#Kristi B

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Coballoway are so fucking cool all the time but they were the coolest when they realised Ryke could understand French lmao

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Deadass going to take this opportunity to rant about some of my OC's and they're education. The majority of what I'm talking about takes place before Jes becomes the EM of Death, loses the majority of her family, & basically becomes a human (or Oni in her case) shield. And before she basically adopts Derek & Kiera into the family.

CW: Mentions & Implications of domestic violence, Child Neglect, Censorship, Homophobia, Sexism, Mentions of Violence & Gore, & Mentions of Culty Shit

The Domestic Violence & Child Neglect is mainly in Jes' & Kiera's parts, but implied in Tara's

Censorship is in Kiera's part

Homophobia is mainly in Kiera's part & Kristie's part

Sexism is in Jes & Kiera's parts

Mentions Violence & Gore is mainly Jes's part, with some implications in Kiera's

And Culty Shit is all in Kiera's

Also, it's a long ass post after the keep reading button. So have fun!

Derek (Jes' adoptive brother by a week): The genius child.

So, being the genius child, he is grades above kids his age, and goes to school with the older kids. However, at the schools he goes to, the kids are all assholes to him (especially while at middle school), especially because he's a "nerd". So, due to this, he lacks social skills at this point, and generally isolates himself

He is shown to get bored often in class, because despite being in higher grade levels, he's still finishing faster than the rest of the kids

At his school, there's a computer lab, but it's always closed for meetings.

Teachers try to avoid giving him digital work because he is known for getting bored and going on sites he shouldn't be on, like online games, to the point where he'll hack into the sites.

Teachers either hate him for being a nuisance or pity him for being alone, but don't ever really help him.

After certain events that lead to him both becoming one of Jes' teammates and her adoptive brother, he does start to gain social skills, due to finally being able to interact with kids his age.

After becoming Jes' brother, is basically told to just do his own thing as long as he makes tech (and hacks the government's bank account) for the resistance

Tara (Jes' biological older sister): The Gifted kid

At her old elementary school, Tara is the kids who always has the top scores of her grade & has her name plastered everywhere.

She's pretty popular, but not in the "oh let's crowd around her table" kind of way. Just the really smart name is everywhere kind of way.

The really good kid that never gets in trouble.

Is in multiple sports and extracurriculars.

Teachers love her

Kids use her for answers, but she doesn't really care right now

Eventually, around age 10 or 11, transfers to a new school for rich smart kids (though some of the kids are just there because their parent's paid for them to be). Tara is there due to her stepmom being a teacher there. This is the turning point in her academic career, where everything starts to go to shit.

Befriends Kristie.

No longer is the top of her grade, is struggling to keep all A's.

Starting to suffer from Gifted Kid Burnout, but can't stop working.

At some point gets a B in the middle of the year, freaks out, especially when she gets reprimanded for it.

Once she comes to this school, it's around the time Hazza'Dur was awakened in Shintaro, and he is in her head (She's the EM of Death at the time). He acts as a personification for intrusive thoughts, making her life even worse, because he'll tell her to do horrible shit when she so much as walks by someone.

Can't tell anyone about Hazza'Dur because her dad forbids it, both because she isn't allowed to reveal that their family is the EM Death line, and people will think she's crazy.

Due to Hazza'Dur & other reasons, her relationship with Kristie & Jes becomes very strained.

At age 15, due to societal changes and coup going on, is presumed dead (by Jes & everyone else) & education ends. Eventually dies some point before present time, probably killed by Jes (without Jes knowing)

Jes: The distracted child

Starts off school at the rich private school due to her stepmom being a teacher there

Is very distracted, gets in trouble often.

While drawing in kindergarden & 1st grade, gets in trouble often due to putting "unnecessary" colors that she associates with certain objects & emotions. Especially gets in trouble when she puts the "wrong" colors for certain emotions.

Teachers hate her, majority of kids like her. There is one TA that actually likes her and says she's a sweet kid who'd pretty smart, but's just unmotivated.

Teachers always pair her with the nerds, then make damn sure to pick on the pair for answers everytime. (Teachers, piece of advice, this shit doesn't work)

Never has straight A's

Lack of motivation, even in subjects she likes, like History & Literature. Can research a shit ton about these topics at home, but when it's assigned in class, she just can't pay attention

Horrible at math.

When she needs help and asks any of her parents, always either gets yelled at or ignored, so she just stops bothering. Instead, she goes to Tara, but she even starts to do this less often when Tara starts to become snappy due to all the stress with school & Hazza'Dur.

Once, gets a B in math, where she usually gets Cs, but when she shows it to her parents, they just tell her to next time get an A like her sister. Jes stops trying in math after that.

Once has a history project that Jes gets really interested in & goes all out. She is with her biological mom for the week. Her mom tells her that if Jes misses something in the shopping run, she'll have to pay for it with her own money. The day before the project's due, Jes has it all completed, but due to her mom having a tantrum, it gets destroyed. After the fact, her mom asks her why she got an F on the assignment, to which Jes doesn't really answer. Causes Jes to lose more motivation in school. TA talks about how Jes was actually interested in this assignment, and how it's strange that she showed up to school with nothing. Suggests looking into her home life, which is ignored by Admin.

There's an occasion where a boy hits her, so she hits back, causing a fight. Later, she gets taken to the principal's office, where she gets reprimanded. Gets lectured about how when boys hit girls it's because they like them. This confuses Jes, making her spiral & panic about how her hitting him made her claim she liked him (which in fact, she doesn't. At all). Is told by principal that that's absurd, to which Jes is relieved because she thinks she declined said feelings. Principal gets pissed at her because a girl should never hit a boy, especially if he likes her. She should put him down nicely. Boy doesn't get in trouble whatsoever

Jes hates said boy, thinks he's a jerk (which he is)

At times "beefs" with other students (it's really just stupid arguments about stupid stuff, like what food's better), but the moment jerkface opens his mouth, a whole ass argument starts. She normally gets in trouble for this, jerk gets no consequences.

Occasions where she is slapped on wrist with ruler. (Because apparently there are actually private schools where teachers are allowed to hit kids)

After death of majority of family & becoming EM of Death, education continues, but is kind of weird because of her new job.

Avoids school to the point where she'd rather go on the battlefield & get stabbed than sit at a desk & work.

Kiera (Jes' adoptive younger sister): Homeschooled child

So Kiera is adopted by a cult, but cultiness aside, the members are supposed to mirror those of "good" Christians who are just hateful bigots.

Is homeschooled, & is taught what is deemed ok for children. This means no lessons about sexuality, history where governments fucked up, and other shit.

Is taught that women should be ladylike, & especially that they shouldn't like cars.

Is taught that women shouldn't wear makeup, because it's "vain".

Taught that the cult knows best (even though the cult literally uses her silk for their sacrifices, and get pissed at her when she takes too long, proceeding to rip her silk out, damaging the area her silk comes from)

Taught that women are the breadmakers & men are the breadwinners

"We don't want to hear about that LGBTQ nonsense"

Technology is very censored, only able to watch certain shows and read certain books. But FSM forbid you read to many, especially "manly" books, because you're a lady.

Is the hated child of the family (Was basically only adopted by them because they needed a pre-adolescent Oni for their silk, and someone had to watch over the kid, so the cult leader gets to deal with her. Plus there's the fact that the leader is both the Police Chief of the big city - that's not Ninjago, it's a different continent - & the murderer of Kiera's biological parents)

Asks too many damn questions for adoptive mom & dad's liking.

Once she gets taken away from the cult (& Jes kills the cult leader), gets a proper education, and is taken under Derek's wing.

Kristie (Tara's friend): The nice popular girl

Is really smart, but isn't pressured to always get all A's by dads. Instead is told to do what she is genuinely interested in.

Is the popular kid, but is very friendly with everyone & isn't a bitch like media likes to do with popular girls

Is in Leadership class.

Most kids don't care that she has 2 dads, but some do, & Kristie is willing to get into arguments with them

Gets expelled due to setting up a walkout about dresscode.

After coup & societal changes, is still able to pursue education normally, just at a different school.

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matt simmons is a certified killer n i do love that about him

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It's Gonne Be Me, You, and The Dance Floor (Kristie Mewis x Reader)

You never expect for Megan Rapinoe's retirment party to be as wild as it currently was, but here you were, surrounded by drunk current and former USWNT Players, with a healthy dose of WNBA and NWSL players sprinkled in. Unfortunately for you, a drunk Emily Sonnett decides to drag you onto the dance floor, despite that fact you weren't much of a dancer. Eventually, she's whisked away by Lindsey Horan, the woman knowing full well you weren't the dancing type. However, before you can making your escape from the dance floor, you turn, walking smack dab into Kristie Mewis.

Anonymous Request: Kristie Mewis/G!P Reader, finding a somewhat private place at a party to fuck.

“Hey.” You jump, pulled from your thoughts by a pat on the back from Emily Sonnett, the blonde grinning.  

“Get out of your head, come on, have some fun!” She says as she motions to the party going on around you.  

Retirement wasn’t something you’d expected to party about, but when Megan Rapinoe announced her retirement, the team knew they had to throw a party for the USWNT veteran.  

You didn’t realize that party would mean renting out an entire club for the night, with a completely open bar and a DJ.  

A number of retired players had flown out to join in on the festivities, as well as a number of Megan’s NWSL teammates from OL Reign. 

Her wife, Sue Bird, and some of her Seattle Storm teammates also made an appearance, refusing to miss the retirement party of Sue’s significant other, who they all adored. 

You sigh deeply, downing the entire glass of liquor in your hand, earning a pat on the back from Emily.  

“Atta girl! Now get out there, let’s dance!” She yells, dragging you out on the dance floor.  

You weren’t much of a dancer, but Emily had grabbed your arms anyway, swinging them around dramatically.  

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Lindsey making her way towards you, pulling Emily into a headlock.  

“What are you doing...?” She asks and Emily grins.  

“Having fun with Y/N!” Her grin widens, the Gotham FC player visibly drunk.  

You chuckle, about to turn and make your way off the dance floor, that is until you run smack dab into Kristie Mewis.  

You couldn’t lie, you’d honestly been in love with Kristie Mewis since the moment you laid eyes on her.  

You knew deep down that you’d never have a chance with her, but a girl can dream, can’t she? 

“Hey!” She beams, peering around you, snorting when she sees Emily wobbling as she attempts to dance with Lindsey.  

“Someone’s drunk.” She giggles and you laugh, glancing over your shoulder at Emily who’s doing, what she thinks, is dancing.  

You shake your head, turning back to Kristie, your eyes widening when you see the soft smile she’s sending you.  

“What?” You ask, your cheeks flushing when she takes a step towards you, the two of you almost chest to chest.  

“Do you want to dance?” She asks confidently, your eyes widening.  

“U-U-Uh, s-sure, b-but I’m not the best dancer.” You cringe and Kristie hums, placing her hands on your shoulders.  

"You’ll get the hang of it.” She winks and you swallow hard, giving her a less than confident nod.  

She weaves through the crowd, pulling you to the middle of the dance floor.  

“Come here.” She says, pulling you in, your fronts now together.  

You knew you were blushing, the tips of your ears burning as she pulled you closer.  

Unexpectedly, her hands run from your shoulders down to your chest, her thumbs caressing your collar bone, her blue orbs glassy, but not from the effects of alcohol.  

“Kris?” You say, pulling the woman out of whatever trance she was in, her cheeks dusted pink.  

“S-Sorry.” She stutters, glancing away bashfully before clearing her throat.  

“If you aren’t comfortable, you don’t have to dance with me.” She smiles and you shake your head.  

“I-I mean, I can try...?” You shrug, her smile splitting into a grin.  

“Follow my lead?” She says, holding her hands out and you nod.  

The music booms loudly as Kristie starts to sway, the woman nodding in encouragement when you follow her movements,  

She takes a step closer, her body flush with your own, her nose nearly brushing yours.  

Her fingers knit behind your neck as her hips move, her lower half brushing yours repeatedly.  

You breathe one another’s air as your hips rock, her tongue slipping between the tight line formed by her lips as she grinds harder into you.  

Her hands roam your body before settling on your waist, pulling you closer, your lower halves now flush.  

“Shit.” You say, the curse indivertibly slipping past your lips.  

You didn’t have time to be embarrassed, not when Kristie’s lips skirted along the underside of your jaw.  

You’re unable to stop yourself from gasping when you feel her press a kiss to your pulse point, her tongue taking a swipe at your tan skin.  

You’re not sure what possess you, but your hands leave her waist, and instead slip around her, settling on her jean short, covered ass.  

She whimpers as you pull her impossibly closer, the two of you now grinding feverishly against one another, which goes unnoticed by the bodies dancing around you considering many are doing the same.  

You realize far too late that you were getting hard, the protrusion in your pants growing hard with each roll of Kristie’s hips.  

Kristie’s breath hitches, her body stilling when she realizes what exactly she’s grinding against.  

Your cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red as you take a step back, the blonde now able to see the outline of your cock beneath your jeans.  

“I-I-I'm sorry.” You stutter, preparing to bolt, but Kristie stops you, her fingers tangling in your belt loops as she pulls you back against her, your erection now pressed against her.  

“Do you want to stop...?” She asks, rolling her hips again to gauge your reaction, the woman smirking when your eyes slam shut, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.  

“I-I-I...” You fall silent, wrapping your arms around her as she grinds against your now rock-hard member.  

“Tell me.” She purrs, unable to stop herself from gasping when you whimper in her ear.  

“Do-Don’t stop.” You beg, the woman smirking against your neck.  

Your hips rock, the woman pressed against you soaked beyond belief.  

She’d wanted you for so long, asking you to dance had been spur of the moment, but now she couldn’t have been happier, the woman smiling against your neck as you moaned in her ear, the blonde rocking her hips against your member.  

She moans against your neck, the sound making you growl.  

“F-Fuck.” You stutter, giving Kristie’s sides a squeeze.  

“I-If we don’t stop...” You sigh, your brows knitted in pleasure, the woman in your arms giggling against your neck.  

“If we don’t stop, what?” She asks innocently, using her hips to rock harder against you.  

You duck down, panting in the woman's ear as you attempt to gather your thoughts.  

“I think you know what.” You say, whining when she winks, knitting her fingers behind your neck as she pulls you in, her nose brushing yours.  

“Are you gonna come...?” She asks, and you nod rapidly, grunting as her hips swivel.  

“Well...?” She says, your brows furrowing in confusion, that is until her hand slithers between your bodies, the woman palming the appendage between your legs.  

She hugs you tight, keeping you upright as she strokes you rapidly, getting you off in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by your drunk teammates.  

She places a hand behind your neck and pulls you in, your hot breath puffing against her ear, soft whimper and whines passing through your lips, the sounds making her even wetter than she already was.  

“Why don’t you come for me?” She asks, watching your face contort in pleasure, your body stiffening before you groan against her neck, her hold on you tightening as you shudder, your pants filled with your release.  

Kristie continues to stroke you, only stopping when you grab her wrist, unable to take any more.  

You pant against her shoulder, the woman kissing the curve of your jaw over and over again.  

“How was that...?” She asks, smirking when her blue orbs lock with your glassy Y/E/C orbs.  

“Fucking great, even if I didn't expect it...” You say as you attempt to catch your breath, the blonde giggling.  

You lick your lips, leaning in, your lips nearly touching.  

“What I do know is I want to return the favor...” You rasp, the sound of your voice making her clit throb.  

You nod your head off the dance floor, weaving through the dancing bodies until you break free of the crowd.  

You scan the club, smirking when you spot a nearby bathroom door, the sign on its front signaling to the other patrons that it was out of order.  

Kristie is unable to stop herself from laughing when you drag her inside, her back resting the closed door.  

Your palms rest on either side of her head, the blonde grinning.  

“Do you want this...?” You ask, worried she may push you away, even after what happened on the dance floor.  

She cups your cheeks, pulling you in and slamming her lips against yours.  

It doesn’t take long at all for the kisses to heat up, your tongue swiping against Kristie’s, the woman moaning into your mouth.  

Your hands slide off the door, finding their way onto her chest, the woman whimpering when you knead her breasts.  

“Y/N...” She moans, holding her arms up, a sign to you that she wanted the shirt hugging her upper half off.  

You pull the shirt up over her head, and toss it on the floor, your Y/E/C orbs taking in the now visible flesh that had been hidden beneath her shirt.  

Kristie tilts her head back, her lips parted in a silent gasp when you caress her breasts through her bra, her nipples visible through the material.  

She whimpers when your lips leave hers, trailing down her neck until you reach her breasts, your lips wrapping around one of her erect nipples.  

Her fingers tangle in your hair as you lavish her breasts with attention before turning to the opposite, playfully nipping at her pebbled nipple.  

Your hands continue their descent, your fingers tangling in the belt loops of Kristie’s shorts, her eyes flashing open to reveal her blue orbs, darkened with arousal.  

Slowly, you unzip the zipper of her shorts, giving them a tug, the blonde nodding immediately.  

You kneel down, pulling her shorts, as well as her ruined panties down her legs, the woman kicking them off, the clothes joining those already on the floor.  

You were painfully hard, but you wanted to give Kristie the attention she’d given you, you wanted to watch her come undone in your arms.  

Kristie’s breath hitches as you sink to your knees in front of her, pressing tender kisses to her inner thighs.  

She whimpers when you give her inner thigh a gentle nip, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you where she needs you the most.  

At the first tentative lick to her core, she moans, leaning her head back roughly against the bathroom door.  

Your tongue traces her slit before it’s making contact with her clit.  

“Fuck.” She sighs as your tongue works between her legs, dipping into her entrance before running along her slit and flicking against her pulsing clit again.  

Kristie whimpers and whines loudly, her thighs already starting to quake around your head.  

You knew she was worked up, especially after what happened on the dance floor, you knew she was just as turned on as you were, which meant it wouldn’t take her long to orgasm.  

In all honesty, you wish she wouldn’t come, which meant you’d never have to be anywhere else other than between her legs, her taste and smell intoxicating.  

You wrap your lips around the tiny bundle of nerves, giving it a soft suckle, the woman crying out, her grip tightening on your hair.  

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She begs as you lick her wildly, the woman unable to keep her hips still.  

Moments later she cries out, the sound thankfully covered by that of the booming music in the club.  

Her essence coats your tongue as you lick her clean, the woman’s thighs twitching as you place a kiss to her clit before moving to your feet, your lips wet with her slick.  

She pants heavily cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss, the kiss softer than before, but more intimate considering you had the taste of her on your lips.  

Your tongues slowly meet, the two of you sighing deeply as you kiss lazily.  

Kristie pulls back, her forehead resting against yours, her blue orbs raking down your front, smirking when she realizes you’re hard again.  

Your brows knit when her hand slithers between you, her palm settling on the bulge in your pants, your front already damp from your earlier release.  

“Maybe we should take care of that?” She says seductively, your eyes raking down her front, settling on her bare core.  

“I know one way to take care of it.” You smirk, Kristie’s throat bobbing as you slowly reach for your jeans’ button.  

Kristie catches your wrist, your eyes widening when she chooses to pop the button of your jeans and grab your zipper, tugging it downwards slowly.  

In a blink, your pants are on the floor around your ankles, your boxers the only thing covering your lower half, the size of your member now visible.  

“Fuck.” Kristie whispers, backing you up against the opposite wall, the woman pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor.  

Her hands run from your shoulders down your chest, pausing to squeeze your breasts before her hands splay on your visible, muscular stomach.  

“Damn.” She whispers, prodding your hard muscles.  

She leans in, pressing her lips against yours, the kiss tender, distracting you from the fact that she was tugging down your boxers, that is until your erection springs free.  

You glance down at your erection, your brows arching when you see Kristie gazing at it before running a fingertip along the underside of your cock.  

You lean back heavily against the wall, your eyes fluttering shut.  

“I want to feel you inside me.” Kristie confesses, your eyes flashing open, meeting Kristie’s shining blues.  

“A-Are you sure...?” You whisper, the woman nodding with no sense of hesitation.  

Your hand drops to your already throbbing member, giving it a few pumps, the sounds you're making, makes Kristie shudder.  

Much to her surprise, you take charge, flipping your positions, the woman’s back now pressing against the cold tile wall.  

You turn your attention back to your member, Kristie sighing when you run your head through her lower lips, stopping to rub it against her clit.  

“Shit.” She sighs, her brows furrowing as you teasingly spread her opening with your tip before pulling away.  

“Don’t tease.” She whines, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.  

She wanted you, and she wanted you bad, something that made you whimper, her eyes flashing open, locking with your Y/E/C orbs.  

You lick your lips lining yourself up with her entrance, the blonde nodding rapidly when you give her a questioning look.  

You slowly slip into her, your head slipping in slowly, the woman whining loudly.  

“Fuck.” She whimpers, as you slowly slip inside her until you’re completely sheathed, her walls wet and warm, welcoming your invasion.  

You remain still, lightly kissing her neck, letting her get acclimated to the stretch before you light thrust your hips.  

“O-Oh.” She sighs, lifting one leg upward, curling it around your waist, gripping your shoulders tightly.  

You put a bit more power behind your next thrust, earning a throaty moan in return, her walls fluttering around you.  

You quickly establish a rhythm, your thighs slapping together as you pound into the woman.  

“Fuck, Y/N...” She sighs, gasping when you lift her into the air and press her back against the wall, her legs wrapping around your middle as you reposition yourself and slip back inside her.  

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” She sighs as you start thrusting upwards, the woman getting wetter and wetter with each thrust.  

She uses your shoulders as leverage, bouncing along with your thrusts, her lips parted as a wide array of sounds pass from her open mouth, a mixture of whines, whimpers, groans and moans. 

Your muscles start to contract, your breathing quickening with each thrust, your orgasm impending.   

“I-I’m so close.” Kristie says in between gasps, her walls fluttering around you.  

“I-I’m gonna-- 

You go silent, groaning loudly against her neck as you stiffen, your thrusts slowing as you orgasm, your thighs quaking as you fill her with your release.  

Kristie comes with a cry, her walls clamping down around you, milking more of your seed out of your softening cock. 

Her nails dig ridges in your back as she trembles in your arms, the feel of her climaxing in your arms bringing you a sense of pleasure you never thought you’d feel.  

Your thrusts slow, the woman panting heavily in your arms as you lazily kiss her neck, helping her through her orgasm.  

She leans in, kissing your lips softly, your now flaccid member still inside her as you kiss tenderly.  

You part, Kristie’s hands on your shoulders as her chest rises and falls rapidly.  

“Well...” She says, giggling as she scrapes her nails against the nape of your neck.  

“I didn’t expect that to happen.” She chuckles and you shake your head, your lips splitting in a grin.  

“Me either.” You smile softly, bashful even though you were currently still inside the woman.  

She hums, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips.  

“What do you say, we take this back to the hotel?” She asks with a seductive smirk, your lips splitting in a grin.  

“I was kind of worried you’d want to pretend like this didn’t happen.” You mumble insecurely, the woman in your arms smiling as she tilts your chin up with her index finger, her sparkling blues meeting your Y/E/C’s.  

“I’ve kind of been wanting to do this for a long time.” She confesses, her cheeks dusted pink.  

Your brows arch.  

“Really now?” You ask and she nods, smiling against your lips when your lips meet again.  

“Still want to take this back to the hotel?” She asks and you smirk.  

“Absolutely.”  

Eventually, the two of you exit the bathroom, fully clothed, your hand in Kristie’s as she drags you out of the club, a slurring Emily Sonnett yelling from across the club.  

“GET IT Y/N!” She hiccups and you snort, Kristie giggling as she squeezes your hand, the two of you eager to continue where you left off at the hotel.  

In that moment, you were incredibly thankful that a drunk Emily Sonnett dragged you onto the dance floor.  

[wosoamazing]

Little Warrior

Kristie Mewis x Sam Kerr x Child!R Warning: Seizures, Vomiting (once)

Just a reminder that everyone experiences things differently and there are many different types of Seizures and Seizure first aid is different from person to person (I have based these off something I know and have experience with - because of people in my life)

It was the day after your Mum’s game against Denmark, and two days since your Mama had played Sweden. Only your Mum was continuing in the tournament, your Mama having been knocked out. However you don’t really mind, as it means you get to spend more time with your Mama in the coming days, but currently you are with your Mum as your Mama was at a lunch with her team. As your Mum is still in the tournament you also get to spend more time with Harper too, you usually only see Harper sometimes, as you are very well integrated into the Chelsea team (Emma can’t stand Millie, Erin and Guro’s whining when you aren’t there so she insists on you being there for training, and media days, and matches, and recovery and everything else). However, today you didn’t want to play with Harper, you were more quiet and reserved than usual, so your Mum made sure she kept a close eye on you, she had a feeling as to why you were more quiet and she would hate it if she wasn’t there for you when it happened. 

You were sitting between Caitlin’s legs, as you rested back against the couch when it happened, and your Mum immediately noticed out of the corner of her eye.

“Cait don’t move, she’s having a seizure,” your Mum says very calmly, almost too calm for Caitlin, but she reminds herself that you’ve had these for quite some time now, and although you haven’t had one in a while you used to have them often. Macca and Alanna made quick work of getting everyone to leave the room to give you and your Mum some privacy and Steph has gone to get some things your Mum might need when you wake up.

Your body has sagged against Caitlin’s leg and your eyes rolled back, your eyelids continue to flutter as your spit runs down the front of you and Caitlin’s leg slowly, however that is the least of her worries currently.

“You’re okay baby girl, you’re doing great,” Sam tells you as she sees you start to come too.

“Mummy,” you whine before you start crying, and reaching aimlessly for her, she quickly plucks you from Caitlin’s legs and balances you on her knee as she takes your shirt, which is soaked down the front, and used the back of it to quickly wipe majority of the wetness off your face and neck before allowing you to collapse into her chest, rubbing your back as you fist the material of her shirt tightly. She stands up and starts bouncing you and she walks, hoping to calm you down, eventually the motion soothes you and you fall asleep, your seizure leaving you exhausted.

Steph comes in with some towels and your water bottle filled with cold water, along with your stuffy and blanky. She passes a towel to Caitlin who wiped her leg dry.

“Do you want us to call Kristie?” Caitlin asks.

“She’s having lunch with the team before they all go Mum,” your Mum says.

“Sam, I’m sure she would leave anything for either of you, no matter how important the event and I think she would want to know,” Steph told her, causing her to sigh and nod slightly.

“I’m here, is she okay?” Your Mama asked as she walked into the room, you had started to wake up slightly and made grabby hands for her as you heard her voice and so your Mum placed you into her arms.

“Ow-Out” you mumbled into her chest as she rocked you side to side.

“You want to go for a walk?” Kristie asked you and you clumsily nodded your head.

“Do you guys want to come for a walk outside with us? It’s all good if not,” Sam asked Steph and Caitlin who nodded their heads. Kristie continued to hold you against her chest as they started to walk outside, you seemed to be waking up more, laughing slightly at some of the jokes the adults made, and you seemed less floppy.

-

“Mama” you slowly slur, before your body goes limp in Kristie’s arms, causing all four women to stop walking and Kristie to lean up against the building, it wasn’t unusual for you to have multiple seizures in a row, and so they just had to ride it out.

An alarm on Sam’s watch went off, and she realised it was time for the team meeting, “You guys go. Thank you, can you just tell Tony what's going on?”

“Absolutely, let us know if you need anything,” Steph said before they both headed back inside.

“Come on baby girl, we’ve got you, we just need you to come back to us,” your Mama said as they waited for you to come too.

“When is our next appointment?” Sam asked

“4 months still-” she was cut off by you stirring, “oh hey baby girl, you’re okay, Mummy and Mama are here and we were just outside,” Kristie says as you whine.

“Do you want a towel?” “It’s all good, I’ll need a new shirt anyway,” Kristie told her as she used the bottom of her shirt to wipe your face, whilst she continued to comfort you, rocking you side to side.

“Should we go get some dinner baby girl? Mama come with us?” Sam asked as you laid on her chest now, your Mum’s felt more comfort in you sleeping on them when you had seizures as you couldn’t suffocate yourself, it was also recommended not to move you if your face was uncovered when you had a seizure so holding you meant that they could provide you more comfort and it also meant you wouldn’t hit your head. It helped that you were always tired and clingy after your seizures so you liked sleeping on them.

“You sure I’m allowed, I mean I-” “After the day we had I don’t think Tony would mind and I don’t want to rub salt in the wound or anything but its not like-” “It’s not like I can cheat or anything anymore, yeah okay,” They got up out of the bed, having travelled there after you last seizure and started to get ready to go down for dinner.

-

“Do you want some dinner bubba?” Your Mum asked you as you entered the room, and you shook your head, “That’s okay, why doesn’t Mama take you to got sit at a table with her and I’ll get us some food,” you were transferred between your Mum’s arms and Kristie went to sit down at the table with Steph, and EVE, it was the start of dinner so not everyone was in there yet.

Kristie was eating with one hand as her other held you, who was still lying on her chest, when your body suddenly felt light a dead weight, Sam quickly put one of the towels they have just encase on Kristie’s shoulder before carefully guiding your head, which had flopped back, onto Kristie’s shoulder, you having been looking at Steph just moments ago.

“Oh baby girl, you’re not having a good day are you,” Kristie cooed at you.

“Mama, we sit with y/n tonight?” Sam heard Harper ask Mini as they walked into the dinning room, Mini looked up at Sam who shook her head.

“Not tonight Harps, y/n/n isn’t feeling very well, but maybe tomorrow night.” Sam could hear Harper start whining and she felt bad for Mini as she shouldn’t have to be dealing with a meltdown by Harper but it was what was best, especially for Harper who wouldn’t understand what was going on.

“Hey bubba,” Sam said as you started whining, “here I’ll take you, you eat,” she said as she took you into her arms, your whining turning into full on cries, she took you out into the common room and started walking around as she bounced you trying to get you to calm down. You lifted your head and looked at her, “Hey bubba, you’re okay, I’m here and I can go get Mama,” she said just before you gaged. “Okay, okay, it’s okay bubba,” she said as you vomited on her, just as Kristie walked out.

“Shit, should we take her to the medics?” Kristie asked and Sam nodded before they walked to the medics, where you were stripped and Sam took her top off, before you cuddled back into her, and Sam suddenly felt the heat radiating off you.

“She’s got a fever, only slightly, it’s most likely the stomach flu, just keep her hydrated and rested but if her condition worsens or you're concerned with her seizures call us and we’ll be right up. But she should be all good.” The medic said as she handed your Mama some sick bags and bowls, before they walked out of the room and back up to yours and your Mum’s.

“Well at least we know why she had the seizures and it's not her medication not working anymore,” Sam sighed as they stood in the elevator, illness was one of your seizure triggers and you would commonly have seizures before you got sick, you just hadn’t been sick in some time.

“We’re still going to be up all night though,” Kristie said, “but you sleep, you need it more than me, I’ll stay up, and you're more likely to get sick yourself because you’ve been with her so you need the rest.”

Your Mums sent a message to the group chat before they gave you a bath and got you ready for bed. They spent the rest of the night staying up, for a different reason to what they would’ve originally thought.

[jasmines-library]

This might be a weird request, but can you take your favorite song and make a batfam story with it? I saw the “Kristy, Are You Doing Okay?” fic and immediately folded I loved it so much <3 <3 <3

The Ghost of You.

YES YES YES! It's really hard for me to just pick one song, but this came to mind so i thought i'd give it a go. Also this probably wasn't what you were after anon, so i'm sorry. You're all going to hate me after this :(

Summary: After your death, the batfam struggle to navigate their lives without you.

Warnings: This fic deals with death (mildly graphic) and the aftermath, contains suicidal thoughts, grief, unhealthy ways of processing grief and some other heavy content so please be advised.

Word Count: 2k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

I never said I'd lie and wait forever

If I died, we'd be together

I can't always just forget her

But she could try

Tim was the first to arrive too late.

Your body had already careened over to the side, collapsing into a puddle of your own blood. Tim faltered as he made his way over to you, gawping at the arrows that protruded gruesomely from your stomach, your shoulder and the back of your knee. That was what had taken you down: a well placed shot to the back of the joint. The other two followed as insurance. To ensure that you would bleed out. 

And even though Tim was right there, he faltered. Even though he could see the way your chest spluttered as you fought for air, he couldn’t bring himself to move. His hands shook. His lips trembled. And if anyone was focusing hard enough they would have been able to see the glint as water collected in his eyes. 

Then came Jason, grappling down from the building. He had heard it before he saw it. Grimacing at the way your cry was followed by two more, he was gripped tight by a fit of rage. Mercilessly he took out the two crooks in front of him so he could dash to your side. He should have been helping Nightwing and Batman, but at that moment all he could focus on was your safety. 

He managed to gather himself up enough to try and press around the arrows, but your blood pooled through the fabric of your suit and your breathing had slowed to nearly nothing. Tim had finally got himself to move and he was sure that he heard someone call your name. Though he couldn’t remember if it was himself or Jason. Either way he too pressed down harshly around the arrow to try and staunch the blood flow. And it should have hurt. God, you should have been thrashing and screaming. But you just lay there, spluttering as you faded. Tim didn’t know what was worse; but he came to the conclusion that the sound of your agonised scream was better than waiting in this near listless silence. 

“Just hold on, Raven.” Jason. But you would have never guessed it from the way his normally firm voice wavered. “We’re going to get you to help…j-just a little longer. 

Then you moved. Your hands shifted to lay atop of theirs and you strained your head to see them. Tim’s stomach dropped as you looked at him with your hooded eyes and small smile. A gesture of consolidation. You were trying to tell them that it was okay. It made Tim want to hurl. How could you be thinking of them in a time like this?

 “Y/N..?” Tim muttered. He should have used your vigilante name. He didn’t care. 

“s’okay” you slurred as your eyes fluttered at him. You could no longer make out much as your vision became a blur of colour. Jason palled at the sight of the crimson that stained your teeth as a sickening contrast to the paleness of your skin. He wanted to look anywhere else, like to Dick and Damian who were still trying to take down the criminals who just wouldn’t quit, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of your face. 

“S’gonna b-be ok..” 

“No…” Tim was crying now. They both were. Neither made any effort to try and hide it.

“P-promise you won’t do…any’thn stupid-” you mumbled.

Tim brushed his thumb over your hand. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to but he would. For you. “I promise…”

You wanted to turn your attention to Jason, but your eyes fluttered and you could feel your strength fading.

“ Love you…” Then, your chest rose… and fell as you took your final breath. 

~

At the end of the world or the last thing I see

You are never coming home, never coming home

Could I? Should I?

And all the things that you never ever told me

And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me

The manor was silent. Deathly silent.

And even though the manor was the busiest it had been for a while it still seemed so empty. It was almost like the minute that your heart stopped pumping, so did all of the life in the manor. 

Dick hardly slept. He spent his nights staring blankly at the ceiling, letting his thoughts carry him away because if he didn’t his mind would torture him with pictures of you. He had thought about it. He had thought about it a lot actually. Especially after he had seen your body being lowered into the ground sealing you into nothingness. You were gone.

Dick remembered Jason and Tim uttering something about promising not to do anything stupid. But he wasn’t sure. They didn’t talk much anymore. He thinks he remembered them saying that they had promised you. But he hadn’t. And so the thought crossed his mind often. If he was only brave enough to do it. Oh, what he would jive to see even just a ghost of one of your charismatic grins again. Or to hear your laughter as you sang to your music poorly in your room across the hall. You often used to keep the door open, just a crack as a form of comfort blanket and that let your voice carry through the hall. But now the door was firmly closed. 

Pull yourself together. Dick blinked away the film that formed in his eyes. Though no tears fell; he had cried himself dry a long time ago. You wouldn’t want this. Dick had tried to tell himself. But it seemed everything he did reminded him of you. Reminded him how he was never going to see you again. And it hurt. You were still so young. You had your entire life ahead of you to live and Dick yeared to have seen it. But it was ripped away from you cruelly like candy from a child.

Ever get the feeling that you're never all alone?

And I remember now

Your bloodstained face was burned permanently into Tim’s mind. It was there every time his eyes drifted closed. 

Each time he finally got himself to sleep, there you were. Crying out his name. 

He should have been quicker. Tim scolded himself often for this. He thought that his fumble could have been the difference between you living and dying. But of course, he had frozen. His body had refused to function no matter how much his brain screamed at him to just move! But he was frozen. He remembered watching fearfully as Jason, who was much further away, dropped to his feet from above and tried feebly to help. If only he had been just that little bit quicker. If only he had been paying attention then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place. 

He was sitting in the batcave, staring blankly at the monitors. Not because he wanted to but because someone had to. Though him being there wouldn’t have made much difference. All of the shapes on the screen had blurred into one colour. 

Tim had never felt more lonely sitting in the plush chair because usually you would be there with him. Cracking a joke or two, or reminding him he needed to go to sleep with a gentle touch on the shoulder or his hand. Sometimes Tim thought he could still feel it. A phantom pain: like when someone loses a limb. 

You had become such an important part of his daily life that his body yeared for your touch or the sound of your voice. He yearned for the warmth of your fingers, but then remembered that the last time he felt them, they were ice cold and covered in your own blood. 

At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies

She dies.

Jason was angry. He had never handled his grief well, even from a young age. And his coping mechanisms were far from healthy. Whilst his brothers spent their time reserved to themselves, Jason was searching for revenge. But he had promised you he wouldn’t do anything stupid. 

So he found his solitude in a punching bag. 

Your scream piercing through the air. A punch to the bag so hard that it swung violently on its bolt. 

The feeling of your blood trickling around his fingers. A right hook.

Your cold and clammy skin against his as he removed his gloves to trail his hands along your face. Another. 

Your last words falling from your tongue. Punch. 

Your chest rising as you spluttered. Punch. punch.

Your last exhale. Punchpunchpuch.

He kept going until his knuckles were a mangled and bloody mess and he felt like his jaw might snap from how much he had been clenching it. 

Jason didn’t bother to wrap his knuckles as he trudged towards the shower, despite how much they burnt and throbbed. But for some sick reason he couldn’t wrap his mind around, he savoured it. Almost as a punishment for not being able to save you. 

When he slipped into the shower, he still couldn’t stop the flood of images ricocheting around his head like a broken record that still somehow managed to play no matter how scratched up it was. He thought he might have found some solace in the feeling of the water trickling over his skin, but all he found was his mind confusing it for the feeling of your blood on his skin. 

Jason let out a cry of anguish, bringing his fists to clench at his hair as he sank to the floor and began to cry. 

And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me

For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me

If I fall, if I fall down

Damian had seen a lot of death in his life. That came as part of being a human weapon. But no death tore him up as much as yours.

He would forever remember the cold that gripped him when he saw Jason with your body in his arms. He had never felt so empty as Bruce tried to pull him away. Damian had fought against him, nearly clawing at his father to try and get to you, but Bruce just held him close and pressed Damians face into his chest to shield him from the horrors in front of him. But it was too late. He had already seen your mangled body and he couldn’t help the way his body trembled as he clung to Bruce like a scared little child. 

And Damian would never admit it, but he was scared. 

Scared of how everything would play out now that you were gone. Scared that you were angry at him for being so far away. Scared that because he wasn’t there when it mattered most, that it might happen again. 

He should have been there. Damian cursed to himself. 

He had been on the other side of the building trying to deal with the last of the crooks. Dick was with him for a time, but had finished up much earlier than Damian and had fled as soon as possible. Damian should have picked up then that something was wrong. 

But he didn’t.

And he was so frustrated with himself for not. He should have been better. Should have taken the criminal down with one blow and followed his brother to your side. Surely with all four of them there, you would have made it… right?

He wasn’t so sure. 

He wasn’t sure of much anymore. No one was. And they all felt so betrayed because you being by their sides was one of the things that kept them going everyday. And now…

One thing they did know for certain though was that you were gone. And no matter how much they yearned for you, you were never coming home.

🦇 BATFAM TAGLIST:

@aestheticdaisies

@hell-o-kittys

@mamapucket

@xxrougefangxx

@hearts4robs

(I'm sorry.)

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in October 2024 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Happy reading!

❓What was the last queer book you read?

[ Release dates may have changed. List below! ]

❤️ Back in the Hunt - K. Sterling 🧡 The Connoisseur's Christmas Courtship - L.M. Bennett 💛 Shoestring Theory - Mariana Costa 💚 The Black Hunger - Nicholas Pullen 💙 Wild Fire - Radclyffe 💜 Because Fat Girl - Lauren Marie Fleming ❤️ The Ace and Aro Relationship Guide - Cody Daigle-Orians 🧡 Soul Survivors - River Kai 💛 Stolen Hearts - Michele Castleman 💙 Reverence - Milena McKay 💜 Love Immortal - Kit Vincent

❤️ Take a Sad Song - Ona Gritz 🧡 Showmance - Chad Beguelin 💛 Redundancies & Potentials - Dominique Dickey 💚 Alexander - Karla Nikole 💙 Rest in Peaches - Alex Brown 💜 Rise of the Wrecking Crew - Kalynn Bayron ❤️ Language Lessons - Sage Donnell 🧡 Legend of the White Snake - Sher Lee 💛 Sorcery and Small Magis - Maiga Doocy 💙 Cried Out - Kate Hawthorne 💜 Skysong - C.A. Wright 🌈 No Rules Tonight - Kim Hyun Sook, Ryan Estrada

❤️ My Mother's Ridiculous Rules for Dating - Philip William Stover 🧡 I Shall Never Fall in Love - Hari Conner 💛 Castle Swimmer - Wendy Martin 🧡 The Hollow and the Haunted - Camilla Raines 💙 How Does That Make You Feel, Magda Eklund? - Anna Montague 💜 The Arizona Triangle - Sydney Graves ❤️ Every Rule Undone - Nancy S.M. Waldman 🧡 Mister Nice - Jamie Jennings 💛 Under the Mistletoe with You - Lizzie Huxley-Jones 💙 How to Fall in Love in a Time of Unnameable Disaster - Muriel Leung 💜 The Snowball Effect - Haley Cass 🌈 This Will Be Fun - E.B. Asher

❤️ Our Evenings - Alan Hollinghurst 🧡 Don't Let the Forest In - C.G. Drews 💛 Finding Delaware - Bree Wiley 💚 The Reeds - Arjun Basu 💙 The Bloodless Princes - Charlotte Bond 💜 Women's Hotel - Daniel M. Lavery ❤️ Alex McKenna and the Academy of Souls - Vicki-Ann Bush 🧡 A Vile Season - David Ferraro 💛 Synchronicity - J.J. Hale 💙 Writ of Love - Cassidy Crane 💜 Di-Curious - Erin Branch 🌈 Swordcrossed - Freya Marske

❤️ Stand Up! - Tori Sharp 🧡 Haunt Me, Baby - Rose Santoriello 💚 Planet Drag: Uncover the Global Herstory - Various 💙 Until We Shatter - Kate Dylan 💜 Metal from Heaven - August Clarke ❤️ Vicious Fates and Vast Futures - Tilly Bramley 🧡 The Daughter of Danray - Natalia Hernandez 💛 If I Stopped Haunting You - Colby Wilkens 💙 The Darkness Behind The Door - Mira Gonzalez 💜 Hunt Monsters, Do Magic, and Fall in Love - A.M. Weald 🌈 Jasmine Is Haunted - Mark Oshiro

❤️ Model Home - Rivers Solomon 🧡 Haunting Melody - Chloe Spencer 💛 The Door in Lake Mallion - S.M. Beiko 💚 The City in Glass - Nghi Vo 💙 Fang Fiction - Kate Stayman-London 💜 The Merriest Misters - Timothy Janovsky ❤️ Make the Season Bright - Ashley Herring Blake 🧡 My Kind of Trouble - L.A. Schwartz 💛 To Become A Flower - CEON 💙 What Was Lost - Melissa Connelly 💜 The Forbidden Book - Sacha Lamb 🌈 This Dark Paradise - Erin Luken

❤️ The Sound of Storms - Anya Keeler 🧡 Country Queers - Rae Garringer 💛 A Spell for Heartsickness - Alistair Reeves 💚 The Stars Inside Us - Kristy Gardner 💙 October's Ocean - Delaine Coppock 💜 Haunt Your Heart Out - Amber Roberts ❤️ The Dark Becomes Her - Judy I. Lin 🧡 Power Pose - Emily Silver 💛 The Magic You Make - Jason June 💙 House of Elephants - Claribel A. Ortega 💜 Tegan and Sara: Crush - Tegan Quin, Sara Quin, Tillie Walden 🌈 The Brightness Between Us - Eliot Schrefer

❤️ The Spring before Obergefell - Benjamin S. Grossberg 🧡 Pray For Him - Tyler Battaglia 💛 Coup de Grâce - Sofia Ajram 💚 Coal Gets In Your Veins - Cat Rector 💙 He Who Bleeds - Dorian Valentine 💜 The Revenge of Captain Vessia - Leslie Allen ❤️ Camelot's Tower - Brooke Matthews 🧡 The Manor - Tiffany E. Taylor 💛 Arcanum - Ashlyn Drewek 💙 Strange Beasts - Susan J. Morris 💜 On Vicious Worlds - Bethany Jacobs 🌈 Death Song - B. Ripley

❤️ Best Hex Ever - Nadia El-Fassi 🧡 I'll Be Gone for Christmas - Georgia K. Boone 💛 Make My Wish Come True - Rachael Lippincott, Alyson Derrick 💚 Gentlest of Wild Things - Sarah Underwood 💙 Troth - E.H. Lupton 💜 Solis - Paola Mendoza & Abby Sher ❤️ Lucy, Uncensored - Mel Hammond, Teghan Hammond 🧡 Mama - Nikkya Hargrove 💛 Under All the Lights - Maya Ameyaw 💙 Reclaimed - Seth Haddon 💜 The Devil's Dilemma - Alex J. Adams 🌈 The Jovian Madrigals - Janneke de Beer

❤️ Blood Price - Nicole Evans 🧡 Worship Me - K.C. Blume 💛 All the Hearts You Eat - Hailey Piper 💚 The Nightmare Before Kissmas - Sara Raasch 💙 Rogue Community College - David R. Slayton 💜 Mistress of Hours - Emma Elizabeth ❤️ The Dog Trainer's Secret - Sav Uong 🧡 Most Wonderful - Georgia Clark 💛 Antenora - Dori Lumpkin 💙 House of Frank - Kay Synclaire 💜 Sir Callie and the Witch's War - Esme Symes-Smith 🌈 Prince of Fortune - Lisa Tirreno

[sarcasmiclife]

Just realised that half of my personality is really just Rose Calloway but except the wealth and the supreme intelligence

[the-forest-library]

November 2024 Reads

In Memoriam - Alice Winn

A Sorceress Comes to Call - T. Kingfisher

Graveyard Shift - M.L. Rio

Northanger Abbey - Jane Austen

A Curious Beginning - Deanna Raybourn

The Empress of Salt and Fortune - Nghi Vo

Bride - Ali Hazelwood

The Fifth Elephant - Terry Pratchett

Pony Confidential - Christina Lynch

The Ornithologist's Field Guide to Love - India Holton

Here We Go Again - Alison Cochrun

One Last Shot - Betty Cayouette

Under Your Spell - Laura Wood

The Love of My Afterlife - Kristy Greenwood

This Summer Will Be Different - Carley Fortune

Savor It - Tarah DeWitt

Kiss Me at Christmas - Jenny Bayliss

Christmas Is All Around - Martha Waters

XOXO - Axie Oh

Killing November - Adriana Mather

Miracles on Maple Hill - Virginia Sorensen

The Miraculous Life of Edward Tulane - Kate DiCamillo

Because of Winn Dixie - Kate DiCamillo

Thunder Pug - Kim Norman

Stringbean's Trip to the Shining Sea - Vera B. Williams

Dr Seuss's Sleep Book - Dr Seuss

Leap - Simina Popescu

Uprooted - Ruth Chan

Taxi Ghost - Sophie Escabasse

They Called Us Enemy - George Takei

I'm So Glad We Had This Time Together - Maurice Vellekoop

Adulthood is a Gift - Sarah Andersen

Joyful Recollections of Trauma - Paul Scheer

The Deaf Girl - Abigail Heringer

True Gretch - Gretchen Whitmer

Growing Up Urkel - Jaleel White

How to Know a Person - David Brooks

The Expectation Effect - David Robson

Glory Days - L. Ron Wertheim

Democracy Awakening - Heather Cox Richardson

The Sleeping Beauties - Suzanne O'Sullivan

What It Takes to Heal - Prentis Hemphill

Vanishing Treasures - Katherine Rundell

Noodles, Rice, and Everything Spice - Christina De Witte and Mallika Kauppinen

Appetites - Anthony Bourdain

Bold = Highly Recommend

Italics = Worth It

Crossed Out = Nope

Thoughts: Please read In Memoriam if you haven't yet. It's sweeping and sad and sweet and very satisfying. The audiobook is lovely and does some interesting things with the narration.

Goodreads Goal: 414/400 

2017 Reads | 2018 Reads | 2019 Reads | 2020 Reads | 2021 Reads| 2022 Reads | 2023 Reads | 2024 Reads

[terminusantequem]

Kristy M Chan (Chinese, b. 1997), THOUGHTS THAT ACCOMPANY EVENING FATIGUE, 2023. Oil on linen, 190 x 150 cm

[gunnerfc]

Kristie Mewis NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Kristie loves how soft you are after sex and how you’re willing to do anything she asks you to do

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Kristie’s favorite body part is her legs, she loves wrapping them around you when you fuck her

Her favorite body part of yours is your mouth and she doesn’t care how obvious that is

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

She loves seeing the mess she made on your mouth and chin after you go down on her

D: Dirty Secret 

She’s open to making a sex tape as long as there’s no way for it to end up online

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

Kristie is experienced!

F: Favorite Position 

She doesn’t care, as long as you are pleasuring her she doesn’t have a favorite position

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

She might make a few jokes before or after sex but during, she’s so focused on how you are making her feel

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

A lot of the intimacy is in the aftercare

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

Kristie will send you videos as she gets herself off when you two are apart or even if you are in a different room doing something

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

She may be on the receiving end but she can be a bit degrading with her comments because she loves how you fuck her harder and faster when you hear the things she says

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Anywhere works for her!

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Having your hands on her body drives her crazy and she loves how they feel on her

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She’s pretty open to most things and isn’t really going to turn anything down if you want to try something in the bedroom

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Receiving! She loves having you between her things

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Definitely fast and rough all the time, the only time it is slow is if you’re dragging out her orgasm

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

Kristie loves them, they happen pretty often regardless if they make you late

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

She is!

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two go for many rounds, the length changes each night

T: Toys 

You use your mouth more than anything but there are times when you use a vibrator to edge her when you’re in control

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

Kristie loves to tease you to make you work harder or fuck her faster

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

She can be loud and she doesn’t care if someone hears her

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

Kristie is a power bottom and loves the bit of control she does have despite being on the receiving end. She enjoys how eager you are to please her and make her cum

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s high, you two would spend all of your free time in the bedroom if you could

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She falls asleep pretty quickly after sex because it tires her out so much

[slvt4dillon]

Wait why is award show b&bh kind of serving Matt Dillon and Kristy McNichol at the Oscar’s

[the-bi-library]

HAPPY BI VISIBILITY MONTH!!! 🩷💜💙

I wish all bi folks a very pleasant bi month!

Here are bi books of September!

Books listed:

💕 This Spells Disaster by Tori Anne Martin 💕 In the Ring by Sierra Isley 💕 Those Pink Mountain Nights by Jen Ferguson 💕 The Darkest Stars (The Broken Stars #2) by Kristy Gardner 💕Daughter of Winter and Twilight (Queen of Coin and Whispers #2) by Helen Corcoran 💕 Time to Shine by Rachel Reid 💕 Herc by Phoenicia Rogerson 💕 Fly with Me by Andie Burke 💕 Everyone's Thinking It by Aleema Omotoni 💕 A Crown So Cursed (Nightmare-Verse, #3) by L.L. McKinney 💕 This Dark Descent (This Dark Descent, #1) by Kalyn Josephson 💕 Providence Girls by Morgan Dante 💕 Wolf, Willow, Witch (The Gideon Testaments #2) by Freydís Moon 💕 What Stalks Among Us by Sarah Hollowell 💕 Thank You for Sharing by Rachel Runya Katz 💕 Cities of Women by Kathleen B. Jones 💕You, Again by Kate Goldbeck 💕 Double Exposure: A F/NBi Enemies to Lovers Romantic Suspense by Rien Gray 💕 The Fractured Dark (The Devoured Worlds, #2) by Megan E. O'Keefe 💕 Cover Story by Valerie Gomez 💕 The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White 💕 The Death I Gave Him by Em X. Liu 💕 Better Left Unsaid by Tufayel Ahmed 💕 Dearborn by Ghassan Zeineddine 💕 A Green Equinox by Elizabeth Mavor 💕 Salt Kiss (Lyonesse, #1) by Sierra Simone 💕 The Amazing Alpha Tau Boyfriend Project (Alpha Tau, #1) by Lisa Henry

Make sure to check the TWs for all books if necessary 💕

Here is the goodreads list of these books

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Matt Simmons X Teen Daughter Reader

Request: 14 year old daughter of matt Simmons, where her and her best friend get kidnapped by the unsub and Matt saves them.

I love it!

B/F/N - Best friend Name

Third person pov...

In the quaint suburban home nestled amidst manicured lawns, 14-year-old

Y/N Simmons, daughter of the esteemed FBI agent Matt Simmons, led a carefree life.

Her laughter filled the house, her adventures with her best friend, B/F/N illuminating her days. However, one fateful evening, their idyllic world shattered.

Currently Y/N sits on the bottom of the stairs tying her shoes, she was planning on meeting her best friend at the park, Matt Simmons walker past her and lent against the banister.

"Have a fun time sweetie, be home by 6 okay?" He tells her, the H/C girl grins as she jumps up. "Yes Dad" she says grinning.

The man rolls his eyes and pulls her in for a hug which was returned, waving her out the door the agent sighs and walks to the living room where his wife was sitting.

Smiling at him she holds her hand out, Matt takes it and sits next to her, Kristy cuddles up next to her husband. "She'll be fine Matt" the man sighs.

"I know but-" "-you worry to much" Matt smiles and kisses her cheek. "I know"

Y/N Simmons giggles as she walks to the park to meet B/F/N. Being a saturday the park was filled with parents and kids playing in the park and outside on the field.

The two girls were excited to see each other, running up to each other they hugged twin smiles on their faces.

"Hey N/N"

"Hey B/F/N"

"Come on N/N!" Giggles B/F/N as she runs off to the seesaw, Y/N right behind her, the two girls plated on the seesaw, swung on the swings trying to see who could go higher.

As they did neither teen noticed a man standing under a tree watching them, the park was filled with Parents and their kids but knowone notices the man.

As he watched the two girls in particular he had a sinister grin on his covered face, he finishes his cigarette and crushes the butt into the earth.

He then walks closer as the two girls wonder away from the park, quickly he catches up with them.

"B/F/N wait for me!" Cries Y/N the H/C girl ran after her best friend who ran into the forest, they loved climbing trees seeing to could climb the highest.

"Hurry up then slowpoke" Giggles the

H/C girl as Y/N caught up with her, she then tackles the other teen to the floor. "Ooof" the two fall to the leaf covered floor laughing.

After a few seconds of laughter Y/N then rolled off the girl and onto the floor next to B/F/N both breathless from laughing so much.

The two then look at each other and end up laughing all over again, suddenly a twig snaps making the two girls jump at the sound, they hadn't noticed anyone following them into the forest.

Slowly and cautiously Y/N sits up from the ground, nervous E/C eyes searched around them, she nudged her best friend to get her to shut up.

As she saw Y/N expression she knew something was wrong, having an FBI agent as a Dad, Y/N has been taught how to protect herself and to observe her surroundings. Slowly the two girls stand up from the ground eyes looking everywhere.

They turn around to go back to the park, as they walk they continued looking around as they did, quickly walking turned into running. The two girls sprint through the forest and back to the park.

Y/N got back to the park first, bursting out from the bushes, she leans into her knees, breathing heavy from running she looked around for B/F/N. "B/F/N? Where are you!" She yells turning around to the forest she just ran out off.

As she did her blood ran cold, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, brandishing a gleaming blade. Terror surged through Y/N's veins as she realized their predicament.

The man had B/F/N in his grasp, holding the knife to the young teens neck, his other hand held the girl to his chest making sure she couldn't escape.

Y/Ns stared at them not knowing what to do, tears where falling silently down her friends face the H/C girl shook her head telling Y/N to leave.

"Let her go!" She yells, the man only tightens his grip on the terrified girl he was holding the balde too. "How about no, come with me or she dies?" He laughs as the girls look at each other.

Y/N looks at her best friend, she couldn't leave her with him, she just couldn't. "Alright I'll go, just don't hurt her" she says walking forward back into thr dark forest.

The man began dragging them into the depths of the woods, farther than they'd ever gone before, before she was taken Y/N managed to discreetly drop her favorite hair clip onto the floor, knowing her Dad will recognise it.

As the clock stuck 7pm, Matt Simmons' heart sank as his daughter's usual laughter turned into an eerie void. His instincts screamed that something was amiss.

Y/N was always on time coming home she never misses her cerfew, he had thought she's message before hand but she hadn't. Sitting in the kichen with kristy.

"Somethings wrong" he tells her, his wife instantly agrees. A frantic call to Sarah's parents confirmed his worst fears: both girls were missing.

Y/N's frantic screams echoed through the trees, but her pleas for help were met with silence. The cold grip of the kidnapper tightened around her, sending icy shivers down her spine. Despair threatened to consume her as she feared the worst.

The man had dragged the two girls deep into the forest, they'd never this far into it before. Eventually they came to a dilapidated cabin deep within the woods.

Their kidnapper, a twisted and deranged man, tormented them with threats and violence. Yet, amidst their despair, a flicker of determination burned within them.

Time became his enemy as Matt raced against the clock to find his precious daughter. He rallied his team and delved into the depths of the investigation. Every minute lost was an eternity, and the hope of rescuing Y/N dwindled.

As night fell, Matt led a team of agents into the wilderness, determined to leave no stone unturned. Their search continued relentlessly, their flashlights cutting through the darkness like beacons of hope.

Suddenly, a glimmer of movement caught their attention. Matt holds up his hand making the others stop.

"Wait, do you hear that?" He asks them in the distance, they heard the faint sound of muffled cries. Adrenaline coursing through their veins, they surged forward, their weapons at the ready.

As they approached the cabin, the horrifying reality unfolded before them. Y/N and B/F/N lay huddled together, their bodies bruised and battered.

With lightning-fast precision, Matt and his team stormed the building, subduing the kidnapper and freeing the girls.

Relief streamed down Matt's face as he embraced his daughter and her friend. Y/N squash herself into her Dad arms holding his tightly. "Daddy, I knew you'd come"she cries tears getting his shirt wet.

"Of course I came Baby, I'll always protect you" he tells her hugging both girls tight.

The end!

Hope you liked this, another Matt Simmons one haven't done one for him in ages, sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

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