voice because he didn't want to be rude.

He sat down with (Y/n) at the seats at the very back of the bus, watching with sad eyes when she started to subtally shake which made him shake when she wrapped her arms around him like she was trying to disappear.

Their eyes met when he held her hands and moved them to rest in her lap, his eyes telling her that it was alright as he kissed her temple. Harry's eyes told everyone else on the bus to leave (Y/n) alone and to stop pestering her with their persistent questions of 'are you alright' and 'what can I do'. He knew what he was doing and them fussing around her wasn't going to make things better because they weren't doing anything to help, they were only making her anxious and overwhelmed.

He watched (Y/n) in slight pain as she curled up in the seat against the window, tears silently falling down her face as she watched where Harry was going.

The first time Harry had witnessed (Y/n) be in pain from her irregular heartbeats or when she was in pain from her tense, sore muscles he didn't know what to do to help. But now he had come to know which medications she was on and what they did and he tried to figure out different methods and things to do that could help alleviate her symptoms and her pain.

Walking over to the seats that held all of the bags, Harry rummaged around, grabbing the small black bag with the rough exterior material that scratched at the skin. He unzipped it and grabbed one of the many medication bottles before he grabbed a bottle of water and an ice pack from the cooling bag beside him.

Harry sat back down beside (Y/n) and placed the bottled water on the table before he undid the medication bottle and took out two beta-blockers which would help calm down (Y/n)'s heart impulses and muscles. (Y/n) gratefully took the tablets from him and took them with a large gulp of water before she wiped at her eyes with her sleeve to rid her face of the tears she had started to shed.

(Y/n)'s eyes darted up to look at Harry when she felt a sudden shock of cold on her neck. He had his right arm resting o the back of the seat they were leaning against as his left hand was holding the ice pack to her neck to try and calm down the tense muscle. It was a ritual for (Y/n) to grab an ice pack after every show and sit with it plastered to her neck for the ride back to whatever hotel they were staying at. She hardly went anywhere without the cooling pack that was a medication in itself to relieve the pain she always seemed to be getting now as medication simply wasn't doing enough for her weakened muscles.

Leaning over (Y/n) rested her head on Harry's chest just under his chin, relaxing against him when he said nothing in protest against her actions. His hand keeping the ice pack pressed to her neck as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

Neither of them could wait until they got back to the hotel and got some peace and quiet.