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nar-nia · 23 days ago

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the aquarium

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a little visit to the aquarium with jake. he seems to be more interested in you than in the fishes though... hmm.

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“This fish looks like you.” You giggled, your finger pointing towards a grumpy looking fish, his forehead at least a few centimeters longer than the rest of his face, hovering over his eyes.

“Ha ha,” Jake huffed, his face ironically the same expression as the fish. “You're so funny, y/n.”

“Thank you,” you smirked. “I’m glad you can appreciate my jokes.”

Jake just shook his head, but you could see the corners of his mouth lifting up. Without a word he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the next fishtank.

“That's you.” You followed his finger this time, your eyes meeting a… oh.

“It's so pretty.” You almost whispered, eyes focused on the little shiny fish in front of you.

“It is. I hope you feel bad now.”

You pouted, your shoulder pushing against Jakes. “Come on. It was a joke. I thought you appreciated my humor.”

“I can appreciate it and still make you feel bad,” he shrugged, but there was a smile on his face. “That's how I show my love.”

“Do you.” You couldn't help but smile along as you gave his hand a small squeeze, your head leaning against his shoulder now. “Cute.”

Jake hummed. “Yeah - but how do you show your love?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well.” Now it was Jakes turn to pout. “My girlfriend insulted me and I didn't even get a kiss to make up for it.”

You couldn't stop the laugh escaping from you, Jakes pout only increasing.

“You're so cute,” you whispered. “Come here.”

You pulled him closer as you softly pressed your lips against his. “Such a big baby.”

“For that statement I want at least a hundred more kisses.” Jakes hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you close as he looked at you. “I’m waiting, y/n.”

Something about his tone caused small goosebumps on your body, every joke you could have made pulled from your memory. Instead you pulled him closer again, more than ready to deliver his hundred kisses - at least until there was suddenly a group of people walking towards the fishtanks next to you.

“I won't forget about the kisses,” Jake whispered before he pulled you along to the next tank. You just nodded, trying to fight down the blush that was spreading. Not that it was very successful - you tried focusing on the fish, but Jakes hand on your lower back made it hard.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” You looked up to find Jake grinning at you, a knowing look on his face.

“So not. Okay, listen.” He suddenly started a whole rant about finding nemo and his younger self watching it, his hand leaving your back to accentuate what he was saying. This time you paid attention, nodding and humming along while he got more and more excited over his little story. It was adorable.

“And that's why I almost drowned myself in our toilet that day.” Okay, the story wasn't really adorable. But his way of talking was.

“So when did you figure out that diving existed?” You couldn't help but giggle, an arm wrapped around his waist pulling him closer while you walked towards the next tank.

“My mom signed me up for diving lessons as soon as she found out what I was trying to do.” Jake wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pressing a small kiss against your forehead. “But I still never saw Nemo or Dori.”

“Oh. That must have been disappointing.”

“It was okay. I saw lots of other cool fish. And besides - my mom used to say it's because they were hiding after Nemos bad experiences.”

You were smiling, your eyes focused on your boyfriend. “That sounds so sweet.”

“She's the best.” Jake gave you another kiss. “But you are too. We should go diving together one day.”

“I find the ocean scary,” you mumbled. “But I’d love to explore it with you.”

Jake was almost lighting up at your words, beaming as you explored the rest of the exhibition together. You took your time, the crowd slowly dying down while you went from tank to tank, exchanging stories of your lives or comments about the fish you saw.

“Should we look at the nocturnal fish or do they make you nervous?”

You shook your head, softly pushing against Jake. “As long as I don't have to swim at night I’m fine with it.”

He grinned as he pulled you towards the next part of the exhibition, the next room suddenly tinted in darkness. All the fish tanks were dimly lit, the only source of lighting in the room, and you instinctively grabbed Jakes hand again to avoid you tripping over your own feet.

“So, are you scared?” Jake probably tried to make his voice sound deep and intimidating, but his chuckles kinda ruined that.

“Terrified,” you still answered as you pulled Jake closer, your head leaning against his shoulder. “Please protect me.”

“I will fight off all the scary fish, y/n.” The smile was more than evident in Jakes voice, and you loved it. You felt his hand wrapping around your waist to maneuver you along the exhibition, all while he whispered some information about the fish you saw. You had to admit that you were impressed - you weren't aware that he had such a big interest in them. But it was adorable, both the way he talked about it all and how you still discovered something new about him from time to time. He had a calmness about him, but you could also feel the excitement that he could share this with you. The number of people in the exhibition became less and less, but the two of you didn't even think about leaving already, the closing time was still far away enough so you could take your time and explore it all.

“So what can you tell me about this fish?” you asked, waiting for an answer from your boyfriend. It was quiet, the silence staying long enough that you finally looked up, checking to see what's wrong. Jake didn't seem to listen, his head moving around while his eyes seemed to search for something. “Jake?”

“Hmm? Oh, sorry.” His head almost whipped towards you as he softly nudged you. “What did you say?”

“I wanted to hear fish facts, but you seemed a bit distracted,” you smiled. “What were you thinking of?”

“Just - there are no people around right now.”

“There aren't. Seems like they didn't appreciate your fish facts - which is a shame. I really love them.”

“I love you.” Jake swiftly moved behind you, his arms wrapped around you as he gave the top of your head a gentle kiss. “But I was thinking that now might be the time to claim those kisses you still owe me.”

You let out a yelp when he suddenly pulled you backwards, turning you around again so you were now facing him, his arms still wrapped around you while you stood between him and the wall in a little secluded area.

“Hi,” he grinned, his eyes lingering on your lips. “What do you say?”

“How could I say no to that?” You almost whispered, breath stopping when you felt Jake moving closer, his lips hovering above yours.

“Good.” His voice was deep, but you couldn't focus on that when you felt his lips on your cheek, making their way towards your mouth with no rush. “A hundred, right?”

You tried to shake your head, but Jake caught your face in between his hands, keeping it in place.

“I think I’m right,” he whispered,” and I have no rush for it.”

His lips found their way to your other cheek, softly caressing it before he pressed kisses against them again. You involuntarily held your breath, awaiting every new touch against your skin while your eyes fluttered shut. You could feel Jake smile into his kisses, especially when he finally reached your lips - which made you smile too in return.

“I’m glad you're enjoying this.”

“I love you,” you replied, your hand running through his hair while one of his hands wandered down your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he touched you.

“I love you too.” Jake mumbled against your lips, pressing you closer. “So much.”

“I love you more.” You couldn't help but giggle into the kiss, especially when you could almost feel Jake furrowing his brows.

“No you don't.”

“Yes I do~”

You felt Jakes hands on your hips, his grip tightening as he pulled you even closer. “You don't,” his voice sounded in your ear. “Take it back.”

You tried to appear unaffected, not showing that his voice caused goosebumps again as you stared at him, a smirk on your face. “Make me.”

Jake let out a chuckle and seconds later you were pressed against the wall, his lips on your jaw. “At the aquarium? Bold, y/n.”

“I never said you should do it like that. Kidnapping a fish with me would have worked too.” Your laugh got stuck in your throat as you could feel Jakes teeth scraping against your neck, earning another chuckle from him in return.

“As if.”

You didn't bother arguing, both because you wouldn't be convincing anyways and because Jakes lips against your neck slowly took away any logical thought. Your fingers found their way into his hair again, softly pulling on it whenever he decided to gently bite into your skin, causing tiny gasps in return. Your other hand was pinned against the wall behind you, Jakes fingers firmly wrapped around your wrist.

“Not convinced yet?” you heard him mumble against your skin, his eyes moving upwards to meet yours.

“No.” You didn't manage to raise your voice above a whisper, but Jake heard you.

“Of course not. You always want more, hm?”

You tried to make a mental note to disagree with him later, but for now you were too occupied with the feeling of his kisses slowly moving more downwards, his other hand trailing all over your body. “Thought so.”

“I didn't agree,” you replied, but that only resulted in a bite against your collarbones, Jakes smirk showing in his next kiss.

“You didn't disagree either.”

Your boyfriend was a good kisser. Maybe that's what made it so hard to focus on anything right now - if you were able to think normally you would have probably thanked whoever designed this part of the aquarium to be so dark, making you and Jake almost invisible.

“You're always arguing with me.”

“And you love it.” You did, even though you hated admitting it. Especially if it made Jake this smug, his grinning face appearing right in front of yours, startling you.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” you answered, slightly annoyed that you sounded more out of breath than he did. “Already getting bored?”

“Of you? Never.” He chuckled. “But there are people coming. Not sure if you would like them witnessing this.”

Again - if you were able to think normally you would have thanked him, taken his hand and pulled him towards the next fishtank. In this state you were in right now you couldn't care less though. You didn't even hesitate to pull Jake closer again, hand tangled in his hair while you kissed him with an intensity that took him by surprise. He stumbled towards you, one leg right in between yours so you were pressed even more against the wall.

“I don't care,” you mumbled against his lips, “I really don't care.”

“Of course you don't.” At first Jake didn't make any effort to stop you, but as the voices grew louder you could feel him slow down the kisses, finally breaking away a bit. You would only have to move your face slightly forward and you could kiss him again, but something about the look in Jakes eyes stopped you from doing exactly that. They looked teasing, full of tension, accompanied by the smirk that crawled back onto his face.

“Think you can handle waiting for a minute?”

You huffed as you punched against his shoulder, but your eyes never stopped looking at each other. “Can you?”

He didn't answer, his eyebrow cockily raised as you could hear the group of people passing by.

“Ssh.” You fully expected him to simply press his finger against your mouth but instead he was tracing your lips, drawing along the shape. You could feel the goosebumps all over your body, fighting down the shivers to not attract any attention. The urge to slap the smirk off Jakes face was big, you just didn't know yet if it should happen with a kiss or an actual slap - and you felt like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Quiet,” he whispered again, his expression still not changing. “Or do you want to be caught?”

You huffed, waiting a total of two seconds as the voices grew more quiet before you pressed your lips onto Jakes again, bodies leaving no room for air in between you. Maybe the answer to that was a yes.

You didn't know how long this had been going on, Jakes kisses stealing away any awareness of time and place, when suddenly a loud voice rang through the place. Jake and you almost jumped apart, eyes ripped wide open when the voice declared that the aquarium would close in half an hour.

“A speaker,” Jake chuckled. “Just a speaker.”

You just stared at him, needing a second to process this information, but then you also broke out into a giggle.

“I thought we were gonna get kicked out.”

“I mean - we are in a way.” He pulled you closer again, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips - one that was over far too quickly. “Come on.”

He grabbed your hand and gently pulled you through the exhibition, quickly checking out the fishtanks you hadn't seen yet. You couldn't fight down the grin that was spreading on your face - at least until you entered the entrance area and caught a look of Jakes face. He had a deep blush on his cheeks, his eyes shortly running down your body before his steps sped up, almost dragging you out of the aquarium.

“Are you okay?” You were out of breath again when he finally stopped two streets further, eyebrows scrunched in confusion when he suddenly burst out laughing and leaned against a wall.

“I fear I might have been a bit too eager kissing you,” he managed to get out.

You stared at him, realization slowly dawning on you. “Jake Sim, if you're meaning to tell me I have marks on my skin-” You huffed, punching against his shoulder. “Don't tell me that's what you mean.”

“In my defense,” Jake started, rubbing his shoulder with a pouty look on his face,” they suit you very well.”

“I can't believe this.” You sighed. “We have a dinner reservation in what - 30 minutes? I can't cover them that quickly.”

“Maybe I don't want you to.” That earned Jake a second punch, his pout only growing bigger. “Stop punching me.”

“You deserve it.”

“Come onnn,” he whined, pulling you closer at your hips. “You look pretty.”

“People will stare at me.”

Jake gave you another quick kiss before he put his forehead against yours, his eyes searching for you. “You look gorgeous, they would stare anyway. But if you're too uncomfortable I will cancel the reservation and we can just order some takeout.”

“I love you,” you mumbled. “It's fine, I will just ignore them.”

“I will protect you,” Jake smiled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, a kiss pressed against your forehead before you continued your way towards the restaurant.

“My hero,” you giggled. “I hope you had fun today.”

"Oh, I did." I’m thinking that we should continue this later.”

You huffed, softly smiling as you looked at him. “If you're ready to get up 20 minutes earlier tomorrow morning to cover all those marks for me, sure.”

“Anything for you.”

You would have kissed him - but if you did you would have probably missed your reservation. So you held back, instead settling for a simple peck before you continued your way.

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guess who's back... lol. This took forever and i'm so sorry that i suddenly disappeared, but life kicked my butt for a while. but i am back and i plan for it to stay that way! so here's a little story to celebrate my (hopefully successful) comeback to tumblr. please let me know your thoughts and opinions 🩷

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hoonslutt · 2 years ago

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I’ve been having a hoon brainrot for the past 3 days

I JUST CANT FORGET ABOUT childhoodfriend!hoon walking in on you while you’re touching yourself in your childhood room you used to have sleepovers in

Him manhandling you bc you’ve been such a dirty girl for moaning his name like that omg my brain can’t take this

Childhood!bestie Hoon catches you

You are back home from uni on break summer break that is and in your hometown it could not be more hot. When you first come back you’re greeted by everybody your parents, younger sister, and a few of your friends including your childhood best friend sunghoon. And to say that the glow up hit him like a truck it definitely had you feeling weak in your knees when he smiled at you showing his fangs and a little dimple in one of his cheeks. ‘Welcome back babe missed you’ babe? He definitely got more flirty with you, oh man if he continued this you were not going to make it you fear. Not to mention you noticed the muscle that seemed to flex when you put your arms around him. It’s been 2 weeks since you came back, you and Hoon have been hanging out together all during that time and today was just another day or so you thought when you seen him in his garage lifting weights through your window. Of course this wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him work out but today something in you was telling you that it was different this time maybe it was the cut sleeve shirt or the basketball shorts that refused to hide anything he’ll maybe it was the sweat that dripped from his forehead and arms. He just looked so good today and so strong you wondered if his arms would flex while he was fucking you so deep? Your thighs pressing together just from seeing your childhood bestie work out panties becoming so wet.. oh gosh you needed to get a grip but how could you when he was looking so good you just wanted him right here in between his legs giving him the most delicious head? You couldn’t handle it anymore taking a last glance you walked over to your bed taking off your shorts and shirt leaving you in your matching white bra and panty set. Thank goodness your parents were not home today because the ache in your heat was getting stronger you needed to feel good. So you laid on your bed pushing your panties to the side feeling up and down your folds rubbing the slick all over your clit as lube teasing yourself you imagined your best friend on top of you kissing all over your body going down to your heat. ‘Oh my goodness yes’ keeping a good pace going you played with your entrance with your other fingers. Little did you know that same best friend was already waking through your door he finished his workout early due to a certain someone looking out the window practically almost drooling waking to to your room he stopped right in front of your door hearing a voice coming from it ‘Please Hoon need it so bad’ ‘Need you to fuck me faster harder’ you were moaning HIS name, something in him ticked he was getting hard he continued to listen and watch you finger your self. He was fully bricked up now after seeing you grab the teddy bear he gifted you a couple days back and start humping it ‘Oh yes! More hoonie need more.’ You on the other side had no clue he was outside your door until you heard ‘Damn baby if your gonna move like that at least do it in the real thing’ you froze and looked at him you wanted to move but couldn’t ‘Oh don’t stop now that I’m here please by all means continue wanna see you ride that bear cmon’ the fear left your body and you continued to move on the bear something about him watching was making you even more turned on and the bear was not helping so you climbed off of it and crawled to the side of the bed where he was at turning showing him everything wiggling your ass a bit ‘mmm hoonie don’t I look so pretty?’ Landing a smack to your ass and smoothing it the flesh turning a bit red ‘You do look pretty baby if you needed dick you should’ve called me instead you wanted to touch yourself thinking about me? So naughty I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson right love?’ Flipping you over and motioning you to get on your knees undoing his belt and pulling out his now fully hard member ‘Now suck slut.’

This was already getting so long so I cut it short sorry! As always feedback is always welcome and appreciated!! Love ya!!💕🫶🏼

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m-ayo-o · 1 year ago

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emoji event 🍒💔🖤 : virgin!reader + breakup sex + suguru 18+ messed up emotional situation, depression mention, insensitive reader, good fuck w the saddest boy around :( wc 1k for @i-literally-cant-with-this !! ty for requesting this one was soooo hard

You've been pulling away from him for months.

He can feel the distance.

Or perhaps he's pushing you… he finds it easy to blame himself these days, with the way he's been suffering. All the negative thoughts stacking up, one by one. With each curse he collects, another part of his soul dies. He wonders how much longer he can keep this up.

Either way, your relationship is going downhill.

Since you're a few years younger than him and he's your first boyfriend, he hasn't been pushy with you physically and you've never even had sex all this time.

But now, after another dramatic argument centering around his apparent self loathing and lack of motivation, things are getting quite heated.

If only you knew what he was going through. If only you understood the burden that weighs so heavily on his shoulders.

If only he could tell you.

But he can't.

And he can't stop you hating him.

And with the way you're going, he's going to end up hating you too.

"You don't even want to fuck me, do you?"

He's pulled from his thoughts.

"What?"

You turn to face him, tears in your eyes, "You don't want me."

He can hear the pain in your voice now, everything slipping into place. He realises, through no fault of his own, without even meaning to, he's been neglecting you. He's been hurting you.

"Wait, it's not-"

He panics. But it's already too late. You can't stand it anymore. It's not that you hate him, it's not that you're blaming him for being depressed... you feel guilty thinking like this, but you need the old Suguru. You need the Suguru you met last summer, under blue skies, with that confident smile and those flirty eyes.

You need him. But he's not coming back.

"All I wanted- was for you to be my first, ever since I met you, Suguru... I loved you..."

"Wait, wait- loved?"

"I have to go, I have to leave, Sugu, I can't stay here. With you-" your sniffling and hiccupping is persistent now.

"No..." he steps up to you now, leaving his apathy behind to clasp your hands, "no"

His grip gets forceful while he leans down to face you, nose to nose.

His dark eyes flit between yours; tear stained and puffy. He presses his forehead to yours and blinks away his own tears.

"You can't go," you feel his breath on your lips, for the first time, feeling that desperation and want from the man you so sorely crave.

You shake your head.

"'s too late"

"No, no, baby, please," he grabs the back of your neck now, his expression turning pained.

"Please..." his voice mellows again, "please let me show you... how much I love you"

You blink up at him with those pretty, watery eyes. It's been ages since he told you that.

"Sugu, it, it's different-"

"Please," he insists, pushing you till your ass meets the kitchen counter and his arms surround your body.

"Let me," he presses kisses to your cheeks, like he's trying to make the tears disappear, "let me do this."

Your lip trembles, but you nod and accept a soft, longing kiss.

And another. He keeps going, more and more, until he pushes your mouth open. He takes his chance, slipping his tongue against yours in a kiss so deep and loving he might just convince you to stay. At least for one more night.

"It's really over?"

You look up at him and nod, not knowing what to say, and he claims your lips again; your whole mouth.

This kiss feels heavier, now you can feel the warm trickle of tears down your cheeks. You can't tell if they're yours or his.

But you don't care. You get lost in the moment, finally feeling him touch you how you need it.

Now you're all over each other, everything is just going so fast.

You tug at his hair, then his shirt, stripping him and exposing his muscular chest.

"Suguru…" you don't want to leave him.

You pull at his belt now, undoing his jeans and getting your hands on him.

He looks a little hesitant, but moans at the contact, his hips starting to move as you stroke and palm him.

"Baby," his hands find your waist now, "let me take your virginity."

And there it is.

That sexy, charming voice of his has got you weak at the knees.

"Y-yes, Suguru" you blink and nod, feeling stunned, "yes."

He lifts you instantly, taking you into another hot kiss while your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in tighter to feel every smooth roll of his hips.

"Sugu- ah-"

The bulge in his shorts feels heavenly between your legs- you're so touch starved he could easily get you cumming in your pants, just as he has many times before.

But tonight you're finally getting the real deal.

One of his slender hands pushes your skirt up, panties pulled aside, making you gasp. You can't help the look of hesitation that crosses your face.

"You want me to touch you?"

"Uh huh, yeah Suguru, I, I just need to feel you, please," you're borderline sobbing, hearing his voice so smooth and assertive.

He can't believe you're getting like this for him. He didn't realise you wanted this so badly.

So he taps at your clit, building up that pool of slick that's just perfect for sliding his fingers through. Then into you, slowly, seductively working you open. With each suck to your lip and every pump of his fingers, your pussy throbs and aches for him.

He watches your eyes cloud over with lust when he pulls his fingers out of you and proceeds to smear the wet juice all over his cock.

"Ngh, so fucking wet," you hear him moan, spreading your legs for him eagerly while he pumps himself and massages his tip over your clit.

He quirks up an eyebrow, giving a final check over your expression to ensure you're not backing down, and starts sinking himself inside.

"Ah!"

"Shit- I'll go slower, sorry"

You cling onto his shoulders, watching him bury himself into you, inch by inch.

He gets you crying his name, now he's pushing on such a sensitive part inside you- one you've never touched.

You take in sharp little breaths, the feeling starting to overwhelm you.

"Does it hurt?" He asks softly, pressing kisses over your cheeks.

You nod and stroke his hair.

"Yeah, Sugu it hurts…"

Fresh tears prick in your eyes, feeling the spread of his cock, the ache in your core, in your chest, in your heart.

You never thought your first time would be like this.

It was never meant to be like this.

But god, he feels amazing.

Your body starts to relax, your mouth hanging open with a soft moan as you start to enjoy the motions of his body; your bodies, entwined as one.

"Does that feel nice, baby?"

He holds your legs open and steady, fucking you slow, getting your insides all knotted up with his sweet words.

"Yeah, f-feels so good- s-so full"

"Mm, you feel that really nice deep spot I'm hitting?"

He watches your eyes roll back. Of course you can.

"Yeah, Sugu-"

"If I keep touching you there you'll cum- you want that?"

He sounds so fucking sexy all you can do is nod and take him.

"Yeah, I know you do, I know, let me do it for you"

He fucks you so sensually, your hands tangled in his hair with his lips sucking at yours, your bodies undulating together; pulsing like waves.

You collide again and again, in and out, until you're introduced to a new kind of pleasure.

He fucks you through the most intense orgasm of your life- you know it may be the last he'll give you. Seeing you lose yourself, leaning back on the counter to accept every ounce of pleasure, he fills your body to the brim.

"Ngh, yeah, well done baby- how does your little virgin pussy like my cum, hm?"

"F-feels hot, Sugu"

He pumps you slower and slower, bringing you down gently.

"Did so good sweetheart."

He kisses your cheek and brings your head to his chest, his body engulfing yours in a big hug.

"Now you can at least say you'll miss the sex," he hums and kisses your head.

He lets you get cleaned up, watching you set your clothes back in place while he savours every moment of your presence. He knows he's going to have to watch you walk out that door at some point.

"Stay," he brushes your hair out of your face, "just for tonight."

"I-I-" you hesitate, looking down.

"Then I'll let you go."

Suguru, why are you doing this to yourself?

"It won't hurt as much if I get to fuck you a few more times."

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gliyerabaa · 7 months ago

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Oooo how about prompt 4 of the fluff list for gelphie??? 🙏😌

4. “What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away.”

okay i tried writing this like. five times. and no idea i had stuck with me. but then this idea came out of left fucking field.

just bear with me. this au I've crafted for this prompt is not everyone.

imagine, if you will, some world where gelphie can have biological kids. whether it be through traditional means (amab enby elphaba) or IVF or maybe strange magical pregnancy. this fic explores that premise.

lots of people have Very Strong Opinions on the idea of gelphie as parents but like. just indulge me on this. i dont know what canon this is supposed to take place in so please dont ask!!

Glinda stirred awake, she'd been sleeping so restlessly all night. Pregnancy hadn't been nearly as bad as she'd expected in most aspects. Her bouts of morning sickness had been brief and relatively bearable, her cravings had been all within the realm of Elphie's culinary capabilities, and oh, her sweet dear Elphaba had been so incredibly supportive every step of the way. Maybe that's what had made the experience so pleasant thus far, having such an attentive and loving partner...

Still, no amount of doting could fix her sleeplessness, and she wriggled free from her sleeping partner's embrace to take a quick stroll to the bathroom. She stood up and stretched, realizing she'd need to hurry to the toilet-- the damn baby had situated herself (Glinda was dead certain that it was a girl) right atop her bladder in a manner that was most uncomfortable.

After relieving herself, Glinda took a moment to simply marvel at herself in the mirror. She was six months along now, and had the belly to prove it, complete with stretch marks that her younger self would have despised. But now, she found them almost endearing, a telltale sign of the love and commitment between her and Elphie, manifesting itself in the form of a new human life.

With a hand on her stomach, she spoke quietly.

"You're gonna have such an amazing life, little one. Your auntie Nessarose can't wait to meet you. She'll be your only real aunt, but Elphie and I have agreed to give the boys honorary uncle-hood. You'll have a blast with your Uncle Fiyero's kids, they're all so sweet. And Crope and Tibbs are thinking of adopting once you're born, it'll be like you have a sibling of your own, someone to grow up alongside."

Glinda gasped as the baby kicked. She looked up to see Elphaba standing in the doorway, smiling sleepily.

"And have I mentioned," Glinda said to her stomach again, "That you have the most beautiful, amazing parent in the world?"

Elphaba grinned, then knelt to the ground, pressing a kiss to Glinda's belly. "Hello, my son." (Elphaba was insistent that they'd be having a boy, a rather bold claim for someone who defied conventional gender standards.) They stood up and pecked a kiss to Glinda's lips, "And hello, my sweet."

"What're you doing up?" Glinda asked with a yawn.

"My personal heater went away." Elphaba said, pressing a kiss to Glinda's forehead, "I swear, carrying our son has made you so much warmer, literally."

"What can I say?" Glinda smiled, brushing off Elphaba's insistance that they were to have a boy, "Making an entire human is a lot of work, generates a lot of heat. Feel her, she's kicking!"

Elphaba placed a gentle hand on Glinda's abdomen, smiling as they felt the baby move slightly.

"I didn't just come here to find my beautiful space heater of a wife, you know." Elphaba said, "I came to make sure you were alright."

"I'm doing fine." Glinda answered, taking Elphaba's hand, running a thumb over their wedding band, "Baby hasn't been letting me sleep much as of late. So I've been passing time, telling them stories about just how loved they are going to be. By Nessa and my parents and the boys..."

"But by no one more than us." Elphaba said, kissing Glinda sweetly, "I can't imagine the toll this is taking on your body, but you're doing an amazing job and I'm so, so proud of you."

Glinda, who had never taken praise well, blushed. "Please, this is just a natural bodily process. I wouldn't be doing nearly as well as I am without your support and attention, and most of all, your love."

Elphaba grinned, picking up Glinda in a sweet embrace and lifting her to sit on the bathroom counter, kissing her soundly.

"I love you," Glinda whispered as they parted. Elphaba knelt down, placing a kiss on her stomach before getting to work massaging her aching feet, "You are too good to me, my dear."

Two and a half months later, the baby arrived. A healthy girl, who did not have Elphaba's green skin, but did have their raven hair. The midwife had insisted that she'd never seen a baby born with as much hair as her.

There was the matter of a name, then. Elphaba had been taken aback when Glinda had suggested her middle name be that of their mother, but they warmed up to the idea, and so, surrounded by joyous family and friends, they settled on what they'd agreed to be the perfect name: Indigo Melena Thropp-Upland.

#ask #answered #tw: pregnancy #gelphie #indigo saga #my writing

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mynameistocool · 1 year ago

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YOU ARE A PROBLEM…

Part 2

Summary: You were a senior in college and after dropping out for year due to stress and you inability to actually do any work you were behind while all your friends were off travelling the world and moving on with their lives you were left in Cleveland Ohio but it wasn’t all bad you did baby sit a grey haired, jet ski loving single father kids for the money or maybe it was because you just wanted to see him but who can blame you I mean look at him…

Mobius m Mobius/Fem reader

Warnings : age gap

It had been about two weeks since you saw Mobius in person and no matter how hard you scrubbed your face when taking off makeup or when you washed your skin in the shower, you still felt his large callous hand against your cheek on your forehead the way his eyes stared at you with care and adoration how his rosy lips held a pout and his soft voice showed care.

You had heard from him, he text you the other day asking if you could have the boys early in the morning. He had some kind of important meeting at his store to do with employee safety, so here you were stood outside his house in mid-July, the blazing sun and warm sticky summer air on your exposed skin. You did have a cardigan to match your summer dress, but it was now thrown in your small bag.

You pressed the gold bell, waiting for someone to open the door, hoping it to be Shaun or Kevin, but no you heard the faint call off “Shaun eat your pancakes” as the door opened you saw Mobius stood in all his glory his bare chest and low hung flannel pants a coffee mug in his hand his hair tousled and unkept and his constant sleepy eyes.

“Y/n you're early” he smiled at you, but you were busy staring at his body as your face flushed once more as it always did in his presence. “Am I ?” You quickly responded, “you said 8 am in your text. I can go home if you like and come back” you added “no, no not at all” he moved to the side “come in.”

“It must be my fault, as per usual, the meeting got pushed back to 9 sorry I should have told you” he shut the door, staring at your unknowing self. The light pink sundress you wore with the floral pattern and loose buttons, the way it hugged your body and flown down just passed your knees your hair being slight frizzy and the small sun kissed tan that spread across your cheek and nose as you stared around his home in awe as though you hadn't been there nearly thirty times in the past year he shook his head quickly before walking in-front of your frozen body “it’s so warm. I know they said they’d be a heat wave but this fast and this warm” he gave you a small chuckle as he walked into the kitchen.

And there it was, his bare back so clear in your eyesight his shoulder slumped before stretching showing ever detail of his muscles and shoulder blade hidden beneath those tight perfectly fitted shirts he usually dawns. Your brain was begging you to look away, but you would not and could not listen, you slowly followed him, your eyes staying on his back.

“Shaun, your favourite person is here” he spoke to his son who sat at the table digging at his poorly made pancakes “and don’t say she’s not, you admitted it the other day” Mobius quickly added before his son could say anything “I wasn’t going to deny it” Shaun give you a small smile “what a sweetheart you are” you smiled at the young boy.

“Y/N you’re here !” The younger kid came behind you, almost sending you off your feet, hugging you from behind. “Kevin, be careful with the lady.” He scolded him lightly for being so rough. “No it’s alright I can handle him” you laughed, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Do you want a drink or anything ?” Mobius asked, leaning against the counter, his legged crossed over one another, “any food ?” He asked more “don’t eat the pancakes” Shaun butted in “those pancakes are great now eat them.” Mobius defended his terrible cooking skills “no, no I’m okay thank you” you laughed “I can’t make chocolate chip” he added, shrugging “Y/n can” Shaun spoke again, making you laugh.

The pair of boys sat at the table eating and colouring in small pictures as you stood near the counter, Mobius stood up and walked over quite close to you, whispering in your ear “be careful with Kevin today. He’s been having nightmares, but he won’t tell me what they’re about, he just seems to be a bit shaken up recently” Mobius pulled away, not very far but just enough to look you in your eyes. “I will” you gave him a small nod, “thank you” he smiled.

You look back at the boys who were staring at the pair, small stupid smiles on their faces. “Don’t you have homework you should be doing ?” Mobius stayed stood close to you, his bare chest mere inches away from your goose bump covered arms. “Don’t you have a meeting you should be getting dressed for ?” you defended the boys and Mobius turned his head to you, a small moment of shock on his face which quickly turned into a sly grin. “You're right” he answered you, placing his cup on the side before scooting past you off upstairs.

You sat down with the two boys, asking how school was going and what they had been up too, listening to their stories. Kevin asked you to help with homework and, of course, you agreed that what you were there for about twenty minutes later, you heard the quick heavy steps of Mobius coming down the stairs. “I’m got to get going. You two be good to her” he warned the boys, pointing his finger at both, “and if you need anything just call me, I’ll be straight home.” He clicked his finger, giving you a small wink. It was a usual response of his nothing more but Mobius kindness.

You saw the man walk out of the room and as you turned your attention back to the two boys, your eyes saw mobius blue store keys on the top. You stood up and grabbed them, heading to the door just as Mobius was about to leave, “Mobius your keys”

Mobius ? Mobius ? He smiled at you calling him by your name, a small fluttering feeling arising in his chest at hearing you call his name. You held out the keys, waiting for him to take them, and he did after a moment of pause. “Thank you” he took them off you, his quick touch lingering on your hand “I’ll see you soon I promise” he gave you a smirk before leaving out the door.

You turned round and there stood Kevin, the small boy staring at you, “do you like my dad ?” His question which caught you off guard, “what ?” you replied so defensively to this little boy as though he accused you of murder. “My dad likes you, he says to us after we tell him how much we like you, he says you're kind and smart and a very loving person. He misses out the part of you being pretty” you were taken aback by the normally destructive boys' word.

“Ohh well your dad is a very sweet man. He’s very kind.” You smiled at Kevin’s words, your stupid cheeks blushing once more at this new information, “do you think my dad is pretty ?” The young boy asked, “well… I think your dad is handsome, if that’s the word you want to use ?” You gave him a small smile, “but I think we should go focus on your homework instead, how about that ?” You grabbed his hand, walking into the kitchen, where Shaun still sat trying to digest Mobius pancakes.

“Do you want me to make you some chocolate chip pancakes ?” At your suggestion, Shaun’s eyes lit up, “yes please.” He replied smiling “of course” you laughed.

The rest of your day was filled with helping the boys with homework and playing outside. You open the draw at one point, seeing Mobius had hidden the matches from Kevin, which made you laugh. You made some more food while the boys still played outside before calling them in to watch a film.

Kevin nodded off at about eight, which was unbelievable early for him, and Shaun stayed awake laying beside you on the sofa, a knitted blanket over the three of you. You heard the small click of the door open, and you slowly stood up from the sofa, resting Kevin’s head down.

You saw Mobius toss his keys into the pot before turning to you, “how was your day ?” You quickly asked, seeing his moody face before noticing you “it was all good just some pain in the arse customers” he answered “let me guess they wanted a quad and not a jet ski” you joked “exactly that” he laughed “how were they ?” He asked, nodding to the front room, “they were as sweet as always, got all their homework done with no fuss are some vegetables done some dancing and had some fresh air. Kevin even fell asleep on the couch, Shaun just watching a film, but I reckon he'll be out cold soon.” You explained the easy and loving day you had with two boys, “I’m sorry about you being here all day. I’m sure this not how you like to spend your free days” he grabbed his wallet from his pocket “no, no not at all. I love spending time with the two of them. They are sweethearts” you smiled and Mobius raised his brow, a small smile on his face, “are you sure you have the right kids ?” He joked and you smiled.

He quickly handed over some money, a lot more than he needed to give you. “Mobius this is way too much” you went to give him it back “nonsense you do way more than needs to be, and you're here in a heart beat any time I call please take it you deserve it” he gave another small smile quickly putting away his wallet, so you couldn’t argue. “I—thank you” you thanked the man for his usual kindness. There was small silence between the two of you, a comfortable and long silence.

“Do you want me to drive you home ?” He asked, going to grab his keys before you even responded. “No worries, I’m getting picked up.” You responded, “who by ?” He seemed curious and eager to know your answer, his shoulders unknowingly tensing at your words “just my mom” you laughed “ohh” a small sigh of relief left his mouth “I’ve got to learn how to drive” you rubbed your head laughing “you’ll be fine don’t worry” he laughed with you.

You then heard the beep of your moms' car, “that’s her. I’ll see you soon Mr M” you pulled your bag over your shoulder “call me Mobius” he cleared his throat “if you want it.” He looked at the floor, “I will Mobius” you smiled at him. Just as you went to leave, he grabbed your hand once in a more loose, gentle lingering grip, “thank you… for all you do.” He smiled, letting go, and you just nodded at him, a stupid heartfelt smile on your face at the small touch he gave you “see you soon Mobius” you bid him a quick goodbye, heading out the door “goodnight Y/N” he said as you left.

He quickly rubbed his face, wondering why he grabbed your hand and why he had to tell you thank you in such a weird and intimate way. You were his boys' babysitter, and yet he felt like you done so much more than you needed to do, as though you were there for them and not just for the money, he shook his head quickly before walking into the living room to his boys.

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thiccpersonality · 7 months ago

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Damian (Gremlin) Wayne and his even more gremlin-esque family pt.5

Richard, Jason and Tim stand outside of Bruce's large bathroom, the three sets of blue eyes narrowing at the little boy splashing around cutely in their father's bathtub. Jason can't help the disbelieving scoff that escapes from his mouth at the sight of Damian gathering bubbles in his hand and blowing them with quite possibly the cutest giggle he's ever heard ugliest little chortle he's ever heard.

Jason softly growls deep in his throat and looks down at Richard while pointing at said bouncing baby boy through the cracked open door. "Look at the little dirtbag! Playing the cute card up while we were left to clean everything up! I oughta drown him in his own bathwater."

Richard shushes Jason and reaches up to pat the younger boy's head. "Drowning is going a bit too far...but in due time we'll make Damian see things our way."

Tim lets out a huff from below Richard, "Can't he reflect on it while being held under the water? I know I'd love to get my hands on him and teach him a thing or two about stepping in on our territory." Tim looks at Bruce as he says "territory" and listens to the agreeing noise Jason makes. And you know what? It's kind of disturbing how much they've been in agreement lately...but for now their alliance is what matters most during this trying time.

The sound of Damian talking interrupts the three aggravated boys, the trio leaning closer to hear what the younger boy is saying.

"You know, father....I think I want those toy ducks you offered to put in the water. Unless it's too much trouble?" Richard holds back the strangled noise his throat tries to make at the sight of Bruce kindly smiling and kissing Damian's forehead before rising to a stand. "It's no trouble at all. Give me some time to go find them and I'll be right back to wash your hair."

Damian hums and smiles at Bruce leaving, watching carefully as his father freezes outside of the doorway and looks around suspiciously. The small boy pops a bubble before addressing his dad, "What's the matter? Are you alright, father?" Bruce shakes his head and smiles at Damian before reassuring the boy that everything is fine and leaving the bedroom.

Damian's smile drops as soon as he hears the bedroom door click shut, his tongue clicking to the roof of his mouth while he narrows his green eyes to the entrance of the bathroom. "I know you three are out there spying on me and father. Are you trying to sabotage my special time with him? Because if so, you'll be the ones drowning in this bathwater instead of me."

Green eyes stay trained on the doorway, a self-satisfied smile stretching Damian's lips at seeing Richard, Jason and Tim shuffling into the bathroom with varying looks of displeasure written on their faces.

Tim crosses his arms and holds Damian's glare with his own, "So you knew we were there the whole time and didn't say anything?" Damian delights in Tim's eye twitching when he throws some bubbles at him, "Why would I? I was reveling in the knowledge of you three looking on in jealousy and anger at the affection father is so easily giving me. I would be foolish to interrupt the live entertainment."

Jason steps forward and glares down at Damian, "Is that all you see us as is entertainment? We've been here longer than you and you mosey your way on in here and disrespect us by bathing in our father's bathtub and eating our food?"

Damian acknowledges the comment with a sneer, "You all are a circus-" green eyes look over at Richard in amusement-"Though I suppose one of you is used to playing the clown, isn't that right? And as for bathing in his tub and eating the food, your arguments are becoming quite childish and petty, do you not think so? Though If we were to argue that point: I am the blood son, all this will belong to me one day and therefore whatever is my father's is mine. And if you dare fuck this chance up for me to be with the man I've heard stories about since my birth...well, I suppose I'll have to make your life a living hell."

Richard narrows his eyes at the violent curl of Damian's lips and the fire in his eyes. Cursing the boy for how cute he looks when he leans over the tub and looks up at the three of them with wide eyes and a suddenly sweet smile. "And what competition truly is there when I am sitting right here?" Damian flutters his lashes and puffs out his cheeks cutely, "Now get out of my presence before I have to deal with you three myself. And believe you me, you do not want me getting out of this bathtub."

Jason mocks Damian and rolls his eyes, "You do not want me getting out of this bath tub". We aren't scared of you ya little jackass! We have faced worse than an angry, spiteful little gremlin taking a bubble bath. It'll be like dealing with a wet, pathetic looking cat."

Richard looks up in thought before shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know, Jay...wet cats are particularly feisty." Jason elbows the other in his side for the comment, the two starting to argue until the sound of Bruce's footsteps is heard coming near the bathroom. The three send a small glare Damian's way before slipping away to hide just as Bruce pushes the door open.

Damian gives a genuinely happy smile at seeing his father with a vast selection of rubber ducks in his arms. The man quickly dumping the toys in the water and softly apologizing for taking so long, "I'm glad that the tub has a 'keep warm' feature or else you would have been sitting in cold water this whole time."

Damian starts to arrange all the ducks in the water while Bruce reaches up to grab his shampoo, the cap popping open before the man pauses and makes a small noise. "I forgot to ask if you wanted me to use a different product? I can go-" Bruce is pulled back down by a small, wet hand on his arm, turning his head to see his son looking delighted at the thought of using his very own shampoo. "It's fine! I would be honored to smell like you, father! You smell really good."

Bruce settles back down with a smile and squirts out some of the product into his hands while lathering it up. "So how did it go?"

Damian's satisfied little sigh at the gentle hands cleaning his scalp is replaced with a confused hum at the question. "How did what go, father?" Bruce chuckles from behind Damian and continues his work, "The talk with your brothers, you know, the three boys who have decided to hide away in my bathroom. How did it go?"

Damian opens his eyes and cranes his head back to look up into the fondly amused gaze of his father. The man looks down at Damian with a smirk and waits patiently for his other three children to reveal themselves, his smile growing wider at Richard's sigh coming from the bathroom closet and Jason's curses coming from above him. Bruce dips one of his hands in the bathwater to wash it off before reaching over to the sink cabinets and knocking on it thrice.

"I know you're in there, Timmy."

Bruce waits patiently and chuckles at seeing Tim poke his head out from the cabinet with a nervous look in his eyes and frown on his lips. Bruce doesn't mind sitting in the silence as he turns back to finish washing Damian's hair, he can practically hear his childrens worried thoughts wondering about if they are in any trouble-and he just finds that amusing.

Of course, it is Richard that speaks up first, "We just wanted to come check up on him. Make sure he didn't drown in the bathtub since he's so small." Bruce tilts Damian's head back as the boy turned to look at the guilty faces of his siblings and rinses the boy's hair out. Turning to raise a brow at his eldest child as he does so, "He is almost the same size as Jason when I first took him in. Mind you, Jason was perfectly fine when sitting in this same tub."

Damian's eyes widen and he pulls away from his father's hands to point accusingly at the nineteen-year-old. "You got to use this same bathtub!? Why are you mad at me for using it!?" Bruce's brows pinch together and he turns to look at Jason now instead. "You got mad at him for using my tub?"

Damian tugs at Bruce's arm with a fierce nod, "And he threatened me! He and Timothy said they were going to drown me in my own bathwater." Icy blue eyes widen slightly before giving the two teens a disciplinary glare, "Did you threaten to drown your baby brother?" The avoidance of making eye contact from Tim and Jason defensively crossing his arms tells Bruce all he needs to know.

Bruce makes an offended noise and places his hands on his hips while sighing tiredly. "Why would you say that to him? Alfred told me you three were getting along in the cave earlier...were you lying to him when he came down there?"

Richard wants to desperately defend himself from any of these accusations, but he knows Bruce wouldn't believe him if he said that Alfred was just as much into this whole debate as they are. "We weren't lying! It was only a little brotherly teasing, B, we swear it!" Richard shouts and looks desperately at his three youngest brothers in hope that they'll suck up their pride, play along, and make nice with each other to ease their father's worries.

But the evil gleam in Damian's large, green eyes tells the eldest Wayne child otherwise, the baby of the family is set on a righteous vengeance as he wobbles his lower lip and-somehow-reddens his chubby cheeks while leaning over the edge of the tub once again. "Richard is lying, father! He didn't even try to stop them from saying such despicable things! He just sat and watched as Todd and Drake threatened me...do they really not want me here?" Damian murmurs sadly, avoiding eye contact while he dredges up fake tears.

Bruce's glare gets even more intimidating while he looks on disappointedly at his eldest three sons. His sharp gaze returning back to Richard after he finishes thoroughly glaring at the younger two.

"I know Tim and Jason are in control of their own actions...but is this true, Richard? Did you just watch as your other two brothers picked on the baby?" Bruce clicks his tongue in disappointment at the stuttering from Richard and the guilty looks of Jason and Tim and points to the bathroom door with a frown.

"You three wash up. Jason, Tim, you both go to your rooms. I expect apologies from all three of you in the morning."

Jason scoffs and crosses his arms, "Like hell I'm apologizing to the little r-" he trails off at THE LOOK™ Bruce is giving him and looks away, trying a different tactic instead. "I'm nineteen...I don't need to listen to you anymore."

Jason ignores Tim muttering about how he never listens at Bruce pulling the disappointed dad arm cross. "You are absolutely right, Jason Peter. You don't have to listen to me, but you are living in my house, you eat up the food I by with my money and you have yet to move out. And while I provide all those things because I love you dearly, as long as you choose to live under my roof, what does that mean for your nineteen-year-old behind?"

Jason crosses his arms and pouts frowns, "It means I'll wash up and go to my room." The teen gives one last glare to Damian before angrily stomping out of Bruce's room, Tim whispering an apology with wet eyes before exiting the room as well.

Richard feels upset as well, but mainly at himself, isn't he supposed to be the mature one? Where did those times go? The eldest says his good night's before rushing out of Bruce's room and heading to his own only to see Jason and Tim sulking in his bed. Richard sighs before settling on the edge and ruffling the two messy heads, "I thought Bruce told us to wash up and head to bed."

The younger two can hear the unasked question: "why are you two sitting here instead?" Tim answers with a whine and looks up pitifully at the man, "We've done it now! Bruce will never forgive us! Our mistakes are too much and we will surely be sent to live in an orphanage or home for troubled youths..."

Jason glares up at the ceiling but pushes his head farther into the eldest's gentle head pats. "Me and D are too old for the orphanage-"

Tim wails louder in distress, "I'm being separated from more of my only family!? That orphanage system will eat me alive! I don't wanna go!" Jason sits up and leans on his elbows to look down at Tim in genuine confusion and a bit of concern. "Timmers...do you really think you'll be leaving the Manor for some shitty government system? Bruce would rather date the Joker before giving any of us up, now shut up and let me finish! I was also going to say that D doesn't have to go to his room."

Tim lets out a confused noise at the feeling of a large hand replacing Richard's on his head to quickly ruffle his hair affectionately before pushing his face away.

The eldest smiles at the scene before frowning at Jason's comment, "What do you mean? Dad told us to wash up and head to our rooms." Jason shakes his head and gestures to himself and Tim, "Wrong. Dad said the THREE of us had to wash up and me and Tim head to our rooms. I guess because I'm not actually twenty I still get room treatment."

Richard thinks about it for a second before smiling sheepishly, "Well...with the look he was giving, he mind as well have been talking about me too. There's no way I wasn't about to not come into my room as a precaution." Jason sighs loudly and ignores how Tim has sought comfort in his side, the eldest notices Tim doing so and softly sighs. "It's just the anxiety talking, bud. B isn't going to send us away...why don't you go get your clothes and wash up in my bathroom? Then we can have a looong hugging session."

At the words "long", "hugging", and "session." Jason attempts to roll out of the bed but is held down by Richard and immediately smothered in hugs, the second eldest loudly curses and fights while Tim starts laughing at them and jumps on top of Richard.

The sweet moment is ruined by the creek of the door opening and Alfred walking in with Jason and Tim's clothing. "You three better wash up quickly and stop soiling my sheets with your food stained bodies. And you, Jason and Tim, better head to your rooms right after you bathe here or else I'll be telling your father." Tim clears his throat and sits up straight, looking at Alfred curiously.

"What's B doing with Damian now?"

Alfred hands the clothes over to the two teens and smiles at the three with an oddly joyful look in his eyes. "I believe young Master Damian has gained a couple more points as he has used Master Bruce to physically get rid of you three. He is now wearing one of your father's too large for him shirts as we speak and he is sleeping in Master Bruce's bed for the night."

Alfred turns to leave the room and pauses at the doorway, turning around with an impish look that matches Damian's face all too well. "Oh yes, and he told me to tell you three that when you sleep tonight, you better be dreaming of his success-" his face returns back to something stoic as he slowly closes the door with a professional-"Have a good night, young sirs." Jason punches at Richard's pillow angrily when the door clicks shut while Tim huffs and flops back onto the bed.

Richard just groans and buries his face in his hands, wondering to himself where this all went wrong.

(Richard is really out here acting like that kid that gets an A+ all the time and then gets one bad review on Yelp one A- and has a meltdown over it. That is the representation of how he felt at Bruce scolding him. 😂

Also, I know nineteen isn't really an age where anyone gets sent to their room...but let Bruce be a dad! And I wasn't going to swap ages around suddenly for it lol, I do hope everyone can ignore that sksksk. And poor Tim becoming anxious over Bruce getting mad, poor lad will probably be up all night like 🌘👄 🌒 at the thought of Bruce sending him away.

Basically the summary of this pt is:

Richard: 😡🌝(<- his scheming face)😅😱😞😓🥺😢

Jason: 😡💯🔥😡🤬🤬🤬🤬😒(<- at Damian)😔(<- when Bruce scolds him)🤬😡🤬😡🤬😡

Tim: 😒😡🥲😔🥺😓😞🌘👄🌒😭😕🙁☹️😨😰(<- the last five is him thinking about being sent away)

As usual, if anyone manages to see and like/reblog this, you are much appreciated! You lovelies please stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)

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emonaculate · 1 month ago

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Episode O: Teaser

For as long as I can remember, I've been different—special in ways I couldn’t quite understand. Maybe it was my unusually white hair or my blue eyes that resembled frozen ice cubes. I’ve tried to blend in, to act as if nothing was wrong, but normal has never been my forte.

You’re probably reading this and wondering what I’m babbling about. This isn’t the story you signed up for, right? You want to hear about all the villains I've taken down, the babies’ foreheads I’ve kissed after saving New Tokyo from yet another threat. Well, I’m getting to that—just let me be a little melodramatic for a moment. Jesus, can I ever catch a fucking break?

To those of you who just happened to stumble upon this book and have no idea what I’m talking about, let me explain. My name is Satoru Gojo, and I’m the one and only Spider-Man, protecting my home, New Tokyo, from anything and anyone that threatens its peace.

This little book you’ve found—yes, the one you’re nosily reading—is my diary of sorts. My therapist recommended I write down my feelings. According to her, I’m “severely mentally unstable” and she thinks that voicing my thoughts instead of relying on self-deprecating jokes might help me get “better.” So, here we are.

And don’t worry your pretty little head; I fully intend to start from the very beginning and explain exactly what made me so unstable in the first place. Fair warning: my story is a long one. Not that I think you mind—look at you, all curled up in your cozy pajamas, excitedly waiting for me to share the depressing tale of my life. Yeah, I can see you; don’t act shy now. Fix your posture and go drink some water! I know you’re hunched over and probably haven’t left your room all day (and no, work doesn’t count).

Sorry, that’s an old habit I picked up from—well, it doesn’t matter. Let’s begin, shall we?

Satoru was jolted awake by the sound of his curtains being ripped open, the bright sunlight burning through his closed eyelids.

"Get up, loser."

The now fifteen-year-old boy sat up and glared at his attacker; his piercing sapphire eyes locked onto a pair of matching ones. Of course, who else would wake up the birthday boy in such a cruel fashion but his annoyingly cheerful older sister, Sayori Gojo?

Standing at 5'10", Sayori looked down at her younger brother with a devilish smirk. The piercing in her lower lip gleamed with mischief, mirroring the sparkle in her eyes. Though they shared striking features—those vivid eyes and snowy white hair—the siblings couldn’t be more different. Sayori was as pale as could be, and her once-long, beautiful hair was now a choppy mess that seemed impossible to tame. It also didnt help that she had the features of a model. However, piercings adorned her face: in her nose, on her tongue, and, of course, in her bottom lip, all of which their parents disapproved of.

"You're going on fifty... why do you act like this?" Satoru grumbled, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

A squeak of disbelief escaped Sayori’s lips, clearly shocked by her brother’s claim. "I am only twenty-seven! I just recently turned that age, so let’s not act like it’s anywhere close to fifty, you freak."

Gojo rolled his eyes, slipping out of bed to stretch and prepare for his day—his birthday.

Satoru turned his back to Sayori, moving to his (one of many dressers) to pull out clothes for the day. He could feel her lingering in the doorway, a smirk still plastered on her face.

"Seriously, Sayori, I need to get dressed," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, not wanting her to mock him for anymore voice cracks. "You can’t just barge in here and expect to hang out while I’m half-asleep."

Sayori leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms. "But it’s my job as the older sister to make sure you don’t just throw on whatever looks least wrinkled."

"Well, I’m not a toddler anymore. I can dress myself." He threw a shirt over his shoulder, missing the mark as it landed on his bed instead.

"But can you really?" she teased, stepping further back into the room, her eyes scanning the chaos of clothes, figurines, and gaming controllers strewn about. "What if you end up wearing something ridiculous? You know how embarrassing that would be on your big day?"

"Sayori," Gojo warned, spinning to face her with a glare that could kill. "If you don’t get out of my room right now, I swear I’ll tell mom and dad where you were on family picture day."

Sayori's eyes widened in horror as she lifted her hands up as a sign of surrendering. Yes she was a grown woman, but both she and Satoru knew that making their parents unhappy meant them telling the siblings' grandfather.. and no one wanted to disappoint grandfather.

"Fine. Don't come crying to me if you get bullied for some funky ass fit."

"Yeah, Yeah," Satoru said, smirking as he nudged her toward the door. "Now out you go. I’m serious."

With a dramatic sigh, Sayori finally relented, stepping back into the hallway.

"Otaku loser."

She murmured to herself as she walked away from the door, flipping off the teen.

"Crack whore," he called after her, slamming the door before she could come back to kick his ass. As he turned back to his reflection, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the string of curses that followed the older woman banging on his locked room door. Once the banging died down, Satoru redirected his attention to focusing on getting ready for his birthday celebration.

Today wasn’t just any day for Satoru; it was the one day a year his family pretended he was their top priority. While most kids looked forward to presents or parties, Satoru just looked forward to being noticed.

Sayori’s visit, as chaotic as it was, had been a rare gesture. Usually, she was the ghost of the house, flitting in and out of their lives, almost always in defiance of whatever their parents were trying to enforce at the moment. If their parents praised something, she was bound to hate it. If they disapproved, she’d embrace it with open arms. But even with all her rebellion, she still managed to show up for his birthday each year, barging in to tease him and make a ruckus just because she knew it mattered to him.

His parents, however, were another story. Gojo Enterprise was their true firstborn, and everything else—including him—seemed to come second. They rarely had time for him, and on the off chance they did, their visits usually consisted of half-hearted advice, critiques on his school achievements, or reminders of how he could "be even better." If they bothered to ask about his grades, it wasn’t because they cared about him but because they wanted to show off his straight As in one of their many social gatherings.

Satoru sighed, already preparing for the disappointment he was bound to face today, as he glanced at his blurry reflection in the mirror. Staring back was a scrawny, pale kid with a mess of white hair that never seemed to settle the way he wanted. He gave his reflection a halfhearted smirk. It wasn’t that he hated how he looked—well, maybe a little—but it wasn’t exactly what he’d call intimidating, either.

He squinted, barely making out the details of his own face in the glass.

"I really need to find my glasses," He muttered, groping around on his dresser until his hand brushed the familiar, clunky frames. Sliding them on, his vision cleared, and he grimaced. There he was, in all his nerdy glory, complete with a pair of thick glasses that did nothing to boost his confidence.

Satoru sighed again as he rifled through his clothes, pulling out a graphic tee featuring a retro anime character that probably no one else in his class even knew about. He tugged it over his head and then picked out a pair of faded jeans that were just slightly too big. His sister's teasing rang in his mind, and he huffed, folding up the cuffs so he wouldn’t trip over them.

As he fiddled with his clothes, he caught sight of his reflection once more. Yep, he was thin as a twig, with a body that looked like it might snap if the wind blew too hard. But his mind quickly shifted to his upcoming birthday plans—the new manga release he asked his parents for, the multiplayer game he’d been itching to finish with Geto and Shoko. Those thoughts made him forget, even if just for a moment, about his awkward looks and lack of bulk.

He rolled his eyes as he recalled Sayori’s antics. Sure, she loved poking fun at his “style,” but it wasn’t like he could hide who he was. He was a full-blown nerd, and no amount of fancy clothes or money was going to change that.

Satoru double-checked the lock (he had made it himself using scraps from Geto's parents mechanic shop), feeling a small sense of relief as he heard the click. It wasn’t that he hated the maids or the staff—they were usually polite enough—but he couldn't stand how they’d rearrange everything, trying to turn his room into some pristine display instead of the controlled chaos he preferred.

To anyone else, it might’ve looked like a mess: figurines lined up haphazardly across his shelves, manga volumes stacked in precarious towers, and a jumble of notebooks, controllers, and cables sprawled across his desk. But to him, every item had its place. His favorite games were within arm’s reach, his sketchbooks for drawing piled near the window for the best light, and his notes from school carefully wedged between books on his bed frame. It was a system no one else could understand, but it worked.

He took a final look back at his door, almost as if he could will it to stay locked even if he couldn’t be there to guard it. With a small sigh, he turned and started down the hall, steeling himself for the inevitable attention he’d get today.

Satoru descended the grand, spiraling staircase of the mansion, his fingers trailing along the cool marble railing. It was early, and the house was quiet save for the faint hum of voices echoing from the foyer. As he reached the bottom, he spotted them—two familiar figures standing awkwardly in the grand entryway, dwarfed by towering crystal vases and oversized paintings on the walls.

“Yo, birthday boy!” Shoko called out, offering a lopsided grin as she tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. She wore her usual black leather jacket and ripped jeans with some random punk band tanktop, looking relaxed despite the stuffy atmosphere of the mansion.

Beside her stood Geto, hands in his pockets, his expression cool but with the hint of a smile he usually reserved for special occasions. “Took you long enough. I thought you’d abandoned us for some high-society brunch,” he teased, his eyes twinkling.

Satoru couldn’t help but laugh. “As if I’d ever choose those people over you two. I’d rather deal with Sayori’s wake-up calls every morning.”

The three of them exchanged grins, and the comfort of their presence helped Satoru shake off the lingering weight of his family’s expectations. Unlike everyone else in his life, Shoko and Geto never cared about who his family was or how extravagant his home looked. They were here for him, and on his birthday, that meant more than anything else.

Shoko held up a paper bag. “I brought breakfast sandwiches. Figured you might not want to eat whatever rich people snobby shit they serve here.”

Satoru’s face lit up. “You’re a lifesaver. And you know me too well.” He snagged a sandwich from her bag, taking a huge bite as they made their way toward the front door.

“So,” Geto said, raising an eyebrow, “you ready for some serious button-mashing at the arcade? I’ve been practicing, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be taking down the ‘birthday champion’ today.”

Satoru smirked, his mouth full. “Good luck with that, buddy. You’ve never beaten me before, and I don’t plan to let you start today.”

They laughed together as they stepped outside, the morning sun warming their faces. Satoru glanced back at the towering mansion behind him, then back to his friends, who waited for him by the sleek black car his family had arranged for the day.

The arcade was alive with flashing lights and the constant hum of machines, its walls plastered with neon signs and colorful yet corny posters. The air was thick with the familiar clinking of tokens, the beep-beep of high scores being shattered, and the excited chatter of kids and teens alike. Satoru, Shoko, and Geto had been there for hours, fully immersed in the chaotic joy of the place.

They had already blown through several rounds of classics—racing games, fighting games, even a basketball shooter. Geto had tried his best to dethrone Satoru on every machine, but the birthday boy’s natural knack for gaming held strong. Each time, Geto threw his hands up in defeat while Satoru flashed his signature smug grin. Shoko, meanwhile, had spent most of the day lounging in one of the booths with a soda, only occasionally joining in to wipe the floor with them in games that required quick reflexes. It appeared that the young teenage girl was too cool to play with the boys but she still appeared to enjoy watching them play.

As the hours slipped by, they barely noticed the crowd thinning around them. The noise from the machines still pulsed, but it had quieted slightly, with only the diehard players sticking around until closing time. Satoru was at one of his favorite stations—an old-school zombie shooter game with plastic guns that rattled in your hands as you fired.

He stood poised, blasting away at wave after wave of the undead, completely in the zone. Shoko sidled up next to him, leaning casually against the machine, her eyes gleaming with an idea.

"You think you’re hot stuff, huh?" She said, watching as he took out another zombie with ease.

Satoru glanced over, raising an eyebrow. "Please, I’ve been beating this game since I've known how to pronounce the word "Gameboy". What are you getting at?"

Shoko smirked. "I’m saying let’s raise the stakes. One final round before we head out. You versus me, on the zombie shooter. Winner gets to make a bet."

Geto, munching on what was probably his fifth snack of the day, looked up with interest. "Now this I gotta see."

Satoru chuckled. "What kind of bet are we talking about?"

Shoko’s eyes glinted mischievously, as if she knew something that Satoru didn't. "If I win—which, let’s face it, I probably won’t—you have to sneak us into your parents’ lab. I’ve been dying to see what kind of tech they’re cooking up in there."

Satoru froze for a second, blinking at her as if she’d just suggested something insane. "You want me to break into my parents’ private research lab?" he asked incredulously.

Shoko shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "Yeah. What, scared I might actually win?"

Satoru narrowed his eyes, the competitive edge kicking in. "Fine. But when I win, you have to actually go with me to see Alien vs Spider-Ants III"

"Deal," Shoko said, grabbing the second gun controller from the holster.

They both positioned themselves in front of the screen, the machine lighting up with eerie green and red colors as the game counted down to start. Geto leaned on a nearby arcade machine, arms crossed, watching the showdown with a growing grin.

The game began, and for the first few rounds, Satoru dominated as expected, picking off zombies with perfect aim and precision. Shoko kept pace, but just barely, struggling to keep up with his rhythm. As the levels progressed and the zombies came faster, something shifted. Shoko’s aim became sharper, her reflexes quicker, and soon she was gunning down zombies with an accuracy that surprised both Satoru and Geto.

"Shoko, when did you get this good?" Satoru muttered, beads of sweat forming on his brow as the game threw its hardest challenges at them.

She didn’t answer, too focused on the screen, her face a picture of calm concentration. The crowd around them had thinned even more, but a few people gathered to watch the final showdown. The zombie boss loomed on the screen, huge and menacing, but Shoko remained unfazed.

It came down to the final seconds. Satoru’s score was high, but Shoko had caught up, and in a burst of perfect timing, she landed the final critical shot that sent the boss crashing to the ground.

The screen flashed: Player 2 Wins!

Satoru’s jaw dropped. Geto let out a low whistle, laughing. "Well, well, looks like you’ve been hustled, sweetheart."

Shoko stood there, grinning widely, her gun still in hand as she shot Satoru a triumphant look. "Guess it’s time for you to keep up your end of the deal, Gojo."

He shook his head in disbelief, but he couldn’t help smiling. "You seriously just pretended to not be good at this game so I could show you my parents' lab?"

"Looks like it," Shoko said, leaning the gun against the machine with a satisfied click. "Now, speaking of that lab..."

Satoru groaned, rubbing his temples. "You’re insane, you know that?"

"I know," she replied, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. "But come on, we’re not really gonna pass up an adventure, are we?"

The arcade buzzed softly around them, the flashing lights now dimming as closing time neared. The clock was ticking, and Satoru knew that tomorrow, or sometime soon, he’d be leading them on a whole different kind of game—one far more dangerous than any zombie shooter.. if he got caught that is.

Satoru couldn’t believe he was actually going through with this. The city lights of New Tokyo glowed around him as he led Shoko and Geto down a deserted alley that ran along the back of Gojo Enterprises’ research lab. The building was sleek and high-tech, its walls lined with reinforced glass and flashing security cameras, and the closer they got, the louder Satoru's heartbeat thudded in his chest.

They crouched near a loading dock, out of sight from the main entrance. The thrill of sneaking out in the dead of night was exhilarating, but the stakes felt entirely different now. He took a deep breath, trying to look calm even though his mind raced. After all, he’d convinced his parents' driver to drop them off by claiming they were going to a midnight movie—no one would suspect a thing until morning.

Shoko nudged him, a grin plastered on her face. “So, how are we getting in, Mr. Genius?”

Satoru pulled a small key card from the pocket of his baggy jeans. "Family card. They give one to all Gojo relatives for ‘emergency access,’" he said, quoting the excuse his parents had given when they handed it to him years ago. He’d never had a reason to use it—until now.

Geto raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been sitting on this secret card and never used it?”

“Didn’t exactly plan on breaking into my parents’ lab,” Satoru shot back, swiping the card on a hidden panel by the door. The scanner blinked green, and with a soft hiss, the heavy door slid open. “But let’s move fast. Cameras reset every five minutes, so we don’t have much time before they pick us up again.”

They slipped inside, careful to stay low and quiet as they made their way through a dimly lit corridor. The lab felt eerily empty, with the hum of machinery and faint, blinking lights from high-tech devices casting shadows across the walls. As they crept further into the building, they passed rows of glass cases displaying various prototypes—everything from sleek gadgets to high-tech robotics in the early stages of development.

Shoko’s eyes sparkled as she inspected the devices on display. “Wow, I had no idea they were working on stuff like this,” she whispered, leaning closer to get a look at a sleek, futuristic helmet inside one of the cases.

Geto chuckled softly. “Satoru, you’ve been holding out on us. This is some next-level tech.”

Satoru rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t hide a grin. “You think I know anything about this stuff? They don’t exactly invite me to company presentations.”

They reached the far end of the corridor, where a steel door loomed, marked with a glowing red Authorized Personnel Only sign. Satoru hesitated, glancing at Shoko and Geto, both of whom seemed unfazed.

"Well, here goes nothing," he muttered, swiping his card again. This time, the door opened into an expansive room filled with a dizzying array of tech—computer stations lined the walls, and strange devices blinked and whirred on metal tables. In the center of the room was a large glass chamber, towering over them with cables stretching to the ceiling and intricate wires weaving in and out of its frame.

"What… is this place?" Satoru whispered, his voice echoing slightly in the cavernous lab.

Shoko moved closer to the chamber, her curiosity overriding any fear. “Maybe… some kind of energy source? Or a containment unit?”

Geto joined her, nodding in agreement. “Looks like something out of a sci-fi movie. You sure your parents just work in tech?”

Satoru shrugged, suddenly feeling out of place in his own parents' world. “Beats me. They’re always secretive about what exactly goes on in here.”

They edged closer to the chamber, marveling at the sleek design and the strange, pulsing energy that seemed to radiate from within. Shoko reached a hand out to the glass, her eyes wide. “Think they’d notice if we touched—"

Before she could finish, a faint hum grew louder, and the chamber seemed to activate, the energy inside swirling in bright colors that almost hypnotized them. Alarms began to blare throughout the lab, red lights flashing along the walls.

Smoke poured into the room, thick and suffocating. Satoru coughed, his heart hammering as the reality of their situation sank in. He had known this was a risky plan, but he’d never expected things to spiral out of control like this. Alarms blared louder, echoing off the metal walls, and the sound of heavy footsteps told him that security guards were close—way too close.

Shoko’s eyes darted around the room, her face unusually serious. “Satoru, we need an exit, now!”

Geto was already tugging on his arm, but Satoru hesitated for one precious second, glancing back at the chamber they’d accidentally triggered. Whatever was inside it was still glowing, pulsating faster as if it were alive.

“Gojo, move!” Geto’s shout snapped him out of his thoughts.

He tore his gaze from the chamber and followed them through the smoke-filled lab, scanning the room for any possible way out. Just as he spotted a side exit, the security guards burst through the main entrance, their flashlights cutting through the smoke.

“Stop right there!” one of them yelled, reaching for his radio to call for backup.

Satoru bolted, adrenaline fueling him as they sprinted toward the side door. He could hear Shoko’s heavy breathing and Geto’s hurried footsteps right behind him. They reached the door just in time, slipping through and slamming it shut behind them. But they weren’t safe yet. A new alarm began to sound, signaling that the side exit had been breached, and they could hear the guards mobilizing to cut them off.

“This is bad—really bad,” Satoru muttered, his voice thick with fear. His parents would never forgive him if they found out he’d broken into their lab, especially after setting off all the alarms. And that’s if he was even lucky enough to make it out without getting caught.

“We’ll worry about that later,” Shoko said, her usual nonchalance now replaced by urgency. “Just focus on getting out of here!”

They rounded a corner, spotting a stairwell that led up to the rooftop. Without hesitation, they bolted up the steps, lungs burning as they climbed. Reaching the top, they burst out onto the rooftop, gulping in fresh air as they skidded to a halt. Below them, security lights swept across the alleyway, and they could hear more guards closing in.

“Look!” Geto pointed to an adjacent rooftop a short distance away.

Satoru’s stomach dropped at the sight, but with no other option, he nodded, steeling himself. “We jump on three.”

With synchronized breaths, they counted down, then ran full speed toward the edge, launching themselves into the air. Satoru’s heart skipped a beat as he flew over the gap, barely managing to land on his feet. Shoko and Geto landed beside him, all of them wobbling but standing.

As they darted toward the next stairwell, Satoru cast one last glance back at the lab, the pulsing glow of the chamber visible through the windows. He didn’t know what they had just unleashed—or what his parents would say when they found out—but he knew that after tonight, nothing would be the same.

Satoru barely had a moment to catch his breath, a triumphant grin just starting to form on his face when the sharp, searing pain shot through his hand. It felt as though fire had exploded beneath his skin, racing up his arm and spreading through his entire body in waves. His muscles locked up instantly, his limbs going rigid as he collapsed onto the rooftop, his vision blurring around the edges.

He tried to scream, but his mouth wouldn't move. He could only lie there, his mind whirling as he struggled to make sense of the pain.

"Satoru!" Shoko's voice cut through the haze, sharp and panicked. Her face swam into his vision, pale against the dark sky as she leaned over him, hands hovering helplessly. "Something bit him—a spider or...something, I don’t know!"

Geto knelt beside her, his own face stricken with worry. "Stay with us, man! Just breathe, slow breaths. You’re okay."

But Satoru was no way in hell okay; he got fucking bit by the damn predator it felt like. The pain was consuming, a hot, pulsing sensation that twisted and convulsed in his muscles. His vision swam, and his hearing faded, Shoko’s frantic voice becoming muffled as though he were underwater. He couldn’t even feel his limbs anymore, just the intense, searing agony and the terrifying sense that he was slipping away.

Focus, he tried to tell himself. Breathe.

But the harder he tried, the worse it got, until the world finally faded entirely, sinking into total blackness.

Satoru blinked, trying to shake off the lingering fog in his mind. The hospital room came into focus, sharp and clear—clearer than he could ever remember seeing, actually. His eyes darted around, adjusting to the sudden brightness that seemed to be assaulting his senses. Everything was so vivid, so intensely defined. His mind stuttered over the realization, then froze as he looked over at the nightstand and saw his glasses lying there, untouched.

He swallowed, the bitter taste in his mouth making him grimace. It was the kind of taste he associated with hospital medication, antiseptic and sharp, but it was nothing compared to the shock of realizing he could see perfectly fine without his glasses.

Satoru brought a shaky hand up to his face, feeling his bare skin where his frames usually rested. He stared at his fingers, noticing the faint prickling sensation running through his hand, where a painful, pulsing ache was subsiding. He clenched his hand experimentally, and to his surprise, the movement felt almost... unnatural. Powerful, even. But also slightly off, like he wasn’t entirely in control of his own strength.

His mind raced as he tried to make sense of everything. Just as he was about to sit up, the door creaked open, and a familiar face poked through—Shoko, eyes red-rimmed and worried, though she managed a weak grin when she saw he was awake.

"Satoru," she whispered, relief flooding her expression as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "You’re okay."

"Kind of feels like I got hit by a truck," he muttered, the sound of his own voice startling him with its newfound clarity. "But...I guess I’m fine." He hesitated, looking down at his bare hand, flexing it slowly. "Shoko, what happened? All I remember is that something bit me, and then… nothing."

Shoko glanced at the door, as if worried someone might overhear, then lowered her voice. "The doctors said it was some sort of spider bite. They were… surprised by how intense your reaction was. You were unconscious for almost a full day, Satoru. They were worried you’d need emergency care, but then you suddenly stabilized."

Satoru’s brow furrowed as he listened, the hospital room seeming to sharpen even further in his vision, every speck of dust, every crease in the bedsheets standing out. "A spider bite," he echoed, trying to wrap his head around it. He swallowed, feeling his heart rate start to quicken. "Shoko, this might sound weird, but... I don’t need my glasses."

She looked at him, momentarily confused. "What? Like... your vision’s better?"

"Perfect," he said, still half in disbelief. "Everything’s way sharper than before. And it’s not just my sight—it’s like my whole body feels different. Stronger, somehow."

Shoko’s eyes widened slightly as she watched him, the hints of worry creeping back into her expression. "Maybe… I don’t know. The doctors didn’t say anything about side effects from the bite. I figured you’d just need some meds and rest, but..." She bit her lip. "Maybe this is something else."

"Yeah, maybe," Satoru murmured, glancing down at his hand, flexing it again to see if he could detect any more changes. His hand was still tingling slightly, and for a second, he could swear he felt something coursing through him, like an electric hum simmering just under the surface.

He went quiet seeing how worried his friend had become over his current state and thought quickly to change the subject.

"So what did you tell my parents and did they find out?"

Shoko's gaze softened, and she looked away, scratching the back of her neck. "Well, I... I didn't really have to tell them much," she admitted, her voice dropping. "Your parents didn’t exactly come rushing to check on you."

Satoru nodded, the familiar sting settling in his chest. Of course they hadn’t shown up—not that he’d truly expected them to. They were probably too busy to be bothered with a minor "incident" like their only son lying unconscious in a hospital bed.

"But don’t worry," Shoko continued quickly, "Geto and I took care of everything. We told the doctors it was some freak accident at an arcade and that you didn't want to bother your family. Geto's great at talking to adults, so he handled most of it. I made sure the story didn’t get too detailed, just in case anyone decided to contact your parents."

Satoru managed a small smile, the weight lifting slightly. "You guys are lifesavers. I don’t even know how to thank you.”

Shoko grinned, folding her arms over her chest. “Yeah, well, I’m not missing my friend’s birthday just because he’s out cold in a hospital bed. Besides, that’s what friends are for, right?”

He relaxed a bit, letting himself enjoy the normalcy her words brought. "Still, sorry for dragging you both into this. I swear I’m done with ‘birthday dares’ for a while.”

“Oh, come on. Just means next year we’ll have to top it,” Shoko teased, the worry lifting from her face for the first time. “But no science labs this time. That’s my rule.”

Satoru chuckled, feeling that bittersweet blend of relief and exhaustion.

Satoru left the hospital the next morning, a strange mix of anticipation and uncertainty bubbling under his skin. Shoko and Geto stayed by his side, laughing and teasing him as he forged his parents signatures on the discharge papers and threw on his jacket. On the outside, everything seemed normal. But with each step out of the hospital and into the bustling streets of New Tokyo, Satoru couldn’t ignore the surreal sensations coursing through him.

As they walked, he noticed the colors around him seemed richer, more vivid. The sunlight was brighter than ever, and he could even make out the distant hum of traffic and the rhythmic beat of footsteps on the street in a way he’d never noticed before. Sounds that used to blend into the background now came alive with distinct clarity, like the street vendors calling out their deals or the faint clinking of coins in a cup. He found himself grinning, though he quickly covered it, hoping Shoko and Geto wouldn’t catch on.

Once he parted ways with his friends, Satoru ducked into an alley, eager to test out just how far these changes went. He glanced around, then focused on the nearest building, a three-story structure with narrow ledges and windowsills. He flexed his hands and felt that faint tingle from before, almost like his muscles were thrumming with energy, as though something deep within him was waiting to be unleashed.

With a burst of confidence, he reached up and grabbed the edge of the first window ledge. His hand seemed to stick to the surface, and he felt a strange ease as he hoisted himself up with barely any effort. Climbing felt natural, almost instinctual, as he scaled the building effortlessly, moving from ledge to ledge until he reached the top, breathing only slightly heavier than normal. He looked down, heart pounding with excitement as he realized just how far he'd come with barely a bead of sweat.

For the next few days, Satoru honed these strange abilities in secret. He found that he could leap several feet in the air, lifting his entire weight with ease, and his reflexes had sharpened to the point that he could catch a falling object before it hit the ground without even thinking about it. At home, he practiced in his room, keeping his movements swift and silent. But hiding his new powers became tricky when it came to everyday life.

He had to remind himself to walk at a normal pace, not to slam doors by accident, and to avoid overdoing it when reaching for things. More than once, he found himself gripping something—like a cup or a book—only to nearly crush it in his hands. He made a habit of wearing gloves in front of his family to keep them from noticing how sticky his grip seemed to be at times.

At school, he kept his distance, careful not to reveal just how fast he could dodge or how precise his aim had become. His classmates might have thought he was just focused on his studies, but in reality, he was constantly aware of every sound, every movement around him, his senses alive with newfound sharpness.

Yet, every time he looked in the mirror, Satoru felt a pang of disbelief. This new strength was thrilling, but the mystery of what exactly had happened to him—and what else might still change—kept him on edge. The spider bite had unlocked something inside him, something that seemed beyond his understanding, and for now, all he could do was keep it hidden and hope it wouldn’t get him into even more trouble.

"Yo, earth to Satoru! For fucksakes man, I've been calling you for about five minutes. You good?" Geto questioned his bestfriend, flicking the boy's head.

Satoru blinked seeming hyper aware of his surroundings once more, sitting at the lunch table with his friends.

"Shoko was explaining that she has free time to go see that aliens movie if you still wanna go... Hey, since when did you start wearing contacts?"

Satoru cleared his throat, forcing a grin as he adjusted his seat. "Oh, yeah—uh, thought I'd try the contacts thing. Glasses were getting annoying, you know?" He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling an uncomfortable warmth creep up as Geto and Shoko both kept their eyes on him.

Shoko arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she let it slide, taking a long sip of her milk tea. “Right. Well, if you’re done spacing out, are you still down for the movie tonight?”

“Of course!” Satoru said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. He winced, then shrugged, trying to play it off as nonchalance. “I mean, yeah, sounds good. I could use the distraction.”

Geto leaned back, crossing his arms and studying him thoughtfully. "Okay, but seriously, man, something’s different about you. You’re... taller? And last week you had those huge bags under your eyes, but now…” He squinted, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “It’s like you’ve hit some weird puberty growth spurt overnight.”

Satoru forced another laugh, brushing off his friends' observations with a dismissive wave. "Maybe I just finally got a good night's sleep. Been hitting the books too hard, I guess.”

Shoko wasn’t buying it. She watched him closely, her gaze drifting from his eyes to his posture, noting the way he seemed more poised, almost... alert, like he was holding back some bound-up energy. She shook her head slightly but decided to hold her tongue, letting Geto do most of the interrogating.

“Alright, fine,” Geto finally relented, shrugging. “Guess puberty is just hitting you like a truck, or maybe all those spider bites actually boosted your immune system or something.”

“Yeah, maybe it’s the spider bites,” Satoru muttered, forcing himself to look casual as he took a bite of his food, trying not to think about how true those words were.

As they settled back into their usual banter, Satoru’s mind wandered again, this time with a strange sense of exhilaration. He couldn’t wait to test the limits of his newfound abilities later, though he knew he’d have to be careful around Shoko and Geto. They might not have figured out his secret yet, but one wrong move, and they’d be onto him in no time.

The theater was packed, buzzing with the energy of weekend crowds as Satoru met up with Geto and Shoko by the concession stand. They handed him a large soda and a bag of popcorn, and the three of them made their way to their seats, laughing and chatting about random nonsense as the previews rolled.

Settling in, Satoru tried to focus on the movie as it started, the eerie music and ominous landscapes immersing him in the story. But not long after the first scene, a strange sensation began to creep over him—a tingling sense of unease prickling the back of his neck. He shifted in his seat, glancing around the theater, but everyone was engrossed in the movie, their faces dimly lit by the flickering screen.

“Satoru, you good?” Geto whispered, catching his movement.

"Yeah," Satoru replied quickly, forcing a casual smile. "Just... bathroom break, I’ll be back." He slipped out of his seat and exited the theater, the sensation growing stronger with each step he took.

The hallway outside the theater was quiet, with only the faint sounds of distant movie scenes filtering through the walls. Satoru turned toward the restroom, hoping the walk would shake the feeling off. Just as he rounded a corner, however, he heard muffled voices. A quick glance confirmed it: near the vending machines at the far end of the hall, a young girl was cornered by three men, their postures aggressive, her expression one of fear.

His heartbeat quickened, and he took a step closer, instinctively straightening, his mind racing. One of the men looked up and noticed him, his mouth twisting into a sneer.

"Hey, kid," the guy called out, his voice low and menacing, "mind your own business unless you want trouble."

Satoru froze for a moment, considering his options. He clenched his fists, then forced himself to nod and back away, walking to the restroom as if he hadn’t seen anything. But the uneasy feeling gnawed at him, intensifying with every step. There was no way he could just ignore it, not after what he’d seen.

Then, his gaze landed on a rack of merchandise near the entrance—specifically, an alien mask sold as part of a popcorn tub set. An idea sparked, and before he knew it, he grabbed the mask, slipping it over his head as he moved back toward the hallway. He made sure to pull the hood of his jacket up over it, creating a makeshift disguise. Heart pounding, he squared his shoulders and strode back toward the vending machines.

The men were still there, laughing and murmuring threats to the girl, who looked like she was struggling to hold back tears.

"Hey," Satoru called out, his voice slightly muffled by the mask. His stance was calm, but his body thrummed with the same strange energy he’d been feeling all week. "Leave her alone."

The men turned, looking stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Look, it’s a freaking alien coming to save the day!” one of them sneered, stepping closer. “You better walk away now, or you’re gonna regret it.”

Satoru felt a surge of confidence, his senses heightened, and without another word, he lunged forward, his fist connecting with the guy’s stomach hard. A loud crunch was heard (okay Satoru definitely needed to learn how to pull his punches.) The man stumbled back, clutching his middle in shock coughing in agony, and the others gaped before snarling and moving toward him. But Satoru was ready.

He ducked a punch, easily sidestepping and sweeping the man’s leg out from under him, watching as he tumbled to the floor. The other grabbed his shoulder, but Satoru twisted, using his newfound strength to wrench free and land another hit square in the man’s jaw. The guy staggered back, dazed, and before they could regroup, Satoru shot the girl a quick nod.

“Run. Now,” he said, his voice steady.

The girl hesitated, then nodded gratefully and took off down the hall. The men were left disoriented, clutching their bruises as they glared at him.

“You freak!” one of them shouted, reaching out for Satoru again, but he dodged, throwing one final punch that sent the guy crashing against the candy stand. With his heart pounding and his muscles humming, Satoru straightened, watching as the men scrambled to their feet and bolted out of the hall.

"I'd put some ice on those ribs.. maybe see a doctor." He called out after them.

Satisfied, he adjusted the alien mask and slipped back into the theater, where Shoko and Geto were too immersed in the movie to notice his absence. He pulled off the mask, hiding it in his jacket with a quiet, exhilarated breath.

He'd never felt so alive.

As Satoru settled back into his seat, the adrenaline still coursing through him, he felt an odd mix of exhilaration and relief. The movie flickered on, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about what just happened. He glanced at Shoko and Geto, who were completely engrossed in the film, unaware of the small battle he had just fought.

The eerie atmosphere of the movie now felt different to him; it was as if the tension on screen mirrored the heightened state he was in. He shifted in his seat, letting the popcorn bag settle in his lap as he tried to ground himself in the moment. But the feeling of empowerment lingered, nudging at the corners of his mind.

After a few moments, Geto turned to him, a bemused expression on his face. “What took you so long? Did you get lost in there or something?”

Satoru chuckled, brushing it off. “Yeah, just had a little trouble finding the restroom.” He grabbed a handful of popcorn, trying to focus on the movie and not the chaos he'd just left behind. But the image of the girl’s frightened face haunted him.

“Bet you’re glad to be back,” Shoko said, not looking away from the screen. “I heard the part where the spider-ant emerged from the woman's stomach—such a classic jump scare!”

“Totally,” Satoru replied, forcing enthusiasm into his tone. But inside, he was still replaying the confrontation in his head. He didn’t just intervene; he had fought back.

As the movie progressed, Satoru found himself occasionally glancing at the exit, half-expecting the men to return, though they were likely long gone. The thrill of standing up to them filled him with a strange sense of purpose.

“What are you thinking about?” Geto asked, noticing Satoru’s distracted demeanor.

“Just… the movie,” he said, forcing a grin. “It’s pretty intense.” He leaned back, trying to blend into the ambiance of the theater, but the incident weighed heavily on him.

Finally, as the credits began to roll, Satoru felt the energy of the theater shift. People started to stand and chatter, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to do more. He leaned over to Shoko and Geto.

“Hey, what if we check out that comic shop down the street after this? I heard they have some new releases,” he suggested, hoping to keep the momentum of their night going.

“Sounds good to me!” Shoko replied, stretching her arms. “I could use a new read.”

Geto shrugged. “Sure, why not? Just make sure you don’t get us into any trouble, alien boy.”

Satoru laughed, feeling lighter. “No promises.” As they made their way out of the theater, he took a deep breath, the cool air outside refreshing against his skin. Maybe tonight would be the start of something new for him—something more than just movies and popcorn.

Two Years Later…

At seventeen, Satoru Gojo stood tall, his once-scrawny frame now replaced with defined rippling muscles, the result of relentless training and countless nights spent honing his powers. His snowy white hair had grown out in unruly waves (he should probably cut it), which he made no effort to tame. His dimples—something he never knew he had until recently—now made every smirk dangerous, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by his classmates, who were starting to call him "unreasonably good-looking." Adding to the change were the black stud earrings glinting on both ears, giving him an effortlessly cool edge.

He slid a pair of sleek, pitch-black circular shades onto his face, shielding his hypersensitive sapphire-blue eyes from the glaring sunlight that threatened to overwhelm his vision. His eyes, once a challenge to focus, had become razor-sharp weapons. He could spot movement from blocks away, read the most subtle shifts in a person’s body language, and detect danger long before it arrived. But with these new skills came the annoying side effect of photosensitivity—regular daylight now felt like staring into a floodlight, hence the constant use of his shades.

It wasn’t just his body that had evolved—his entire life had shifted. For the past two years, Satoru had been living a double life, one that required not only skill but secrecy. By day, he was just another high school student at a private academy, juggling exams, family expectations, and the occasional run-in with Shoko and Geto. But by night, he was someone else entirely: Spider-Man, the masked vigilante swinging through the streets of New Tokyo.

The Suit

His transformation into Spider-Man hadn’t been easy. It had taken months of trial and error, sneaking into restricted areas of Gojo Enterprise’s labs, using the tech his parents had locked behind biometric doors and firewalls. He’d spent countless nights disassembling prototypes, siphoning materials, and testing equipment in secret. With no one to guide him, everything was self-taught—a series of failed experiments, some of which nearly blew up in his face. But eventually, the pieces fell into place, and the suit he envisioned became reality.

The final product was a sleek, custom-designed suit with a unique color palette that felt entirely his own. The base was matte black, hugging his athletic frame like a second skin. Blue accents streaked down the sides of his arms and legs, giving the suit a dynamic, aerodynamic look. And over his chest and back was the unmistakable insignia of a spider, rendered in bright white, striking a perfect balance against the black background.

He’d integrated tech from Gojo Enterprise into the suit, scavenging from discarded prototypes and building his own systems. The gloves housed web shooters—miniature, pressurized devices capable of firing synthetic webs strong enough to hold a car. His boots were equipped with magnetic grips that allowed him to cling to any surface effortlessly, and the suit itself was lined with a lightweight polymer, providing enhanced durability without sacrificing mobility.

Inside the mask, he’d embedded sensors that worked like augmented reality displays, feeding him real-time data—heat signatures, environmental readings, and even surveillance feeds he’d hacked from public cameras. He didn’t just fight crime; he studied it, locked in on threats with laser focus, moving like a shadow through the streets.

A Double Life

Two years of living like this had given him more confidence than he ever thought possible. No longer was he the awkward, nerdy kid struggling to fit in. He was stronger, faster, smarter—and it showed. His parents barely noticed the difference, too preoccupied with their business ventures to pay attention to his personal life, but that was just as well. It made it easier to keep his secret. Despite his parents not noticing; his classmates certainly did. Especially the girls.

To his friends, he was still Satoru, the same cocky kid they’d grown up with—just with a bit more... swag (cringe) now. He still met up with Shoko and Geto regularly, playing it cool as if he wasn’t sneaking out at night to swing from rooftops and take down gangs, smugglers, and corrupt politicians. They had no idea about the Spider-Man persona he’d created, and he intended to keep it that way. For now.

But even with all the training, the fights, and the wins, he knew this life wasn’t just fun and games. New Tokyo was a city of shadows, with forces far more dangerous than petty thieves lurking in its corners. And if he wanted to survive, he had to keep evolving—both as Satoru Gojo and Spider-Man.

He stood on the edge of a high-rise building, the night wind tugging at his hood, the city sprawling beneath him in a sea of glowing lights. A subtle smirk played on his lips as he adjusted his mask, tucking the alien mask that had started it all into his belt as a lucky charm.

"Alright," he whispered to himself, the thrill of the hunt thrumming through his veins. "Maximum effort, I got a chem test to study for.. just a quick patrol."

With a flick of his wrist, he fired a webline, the familiar thwip sound bringing a rush of excitement. The line caught on a nearby skyscraper, and in one smooth motion, Satoru launched himself into the night, disappearing into the cityscape like a shadow with a purpose.

Author's note: AHHHH! I've been working on this piece for months and I've done everything in my power to make sure it was perfect! I really hope everyone likes it because I really have worked super hard to make this the best piece of fiction I've ever put out. I plan to make the full story over on Ao3 if this gets enough positive feedback. Yes, Y/n has not been mentioned yet but she is coming and will be present and center in the next installment. The first big baddie is also going to be in the next chapter as well. I also want to note that this story is going to be very angst heavy so prepare yourselves. My last words of the night are be kind to one another, drink water, and live laugh love Gojo Satoru!

#S?ABT #spiderman!gojo #spiderman!gojo x reader #gojo x black!reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #S?ABT MASTERLIST

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the-cookie-of-doom · 7 months ago

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Regarding the split!Kim AU I'm just gonna put my ramble of thoughts out on here.

1. Okay so what events led to Kim wanting to remove his younger self? What inner turmoil, self depreciating nonsense thoughts did he put himself through?

2. Where did Kim find this magic spell and how did he follow through with it without searching for it's consequences/side effects? Did he go down a black hole on the web and found the most reviewed witch/ spell out there to help him? Idk how to words more on this brainrot

3. How long was it till Kim hid what he did and how did young!Kim reach the compound??

4. What all young!Kim must be thinking and what did he do that everyone in the compound realized something was wrong? (Plus I hope Korn is dead in this, he doesn't deserve to be alive)

5. What was Chays reaction to young!Kim and how he takes care of him and spends time with him? (just being the most loving, and Kim feels so touched and full of unknown feelings because Chay?? the love of his life?? accepts and appreciates and treats young!Kim like he's the most precious in this entire world???)

6. Young!Kim's reaction to finding out about Wik? Is he shocked/ surprised/ wonderstruck? In complete awe of himself of the future?

7. How does Kim behave with young!Kim? Is he hesitant at first? But then he sees the way everyone else treats him and has Feelings™ and then thinks (a lot) and maybe something happens like some new stupidass bodyguard shouting at/ hurting young!Kim and Kim just snapping out on him, completely pissed off and in the worst rage he could ever have, completely protecting young!Kim like who tf you think you are?? How dare you??

Okay I think that's all for now, sorry for the spam of Randomness��😅

(yes i typed this up in my notes first so i don't accidentally lose anything.)

Anon darling I'm kissing you on the forehead, you're hitting so many of my story points with these asks! I feel Seen.

I haven't decided what Kim specifically does/feels that makes him want to do this in the first place. Since I started the fic where it's already happened, I just kinda. Handwaved it. But he does comment on the fact that Chay has been pushing him towards therapy, so that's probably part of it. Kim would rather lose all his memories than talk about his feelings. He's also 2 years into dating Chay (which honestly. That's bc I wanted baby Kim to be 13, and aging Kim up to 23 gave me an easy 10 years to work with. Tbh it would work better if Kim were only a few months into dating Chay and he was willing to do anything to Be A Good Person/Boyfriend/makeup for the breakup. BUT I DIGRESS!) Anyway being with Chay makes Kim want to be/feel better, and this is his nuclear solution. It does not work.

I also don't know how he did it! I... hesitate to write white pagan magic in KP fics. Maybe Kim pulled a Porsche and went to a monk for help dealing with his traumas, and ended up with a modified past life ritual that ended up splitting him right down the middle. The most important side effect is the way Kim feels about his brothers now; Tawan trauma happened when Kim was a little older, so the Kinn his child self remembers is still very loving and happy, he hasn't pulled away yet. But for adult Kim, who's memories start when he was a teenager... there was so much distance between him and his brothers, and then he moved out a couple years later, so he feels like they're practically strangers to him. Like really distant family that you only see at weddings and funerals. Meanwhile kid!Kim is a precocious little smol who's cuddling both of them whenever he can. (Khun loves it, Kinn has no idea what to do with it but he loves it too. Adult Kim is jealous but wouldn't know how to accept affection from them.)

It all happens pretty much the next day/couple days later, as of the current time line! Kim goes to the temple and does his thing. Kid!Kim manifests wherever he was when the memory split happens; so he just. Wakes up somewhere in the middle of Bangkok, and has to find his way back to the compound. Meanwhile KimChay are living in his condo, obliviously going about their lives. It takes a while for Kid!Kim to get home, then he's sneaking all around because things are different and he doesn't understand why (and he keeps stabbing people, but like. stabby the Roomba more than murder); Kinn has to find him/calm him down/get Porsche involved and figure out what's going on before anyone thinks to call Chay (who's been busy having sex with adult Kim lol)

Korn is dead! Bc I'm lazy and didn't want to think about all the terrible things he could do to mess with smol Kim! Like I said, Kim is kind of a feral cat just let loose in the compound, surrounded by people he doesn't know and freaking out a lot, until the guards finally get him cornered in his old room and notify Kinn. Then eventually Chay gets a call from Porsche, and he goes to the compound with adult Kim, and it's a whole Thing.

Chay absolutely adores kid!Kim. He's absolutely feral but he's also a cutie pie, and he gets a crush on Chay quick. Chay loves it; he was such a lovestruck kid with Kim, now it's his turn! (And he teases adult Kim soo much about how he like likes him >,<). Adult Kim is weird with his younger self at first, bc as far as he's concerned, this may as well be a random child. So Chay schlorps him up quick bc the poor kid needs love. And Kim does come to appreciate the way Chay takes care of his younger self (he has some very odd memories about it when they're eventually reunited.)

My goodness, young Kim is so excited. At that age, he had all these dreams about the life he wished he could have, but he never thought it would really happen. But he got away from his father, he gets to chase his dreams of making music, he has a (very cute!!) boy that loves him, that he gets to love in return. It's all his dreams come true. Again, Chay thinks this is adorable, that Kim was such a dreamy little kid. (Kim is also so excited when he finds out that!! Chay lets him write songs about him!! that's so cool!!! And Chay writes him songs too!?!?!)

Like I said, at the start kid Kim may as well be some random child, he's vaguely curious about what happened but has no personal investment (kid Kim might be. a little. heartbroken about that. He's very sensitive.) But overtime Kim warms up to him, learns how to love him and take care of him. It's seeing this as someone else, rather than himself, that allows him to "forgive" himself. It's easy to blame himself for all the bad parts of his life when he's not looking that poor kid in the eyes. And bc I think cuddles are important, and Kim definitely wasn't hugged enough as a child, there's many snugs. There are still Mafia Things going on around all this that Kim has to deal with, so kid Kim spends a lot of time with Chay and his brothers, but there are a lot of times where he's asleep between KimChay. He kind of is like their kid in some ways. It's an odd dynamic for Kim, especially when he gets those memories of being cuddled by himself and Chay?? But ultimately it's a good thing for him. (Except the Porsche memories. He doesn't want those 😤)

These were so much fun, thank you for sending them!! I love talking about this AU <3<3<3

#cookie speaks #cookie writes #kimchay #split!Kim AU

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captainnameless · 1 year ago

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Charles has had the worst triple header I feel so bad for him :( Disqualified in COTA, booed in Mexico and a DNS in Brazil.

Poor boy just needs a hug and maybe one of Sebastian’s hoodies to wear. I feel like Lewis would get a call from a very distressed, tearful lil baby and be at his drivers room in 3 seconds flat, desperate to help him stop hurting.

Of course no pressure if you don’t feel like writing this. Also your minifics literally make my day <3

baby has just had a stinker of a season really, i saw a post where it explained all 17 races so far and i’m pretty sure Charles has had only 4 “clean” ones where nothing (bad) happened that was out of his control.

also i feel like shit so maybe writing baby charles feeling like shit will lessen my own achy chest.

Charles had dealt with it all so well, the heart break of another failure that wasn’t his, facing media and sports journalist and fans. They’d spoken briefly after Lewis had gotten out of the car, between his own interviews and Charles seemed okay; promised he was. Albeit tired.

When Charles’ name flashes onto his screen Lewis barely takes two seconds to answer, takes even less time to get up and out of his own hotel room when he hears how distressed Charles is.

Lewis sighs as he jogs through the halls of the hotel, trying to figure out where Charles’ room is, a small voice in the back of his mind telling him this is his fault. That he shouldn’t have let Charles leave alone but self reproach isn’t going to help the younger.

He still has Charles pressed to his ear on the phone, but they aren’t speaking, Charles is crying too much to be coherent anyway and Lewis’ heart sort of shatters when the sound of Charles’ cries is accompanied by a visual when he steps into Charles’ room.

“Oh, darling..” Lewis breathes, ending the call and locking the door behind him, kneeling down to join Charles on the floor and pull him into his lap.

Charles just sobs, embodying a wet noodle while Lewis manhandles him into his lap.

“You’re okay,” Lewis tries to soothe, holding Charles close. “You’re alright, breathe with me.”

Charles doesn’t seem interested in breathing, his eyes screwed shut while he hiccoughs into Lewis’ chest, hands clutching at the sweater Lewis is wearing.

Lewis frowns, he’s never seen Charles this upset and it’s a little unnerving. That same voice telling him he’s not good enough to be taking care of this. Lewis pushes it away.

“Charles, poppet.. Hey.” Lewis tries again, squeezing Charles tight and pressing their faces close together. “I’m right here, you’re safe, you’re okay. Breathe.”

Charles does lean into the touch, the grip of Lewis’ sweater loosening with every gasp-y breath he takes with Lewis, body slowly relaxing against Lewis’ chest, shaking stopping.

“Daddy!” Charles cries once he catches his breath, more tears leaking from his eyes.

“Shh.” Lewis soothes, brushing Charles’ tears away. “We’re gonna call Daddy in a second okay, see if he’s awake. Gotta calm down a little more for me okay?” Lewis hopes Sebastian is still awake, their time zone only 4 hours behind so he’s liking their odds.

There’s a soft whine that leaves Charles but no real protest as he stuffs two fingers into his mouth, trying to lessen his tears.

“Good boy,” Lewis whispers, still softly brushing the tears off of Charles’ cheeks and pressing soft kisses to his forehead until the tears have stopped leaking from his eyes.

Charles flushes under the praise, noticeable even with how red he already is from crying and buries his face into Lewis’ chest. “Daddy?” He asks again, this time muffled.

Lewis shifts to get his phone out, pressing the favorites tab before tapping Sebastian’s name. It goes to voicemail the first time and Lewis panics only a little but Sebastian answers on the second call.

Sebastian doesn’t even speak before his face contorts with hurt as their picture fills the screen, eyeing up a distraught Charles.

“Charlie, no, what’s wrong?” Sebastian asks, Lewis can tell he’s leaving whatever room he’s in, moving somewhere more quiet.

“Daddy.” Charles just says, voice miserable and mumbled around his fingers, still pressed against Lewis’ chest.

“Daddy’s here, on the phone. I’m sorry I can’t be with you, sweetheart.” Sebastian looks miserable saying, probably wishing for a teleportation device. “But you’ve got Uncle Lew, huh?”

Charles nods and Lewis holds Charles a little closer, pressing another kiss to his head. “I’m so glad you called.”

“You called?” Sebastian asks, full of praise. “Good job!”

They both know Charles has struggled asking for help with Sebastian off the grid, so Sebastian makes sure to praise him for it every time.

They sit and talk for a bit, up until Charles’ eyes start drooping, exhausted from the emotions and the tears.

“Bedtime,” Sebastian declares through the phone, and there’s an immediate pout on Charles’ lips. “Did you have a shower yet?”

A small smile plays on Lewis’ features, amused at the pout. He knows Charles hasn’t showered yet, still in his track clothes.

“Not yet,” the younger answers.

“So shower, then bed. You need the rest, sweetheart. We can call again tomorrow, I promise.” Sebastian says.

“No.” Charles whines, taking the phone out of Lewis’ hands to hold it closer.

“I’ll stay with you, huh?” Lewis adds, knowing he cannot replace Sebastian, but he knows Charles doesn’t not like the substitute.

“Sounds good,” Sebastian answers for him and so Charles nods. They end the call after an almost tearful goodbye that Lewis manages to control, helps Charles into the shower before rummaging through his suitcase to get him something comfortable.

All soft and warm out of the shower Charles basically falls asleep the second Lewis pulls him into his chest, blanket covering them both.

Lewis presses one less kiss to Charles’ damp hair before closing his own eyes.

#littlef1adventures #lf1a.minific

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dahliarosebud · 2 years ago

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- Love Is A War Series - Aemond x Reader

• Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

• MAIN-MASTER-LIST

• HOTD-MASTER-LIST

Warnings: gore, death, kissing, fighting/violence

Synopsis: You have just arrived from your morning outing only to be told by your father you have to go back to King’s Landing for court. There you see your secret lover, but more pressing matters arise - the true heir of Driftmark and when the Jace and Luke’s legitimacy is questioned tension suffocates the room.

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As I landed on the courtyard and jumped from Selene’s saddle my father stomped towards me. ”Come Y/n we are going to court.” He grabbed my wrist gently and dragged me behind him.

“What father why? I have only just gotten back surely I should change?” I rushed exasperatedly behind him as we continued onto the docks. We stopped as people were finishing up loading the ship.

The boys, Rhaena and the nurse stood with Rhaenyra as they waited patiently. My father pulled me over and stood next to his wife. She leaned over and smiled at me in a motherly sense. She has tried to take over the role of my mother and provide me that comfort, but it wasn’t the same.

We boarded the boat the waves already softly swaying us. The wind was harsh and bitter. I stood on the deck and let my hand skim the breeze over the rails. Humming softly at the occasional splashing spray of water, fresh and awakening.

I pulled my hand back over as I heard the familiar footsteps of my cousin Jacerys. We had gotten closer over the years, forgiveness is a virtue. His hand met my shoulder with a gentle squeeze.

I turned and smiled at him, which he returned. “I heard you’re learning the old tongue.” He looked down and I laughed.

“Hardly. I keep forgetting or can’t get my words out fast enough,” he confessed with a frustrated sigh. “Where were you this morning, you missed breakfast and you usually join me for my lessons with the maester?”

“I just went for a ride with Selene, to get away from Dragonstone for while,” my voice was quiet as I turned back around. The boy behind me hummed and walked away back to his brothers.

I did feel guilty for keeping secrets. I mean my stomach drops every time my father catches me returning or asks where I have been. I looked down back to watching the sloshing sea. Skimming my fingers over the scar that remains on my forehead.

The boat jostled as it came to a stop and we all piled off. I stood and watched amidst the chaos of people unloading the ship, the bustle of the red keep, the chatter of King’s Landing.

The carriage rocked as we arrived at the dreaded place. “All hail Rhaenyra of house Targaryen. Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne and her royal consort, Prince Daemon Targaryen.” Rhaenyra pushed open the carriage door. We all filed out after her and my father awaiting to be received.

My father and Rhaenyra walked away with baby Aegon and Viserys to go meet the king. Suddenly I felt myself being pulled along again. I walked in tow with my two cousins as we ventured down to the training yard.

I giggled as we raced down the steps. Our feet slapped down onto the all to familiar gravel ground. I remember how my day was a constant beige and grey when my father sent me here to live: I was separated from those I loved , but my heart grew to love another in the end.

People turned and looked - their burning eyes trailed the path where our feet once were. Luke and I stopped at the weapons table as Jace laughed aloud seeing the dent where Luke had once injured him self.

He sauntered back over, shoulders still shaking from reminiscent giggles, “See? I told you this would still be here. And you thought you could swing Criston’s morning star. And you almost took your own head off,” he spoke boisterously as he ruffled his younger brother’s hair.

My eyes followed the way my finger dragged across the rusted blade. Inhaling the permeated air deeply as I remembered how we would all have to spar each other. I looked up my gaze catching the way Lucerys’s eyes lingered on the people bustling in the yard.

“What is wrong,” I spoke gently resting my hand onto the younger boys shoulder. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I felt him tense under my touch. Jace’s head popped into the corner of my eye, my concern catching his attention.

“People keep staring at us,” he whispered lowering his head in un-hidden shame. He turned to look at his brother who had jumped into a mocking fighting stance, a sword in hand. I covered my mouth as I laughed at his antics.

I turned away from them as the peering people began making a crowd. I squinted trying to get my eyes to focus, I smiled once I saw that blonde hair. I quickly walked forward, pushing my way through the crowd. My hands clasped in front of me, a feverish smile painted on my face.

The crack of wood from his shield made me jump, my heart racing in excitement. I felt the boys join my side. Their gasps and gawking faces made me chuckle inwardly.

He had finally swung around so we could see his face. The eye patch stuck out as a sickening reminder. I could basically feel their anxiety, the way their chest squeezed as they realised it was Aemond.

I felt pride as he dodged every blow and the way he pressed his sword into the prick’s collar bone. “Well done my prince. You will be winning tourneys in no time,” Ser Criston panted. Aemond pressed the tip of his blade further into his clothed collar bone.

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys,” he spoke clear and loud, “Nephews...have you come to train?” He lowered his sword allowing the handle to spin in his hand. I felt Jace shift uncomfortably next to me. Aemond’s eye imprinting itself into his fear.

“Open the gate!” A guard called. The old creaking wood was heaved open. The whole yard stood and watched as Lord Vaemond Velaryon walked in cockily, banner men surrounding him in a nod of his immense pride. My eyes followed him, not missing the way he stared down Luke.

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I giggled as he pulled me through the large doors. His chambers were a warm orange from the glowing fire. He gently pushed me into the wall staring deeply into my eyes as I looked at him under my lashes.

A love sick smile on both of our faces. He leaned in closer to my faces, hesitating for a second, drinking in my presence. Finally he planted his lips onto mine feverishly, heavy and lustful. His arms bracing him, hands either side of my head. My mind swimming with the imagination of how the muscles of his back contorted at this lude position.

His lips left mine to kiss under jaw. Continuing to trail kisses down my neck till he reached my slightly exposed collar bone, “Aemond.” I whsiperd as I threaded my fingers into the silver hair at the back of his head. He pulled away, reaching forward and pulled my necklace from under my garments.

The cold sun pendent, dainty between his finger tips. He smiled softly as he admired the jewellery. Dropping the small golden sun, now opting to twirl a piece of my hair around his finger, enjoying the way my soft hair wrapped around him.

“I missed you,” he whispered sweetly. His breath fanning across my face. I observed the way his glowing skin passionately received the glowing orange of the warming fire . I watched the way he focused on playing with the section of my hair, to savour the moment.

“You only just saw me this morning,” I sighed contently. Brushing my thumb gingerly across the soft supple skin of his cool cheek. If you looked closely they were still splattered with freckles, not as prominent as when we were younger, but still just as breathtakingly beautiful.

He pulled away leaning back in. This kiss was slow, something so unspoken about this kiss like if we questioned it fully we would be entering dangerous water. The loving mystery behind it was so enamouring why would I want to question it?

We pulled apart, hardly any room left between us. My body yearning for more. His slim fingers lifted my chin, thumb pulling down my bottom lip ever so slightly. So teasing, but so good. It has me swooning.

“Come on my love, time to go to court.”

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The room was stuffy as we entered the great hall. All sides of the room cramped with nobles, and those with high blood status. I ground my teeth in a slow burning annoyance seeing Otto Hightower sat on my uncle’s throne.

“Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As hand I speak with the King’s voice on this and all other matters. The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Valaryon.”

The man’s heavy steps vibrated the room. HIs mean gaze ghosted across my family and I. I ground my teeth harder as vile words came to mind. Oh so many to describe him with, such a shame I must hold my tongue.

“My Queen. My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to Old Valaryia. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Valaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became last of their kind. Our forbearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their blood lines and their name. I have spent-”

I rolled my eyes as he began promoting his claim to Driftmark as if we have all never heard it before. I tilted my neck awaiting that delicious pop. “AS it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house’s blood, Ser Vaemond. you would be so bold to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition,” Rhaenyra cut in, through Vaemond’s ever so ‘reverting’ speech of claim.

“You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.” The Queen cut-in in turn. There was such thick tension it was unbearable. I felt my eye twitch in annoyance as I saw Aegon’s patronising smirk form across the room, and suddenly we’re eleven again and he is being cruel - like the vile cunt he is and will always be.

“What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess?” I observed the way Rhaenyra turned her head in disgusted humility. “I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn’t recognise it. This is about the future and survival of my house not yours. My Queen, my lord hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother’s successor...the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides.”

The room was filled with a mixture of satisfied and snarky faces. My family and I stood cold and firm, yet wavering in the cold wind that brushed past us in appending realisation of who Otto will choose. “Thank you Ser Vaemond,” Hightower’s poison dripping words slipped form his lips. “Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon.”

“If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly twenty-years-ago, in this very...” The doors squealed open, wailing in ancient misery. We all turned to look at the disruption.

Two metal men adorned with white cloaks accompanied the dead man walking, pausing just outside the large double doors. The right one bellowed, “King Viserys of House Targrayen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and the Protector of the Realm.” The room grew silent, but the echo of the rotting man’s cane haunted it falling on deaf ears.

Otto Hightower stood from the throne in pure shock. Rhaenyra was teary eyed watching as her father descended the steps. Overall it was Alicent’s worry that painted her face that caught my attention. She seemed scared, fearing for the King, her husband. The candles seemed to flicker more, painting sickly and ghostly shadows over the large expanse of the walls. The fires grew brighter with everyone’s impending shock, drinking it, taking it in like liquor.

You could feel how each and everyone of us held our breaths as the crown came clattering to the floor. Only now did I notice that my father followed behind my uncle. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I watched him pick up his brother’s crown, proceeding to steadily follow behind Viserys’s haggard steps.

With a groaning wail the king fell to his throne, mouth agape with heavy breath as my father placed the crown back onto the rightful head. Finally, everyone can breathe again. Cold air flooding back into my lungs as the intoxicated fire dimmed back down to its mellow orange.

“I must...admit...my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present...who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’s wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.” The gathering all turned to look at my grandmother. Her held was held high, her back straight. The gracious lady I’ve always known stood tall and strong.

“Indeed your Grace,” she walked out to the front, head still held high. “It was forever my husband’s will that Driftmark, pass through Ser Laenor to his true born son...Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys’s granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree.” I smiled at both of my sisters with pride and happinesss at their good fortune.

“Well...the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne and next Lord of the Tides.” My uncle wheezed and rasped out. My grandmother nodded to my step-mother quickly smiling at me as she walked back to stand next to Baela once again.

“You break law...” Vaemond piped back up, anger building and fists balling and un-balling. “and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me...who deserves to inherit the name Velareyon. No. I will not allow it.” I could tell my father was growing bored and agitated by Vaemond’s speech as he shifter from one foot to another. His fingers drumming an unheard beat on the pummel of ‘Dark Sister’.

“‘Allow it’? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.” Viserys warned a mighty sneer on his lips. Ready to gut the man in front of him if her dare sully his family’s name, drag his beloved daughter’s name through the mud.

Vaemond turned towards us rapidly. Pointing an accusatory finger in Luke’s face, “That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine!” He turned back to the King, rage bubbling in his voice ready to spill over at any moment.

“Go to your chambers. You have said enough.” Rhaenyra defended.

“Lucerys is my true-born grandson. And you...are no more than the second son of Driftmark,” Viserys panted back, that same calm sneer still on him pale thin lips.

“You...may run your house as you see fit...but you will, not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And Gods be dammed,” he turned back to Lucerys, “I will not see it ended on the account of this...” he stopped him self a wicked smile growing on his lips.

“Say it,” my father practically teased, tempting fate.

Vaemond’s gazed scanned the two young boys until finally his eyes met their mother’s, “Her children... are bastards!” he called out like a mad man, the insult echoing in my ears, rattling in my skull. “And she is...a whore.” The court gasps as my family and I bore holes into the mad man’s impertinent head.

“I...” the ‘shing’ of the King’s blade caught our attention, “will have your tongue for that.” The King struggled, but my father had beat him to it. I felt him move quickly from my side, his mighty sword in hand.

He cleanly sliced Vaemond’s head off (at an ugly angle might I add). I covered my mouth with my hand, looking down as I tried to suppress a satisfied chuckle. The court mirrored its earlier action of their horrified gasps. I rolled my eyes lifting my head. My eyes catching Aemond’s who stood across from me, the knowing and admiring smirk on his face as he continued to stare into my eyes before flickering back to my father.

I winced at the squelch the body made as it hit the floor, not missing how Haelena covered her ears and her mother comforted her daughter. “He can keep his tongue.” my fathers calm and collected voice filled the void.

“Disarm him!” the guard commanded the sound of their own swords followed in pursuit.

“No need,” my father practically whispered as he walked back to his spot next to me, using his clothes to clean the blade. I looked up at his face offering a smile. His mischievous smirk returned my affections. We all turned back to the king as he groaned in pain people rushing to help him.

I zoned out as my I watched the way the velvet crimson seeped to the floor. Tainting and staining. A mark shall always be imprinted in the ground and the people present. Always remembered as the man who dared to cross the Targaryens. Fear always following my fathers name a warning always given if it is dared muttered.

“Y/n,” I was pulled out of my trance as Jace gently grabbed my wrist. “Are you alright?” I turned towards him, my mind clouded by death. I nodded only now noticing how dry my mouth has gotten.

“I feel as if I need to go for a ride with Selene, clear my mind of all...this. Would you care to accompany me?” I questioned smiling over to the young man. He nodded back a caring smile on his face.

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mostlyinthemorning · 2 years ago

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Fic Origin Story

thanks for the tag @rmd-writes!

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

Schitt's Creek has been the only fandom where I've been all in, writing and reading fic and making other content and flailing on multiple levels. I've dabbled with some others along the way - Highlaner, Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, but I was really only a casual reader and never a writer.

What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?

It's this one, right here. I'd always told stories to myself in my head, but I'd never written any of them down before this. Honestly, if the Schitt's Creek fandom had been bigger at the time I was getting into the show, I might not have written this at all. But there were only ~150 fics at the time and I'd read them all several times and it was mostly an act of desperation. "If no one else is going to write this fic, I guess I'll have to do it myself."

What’s a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?

Don't worry, you'll never know how commas work.

What’s an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?

I think I was astounded that anyone would read anything I'd written, let alone leave nice comments about it. So thank you to those lovely people who left those first comments, it definitely gave me the courage to keep going!

Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

Oh...okay.

This is from Snowbound, which wasn't my first Schitt's Creek fic, but it was the first one I wrote that wasn't an episode coda. I made Patrick shovel so much snow in that fic.

“I like seeing you in my clothes,” he murmured in a low voice.

“If you’re going to say things like that, we really should lock that door,” Patrick replied.

“Hmmm.” David put his hand behind Patrick’s head and leaned in to kiss him. He nipped gently at Patrick’s lower lip and Patrick’s lips parted for David’s tongue. Patrick returned David’s kiss urgently before pulling back to kiss along David’s jawline. The feel of the rough stubble beneath his lips was intoxicating.

“David…” Patrick began, his voice uneven. Just then, a loud knocking came from the outside door to their room.

David closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Patrick’s for a brief moment before going to open the door. Stevie stood outside holding a bottle of wine in each hand.

“I heard you guys were trapped here and it looks like I’m not going to make it home tonight, so I brought some wine. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“OK, why does everyone assume that we’re just in here having sex?” David demanded.

“Because they know you. And also because your boyfriend is blushing and can’t look me in the eye.”

And from There is definitely, absolutely, positively only one bed (because I like to think I'm funny):

“I hope the babies will be okay.” Having babies compete in extreme elimination challenges seems cruel, but it’s not like he knows anything about children. He hasn’t voluntarily touched a baby since the time he confused Jessica Simpson’s newborn for a Pomeranian.

Thankfully, Ray quickly moves to more interesting topics. “Now don’t worry, there’s plenty of extra butter chicken and I think Patrick bought wine. Must be a special occasion.” Ray dodges around him, holding the door and waving David inside. “Door open or closed?”

“Oh, closed.” There is never a good reason for leaving a door open. There are moths out here.

Tagging @noahreids @stereopticons @missgeevious @blackandwhiteandrose @carolrain @weathereyehorizon @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3

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this-was-a-terrible-idea · 1 year ago

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ALRIGHT BEAN YOU DIDN'T RESTRICT THE BOOK RECS ASK SO HERE YOU GO: 1, 7, 8, 16, 18, 20, 23, 42, 51, 60, 62, 77, 87, 90, 91, 121, 124!! (you can skip any that you don't have an answer for and repeat whatever you want also ahhhh the ask won't let me make a new paragraph but it's @bi-bats)

😈 nyehehehe thank u for all the questions ily @bi-bats. kissing u on the forehead for this

1) a book that is close to your heart: i talk about it a lot but The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan. the first book that ADHD problem child baby bean ever read and felt Seen in 💕

7) a book you did not finish: losing my MIND about Husband Material by Alexis Hall. i WANT to finish it but i legitimately CANNOT get over the fact that the author made one of the characters a vegan for ethical reasons after he had a whole ass Moment about a bacon sandwich and Expectations in the previous book. it is SO stupid that i can't get past this but alas

8) a book you finished in one sitting: Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall! yes this is the aforementioned previous book to the book in the last question

16) a book you'd recommend to your younger self: i think i would be a cooler person in general if i read more gothic lit in high school. cool is a relative term btw. i'm recommending to my younger self: read more Poe

18) your least favorite book ever: okay so this one is probably a Required Reading in High School bias, but Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe 😩

20) a book that got you out of a reading slump: Game Changer by Rachel Reid

23) a book that is currently on your TBR: The Secret of the Grande Chateau by Dr. Cecil H. H. Mills! this one is @jayzelnut's influence

42) a book that made you want to scream by the time you got to the end: Vicious by V.E. Schwab. look at what you've done to me misha

51) a book that you found underwhelming: ACOTAR

60) a book that you think about at 3am: The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey

62) a book with a forgettable plot but amazing characters: im being a bit salty here but The Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan. the characters are wonderful but the plot (and in some ways the writing) of that book was mid, especially for it being the last book of the series

77) a book so useless that you could use it as a coaster: i got legitimate psychic damage from The Change Up by Meghan Quinn. i gave it a shot after i read and loved the Game Changers series by Rachel Reid bc i thought i might be judging sports romances too harshly but i was not.

87) a book with a predictable ending: is picking a romance book cheating? Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuinston

90) the longest book you've read: given that the official english translation was split up into five volumes, i'm gonna go with MDZS, aka The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, by MXTX. i haven't tallied up how many pages it is but each volume is a decent size so i'm making an assumption that its the longest book i've read

91) the shortest book you've read: if we aren't counting the micro story Warm Up by V.E. Schwab, the shortest book i've read is Galatea by Madeline Miller

121) a book that makes you nostalgic: oh buddy, you guessed it! any of the og Percy Jackson series

124) the book you're currently reading: oh, so many. Chalice of the Gods by Rick Riordan, Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins, Just like Home by Sarah Gailey. AND VICIOUS! I SWEAR I WILL FINISH ANNOTATING IT FOR YOU AAAAAAAAAH

book rec ask game!

#thank you for asking!!!#i love ask games #ask game #bean speaks #book recs

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reminiscingtonight · 2 years ago

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Steady Love (Pt. 2)

Christen Press x Reader

Word Count: 6k

A/N: inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘Maroon,’ but without the angst part ofc

Part One

[Masterlist]

2007-2009~

The first time you meet Christen, you’re pretty sure you’re going to die. Paired up on opposite teams for the 4 v. 4, you’ve run yourself ragged trying to keep up with the speedy forward.

By the end of the first practice, you can’t feel your legs.

A pair of black cleats come to a stop in front of you, and you squint up to see the most dazzling pair of green eyes ever. They’re accompanied by a shy smile and an even shier voice asking if you wanted to run a few more drills with her.

You don’t have the heart to turn her away and the two of you spend the rest of the daylight practicing. She takes you out to a killer pizza joint as thanks for the extra minutes, and you walk Christen back to her dorm at the end of the night.

You’re smitten from the start.

The LA native is as charming as she is smart. You find yourself spending a lot of your down time with her, whether that be lounging at the beach or hidden away in a secret library hideout. Despite finding her the most beautiful woman on campus, you can’t seem to voice your thoughts to her. Instead, you sit by quietly as countless people, both men and women alike, attempt to ask her out. Christen blushes every time someone tries, but she never says yes in the end. She just politely turns them down and then gets back to spending time with you.

Kelley’s your self-appointed wingwoman from the start. Having realized your relation to Tobin and having taken Christen under her wing as a fellow forward, she does everything in her power to push the two of you together.

That often means embarrassing out of place comments that leave both you and Christen turning red, and more often than not, you groaning at Kelley to go away. Despite all of Kelley’s “help,” you and Christen toe the line between friends and something more for a couple years.

It isn’t until your semi-final loss in the 2008 college cup that Christen does anything about your mutual feelings. It’s there, on the somber North Carolina field where you lay dejected and heartbroken after a hard 1-0 loss, that Christen fixes your heart up. Pressing a kiss against your forehead, she whispers every word she’s ever wanted to say to you. You go out on a date the day after and you’ve been together ever since.

Which has led to this moment here, New Years at the Heaths. For the first time since becoming official, Christen’s decided to accompany you to New Jersey, meeting your family for the first time. Sure, she’s met some of them when they come to your Stanford matches here and there, but this is the first time she’s meeting them as your girlfriend.

So far she’s done great, charmed both of your parents like she did you and formed a light bond with your younger brother. None of your sisters have arrived yet, Perry picking up Tobin from the airport and Katie planning on coming in separately.

It’s between telling Cindy about her summer internship and Jeff the soccer records she wants to break this year that Christen suddenly turns towards you. Due to your close proximity, the two of you clash hard, her wine sloshing dangerously over the edge and dousing you in half of her drink.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“Chris, it’s fine.” You take the offered napkins and try to soak up as much of the alcohol as you can. Christen seems undeterred, only growing more flustered with every second.

“Um if we soak it in some water right now I think we can get the wine out, but we have to hurry--”

“Christen.” Grabbing your girlfriend’s hands between yours, you pull her in so she’s no longer tugging on the bottom of your shirt. “Breathe, baby. It’s okay.”

Waving off your parents, you drag Christen out of the kitchen.

“You need to change. I’d hate it if I stained your shirt forever just because I was nervous,” she mutters, still wringing her hands.

Trying to lighten the mood, you crack a joke. “If you wanted me to strip, you didn’t need to spill wine on me.”

Christen gives you a shove, but chuckles nonetheless. Happy to have gotten the reaction you wanted, you start towards the staircase. “Come on.”

Christen slows, lingering by the bottom of the stairs. “Are you sure? I think your parents will think we’re… doing things if I go up there with you.”

You roll your eyes. “Trust me when I say my sisters and Jeff have done much worse.”

“Babe,” she huffs, trying to be serious.

“Chris, would you rather stay down here with my family and fend for yourself? I think Katie’s like two minutes out. She’s probably the scariest one out of all of them.”

The mention of your sister has Christen’s eyes opening wider.

“Um, on second thought, I’d love to see your childhood room.”

Chuckling, you head up the stairs towards the end of the hall. Christen’s all wide-eyed as she takes in your posters and trophies littering the room.

She softens at a picture of you and Tobin as kids, front tooth missing as you hold up a first-place trophy in pride. Although you’ve faced each other on the field multiple times, Christen’s yet to actually meet the sister you’re the closest to. There always seems to be an excuse, a missing sweatshirt or late game tiredness, anything that stops her from meeting your sister out on the field with you after a game. But you’ve never pushed her on it, knowing Christen’s slight reverence of your sister’s soccer records.

Today, however, seems to be the day that all changes. The two of you barely make it back onto the main floor before a voice rings out.

“Defiling my sister already, Press?”

Your head snaps to the side, the familiar drawl having you light up at first. But when Christen stiffens next to you, your smile drops.

“Toby,” you warn, running a soothing hand down your girlfriend’s back.

Your older sister simply sticks a hand out, yanking you away from Christen and into a crushing hug.

“Toby!” This time her name is whined out, you struggling to get out of the noogie Tobin’s giving you.

A melodic laughter has you briefly pausing, and there’s a sparkle in Christen’s eyes when you finally escape. Christen willingly offers you her arms when you pout, and she makes sure to gently smooth down your hair.

When you realize how relaxed Christen feels pressed against you right now, you realize Tobin’s plan to put your girlfriend at ease all along.

Tobin gives you a grin when you meet her eyes. Her attention quickly turns back to the girl beside you. “It’s nice to meet you, Christen. Your reputation far precedes you.”

“My reputation?” Christen seems at a genuine loss of words. “I don’t… You’re… you’re Tobin freaking Heath!”

Tobin chuckles. “And? You’re every defense’s worst nightmare. Trust me when I say I hate playing Stanford because (Y/N) is a pain in the ass to get past, but you’re probably the bigger pain in the ass for a team collectively to constantly defend and catch up to.”

Your girlfriend seems at a loss for words. Never would she have thought “Tobin freaking Heath” would take notice of her soccer skills. You know it’s been a lifelong dream of Christen’s to play for the national team. Hell, it’s been yours as well, but it’s one thing to personally know someone who’s being called up, and another to meet them for the first time. Seeing someone you know getting called up so young has only made the two of you push each other harder, and the meritts have long been shown.

Christen takes Tobin’s offered hand, giving her a firm handshake. Tobin can only fake it long enough for half a second to pass before she’s rolling her eyes. “Why am I not surprised you’re someone with a firm handshake?”

Before Christen has the chance to respond, or you to chastise your sister, Tobin’s pulling Christen in for a hug. Your girlfriend is stiff at first, but quickly relaxes into the hug.

“Damn, (Y/N) wasn’t lying when she said your hugs are to die for.”

You turn red at Tobin’s teasing and Christen pulls away to raise an eyebrow at you.

“You give good hugs,” you mutter, face flaming even more when Christen leans in to give you a kiss. You ignore Tobin’s howling laughter and flip her off.

“I think your hugs are to die for too,” Christen smiles, bumping your nose with hers.

Tobin’s face instantly scrunches up in disgust. “Okay, you guys are gross. Go away now.”

Later that night when Christen’s successfully won the love of your two other sisters and the rest of you are getting ready for dinner, Tobin’s leaning in to nudge you in the side.

“Christen seems like a good one,” she hums, not taking her eyes off from where your girlfriend is helping Cindy take rolls out of the oven.

“You really think so?” It’s not that you doubt how good of a person Christen is. You just know how much your family’s approval means to her.

“She’s really doing the world a disservice, being with someone like you,” Tobin teases, sticking her tongue out at you.

Grumbling in dissent, you’re halfway to strangling her when Cindy catches you forcing Tobin into a headlock. “Girls! I know I’ve definitely raised you better than to be this uncivilized. Go help Christen set up the table before she thinks all New Jerseyites are like this.”

Christen merely gives your mother a wink when she places down the plates. “It’s okay. I already know (Y/N)’s a hard one to train.”

“Babe!” you gasp out, quickly releasing your sister to pout and give your girlfriend a hand.

It’s the first of many family dinners you have together, but in that moment, you can only hope Christen will choose you forever.

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Megan shoving a glass into your hand snaps you back into the present.

It’s been nearly a month since Christen revealed your engagement to the world, and it’s been a crazy month since then. Interviews here and there, public appearances galore, not to mention the number of games you still had to play, both for club and nation. All that has led to this, a Pinoe insisted, wholly unnecessary, bachelorette party. Despite the number of times you protest, the pink haired lady refused to back down, swearing she was going to throw you the “most bangest, wildest, and gayest bachelorette party ever.”

You think it’s premature at best, given she brought up this idea only a week after the engagement, but who are you to argue with your decade-long teammate?

Due to a call you have scheduled with a sponsor, you’re one of the last people to show up. You’re greeted with shouts from some already drunk people when you open the gate into Pinoe’s backyard.

Waving away your thanks, the forward raises the bottle in her hand in question. “Could I offer you some rosé?”

Your response is almost instantaneous. You flinch back, face paling at the name of the wine.

Megan’s body stills, eyes wide and bewildered as she takes in your sudden sullen state. “What?”

Meanwhile, Christen, who gravitates towards you when you arrive, is cringing behind her glass of red wine beside you. Kelley’s not far behind her, a wide smirk plastered on her face. Their reactions aren’t missed by the rest of the team, who quickly crowds around to find out what the fuss is all about.

“What’s so bad about rosé?”

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2009~

The first thing you register is the pain radiating through your back. Then the pounding in your head. And then the soreness in some… other places.

Eyes fluttering open, you spot the mess of curls sprawled out over your chest. Christen’s already awake, tired green eyes staring down at you with mirth.

“Good morning,” she murmurs. The raspiness of her sleep-laden voice makes your heart skip a beat.

You smile. “A very good morning indeed.”

Christen leans in, pressing a short and chaste kiss against your lips. When she pulls away, way too soon for your liking, you whine, pouting at the look she sends you.

“Don’t even,” she murmurs, sitting up onto her knees and groaning at the popping of her joints. Your eyes trail down her exposed skin, staring abashedly, even as Christen rolls her eyes at you.

Frowning, she takes in the state of the floor. Clothes are thrown everywhere, blankets are also piled up under where you’re still propped up on the floor.

“How’d we end up on the floor anyways?”

Now that you’ve lost the warmth of Christen’s body against yours, you flop back down onto your back. “Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé.”

Christen’s eyebrows furrow as she tries to understand your complaint. It must be too early for her critical thinking skills though, as she continues to fix you with a puzzled look.

Sighing heavily, you push yourself back onto your forearms. You fight your urge to smirk when you catch Christen’s eyes lingering on your exposed skin. “Okay, we need to address her choices in wine, but we actually broke your bed last night.”

“What?!” Christen’s head whips back at lightning speed, craning to catch sight of her bed.

The snapped leg of her bed and tilting bed frame only leaves your last night’s activity to your imaginations.

Christen groans, leaning down to press her face against your neck. “I cannot believe we did that.”

“Totally worth it though.”

Your girlfriend’s glare isn’t enough to wipe off the smirk on your face.

“Come on, you can’t say it wasn’t worth it.”

Shoving herself off you, Christen picks up a shirt to pull on. It isn’t until she’s lingering by the door, eying your still curled up body on the floor that she sighs heavily. “Are you coming?”

You’re instantly scrambling up, throwing on a sweater of Christen’s before racing after her.

Not looking where you’re going, you bump right into Christen’s back, the forward having suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway. You take that moment to run your hand appreciatively up and down against her side, ending with warming your hands up on her abs. You always loved feeling her tight muscles and Christen always loved your wandering hands, but it’s the stiffness in Christen’s posture that has you lifting your head up from where you are pressing a kiss against the back of her neck.

You meet amused hazel eyes accompanied with a wide smirk. Your hands snap away quick from under Christen’s shirt.

“Did you guys have fun last night?”

Face turning red at Kelley’s line of questioning, you quickly brush past your girlfriend, making sure to yank her with you to her kitchen. The smug brunette doesn’t let the half-wall separating you deter her.

“You girls in a hurry to restock your energy?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Kell.”

“Right, those marks on your collarbone are very convincing.” This statement comes from Ali, who’s already leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand. You glare at her, ignoring the defender’s cry of dismay when you swipe away her cup. By now, Christen’s beet red, doing her best to shield herself from the rest of your teammates settled in the living room.

After the events of last night’s party, the rest of them must have slept there while you and your girlfriend got busy in her room.

Kelley cackles at Ali’s observation, letting out a low whistle. “Damn, Pressy. You really did a number on her.”

Shutting your eyes, you will your hangover to go away. You actually woke up in a pretty decent mood, all cuddled up with your girlfriend. Now, however? Now you just want to pack your entire team onto a bus and drive said bus off a cliff.

Settling to instead clean the apartment, you only make it as far as scanning the kitchen counter for trash when you feel like gagging. Scrunching up your nose in disgust, you grab the empty rosé bottle, intending on putting it in the recycle bin. Ali has other ideas though. You don’t even have time to protest before she’s stealing the bottle from you.

“No more rosé for you two horndogs.”

That sets off the rest of your team again.

You can tell Christen’s plotting the slow death of your teammates, so you quickly lean towards her.

“If we start making out right now do you think they’ll all go away?” you mutter.

This time you’re laughing with everyone else when she shoves you away.

---

The night’s starting to wind down. Emily has long fallen asleep on Lindsey and you can tell the buzz is starting to wear off the rest of the team. Most people are just quietly chatting amongst themselves, no longer going ham and playing games.

Megan leans back towards Sue, letting out a low groan. “Damn, the two of you have such a cute relationship.”

Christen simply smiles, hooking a finger around yours.

You let out a hum, not disagreeing with the forward. “You know we almost broke up once, right?”

That captures the room’s attention. Megan sits up, suddenly more alert than she’s been all night. “What?”

“Don’t you remember when I left in the middle of the season at Sounders Women and was gone for a hot minute?”

---

2012~

You’ve been staring at your phone for the past two hours, almost as if the harder you stared, the faster it’d ring. Christen’s game had ended hours ago, and you’ve been waiting for the forward to call you ever since.

After college you and Christen both got drafted to the WPS. Christen went to DC while you ended up reuniting with Kelley in Boston.

You knew your girlfriend was proud of you when you got your first international cap a month after you graduated, and even more so when you joined the team on their trip to the World Cup in 2011. You barely played any minutes, but just being with the team was an experience. The entire time, however, you couldn’t help but feel guilty at leaving your girlfriend behind. It’s clear how much it was killing Christen not to be called up, but nerves about your own career and Christen’s focus on expanding hers leads to neither of you talking about it much. Maybe that’s where the first mistake starts.

When the league folds, you’re quick to fly out to Seattle along with some of your national team teammates. Christen, on the other hand, goes abroad, heading for Sweden. Although you know she did it to improve her soccer playing in hopes of making the national team, you hated how far away she had to be to do it.

The nine hour time difference made it hard to have a decent conversation, but the two of you try your best. Everything’s great at the beginning. Countless phone calls, weekly skype dates, anything to still keep your relationship alive.

But then texts start to fade, phone calls seem less enthused. It’s been months now and the silence only seems to be growing longer and longer. Each time you propose flying out to see her, Christen declines, not wanting to take away from your own season in Seattle.

At this point you’re not sure what else you can do.

You’re just about to leave for practice when your phone rings. Fumbling for the phone that’s in your back pocket, you quickly jam the answer button when you yank it free.

“This isn’t working for me anymore.” It’s quick, it’s quiet, it’s cutting. Christen’s words have your breath dying in your throat before you can even say hello.

“What? Chris, I--”

“I’m sorry, I know this isn’t fair of me to do. But I can’t stop feeling jealous of everything you do, even though you deserve it all. I need to focus on myself right now.” There’s a slight tremble to Christen’s voice, but she holds strong.

“Babe, slow down, I--” your voice cracks and you have to try hard to swallow the lump in your throat. “Look, we can work through this just--”

“I can’t, I’m sorry. Everything, the distance, our lives, nothing’s clicking anymore.”

“Chris, just wait--”

“I don’t want to hold you back anymore.”

“Babe, you’re not holding me back.”

“(Y/N)--”

“I love you. Please don’t do this.” You’re begging now, well aware of how pathetic you sound.

Never in a million years would you have thought that Christen would break up with you. The two of you have had your fair share of arguments, when you were still in college together as well as the first year going long distance after being drafted. You’ve always been able to resolve things though. You’re not sure why you thought this would be any different.

There’s a choked sob on the other line. Your heart clenches at the sound.

“Chris--”

“I love you. I do. I just… I’m sorry.”

You’re not expecting the dial tone when it rings out against your ear. The longer you stay on the empty line, the more reality sets it. Christen just broke up with you. Christen just broke up with you.

You’re not sure if you want to cry or throw up.

Eventually you slide down against the wall, pressing your face against your knees. There’s a tightness to your chest. You’re not sure if it’ll ever go away.

A loud bang has you jolting out of your feeble position.

Alex, who’s always perpetually late to leaving for practice, slides to a stop in front of you. She freezes, hands still in the middle of tying her hair up. Her eyes dart between the phone still clutched in your hands and your bloodshot eyes. She yanks her headphones out of her ears.

“Erm, what’s wrong?”

“Fuck off, Alex,” you spit out, wiping hard at your eyes. You know it’s unwarranted. It’s not Alex’s fault Christen just broke up with you, nor is the fact that she’s had the unfortunate act of being your roommate.

The forward ignores your quip, choosing instead to sit down next to you.

She doesn’t say anything.

The seconds tick by.

By now you’re 100% sure you’re both late for practice.

More time passes.

Eventually the silence becomes too much for you.

“I think Christen just broke up with me.”

“What?” Alex whips her head around at your words.

“She said…” just having to repeat Christen’s words made you feel even sicker. You swallow hard. “She said it wasn’t working for her anymore.”

You get up on shaky legs.

Alex only tilts her head up at you in question when you start shoving your feet into your slides. “Where are you going?”

“Practice. Where are you going?”

You can’t do anything but follow her blindly when Alex suddenly makes a beeline for your room. She digs out a bag from under your bed and starts shoving clothes into it. You’re still dazed from the rapid change in Alex’s behavior that all you can do is stare.

“Go to Sweden.”

“Excuse me?”

“Book a flight out to Sweden. Go get your girl,” she repeats, spinning around to raise an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t think she wants to see me.”

“Well I don’t think she knows what she wants if she’s breaking up with you,” the brunette shoots back, shoving the half-packed bag of clothes into your arms. Alex all but ushers you out the door, pushing you into the passenger side seat of her car.

“Al, wait, we have practice--”

“Missing one day is fine.” Your eyebrows nearly shoot to your hairline. Alex Morgan voluntarily missing practice? Whoever this person sitting beside you is, is not the breakout USWNT forward you’ve come to know.

“And if coach asks where I am the next couple days?”

“I’ll just say you have some personal things you have to deal with. No one will mind.”

For the amount of shit you give Alex, she’s a great friend to have. In less than an hour, you’re seated on an airplane headed towards Sweden.

The fifteen hour flight leaves you with a lot of time to think.

You know that Christen’s been struggling with soccer recently. Her dreams of making the national team only dims with every missed call-up. With every call you’ve seen her enthusiasm wane.

At first your calls would encompass everything. How life is going in your respective cities. The places you’ve seen, the people you’ve met. Lately all they’ve been about is soccer. How each other’s games have gone. What could have been better. Never about the national team. You never bring it up, not wanting to accidentally hurt her feelings. Christen never does either, not wanting to talk about the things she’s missing out on.

Maybe if the two of you talked about it more, this would have never happened. You could have reassured Christen some more, and she would’ve not felt like she had to go through her career herself.

You dream of every scenario that can play out when you get to her place. Christen not opening the door. Christen opening the door but to only slam it in your face. Christen opening the door, not slamming it in your face, but repeating her desire to break up with you.

Okay, maybe you only dream of the worst case scenarios. But Christen’s the one who broke up with you so you really don’t have a reason to think of anything positive.

It’s pouring when you get to Gothenburg.

You blearily make your way to the cafe lounge. Sleep did not come easily on the fifteen hour flight, so you’ve been awake over 24 hours now after waking early to catch Christen’s game.

It’s there, when you’re inhaling a cup of black coffee that a splash of color catches your eyes. You frown at the stand.

Who buys flowers in an airport?

You buy a bouquet before setting out for a taxi.

The taxi driver eyes your lack of luggage and the flowers in your hand with interest. You’re glad he doesn’t say anything on the drive to Christen’s place.

When he drives off, you’re left staring at the plain gate surrounding the very generic looking house. It’s only a couple steps away, but you can’t seem to make your feet move towards the door.

You’ve defended against the fastest strikers in the world. You’ve scored against world-class keepers. You’ve done all these great soccer things, yet you can’t find it in yourself to knock on Christen’s door.

A voice that suspiciously sounds a lot like Tobin’s tells you not to be such a wuss. You mentally flip off imaginary Tobin. Imaginary Tobin only nutmegs you in response.

In the end, you don’t even have to knock.

Your eyes widen when you see the door swing open. Christen must’ve been on her way out to the store or something, because she doesn’t seem to be expecting it when she catches sight of you just a ways from the door. You can tell when she realizes who it is exactly who’s standing right in front of her.

Christen stares at you, hollow-eyed as she leans heavily against her door for support. You’re instantly taken aback by how beautiful she looks. Her eyes are a little red from where, you assume, she’s been crying most of the night and day. Despite that, you still think she’s the prettiest woman you’ve ever seen.

“Hi.”

Christen blinks. “What… what are you doing here?”

You nearly sway at the rasp of her voice. It’s been so long since you’ve heard it in person. The speaker of your phone never did her voice any justice.

“I needed to see you.”

A gust of wind has Christen momentarily distracted. Finally taking in the state of the weather around you, she quickly invites you in, shutting the door to keep out the rain. You linger by the door, not willing to drip water all over Christen’s place. The forward disappears for a moment, returning with a giant towel that you gratefully take.

You take this opportunity to hand her the flowers.

She gives the half-drowned flowers a weird look but takes them all the same.

“The rain kinda… kinda killed them,” you sheepishly explain.

Christen still puts them in a water-filled vase, and you have to fight your laugh at how ridiculous it looks.

She hesitates in the kitchen, not returning to where you’re still standing by the door.

“Um, do you want some tea?”

“I love you.”

Your declaration takes her off guard. Christen freezes, eyes widening at your words.

“I love you and I don’t want to break up.”

You cautiously take a step towards her when Christen doesn’t move. Her eyes follow your movements with rapt attention. You swallow hard when Christen still doesn’t say anything.

“I don’t want the fact that we’re in different places in our career break us up. I don’t care about the glitz and the glam that comes with playing ball in the states or on the national team. I’d give it all up if it meant I couldn’t have you.”

You take it as a good sign when Christen lets you take her hand. If anything, her hand tightens around yours.

“Chris, you’re it for me. I don’t want to do any of this if I can’t do it by your side.”

When the first tear falls from Christen’s eyes, your hand automatically shoots out to wipe it away. Christen stiffens at first, but before you have a chance to apologize, she’s throwing herself at you, arms wrapping around your waist, head burying deep against the crook of your neck.

Your hands soothingly run up and down her back when you feel the tears soaking your collar.

“Chris--”

“I’m sorry. I don’t-- god I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so sorry.”

You’re not sure how long the two of you stay like that, wrapped up in one another, whispering quiet reassurances of your love.

It isn’t until Christen’s tears have finally died down, quiet sniffles every here and there, that you break the bubble the two of you have found yourself in. “I think we have things we need to talk about.” Christen stiffens in your arms, but you’re quick to press a kiss against the top of her head. “But we don’t have to do that right now.”

When she pulls her head away from your neck, you give her a teary smile. “Hey beautiful.”

“Stop,” she chuckles wetly, wiping a sleeve against her face. “I’m pretty sure I just left snot all over your collarbone.”

You shrug. “Pretty sure you’ve done worse. Are we purposefully forgetting when you threw up on me after we won the college cup, or?”

That comment earns you a weak punch against your shoulder. When your chuckles have died down, Christen nervously chews on her bottom lip.

Knowing her tell, you remain quiet, letting Christen work up the courage to say whatever it is. Eventually she quietly sighs out, guiltily eying you. “How do you not hate me?”

You frown. “Why would I hate you?”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

Hearing the agitation slowly creep into her voice, you slowly lean in until you’re pressing a kiss against Christen’s lips. You can tell Christen’s confused by the change in direction of the conversation, but she sinks into the kiss all the same.

Despite every thought yelling at you to deepen the kiss, you pull away with a light peck when you feel Christen relax against you. “I love you, okay? I love you and I’ll keep loving you even if you make me cry and then get on a very long flight to see you.”

Hesitantly nodding, she drops her head down against your neck again.

“Love you too, even if your ‘forgive me’ flowers were definitely all dead.”

“Roses,” you correct, half remembering a sign you saw next to the stand. “‘I’m deeply in love with you’ roses.”

The snicker Christen lets out is the opposite reaction you expect.

Your face scrunches up. “Okay, now I feel like you’re making fun of me.”

“I love the effort but I am, just a little bit.”

“Chris--”

“Those are carnations.” Christen’s lips are curled up at the sides, amusement replacing the tears that previously filled her eyes. “Not roses.”

The embarrassment shoots through you hard. You’re not able to fight the blush. “Oh.”

Christen simply chuckles, connecting your lips once again.

Later, when you’ve convinced Christen to take a nap with you and are all snuggled up in her bed, you whisper your affirmation of your love for her again.

“I love you. Let’s never do that again,” you mutter, tightening your arms around the forward.

Christen simply hums, pressing a kiss against your collarbone. “Never again.”

---

When the party has come to an end, most people having already left, you once again voice your appreciation of the whole thing.

“Thanks for doing this, P. This was fun.”

Megan huffs, making a show of being fake annoyed. “And to think the two of you kept trying to convince me to cancel it.”

“Oh trust me, Chris and I really do appreciate this whole thing, but it truly was unnecessary.”

Megan rolls her eyes, not even sparing you a look. “I know you guys are very lowkey gals who only need the simplest things in life, but you have to let us spoil you every now and then.”

It’s only when your failed effort to hide your laughter sets off Christen’s own laugh that the forward looks up.

“Yeah, no, P. That’s not what I meant.”

---

Two days ago~

Tobin grabs ahold of your hand, stopping you before the two of you can make it through the doors. “Are you sure you want to do this right now?”

After getting the call from you last night, Tobin jumped on the first plane available to LA. You love your sister to death, but her willingness to drop everything only made you love her more.

You nod. “I’ve been only waiting most of my life for this, so yeah.”

Your sister rolls her eyes at your dramatics, but shoulders the door open all the same. “Pinoe’s gonna be so mad,” she tuts, more than happy to let you take the brunt of the spicy forward’s wrath.

“Hey, I told her she didn’t have to throw us a bachelorette party. She shut me down instantly.”

Kelley, who catches the last part of your conversation, lets out a bellowing laugh. “You didn’t even try that hard.”

Christen comes to a stop beside her, fixing the three of you with an incredulous look. “Wait, she’s still planning on throwing us a party?”

Your first action is to give your fiancée an appreciative up-and-down. Christen doesn’t miss the action, giving you a light shove when she catches your eyes lingering in certain places for too long.

Laughing, you step forward to press a kiss against her cheek. “Think of it as a wedding gift, babe,” you murmur, not missing the amusement in her eyes.

“Wedding gifts are for married people,” Kelley sings, not so subtly pushing you guys towards the right hall. Tobin had pulled the defender with her when she was leaving DC, and you’re glad that she did. There are no other people you’d like more to be your two witnesses. But you are well aware that she’s missing a Braves game to be here.

“Eloping only takes, like, ten minutes, right? I’ve got a ball game to watch.”

Both you and Christen shove Kelley hard enough that she doesn’t have a chance to cackle at her own joke.

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