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anthonys237thfreckle · 6 months ago

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‘Let You Break My Heart Again’ - Javier ‘Javi’ x Kate Carter & F! reader (angst songfic)

I WAS LISTENING TO LAUFEY ON REPEAT AND REMINDED OF MY HIGH SCHOOL LOVE TRIANGLE SO WHY NOT WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT!!! HERE YOU GO!

part two

prompt: your heart belonged to javi, but his belonged to kate.

TW: unrequited love, angst, crying, swearing, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts (happens thrice), loss of appetite more than once, breakdowns, mention of throwing up.

Feeling kind of sick tonight

All I've had is coffee and leftover pie..

Today was just the worst. Shitty day at work, your in-charge was being a sweetheart to everyone except you, it’s like the whole world was playing a cruel joke on you today.

With no will to eat, you mindlessly looked in your fridge, the cool air and cool glow hitting your skin. Your eyes skimmed through something to hopefully make your feel better, and your eyes landed on a small glass Tupperware.

Peach cobbler pie.

You sighed, taking it out of the fridge and setting it on the counter, brewing some black coffee. The paperwork you had been procrastinating on started to pile up, and you had some weather reports due tomorrow. You needed the bitter drug, the pie there to balance the taste with its tender sweetness.

You were tender once; you were sweet once…

It’s no wonder why…

Life became hard and bitter once you moved away.

Well, did you have a reason to stay?

After that EF5, after holding onto Kate in that underpass for dear life, making sure she didn’t get sucked into that twister, Javi found you two and called the cops to help you both out.

Thing is, you always knew Javi had a thing for Kate. Even when she was dating Jeb, you saw the way he looked at her, the same way you’d look at him. And Kate didn’t ignore those looks of his, nor did she not notice them…

Ooh, still you take up all my mind…

You almost confided in Addy or Praveen about your feelings. You loved Javier. Ever since you both got super close in college. Ever since he’d always treat you like a good friend would. You ran on this high, you chased to be in his line of sight, craved his attention… You were soft, you were tender, you were sweet. You wanted to be it all, for him.

I don't even think that you care like I do

You were known as the ‘ray of sunshine’ or the ‘sweetheart’ in your friend group because you were just so nice. Mostly in the hopes of wooing Javier whenever you could. Make him think what it would be like to date you. Part of you loved to see his smile, loved the ‘thank you’s he’d give you, collecting them like shiny rocks. You usually found them on your morning walks, giving one to Javi whenever you thought he’d like them. But he just put them in his bag and forgot about them a few days later.

I should stop, heaven knows I've tried…

Days in college were spent fantasizing about him; about the way his arms would feel around you. He rarely hugged you. 3 times, to be exact - on his birthday, the day you both passed your finals, and when he found you were okay after the EF5. You couldn’t help but want to call him, text him, but what would you say?

And if he really wanted to talk to you, why didn’t he already? It’s been 5 years since you both have exchanged a word. 5 years since you two have seen each other’s faces. you had changed since college, no doubt. your hair was different; layered. Your style changed a little bit too, you wore makeup to work, in the hopes of being treated differently. You looked prettier with makeup on, anyways. Just a little highlighter, mascara, blush… nothing too overboard. Part of you dolled yourself up in the hopes of running into Javi in the streets somehow.

‘I should stop’ you thought to yourself as you got ready one day for work. You stared at your reflection, not knowing what you were looking for. Sighing, you finished up your makeup, surrendering to beautification, heading off to work.

“Someone’s here for you in the conference room” a co-worker told you. You gave them a confused look, walking to the conference room, to meet a familiar mop of curly hair - a lot shorter now, and the man you loved in a suit. Javier Rivera.

Of course he convinced you to come back to chasing storms. Of course he said it’ll be almost like the old times. Of course Kate was coming too.

You wanted to say no, you wanted to say you couldn’t, but he came all the way to look for you; once tender and sweet. The prospect of someone looking for you was something you dreamed of since you were an angsty teen. The prospect of someone caring about you enough to come back…

At least you tried to decline.

One day, I will stop falling in love with you

Some day, someone will like me like I like you…

The drive to Oklahoma was meant to be awkward. It meant to be tense. It meant to be hard on Javi. To make him feel bad. For you to act all pouty and mean just because you could. Just so you could if not tell, show him how hurt you were when he just disappeared.

But when he started to smile, crack jokes, retell stories, you couldn’t help but be nice in return. The rushing feelings came back, and for a moment, you forgot about Kate. You forgot about life being bitter and hard. All you remembered was being sweet and tender, because with Javi, it was familiar. It was natural. It felt like home.

Every soft look from Javi made you fall harder for him. To be treated like he once did to you. Friends. Best friends.

You both drove to Oklahoma, which wasn’t too far exactly, and he offered if you wanted to go out for dinner with him and Kate.

You wanted to be hard and bitter again.

As you and Javi went into a local diner near a motel, you both saw Kate sitting in a booth, waving to you. Or so you thought - she was looking Javi in the eye, who had a grin on his face. He sat in the booth with Kate, opposite to you. They both smiled at each other, and you wanted to be swallowed by the same EF5 your friends left in, because maybe, just maybe, Javi would have cared more about you if you were dead.

Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie

Pretend that we are more than friends…

“… just some coffee and peach cobbler pie, please” you flashed the waiter a warm, tired smile. You didn’t look at Javi or Kate, rather traced the wooden table, stared out the window, faked a yawn, bounced your leg.. of course they didn’t say anything to you. They had their little side conversation.

As your face was turned a 90 degree angle from the two, from the corner of your eye, you saw Kate squeeze Javi’s bicep. You downed a mouthful of coffee, coughing after. Javi handed you a tissue, not sparing you a glance as he laughed at something Kate said.

Suddenly you have no appetite.

Then, of course, I'll let you break my heart again

You put your head down on the table, Kate glanced at the mop of hair on the table

“Hey, you doin’ okay?” she asked softly, Javi looked at you for the first time during dinner.

“Do you feel sick?” He asked brows knitting in concern.

You shot up, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah, this coffee made me feel sick.” Javi looked at your basically untouched pie, but empty cup of coffee, and back into your rosy eyes.

“Get some rest, yeah?” Kate suggested. Javi nodded. You sighed.

“Yeah, okay. Goodnight, you two” you rubbed your face, giving them a small wave. They both smiled softly, waving back.

As you reached the exit, you looked over your shoulder as much as you didn’t want to, and saw the two smiling and laughing again.

With a heavy heart, you checked into your motel, took a sip of water to calm your body down, and with one glance in the mirror, you broke down; crying yourself to sleep, with tears staining your face and your pillows, the land of rest took you in for the night.

I'm just tryna understand what I am to you

More than songs, we've exchanged

Midnight calls, sunset views

Over the next few days, you spent them chasing with Storm Par. Of couse Javi went with Kate. She had more genius than you did, apparently, even though you two were both equally smart.

Javi talked to you that morning, his charming grin greeting you along with the early morning sun.

“Dandy weather, yeah?” he nudged you, trying to get you to cheer up. You rewarded his efforts with a small, half hearted smile.

You both had a pretty genuine chat, just like in college, until Kate joined you two. Then again, you were invisible. And the tension between the two was as strong as a supercell. You were obviously hurt, because your time in college was so much… richer. Late at night after curfew, you two would sneak out because you two were the only ones up for that kinda stuff. You’d go to the roof, stay up there talking all night then watch the sunrise together. Now, the only one he orbited was Kate, Kate, Kate.

Then, it was time to chase.

You paired up with Scott instead, being a little emotionless that day, and gave him a respectful nod of acknowledgement. The chase was silent apart from the orders coming from the radio. No conversation was initiated - you didn’t wanna have another breakdown.

For the first chase, which failed because Kate had a PTSD attack, you saw Javi comfort her after they got back to the motel; The sky was now dark, every storm chaser had a bonfire up, the atmosphere was enough to heal Kate alone, but of course, Javi was there for her too.

Your heart clenched. You remembered how hard you cried last night, almost suffocating against the sheets many times. The room was dull, taunting, and the only thing who could have helped you in that moment was Javi. But why would he see your pain and not Kate’s first?

You all gathered around the bonfire - the Storm Par crew, some other group called the Tornado Wranglers, some local chasers and what not. You saw the tall, orange fire. It looked inviting. Your breathing stilled, your body relaxed, your mind wandered.

You were disassociating, looking at everything from the 3rd person POV, the chasers in a circle around the fire, Kate and Javi next to each other a few seats away from you, talking like normal. You kept saying Javi’s name, yelling it, screaming it, but no matter what you did, he didn’t even spare you a glance. So you looked behind, turning around, and saw the fire. Without a second glance at him, without thinking, you walked into the warm, welcoming flames, feeling it consume you, swallow you whole-

At the sound of everyone toasting to more twisters, you snapped out of your little morbid daydream. Looking over at Javi and Kate, you saw her leaning against his side, his arm around her waist, smiles on their faces. Kate whispered something into Javi’s ear, and he looked down at her with a grin. She cupped his cheek, your eyes stung, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, romantic, kiss.

Promise I don't mean to cry

But I get overwhelmed and confused

If only you knew what I felt like

Your eyes stung, your bile rose in your throat, your lungs felt like they were collapsing and you wanted nothing more than to be disoriented, sedated, dead.

Breathing hard, you fled for the fields. Knocking over one of Javi’s beer bottles by accident, you speed walked, then ran to the backside of the motel, where there was a patch of grass. The surroundings were dark, the crickets seemed to taunt you, and your head was spinning. You needed more air than you could take in, your head had a dull, throbbing pain in it, you wanted to throw up, purge those feelings onto the soft grass.

You cried, covering your face and cried. Hard. Your whole body was stiff.

He kissed her

He kissed her. Oh he kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her.

You didn’t even hear the footsteps behind you. You didn’t even register Javi running after you to check in on you.

“God damnit, are you okay? What’s wrong?!” He panicked, not touching you, though he knew you loved physical touch.

Why would he, anyway? He had a girlfriend-

Kate Carter.

“Leave… me a-alone” you wheezed, hiding your face, curling into a ball onto the dirt.

“Please” you begged, “I-I can’t be down here, I need to go ho-home” you cried “it- it’s a family emergency.” you lied through your teeth. Of course he wouldn’t question it. He didn’t care enough to even look at you. Why would he question a pretty good reason?

Javi looked at you, his face concerned. He nodded.

“I- Okay, alright. Take care, (Y/N)” he said softly. Genuinely.

It took all your willpower not to launch yourself into his arms. But the thought that Kate had been in them more often than you did sickened you.

One day, I will stop falling in love with you

Some day, someone will like me like I like you

So you ran through the fields, ran until your lungs burned, until you were going to faint, running on nothing but peach cobbler pie and coffee since almost 24 hours ago.

Your legs gave out, and your hands embraced the ground below, seeking comfort from Mother Nature which nobody could give you. Your body was folded and like a wounded animal, you let out guttural, gut wrenching sobs. You wanted to unsee it, to pour Javi’s beer over your eyes, to gouge them out for their sockets.

“Make it stop” you sobbed, choking on your saliva. “Please, make it stop” you prayed to the heavens above and the spirits below. You needed this to stop. The pain, the jealousy, the love to stop.

You fell asleep there in the field, Your breathing ragged, yet eventually even. You mumbled, whimpered, cried in your sleep. Seeing Javi kiss Kate. Seeing Javi hug Kate. Seeing Javi move in with Kate. Seeing Javi say ‘I love you’ to Kate, and Kate saying ‘I love you’ back. It was all Javi and Kate, Javi and Kate, Javi and Kate…

It wasn’t until one of the Wranglers found you that you woke up.

“Hey, it’s the girl from Storm Par!” The blonde man said to himself. You stirred, groaning.

“Tyler Owens?” you blinked your eyes open, he offered you a hand, which you ignored and got up.

“What’re you doin’ out here in the fields?” He asked, chewing some wheat between his teeth.

You hesitated. “Long story, but if you can drive me to the train station, I think we have enough time to go over it.” you asked with a pleading look. “Please, Tyler, one favour”

Tyler sighed, giving up “Sure. That’s what friends are for”. You smiled, thanking him.

Then you both disappeared off to the train station at 6:35 in the morning, where Tyler was so kind to lend you a ride. You went over the whole story, since college to now. 5 years worth of internalized drama, not sparing a single detail; He nodded along, gave his animated reactions, gave his input and advice where necessary. And soon enough, you were at the train station.

“Thanks for the ride, Tyler.” you thanked again, genuinely “and dont tell anyone about this” you said seriously, referring to the situation you described.

“Scout’s honour” He gave you his flashy smile “Take care out there, cowgirl” he chuckled. You nodded and smiled, grabbing your bag.

“You too”

Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie

Pretend that we are more than friends

Then, of course, I'll let you break my heart again

Back at home, you delved back into work, relieved to be away from the new couple. Life was bitter and hard, accompanied by your peach cobbler pie; you never really got over Javi and Kate, you just tried forgetting about them. Whenever you read a romance book or watched some rom-com, you imagined the couples to be you and Javi. Sometimes, you’d dream of you and Javi together, as a couple.

But as you dreamed of this, a few states away, Kate was living your wished reality.

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cloudsmateria · 4 days ago

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cloud strife x reader - are you ready to cry? cause i’m no good

this fic is impaired by les by childish gambino bc our little cloud is emotionally unavailable but he becomes infatuated with a girl he met at the club, both horribly drunk, leading him to catch some feeling and make some decisions he maybe probably shouldn’t have. they sneak around with each other until he has to cut this off. part 2 will probably come, we’ll see how i feel. this is my not proofread first draft, and is mostly an attempt for me to get better at smut since i don’t do it often. also my new fav song i’ve been previously gate keeping is here <3

tw: alcohol, drunk sex, a lot of sex

word count: 7.5k, most of it smut

wall street was party central beneath the plate, it was aerith who took him here promising a drink at the bar before he’d go back to sector 6, but one drink turned to two, turned to three, turned to 4 and the next thing he knew he was in a club on the dance floor with aerith, sending tifa a message telling her where he was.

it didn’t take long for you to catch his eye, you were already looking up at him, smiling and drawing him in. his head was swirling with everything revolving around you, but with a nudge from aerith it didn’t take much for him to approach you, not a thought behind those eyes to make him think twice.

“can i get you a drink?” he shouted over the music, your friends laughing and going off to the floor to let you have your moment.

“one more and i’m gonna pass out.” you giggled wrapping your arms around his neck to dance with him. “you’re not too far from your limit too.” he laughed, his hands naturally resting on your waist.

“how could you tell?”

”it took a good 5 minutes for you to notice me, you were in your own little world.”

”so you’ve been watching me since i came in, huh?”

”with that sword on your back? yes.”

”that the only reason?” he said smugly, leaning in to tease you. you smiled, going for a kiss, he pulled you forward without thinking. the warmth and softness of your lips engulfed his mind, you drawing away. he looked slightly shocked when his eyes met yours again, in a trance of your entirety. your giggle echoed throughout him. “what?”

“i don’t know, just you. i like you.” a sheepish laugh escaped his lips, looking down. he looked back to check if aerith was watching him, she luckily missed the entire exchange. tifa had come by and they had hit it off straight away, the two of them laughing at the bar. but he wasn’t too keen on them seeing him for the mockery that would come for the rest of his life.

“let’s get out of here, i wanna hear your voice better, see you in the light.” you said, like you were reading his mind, you pulled him gingerly toward the exit, his hand tightened around yours as you pulled him forward, spinning you around to wrap his arms around your waist when you got outside, kissing you like it was the first time against the wall, mindlessly. his hands feeling the skin of your waist in your silly crop top, he was too drunk to read what it said, it was something stupid undoubtedly.

he didn’t care, his lips wondered to your cheek kissing you all over, leading down the the back of your ears and kissing you down your neck, all he wanted was to taste you to feel the way your body shivered when his lips made contact.

“ah-“ your voice shivered. “i don’t know your name.” you whimpered, making his heart throb at your shaky voice, clear in the empty cold air.

“cloud.” he said, slowly pulling back, his breath gone at the look of your face. “you?” oh my god his voice was so hot. you tell him and he repeats it softly. you could’ve whimpered again right there, you could feel pink blushing your cheeks in the cold, something you hadn’t felt in ages and you didn’t want this to be just lust. you didn’t want to waste this moment.

his stomach twisted at your slight change in demeanour, slightly shy. to be honest he really wanted to kiss you more than anything, but decided to lay off for a second. how drunk you both were was also a concern that crossed his mind for a split second, he’d like to think he’d fight fine drunk. whatever, he’s a soldier.

”come on.” he held your hand, starting to walk down the street.

“you familiar with the area?” you asked.

“i have no idea where i’m going.” he said blankly, making you giggle.

”you must be far gone.”

”no, i just want to spend some more time with you.” you felt your heart pulse, skipping ahead a step to look at him.

“well, you’re in luck. i happen to know all the good spots, soldier.”

”lead the way, m’lady.”

you were already in the heart of wall market, the streets were bustling at this time of the night, the alleyways were filled with dodgy groups but you had your pretty little guard dog with you. his face was so pretty lit by the amalgamation of lights you walked through, red, purple, blue, he was beautiful, and a gentleman. 10 minutes into your walk your feet started to hurt so he ended up picking you up, a few giggly, teasing pecks being slung around until you were at the door of your small apartment, the elevated entrance looking over the street of wall market.

he hugged you from behind while you unlocked your door, picking you up on your way in to kiss you, pinning you against your entrance wall while kicking the door shut, pulling off your heels and pulling his sword off with his free hand to place against your door. your arms wrapped around his neck, focused on how soft his lips were. the alcohol had worn of slightly, you were both undoubtedly drunk which made everything about this feel that much more amazing.

“i’ve been waiting for this.” he whispered in your ear, nibbling your lobe while his hands got more adventurous, sliding up your dress to holding you by your ass. your breath caught in your throat, unable to resist the mako-infused trance his eyes cast over you, he carried you to your bed, laying you down gently. the room spun slightly, but it was a pleasant feeling, a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. his hand traced the curve of your waist, his eyes never leaving yours, breath shivering at the touch of the softness of your skin.

all of it was so intimate, so real, the way you looked at him made his heart throb. your hand found his cheek, guiding his gaze back to yours, and in that moment, he knew he would never get enough of you, not the morning after, not in 10 years when you had split ways, he’d never forget your loving touch, soft skin, saccharine laugh. his hands moved to the hem of your dress, pulling it up slowly as his mouth was desperately pressed against your plump lips, revealing your stomach, your chest, your shoulders. the cool air hit your skin, but his touch was like fire engulfing you.

his eyes searched yours for any signs of hesitation, but all he found was desperation like his. he leaned in, kissing down your chest, making you gasp with every gentle press of his lips. your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, you felt so alive, so loved, so desired. his touch was tender, yet firm, leaving no doubt about how badly he needed you, you slipped your fingers under his vest, tugging it upward. he pulled off his top with one hand, you were shocked, staring at his chiselled chest blatantly. you should’ve expected this from his arms, but even then, none of that prepared you for this.

his body was a masterpiece, sculpted from clay like an idol. every muscle defined, the way his abs rippled with every movement was mesmerizing. his arms were strong, yet gentle as they held you down, his chest a book of scars. the light from the street lamps outside danced across his skin, casting shadows that played tricks with your eyes. you couldn’t help but run your fingers over them.

his breath hitched, and his eyes closed briefly as you touched his scars, trying to keep himself under control. his hands slid up your thighs, teasing the edge of your panties, making you squirm. he pulled away from your chest, looking down at you with a smirk. “you enjoying yourself?”

you nodded, feeling a bit shy at his sudden question. “yes...” your voice was barely a whisper, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands continuing their exploration. he gently slid your panties to the side, his finger grazing your wetness. you gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slip his finger inside, making you arch off the bed, gasping loudly.

“oh, cloud!” you moaned out his name, your voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. his eyes lit up with satisfaction, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin.

“that’s it, baby.” he said, his voice deep and rough, making you press your legs together. his finger moved in and out of you, setting a steady rhythm that had you clutching the bed sheets. he leaned down to kiss you again, his free hand playing with your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, making you whimper. his free arm leaning above your head to keep himself stable, his shadowed face watching your blissed expression. your hips rolled up with his fingers, desperately trying to get closer. he could feel your pussy twitch, the heat radiating from you and the warm smell of your perfume surrounding him, intoxicated by more than just the alcohol, it was your aura he was drinking in. he was throbbing so hard it hurt.

he buried himself into your neck in his breathlessness, panting right in your ear, your hand buried in his hair pulling him closer into you. he kissed your lobe softly, every touch left a mark on your soul, you could feel his intensity in every action, it all came out. he felt this was the only peace he had in his hectic life, you unwrapped him to his barest form.

his finger continued to work you, making you squirm under him. “what do you want?” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. you bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan. “anything…. ah- you’re enough, anything, cloud...” you breathed out, your voice shaky, you were close.

his voice was a soft caress, the words coming out of his mouth were like a gentle storm, confusing yet comforting, the kind that left you breathless. “are you sure about this? about me?” he asked, his thumb circling your clit, driving you crazy. you nodded, unable to form more coherent words. his fingers moving faster, curling just right. your orgasm quickly building as your legs pressed tighter together, quivering. his thumb found your clit, circling it perfectly, you were at your limit.

“c-cloud!” you screamed, body convulsing as waves of your pleasure crashed over you. he was amazed. your sound was music in his ears, and his own arousal grew tenfold to the way your pussy pulsed around his fingers, everything you did was beautiful. his bulge was already uncomfortable, but now it was unbearable. he pulled his fingers out of you, making you twitch. you wrapped your arms around him as he kissed down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.

he sat up to kick his jeans off, throwing them to the corner of your room. you could see his dick straining against his boxers, a wet spot at his tip from his leaking precum. you jaw dropped, his size was intimidating and yet unbelievably hot, you did not expect him to be packing this much. he palmed himself through his boxers, chuckling at your reaction. he pulls you on top of him, taking your hand and pressing it against his erection, skin hot to the touch.

“what?” he asks, a playful smirk playing on his lips, watching your reaction. you blush deeper, not breaking eye contact, your hand still wrapped around him.

“iis that even going to fit?”

“dunno. you having second thoughts?” he teases. you bite your lip, shaking your head. yes, you definitely were having second thoughts but that wasn’t going to stop you. you want him more than ever now. you lean down to kiss him again, feeling his cock pulse in your hand. his tongue slides into your mouth, dancing with yours, the taste of alcohol as you mix together. you can feel your heart racing in your chest.

he moves your hand away, sliding his boxers down, his cock springing free. he’s huge and dripping. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice soothing.

“mhm.” you nod, eagerly leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock, feeling him twitch in your hand.

"fuck." he whispers, the taste of saltiness coated your tongue as you wrapped your lips around it, making you want to taste more of him. you lick the length of him, watching his eyes roll back in his head, a low groan leaving his mouth. you swirl your tongue around the head, making him hiss before taking him into your mouth, feeling him fill your throat.

"shit!"

his hands went to your hair, gripping it tightly as you moved your mouth up and down his length, your tongue caressing every inch. he watched you with a mix of pleasure and disbelief, feeling his orgasm build rapidly. he could feel your throat contract around his tip, his balls tightening. but he didn’t want to come too soon. he gently pushes your head away, panting heavily.

“you’re too good at that, but it’s not what i had in mind.” he breathed. “i need to be inside you so badly right now.” his hand went to the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek. the affection in his voice made you squirm, he brought his head down for another kiss. his hands roamed up to your hips, kneading the fat in his hands. he flipped over hovering over you with your back against the sheets, his eyes were filled with lust and something else you couldn’t figure out, whatever it was, it was intense.

he gripped your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. his free hand slid down between your thighs, prying your legs wide open for him, fingers slowly dragging up your slit, getting drenched in your wetness. his eyes searched your own for any sign of hesitation.

“i don’t know how much control i have over myself.” he said lowly, he has pushed himself to his limit with you. you nodded quickly, already desperate for him and ready for anything he wanted to do to you.

“that’s okay, cloud.”

”are you sure?”

”ive never been so sure about someone in my life.” you said, looking up at him tenderly. his heart swelled in his chest, feeling heavier than before. no one had ever looked at him like that, spoken to him like that, your words raw and ripping deep into him. he knew he didn’t deserve this, but in this moment, he couldn’t help but revel in it. if he only had sober enough of a mind to turn away now and stop himself from hurting you.

“fuck… stop looking at me like that.” he murmured, heart hammering in his chest. the look in your eyes was like a warm embrace, he looked down, trying to avoid it, it was overwhelming him. your giggle only made his heart throb more, he couldn't help but smile.

his grip on your wrist tightened, pushing your hips down to align with him, his tip could feel the heat of your entrance. slowly, he dragged it up your folds, drenching it in your wetness and making your body shiver until it hooked against your entrance, making you arch your back. he groaned, the friction was driving him insane. you looked up into his eyes, trying to prepare yourself to accommodate him. he took a deep breath.

“are you okay with this?“ he asked one last time, his voice strained with the effort to not rushing into this no matter how badly he wanted it. this was your first time and you were nervous but sure. you nodded eagerly, cheeks flushing red. it was all he needed. he pushed into you, slowly sinking the tip into you, it was so tight.

”fuck….” he breathed out.

you closed your eyes, you could feel them rolling to the back of your head, a mixture of pleasure and pain. you bit your lip though a muffled moan still managed to slip out as you stretched around him. he paused for a moment giving you time to adjust around him. he pushed in deeper, groaning, the heat was overwhelming as he felt himself getting deeper until he bottomed out completely and you’re sure your neighbours heard the disgusting noises that spilled from your mouth.

“shit, you feel too good. “ he twitched inside you, he cursed himself for being so close already. you felt so full, the pain of trying to adjust to him was wearing off slowly and all that consumed you was pleasure. he watched your face, all your reactions, it made his heart ache. “see what you’ve done to me?”

“oh, cloud.” you whimpered, he loved it when you said his name like that. his face trailed down to your, neck the peaks between your breasts until his hands lost the grip of your wrists to cup your breast, the thumb grazing over the sensitive peak, rolling them between his fingers. the other squeezing your ass. his lips latched onto your nipple, sucking them into his mouth. his hips drew out completely, until it was just his tip left in you just to push back in inch by inch. it was driving you crazy, and yet it was keeping him from spilling into you too early.

“you don’t know how bad i needed you, so good.” he whispered. your hand tangled into his hair, the other digging into the flesh of his shoulder. he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, flicking it with his tongue. you could feel your core clench around him as he switched to the other, his hands supporting your weight. the way his mouth felt on your sensitive skin was heavenly. you clenched around him from the shockwave of pleasure, you felt him twitch. he groaned, the vibration of his voice making you shiver. “you drive me insane.” you were going to ask what you were in a minute, the way he made you feel on an emotional level just made everything that much more intense. “i want you all to myself.”

his sucks grew harder, more insistent, the sounds of your combined breathing filling the small apartment. your moans grew louder, mixing with the occasional whine as he stretched you open, his cock thick and demanding. he could feel your nails digging into his skin, urging him to go faster, deeper.

he pulled away as his control thinned, hand leaning against the headboard while his other gripped your hip tightly, the sound of his groans filling the room. his pace picked up as he got more urgent, hips snapping with a rhythm that made you wrap your legs around his waist. you threw your head back pleasure quickly building in your belly, your pulses starting to get more frantic, begging for more.

“ah! cloud! yes- oh!” his need was getting more urgent with each thrust, the way your body was moving against him was mesmerising, your breasts bouncing in the dim light, his eyes were stuck on you as he quickened, getting rougher, watching your chest rise and fall with each irregular breath and moan, your lust playing out just for him in fusion with your flushed face, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, it was just enough to make him come undone as he felt you pulse and clench around him frantically.

his thumb found your way to your clit, teasing it as he fucked you. that was it for you. your walls clamped down on him, shaking as your orgasm crashed through you. you bit your lip desperately to stop yourself from waking everyone in the building up, nails digging into his back as he kept up his pace, chasing his own climax. he could feel it building quickly, balls tightening as he dug himself deeper into you, body begging for release.

“fuck, where do you want it?” your mind was gone, drunk with pleasure and the thought of his cum in you was too much to resist, you wanted to be his, all of him inside you.

“inside me,” you moaned. his eyes darkened, heart jittering in his chest, pounding against his rib cage. the idea of marking you with his cum, was so fucking hot, it sent a shiver down his spine and his cock throb even more insistently, movements getting more urgent and deliberate.

“are you sure?” his jaw clenched as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge.

“yes cloud.” your voice with that pulse of your pussy around him sent him over the edge. he grabbed your hips, forcing himself as deep as possible, you felt it shoot inside you in waves as he groaned loudly, cock twitching with each spill.

“all of it, fucking take all of it.” he managed in ragged, raspy breaths as he buried himself deeper, you clenched and tightened around him instinctively, milking every drop, you were so sensitive you felt yourself get close again. everyone must have heard that. his body sloped over, wrapping around your waist tightly as he slowly pumped himself in you a few more times to fuck everything as deep as possible, all of his hot seed filling you completely, it couldn’t be possible to have that much cum. you moaned softly as you felt yourself get overcome with the sensation again, a second orgasm, becoming a twitching and shivering mess all over again.

he laughed quietly, his body still trembling with the aftershock of his release as he continued to pulse inside you. he leaned down to kiss you again, you could feel each other’s heart race as your bodies pressed against each other.

“you’re something else,” he murmured against your swollen lips, your legs were still trembling, and you were still deliciously full of his cum and hard dick. you realised how much you wanted this to be more than just a drunken hookup without any courage to say anything.

he took another moment to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours sweetly. “i want to go down on you until you pass out.” his soft voice did not match that nature of that sentence, you felt your cheek heating up at the words. “but i’ll let you get some rest, you need it.” his gentle kisses trailed down your neck, carefully flipping you over so he didn’t slip out of you, your bodies fit perfectly against each other as your head rested against his chest, his hands playing with your hair as you pulled the covers up.

his breath was warm and steady against your cheek, you felt so safe, he was so warm and big underneath you. your eyes grew heavier, the room still slightly spinning, in complete bliss. his other arm around you tightly, holding you closer, his heartbeat like a lullaby. and that’s when the gravity of what happened weighed on you, you didn’t want him to leave tomorrow, you really liked him, and he didn’t even know your last name.

you sat up, looking down at him, his eyes still closed and breathing steadily. “cloud?” you whispered, unsure if he was asleep. his eyes fluttered open, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “yeah?”

his hand squeezed your side, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through your body. “can i ask you something?” you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

“of course, what’s on your mind?” he sat up with you, his smile fading slightly as he sensed your shift in mood.

you took a moment to gather your thoughts, your heart in your throat. “what is this going to be between us? i mean i know it’s not a relationship, and i just need to know if this means anything to you or if it’s just a one-night thing?” you whispered, staring at the ceiling.

cloud’s hand stilled on your back, his smile fading into a contemplative line. “what do you want it to be?” he asked, his voice low and serious. you felt his eyes on you, waiting for your answer.

“i don’t know,” you admitted, feeling the weight of your words. “i just know that i really like you, i don’t want this to be the last time we see each other.”

cloud’s gaze was intense as he studied your face, his thumb gently stroking the curve of your waist. “i like you too,” he said finally, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate through you. “i just don’t want to hurt you. I’m not good at this sort of thing.”

the confession hung in the air. you could see the fear in his eyes, had he been sober it would’ve been a definite no. yet, here you were, entangled in each other’s arms.

”can we see where this goes?”

he took a deep breath, gaze not leaving yours. he wanted you so badly, but a hint of his sober self was warning him, he ignored it. “yeah, let’s see where this goes.” his arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you closer as he kissed the top of your head. his dick was still semi-hard inside you as you drifted off.

…

you were woken up by the orange glow across your room from the windows. cloud’s arms were still around you, you looked up, his face peaceful with his messy hair splayed across your pillows, chest rising and falling. his morning wood was still inside you, it was already starting to stir, growing in length and thickness as he slowly woke up, your body was still sensitive and full from last night, you squirmed slightly.

his eyes slowly fluttered open, feeling your movement, his sleepy eyes met yours. he smirked, remembering what was happening

“good morning, to both of you.” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. his fingers circled your hip, his cock fully hard now, rolling it up into you.

“cloud!” he covered your mouth, not wanting to wake up your whole apartment block, his other hand sliding down to your clit, grazing it enough for you to gasp into his palm. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he moved his cock inside you, shallowly thrusting in and out, feeling you clench around him.

“see, you don’t mind it, do you?” you felt his back muscles tighten under your hands, your face on his chest, flexing as he picked up his pace. he leaned in to kiss the top of your head, his hand moving to grip your thigh and keep your open for him.

his strokes grew deeper, his cock sliding in and out of you, lubricated by the mess of the night before. your breath hitched as you felt him hit that spot deep inside, making your toes curl. he was like a different person with you, easy going with no need to hide himself, confident. his movements got stronger and more demanding, so big he filled you up completely, stretching you out all over again.

his hips were slapping against yours, echoing throughout the room mixed with your muffled moans and his groans of pleasure. he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, making your mind go numb all over again, tensing around him, orgasm building up quickly. it didn’t take much for either of you to finish, both still sensitive from last night. his hips jittered, your pussy contracting around his cock as he pushed through your walls, pressing you down on him. it twitched inside you, sputtering hot cum inside of you again.

his breathing was ragged, flipping you over again so he was on top of you as he slowly pulled out despite the suction of your pussy, being left empty. some of it leaked out, but he fingered it back in, making you shiver and moan. he chuckled quietly, looking at the state of you.

“good morning to us.” you said as he lay his head on your chest, continuing to push in and out of you. he looked around your room, it was as big as his, though a lot more lived in and homely. books stacked up on the floor, notebooks and makeup from last night splayed out on your desk and a scythe in the corner of the room which caught his attention.

“i’m gonna go clean up.” you whispered, trying to slip out of bed, his arms tightened around you

“stay a bit longer.” he mumbled against your neck, it was clear he was about to sleep again. “it’s only 6.” the warmth of his breath tickling your neck.

“i would love to, cloud. but i do have work.”

his eyes searched yours, the conflict of his want versus your needs. "i'll make it quick." he whispered, kissing your forehead before rolling off you, his cock sliding out of you with a wet sound that made him groan. he stood up, grabbing your hand, pulling you off the bed. the warmth of his cum trailed down your thigh. "we can shower together."

you nodded, following him to the bathroom, the floor cold against your bare feet. the shower was already running, the sound of water hitting the tiles echoing through the room. cloud stepped in, holding his hand out for you, the water washing over him, his muscles rippling as he moved. you stepped in, the warmth wrapping around you, his arms enveloping you again.

his hands roamed your body, the water slipping over your curves, his eyes tracing your figure. “you’re so beautiful.” he murmured, pressing his lips to your neck. you leaned into his touch, his hands moving down to your ass, squeezing it gently, making you giggle.

cloud picked up a washcloth, soaping it up and moving it down your body, his eyes never leaving yours as he washed you off. the warmth of the water washed over you both, mixing with the steam that filled the small room, the scent of your combined arousal still lingering in the air. his soapy hand reached between your legs, washing off the mess of the night, his thumb grazing your clit, making you jump.

his eyes were on your face, watching every little reaction, the way your eyes would roll back at the slightest touch. “can’t get my hands off you.” he chuckled, kissing the side of your neck. his other hand cupped your face, tilting it up to look into your eyes. “you really do drive me crazy.”

you couldn’t help but smile, feeling his hardness press against your thigh. ”do you ever take a break?”

“this is your fault. you’re too tempting,” he said, his voice a low growl. he stepped closer, pressing you against the tiles as he dropped the washcloth. his hand went back to your neck, tilting it to the side, kissing the pulse point. “but i’ll behave for now.”

his hands were gentle but firm. you leaned into him, your breasts pushing against his chest. he took his sweet time, washing every inch of you, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he was afraid you would disappear if he looked away. your heart fluttered at the tender way he touched you, while your hands ran over his arms, washing him off.

his cock was hard again, brushing against your stomach. it was clear he wasn’t done with you, but he didn’t push it, he knew you had to get ready. instead, he kissed your forehead and stepped back, letting you wash off the soap. you watched him under the water, the way his muscles flexed.

you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself, feeling the warmth of the air hit your wet skin. he followed you, his own towel around his waist. you get into a clean set of comfy clothes, you gave Cloud one of your large sweatpants you normally slept in. "you can keep it," you said with a smile, watching him put it on. "i have plenty."

“why? you do this often?” he asked.

“the opposite actually.” you said.

you both looked at the clock again, it was only 5 AM, and the sun hadn’t fully risen. “why don’t we just cuddle for a bit longer?” you suggested, pulling off your bed sheets and changing them, he helped you spread ita cross your matress, your voice filled with hope. Cloud’s eyes lit up, he didn’t hide his enthusiasm.

“i thought you had work,” he said, walking back towards the bed and pulling the covers aside for you to slip in next to him.

“well, i do… at 5pm.”

“what?”

“i work at a bar, it's a night shift today so i've got the whole day off."

"i wish i could stay here with you but i have to get back to sector 7 at 8. my friend owns a bar and she does need my help if i want to continue to have a place to stay."

"that's cool, are you a bartender?"

"mercenary. i thought i told you this last night?"

"oh." you remembered, though it was still surprising. "sorry, i think i was just more focused on some other things from last night."

he laughed quietly. "don't worry."

you lay there for a bit longer, basking in the warmth of cloud’s embrace, listening to the rain tap against the window. His arm was draped over your waist, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin just above your panties.

“when will i see you again?” he asked absent mindedly.

you turned to look at him, his eyes still sleepy but filled with something that looked a lot like hope. “im free tonight after my shift, though it's about 1am.” you said with a playful smile. that was perfect, aerith and tifa would've been asleep by then, he could sneak out to see you.

“i’ll make it work,” he said, his voice filled with determination. you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest, his willingness to make time for you was something you weren’t used to. “i want to see you again, badly.”

cloud’s hand stilled on your shirt, his eyes looking at yours with a mix of guilt and excitement. the guilt was something he wasn’t used to feeling. he was a mercenary, used to taking what he wanted and moving on, but with you it was different. the thought of not seeing you again was unbearable, and he felt guilty for feeling this way, knowing he might be leading you on, he couldn’t help himself. he warned you last night.

you nodded, trying to keep the hope off your face. “i’ll be waiting for you.” you leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling his cock twitch against your thigh, it was clear he wanted more but he knew he couldn’t push it. you both laid there, your bodies entwined, talking about everything and nothing until the sun had fully risen, and suddenly it was 7.30, and he had to leave.

his kiss was gentle as he pulled away from you. “i’ll see you tonight then,” he said, getting back into his soldier uniform. you gave him a peck on the cheek before he left your apartment, the cold air of the early morning a stark contrast to the warmth he left behind.

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leave a comment if u want a part 2, i’m undecided <3

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leeofthevoid · 11 months ago

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Cold-Blooded Beings- Part 1

Farleigh Start x Reader

a/n: Hey guys this is a multi-chapter thing, a little series I suppose and I'm excited to map it out. Hello! Had a few comments that wanted it changed to Y/N and I got you! Please let me know if I missed a few but I tend to not use the assigned name I did before. Just tell me if you guys also want some name specific Fic for you so I can make one shots! Big thanks to the people who pointed good stuff out!

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Strong language

Word Count: 1777

|| Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Money Makes The World Go Wild

Oxford was a dream come true. It was so difficult to actually get into the school without the help of your family’s wealth and earn your place, it was rewarding to finally get into it.

It wasn’t until dinner time when you felt big arms wrap itself around your shoulders while you ate. “Look who we have here. N/N L/N.” What the hell? This voice was unrecognizable. What does this guy want with you? “I’m sorry um…Did I do something wrong?” The man looked confused and chuckled. “Y/N , it’s me Felix? Felix Catton? Cry Baby Fee?”

You jolted back in surprise and your face turned from a slight scowl to surprise. You didn’t hesitate to jump and wrap your arms around him. “Fee! Holy shit you’re so big now! I barely recognized you!” You both laugh heartily as you pour out your happiness in the embrace. “How I miss you, I miss you so.” You pulled back to pepper his face with kisses and finally sat back down on your seat, huge smiles still plastered on your faces. “You’re so big now Fee! I can’t believe you’re the same little boy I had to carry when you scraped your knees.” Felix cringed slightly at the story but still smiled his heart out. “Well yeah, I’m not the little boy Catton you used to know. It’s so nice to see you N/N. Venetia would be so happy know you go here.” You pause and look around the dining hall looking around for the other Catton sibling. “Speaking of, where is she?” Felix leaned on the table and sighed, “Went to Cambridge in fear that I would ‘ruin’ her university experience.” It was so like Venetia to say that and you admired how they seemed to barely change.

You ended up talking through dinner time about how you got into Oxford the way your family always went in. Felix teasing you about your strict family. How you both grew through the years and realized how you missed each other’s presence ever since your father threw you to Switzerland to attend boarding school after your last summer in Saltburn. You both exchanged numbers and a promise to Felix that you will for sure hangout with him and his friends. With a goodbye embrace that was too long for other people, you parted ways.

It was hard being a Teacher’s assistant. When you settled after a few months into your summer term, your professor offered for you to help him tutor his students which you gladly agreed to for extra credit. You were now stuck in the room with Mr. Ware, this shy scholar kid named Oliver Quick, and another empty seat that the other student seemed to miss every session. It’s their fifth absence now. Oliver was in the middle of reading his essay out loud when you decided to take a quick bathroom break, waking up your professor in the process to at least pay attention to the poor guy. After a few minutes out, you’re met with a new person chatting with the tutor and Oliver sits back quietly. You got a better view of the new presence and saw a nice head of curly hair, fashionable clothes, and…No way. “Farleigh?”

Oliver and Farleigh look up at you from the door and his eyes widen. “ Oh my god N/N!” He stood up and scooped you in a tight hug. Man, these Cattons sure love their hugs. “I thought Felix was fooling us when he mentioned a special childhood friend in Oxford.” He gently puts you down and backs away to sit next to Oliver again.

“My, my. A L/N and a Catton? Oliver, you have quite the company.” Your Professor stated. You saw Oliver slowly back up in his chair more, feeling a tinge of pity for the guy. “Let’s start over, Sir. I believe we all have limited time.” You chime in. You all sat down and proceeded to listen to the essays Oliver was abruptly cut off. His work was too robotic and a little…Boring? You can’t help but try to wake the other two people up from time to time to at least alleviate the embarrassment Oliver had. When Oliver finally finished, you cleared your throat, signaling for Farleigh and Mr. Ware to at least look alive. Mr. Ware shared his thoughts and you did too, “I believe there was a lack of something in it, Oliver. I’m sure you’ll be able to revise it better so don’t worry too much.” Farleigh snorted at your kindness and blatantly told him the truth. It was a tensioned back and forth that you’d much rather not be apart of but what can you do? Farleigh was right but so was Oliver, you looked at Mr. Ware and he simply shook his head. “So! We had quite the session today, lads. Oliver, please take note of the changes Ms. L/N will send you, and Farleigh please write your essay too. Um…Send anonymous regards to your mum too please?” Farleigh winks at him and gives you a kiss on the cheek before he leaves the room. Oliver soon made a beeline out of the room and you followed after getting a few tasks from Mr. Ware.

After a few days, you came across Oliver walking alone through the courtyard. “Hey, Oliver!” He quickly looked around for the source and saw you waving at him. “Oliver! Fancy meeting you around and not in the office.” You smiled at him as you put out your hands out to shake. He took it and gave you a shy smile, “Ollie is alright. Y/N right?” You nodded. “So sorry about Farleigh, he always had a sharp tongue ever since we were kids, can I buy you a few drinks to apologize?”

“No, no, c’mon now Y/N it’s not your fault. Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to. I don’t need a reason to treat a friend out?” You smiled at him as he fiddled with his jacket deep in thought. “I suppose you it wouldn’t be bad…” You smiled again “See you later at the pub then. You know where right? Bring your friends Ollie!” Oliver hurriedly walked away with a small bounce of excitement as you slowly backed away bumping into something…Or someone. “Running a charity case, love?” Farleigh chuckled. You look up at him and roll your eyes with a slight smile. “Don’t be mean Far, I just thought he was a decent person to befriend.”

“And where is Farleigh’s invite then?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you both walked. “Since when did you grow so mean? I remember you jumping up and down whenever I complimented you more than Felix.” Farleigh groaned at the memory as you laughed. “You know, being the oldest out of all of us had its perks, such as carrying both you and Fee when you were both so tiny! I felt so big next to you! Now look at you towering over me.”

“N/N, you sound like an old lady reminiscing about her children’s lives, I don’t miss that at all. If you’re coming to the pub with that bore of a person, come by at our table yeah? I’d hate for you to be lonely.” You chuckled as he kissed your cheek to walk off into who knows what.

The pub had a really good atmosphere for a place swarmed with people in their early twenties dying to have some semblance of relief from school. You would even argue that The King of Arms was a decent place to have a date, even dressed nicely to appease the people you’ll hangout with. One problem is that you never anticipated the fact that Oliver could probably have no friends. Well, he had one, Michael, but the thing about Michael is he seemed to be so absorbed in his genius that he never did care to let you or Oliver talk. As much as you appreciate the boys not ogling at you with the usual stares you get from wearing provocative clothing, it was kind of pathetic that they didn’t at least compliment you perhaps?

You excused yourself to get another round of drinks, on you of course. It kind of put you in a bit of a damper mood when Michael didn’t even acknowledge it, at least Oliver did but it still sucked. You approached the Barkeeper to bring you three pints of Pale Ale which he kindly nodded to. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing with losers like them?” You chuckled and looked up at the figure slowly sliding their hand on your waist. “Farleigh.” You lightly warned with a smile, “Cut them some slack. It’s probably their first time going out with people. I was like that when I started my summer term.” Farleigh simply rolled his eyes at your kindness thinking it was stupid. You notice how he seemed to still tower over you and that was something since you weren’t exactly short, five foot ten to be exact. You even had heels on for goodness sake! When did this small tiny boy grow so tall?

You snap out of your trance when the door dings. You turned and saw Michael’s retreating figure, turned and checked the table you were occupying and found no signs of Oliver. Great, you just got ditched. “So…About my offer?” Farleigh’s tone was teasing and you can’t help but give in. With a sigh and a defeated huff you give in. “Fine Far, you win. What about the stuff I ordered?”

He scoffs, “Thank you for buying me some, you’re a doll.” Farleigh says in a sarcastic manner, picks up the tray and brings it to the table while dragging you with him. You notice Oliver’s shy figure sitting beside Felix as Farleigh pulls a chair out for you. Paying no mind to the boy who just walked out of your table, you greeted everyone with a cheery expression even earning some wolf whistles from the guys sitting with you. “Y/N will apparently buy two rounds of drinks for us.” Farleigh teases. Everyone cheered making you roll your eyes at him. At least you get to use that allowance your dad finally said you earned.

After some time on the table, it still pissed you off that Oliver ditched you, he even avoided eye contact with you while talking to Felix. It’s alright, everything will be okay and you should just let this instance slide, you say to yourself. It was just an apology drink from Farleigh’s mean outburst and the subject of the event was right next to you making out with a girl on his other side. Don’t you just love university?

#farleigh x reader #farleigh start #saltburn movie #saltburn fics #saltburn #felix catton #oliver quick #michael gavey #farleigh x you

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genshinluvr · 2 years ago

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Oh, Baby!

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Iseka'd!Reader

Summary: Congratulations! You and the men are officially a parent to a newborn son! You thought you were prepared to be a parent because of the parenting books you and the men bought during your pregnancy. But boy, you and the men weren't prepared for your child to be so clingy to you.

Note: This is a mini-fic for the Isekai'd!reader series. Just a reminder that any [character] x isekai'd!Reader mini-fic is part of my ongoing Isekai'd!reader series and is usually around 5k words or less. These mini-fics are made so each man in the harem gets their own screen time with the reader; sometimes, some men (or all) will make an appearance, but not all the time. Usually, mini-fics for my Isekai'd!reader series is for individual characters. This fic, in particular, has all of the Genshin men in the harem currently. I believe this is the first mini-fic that doesn't have smut 🤔 I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Mentions of vomit, but it's not major. Poop is one of them. Would a baby overall be a warning?

Word Count: 2.3k

This is a mini-fic to these three fics: Mixed Signals, Eating for Two, and The Men Who Worry a Lot.

The birth of your and the twenty-five men’s child was long and torturous. You were in labor for almost twenty-four hours, and boy, the baby did not want to come out at all. Giving birth is traumatizing, and you don’t think you want to have another kid any time soon after the first baby. Well, at least for now, of course. It’s been almost a week since the birth of your son, you and your son have been discharged from the hospital, and now you and the baby are back at the estate. Even though the men have made a nursery for the baby, you insist that the baby sleeps in the same room as you because of your paranoia.

You worry that you’re not going to be able to hear the baby cry while sleeping, but you are so clueless. Clueless to the fact that you’re going to get some sleep after the baby arrives. You know you would get less sleep than usual, but here you are, awake at three in the morning, nursing your son.

“You know, I was looking forward to the birth of our son, but I did not expect to lose sleep in exchange for a mini version of myself,” Itto says, sprawled out on your bed, watching you rock back and forth on the rocking chair.

Childe does a double take, asking, “I’m sorry? Our son?”

“Mini version of you?” Diluc asks, raising an eyebrow at Itto.

You sigh in relief when your son unlatches from your nipple, muttering how a newborn can drink that much milk after a week of being alive. You pull your shirt up and adjust your son, patting his back and lightly bouncing him in your arms.

“Please don’t start any argument right now, boys. You’ll make him cry and put him in distress,” you murmur. “Besides, I think Itto meant ‘our’ as in all of us. As for the ‘mini version of himself’ part, I’m not so sure since the baby looks like a mix of everyone.”

You’re grateful to have twenty-five men who help you care for the baby, but even if they tried to help you, the baby gets fussy until he’s back in your arms. You get off the rocking chair and begin pacing back and forth around the room. You hardly sleep a wink, and you are exhausted.

Aether rubs his eyes sleepily and yawns, stretching his arms in the air with a strained groan. “I didn’t think that was possible. I expected the baby to look like you and one of us, not you and everyone else in the relationship,” Aether says, gesturing to everyone in the room.

“I was hoping the baby look would look like both me and [Y/N], but instead, he came out looking like everyone,” Heizou sighs, watching you continue to burp the baby.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. After the birth of your and the twenty-five man's son, your son ends up having the features of each man. Well, most of them, at least. Since the baby is still a newborn, many other features have yet to develop. Your son is a unique child to be born in the history of Teyvat because your son has a tail, he has horns, and fluffy ears. He’s undoubtedly one of a kind, and you didn’t think that was possible until your son came out of your womb.

Not only did he have horns, furry ears, and a tail, he was born with a full head of hair. No wonder you had intense heartburn during your pregnancy. Your son whimpers softly before letting out the smallest burp. You coo at your son and hold him up in front of you. Your son stares at you through his semi-closed eyes, smacking his lips together.

Venti squeals softly. “He’s so cute! Look how tiny he is!” Venti coos.

“There’s nothing that can take away his cuteness,” Kazuha smiles.

Your son makes a noise, and before you know it, your son spits up on your nightshirt, making you groan. The men around you wince at the sight in front of them, shuddering with disgust. You and your twenty-five boyfriends (and the fathers of your baby) know that the twenty-six of you need to get used to being a parent. And dealing with baby spit-up and vomit is one of those things you all need to get used to.

Kaeya chuckles and shakes his head. “Our son is adorable, but that was certainly not adorable,” Kaeya comments, walking over to you.

“I’ll go prepare the shower for you,” Thoma says.

You shake your head and give Thoma a smile. “It’s okay, Thoma! You don’t need to do that—”

You stop midsentence when Thoma rushes to the bathroom. You sigh and pass over your son to Kaeya, reaching for the towel over your shoulder and wiping the baby's spit up off your shirt. You’re glad that it was only spit-up and not vomit. Even if it was vomit, it would be liquid and not chunks of food, thankfully. You love your son, but what he did just now was disgusting. Thoma exits the bathroom and gives you a thumbs-up, signaling that the shower is ready.

Scaramouche shudders with disgust. “I don’t think I’ll get used to being a father of a tiny being that poops and pees more than we do,” Scaramouche mutters, rubbing his temples.

“Is that all they do? Besides sleep?” Xiao asks, staring at the tiny baby in Kaeya’s arms.

Gorou and Tighnari sigh, leaning against each other.

“If you think that’s bad, how do you think we,” Tighnari gestures between him and Gorou, “feel when he poops? It’s horrendous.”

Gorou interjects, “And don’t get us started when he starts crying and wailing. We love our son, we really do, but his crying makes our ears hurt.”

“You two aren’t the only ones with keen senses of hearing. Our son also has fluffy ears,” Albedo says, stroking the baby’s head.

The baby starts to squirm in Kaeya’s arms, letting out small whimpers before bursting into tears. Ayato sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, watching Kaeya bounce the tiny baby in his arms, trying to soothe the baby.

“He’s very attached to [Y/N],” Ayato murmurs.

Dainsleif nods. “More attached to [Y/N] than that bumbling fool over there,” Dainsleif says, pointing over in Itto and Childe’s direction.

Itto and Childe look at each other in confusion, pointing at each other while silently asking who Dainsleif is referring to. As the baby continues to cry, the men crowd around Kaeya, trying to figure out what’s causing him to be fussy other than wanting you to hold him. He’s not hungry, for sure, despite the spit-up. Tighnari and Gorou don’t smell anything foul coming from his diaper (thank Archons), so that isn’t the reason why the baby is crying.

A few minutes go by, and you finally exit the bathroom wearing clean clothes that aren’t covered in baby spit-up. You watch your son get passed around from man to man, trying to calm down your fussy son.

As much as you wanted to laugh at the adorable yet comical sight, you know how they feel. The feeling of helplessness when the baby wouldn’t stop crying and wailing at the top of his lungs. Not knowing the reason why he’s crying. Everyone, including yourself, looks exhausted.

You and Zhongli lock eyes for a moment. Zhongli gives you a pleading look and holds your son out in front of him. “Dearest, please help us,” Zhongli pleads.

“He won’t stop crying, and we don’t know why. You fed him not too long ago, and it doesn’t seem like he soiled his diapers,” Kaveh sighs, tugging at the roots of his hair.

“Give him to me,” you say, walking over to where the men are standing and taking the baby from Zhongli’s grasp.

You cradle your son close to your chest, and he calms down almost instantly. You caress his head, letting out a shaky breath. Al Haitham directs you to the rocking chair, helps you sit, and tucks your damp hair behind your ears while you rock the baby to sleep.

Pantalone pinches the bridge of his nose. “Since he’s clingy to [Y/N], I don’t think it’ll be easy for any of us to take care of him without him bursting into tears when he’s with someone that isn’t [Y/N],” Pantalone mutters.

You give Pantalone a weak smile and lean your head back. “He’s still a newborn baby, Pantalone. He’ll get used to everyone’s presence and smell if you all hold and care for him. It takes time, don’t worry.”

“If he’ll let us hold him without fussing and causing a scene,” Dottore snorts.

Within the first few weeks of having the baby home in the estate, the men concluded that babies are disgusting. They’re cute, but they are gross. It sounds harsh, but it’s the truth. That doesn’t make the men love their son any less, but everyone is trying their best to get used to it.

One time, you woke up in the middle of the night out of nowhere. You put your son to sleep less than an hour ago, and here you are, awake in the middle of the night. You sit up and nearly choke on a gasp that made its way up your throat.

“Why are you guys awake at this time!?” You hiss, turning on the bedside lamp.

Al Haitham clears his throat. “We wanted to make sure you and the baby are okay. We didn’t hear him cry, and we got worried that something might’ve happened,” Al Haitham replies, looking up from his book.

You stare at Al Haitham owlishly. “I appreciate that you’re checking up on the baby and me, but I have a question for Al Haitham….” you trail off, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “How are you reading in the dark?” You ask.

Cyno rolls his eyes. “He can’t read in the dark. He was sleeping the entire time,” Cyno replies, the corners of his lips quirking up.

Al Haitham rolls his eyes and glares at Cyno. You give Al Haitham a sympathetic smile and pat the spot next to you. Al Haitham gets up from the seat across the room, tossing the book on the nightstand before getting into bed beside you.

“I don’t recommend staying up and waiting for something to happen. Trust me, you’re going to regret it the next day,” you say.

“What, did you do that?” Pierro asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You nod and collapse back onto your bed, closing your eyes. You kind of developed a habit where you wake up every few hours to check up on the baby. Every time you do that, the baby is sound asleep. But when you’re not doing that and are passed out asleep or occupied with something else, your son would be wailing at the top of his lungs for you and his fathers. Whether it’s for food, a change of diaper, or because he wanted you to hold him.

“I know it’s in the middle of the night, but I wanted to remind you that the baby needs a check-up soon. We’re a little over a month,” Baizhu murmurs.

You crack your eyes open and look at Baizhu sleepily. “Already? It’s been a few weeks since we brought the baby home from the hospital,” you say.

“Yeah, it has been a few weeks. There are about four weeks each month. Therefore, it’s been a month, or a little over that, since we’ve brought the baby home,” Capitano replies.

“I’m going back to sleep. Wake me up when—”

You’re cut off by the sound of something wet and gurgling coming from your son. You sigh and roll over to look where your son is sleeping. Well, he was asleep. He’s awake now— whimpering, kicking his legs around, his face pinching up with discomfort. Itto shoots up from his spot and point at the tiny baby.

“Did that noise come from him!?” Itto asks in horror.

Scaramouche shakes his head, burying his face into his pillow. “There’s no way something as small as him can make that kind of noise,” Scaramouche’s voice is muffled against his pillow.

Tighnari and Gorou groan simultaneously, covering their noses.

“It’s definitely coming from him,” Gorou says, trying his best not to gag.

“Who’s turn is it to change the diaper?” Tighnari announces.

Childe curses under his breath. “Fuck, I forgot about diaper duty.”

You raise your hand. “I changed his diaper last time, and he peed on me while I was putting a new diaper on him. I’m volunteering, Childe,” you say.

“What?! Why me?!” Childe exclaims.

“Do you not remember when you said you wanted to have fourteen children with me? Be a good daddy and change our son’s diaper since his mother did it for him not too long ago,” you snort, gesturing for him to go.

Aether snickers. “Yeah, Childe! Be a good father to child number one out of fourteen,” Aether says.

“That diaper sounds explosive, not gonna lie. I’m glad I got diaper duty a while ago before [Y/N],” Heizou says, sighing in relief.

Childe grumbles to himself, gets off his bed, and walks over to the tearful newborn. Childe lifts your and his (and the others) son up from the bed and nearly gagged. Childe groans and turns to look at you and the others.

Venti gasps, exclaiming, “Dear archons, it’s all over his back too!” Venti covers his mouth in horror.

Diluc and Kaeya snicker, earning a glare from the exhausted, disgusted ginger-haired Harbinger.

“I will throw his diaper at you if you continue to laugh at me,” Childe hisses.

Childe walks across the room to the diaper changing station, holding the now fussy baby away from him while scrunching his face in disgust. As much as you wanted to feel bad for Childe, this is something he has to get used to. After all, he did claim that he wanted to have fourteen children with you. Childe needs to get used to something as disgusting as the baby’s poop exploding in his diaper and up to his back.

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A PLACE TO STAY - part II

⤷ STEVE G. ROGERS

ᯓ★ Pairing: Steve G. Rogers x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: fluff, some angst, more fluff at the end

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 6.6k

ᯓ★ Part I

ᯓ★ Summary: one Olivia is officially your daughter it's time to show her what having a family means

ᯓ★ TW(s): mentions of abandonment and abandonment issues, reader discovers she's pregnant

ᯓ★ I'm so sorry I know you asked just fluff but I swear the fic wrote itself, and I will sure as hell write a second part where Steve and Y/n adopt Olivia because I'm crying.

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The days since you and Steve had decided to adopt Olivia have been filled with a blend of excitement, nerves, and a deep sense of certainty. It feels like the right thing to do. Every time you picture Olivia’s face—her bright smile, the way she clings to you for comfort, the way her tiny hands grasp your fingers with unspoken trust—your heart swells with love. The idea of offering her a stable, loving home is overwhelming, but you both know it’s what she deserves.

Today, after all the conversations and emotions that have led up to this moment, you and Steve are about to head back to the orphanage. It feels different this time. You’re not just there to spend time with Olivia. This visit is about making things official, about taking the first steps toward a new future—for all of you.

The crisp air of Brooklyn greets you as you and Steve step out of your apartment, bundled up against the cold but still feeling the warmth of each other’s presence. Every step toward the orphanage feels like it matters. Today, you’re not just visiting a child. You’re talking to the headmistress about adopting Olivia.

When you arrive at the orphanage, the familiar sight of the building brings both comfort and nerves. It’s strange to think that not too long ago, this place was just where you met Olivia for the first time. Now, it’s a place where your future with her is about to take root.

The moment you step through the doors, the warmth of the building surrounds you. Children’s laughter and chatter echo in the hallway, but your attention is on the headmistress’s office. You know that Olivia is probably somewhere in the building, playing or perhaps getting ready for her afternoon snack, but today isn’t just about her. It’s about speaking to the headmistress and moving forward with the plans to make Olivia officially part of your family.

You exchange a glance with Steve as you approach the office. His face is soft, yet resolute, the same warmth you’ve come to know in his every expression.

“She’s going to be so happy,” Steve says softly, his voice filled with the same tenderness that’s always there when he talks about Olivia.

“I hope so,” you reply, squeezing his hand. “I know we’ve talked about it, but… asking her feels like a big moment.”

“I think she already knows, Y/n,” Steve responds, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “She already looks at us like we’re family.”

With that, the two of you push open the office door and enter, greeted by the headmistress, who stands up as soon as she sees you. Her kind face radiates warmth, her smile deep and genuine. She’s always been welcoming, and today, that feeling is even more palpable as she takes in your presence.

“Y/n, Steve,” she says, her voice full of kindness, “it’s so good to see you both. I’m glad you could make it today.”

“Thank you for meeting with us,” you say, your voice quiet but filled with gratitude. “We wanted to talk about something important regarding Olivia.”

The headmistress nods knowingly, a slight glint of understanding in her eyes. “I can only imagine what this is about,” she says gently, sitting back down at her desk. “You’ve both been wonderful with her. It’s clear she’s formed a strong bond with you.”

You glance at Steve, and he squeezes your hand as if to reassure you that this moment, this conversation, is one you’ve both been ready for.

“We’ve been thinking a lot about Olivia’s future,” Steve begins. “And we want to make sure that if we’re moving forward with adoption, we’re doing it with her best interests in mind.”

The headmistress nods, her gaze soft but wise. “Of course. We always want what’s best for the children here. Olivia is a wonderful little girl, and I’ve seen her grow so much since you two started visiting her. You’ve brought a light into her life that wasn’t there before. She deserves all the love she’s getting.”

You smile, a mixture of relief and emotion filling your chest at her words. “We want to give her that love permanently,” you say, voice steady but your heart beating faster as you realize the magnitude of what you’re saying. “We want to ask her if she wants us to be her parents.”

The headmistress looks at both of you, a warmth in her gaze that only deepens. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. Olivia has always been a shy, cautious little girl, but over the past few weeks, I’ve seen how much she’s come out of her shell around both of you. She’s more confident, more trusting. She’ll understand the question more than you might think.”

Steve nods, though there’s a trace of doubt in his eyes. “We just… want to make sure she’s really ready for this. Before we go through any legal processes, we want to be sure that it’s something she wants, too.”

“You’re being very thoughtful,” the headmistress says. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled. But it’s important that she feels like she’s part of the decision. The transition won’t be easy, but I can see how much she’s come to rely on you both. She looks up to you so much.”

There’s a slight pause, and then the headmistress leans back in her chair, her eyes twinkling with understanding. “I can’t think of a better family for her, if I’m being honest. And I know she’ll be happy with you. But asking her is the right way to go.”

The words feel like a confirmation, as if this is the final piece falling into place. It gives you the confidence you need to move forward.

You take a deep breath, and then glance at Steve, who nods again. You both stand together, ready to ask Olivia the question that will change all of your lives.

“We’re going to ask her now,” you say, your voice steady. “Thank you for your support.”

The headmistress smiles warmly. “Take your time. I’m sure it’ll go wonderfully.”

You and Steve exit the office, your hearts racing in unison as you head toward the room where the children are gathered. As you approach, you spot Olivia near the corner, sitting with a few other kids and playing with a set of building blocks. Her little hands are busy, but the moment she sees you, her face lights up.

“Y/n! Steve!” she calls, pushing herself up from the floor and rushing over to you both. The others around her giggle, some calling her name playfully, but it’s clear Olivia only has eyes for you.

You kneel down as she reaches you, and she practically throws herself into your arms. The weight of her small body in your arms feels natural now, like she belongs there.

“Hi, sweetie,” you greet her, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. “How’s your day been?”

“Good!” Olivia exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I make tower!” She holds up a small block, showing off the tiny structure she’s built. “Look!”

“That’s amazing,” Steve says with a smile, bending down to admire the little creation. He’s always so gentle with her, always so patient. You can see the love he has for her written clearly on his face.

But today is different. Today, you’re here to ask her something that will change everything.

“Olivia,” you say softly, your voice filled with warmth and care, “we need to talk to you about something important.”

She tilts her head, her brow furrowing slightly as she looks between you and Steve, her small hands still clutching the block in front of her.

“Do you remember when we talked about going home with us? About being a family?” you ask gently, making sure she’s following along.

Olivia’s eyes widen, and she nods enthusiastically. “Home!” she exclaims, her small hands clasping together. “Go home with you!”

You smile at her eagerness, your heart swelling. “We’ve been thinking a lot about that,” you continue, “and we wanted to ask you something. We want to know if you’d like us to be your mommy and daddy. If you want us to be your family. Forever.”

Her eyes search yours, blinking a few times as she processes the words. It’s quiet for a moment, and you wonder if she truly understands the weight of the question. But then, after a beat of silence, she lets out a little gasp.

“Yes!” she says, a huge grin spreading across her face. “Yes, yes, yes!”

You can hardly believe it. The joy in her voice is undeniable, and her little arms reach up toward you as if to prove it. You pull her into your arms, laughing with tears in your eyes.

“Are you sure?” Steve asks gently, his voice thick with emotion. “You really want us to be your parents?”

Olivia nods so enthusiastically it almost makes her dizzy. “Yes!” she says again, her tiny voice filled with joy. “Mommy, Daddy. Yes!”

You and Steve exchange a look of pure joy and disbelief. It’s as though everything has fallen into place—this little girl, who had been so cautious at first, now completely trusts you both to be her parents.

“Then it’s settled,” you say, your voice breaking slightly with emotion. “We’re going to be a family.”

Steve smiles, his eyes glistening with tears of his own as he hugs Olivia tightly, pulling you into the embrace. The three of you hold each other, the weight of what you’ve just agreed on sinking in. This is the beginning of something beautiful.

And in that moment, you know that Olivia has found her home. And you’ve found the family you were always meant to have.

The days after Olivia’s joyous acceptance of the adoption felt surreal. Everything was changing, but it was a change that you had longed for. It was a change that filled you with a sense of purpose and a warmth that made every moment feel even more meaningful than the last.

As you and Steve sat down to discuss the legal steps of adoption, you knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy or quick process. The legalities of adopting a child, especially from a system as large and complicated as the one Olivia had come from, would take time. A lot of time. It would require patience, paperwork, and plenty of legal representation. And while you were confident that everything would work out in the end, there was one thing that remained a little daunting: the financial side of it all.

But neither you nor Steve gave much thought to the cost. You both knew that money would come and go, but this—Olivia—was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This was your future. The legalities, the bureaucracy, the long wait—none of that mattered when you had the love and commitment that you and Steve shared.

“We’re going to do this,” Steve said one evening as you sat at the kitchen table, papers strewn across it. “No matter how long it takes. No matter how much it costs. Olivia deserves this.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. The stack of forms was daunting, but it didn’t faze you. “We’re ready,” you replied, your voice steady. “We’ll get through it together.”

It wasn’t easy, and it certainly wasn’t fast. There were meetings with lawyers, phone calls with social workers, and stacks of paperwork that seemed to multiply by the day. It was overwhelming at times, but every step felt like it was bringing you closer to Olivia. Every time you signed a form or spoke with someone about the process, you felt more certain that this was the right thing to do.

In the midst of the whirlwind of legal meetings and paperwork, there was something else that kept you both busy—transforming your apartment to prepare for Olivia’s arrival. You’d always loved your space, but now that the thought of being a family was a reality, it felt more important than ever to make sure everything was perfect for her. Your apartment in Brooklyn had been cozy and inviting, but there was one room that remained a little underused—the spare room. It had always been a place for storage or an extra guest room, but now, it was about to become something far more important.

This room would be Olivia’s.

“Alright,” Steve said one Saturday morning as you stood in the doorway of the spare room, surveying the space. “We need to make it perfect for her. What do you think?”

You looked around at the room, which was still filled with old furniture and boxes that hadn’t been unpacked from when you first moved in. It felt like it had so much potential—like it was waiting to be something special. And now, with Olivia’s future in mind, it felt like the perfect canvas.

“I think it needs to be… pink,” you said, your voice full of certainty. “It’s her favorite color.”

Steve’s lips curled into a smile as he looked at you. “Pink, huh? I’m not sure I’m ready for a pink overload, but if it’s what she wants…”

“It’s not just what she wants,” you replied, your tone soft and affectionate. “It’s what she deserves. She deserves a room that’s all hers, a place that feels like home. A place where she can feel safe, loved, and special.”

Steve’s smile softened, and he nodded. “Alright. Pink it is. But we’ll need some other colors to balance it out. Maybe some white and cream? Light wood accents?”

You nodded, already mentally planning the color scheme. “Yes, exactly. Light and airy, but still warm and cozy. We can put a little white dresser with pink accents, and maybe a cream-colored rug. And for the walls—maybe a soft pastel pink with some fun, subtle wallpaper that has little hearts or stars?”

“That sounds perfect,” Steve agreed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I love the idea of making it feel like her own little world.”

You both spent the next few weeks going to stores, picking out paint samples, furniture, and little decorations. It was one of the most enjoyable experiences you’d had together. Every decision felt meaningful—the color of the walls, the design of the bedspread, the little stuffed animals that would sit on the shelves. Each little detail seemed to add up to something bigger than you could have ever imagined. This was no longer just a room. It was Olivia’s room, and you were making it a place where she would feel nothing but love.

One Saturday, you and Steve got to work. You started by painting the walls a soft, pastel pink, the color already feeling like it belonged. You laughed as Steve struggled to find the right angle to reach the top of the walls, his tall frame a bit too much for the small space. You stood on a ladder, rolling paint on the lower parts of the wall, exchanging playful comments as you both worked together to create a room that would feel like home for Olivia.

“You know,” Steve said between strokes of the roller, “I didn’t think I’d ever get this excited about painting a room. But this… this feels different. This feels important.”

You smiled, looking over at him. “It is different. This is her space, Steve. She’s going to have a place to call her own, a place where she’s safe and loved. And that’s everything.”

As the paint dried, you and Steve began to assemble the furniture—an adorable white bedframe with a matching dresser, soft pastel-colored bedding with little floral patterns. You hung up shelves, arranging stuffed animals and toys that you’d bought for Olivia over the past few weeks. There was a small rocking chair near the window, perfect for reading bedtime stories, and a pink area rug in the middle of the room that felt so soft underfoot.

Steve was putting together the final pieces when you stood in the doorway, admiring the room. It felt perfect—so inviting and full of love, a space where Olivia would flourish.

“We’ve really done it,” you said softly, your voice filled with awe.

Steve walked over to you, his hand resting gently on your back. He gazed at the room with you, his eyes soft. “She’s going to love it.”

“She already does,” you replied, your heart swelling. “We’re giving her everything she needs. She’s going to have a real home.”

Later that evening, after Olivia had returned from the orphanage, the two of you brought her to the room, her little hands grasping yours as you led her inside. Her eyes widened in shock and wonder as she stepped into the transformed space.

“Wow,” she whispered, taking in the pink walls, the soft bedding, the shelves filled with toys. She ran her hands over the bedspread, a smile spreading across her face. “Mine?”

“It’s all yours,” you said gently, kneeling down to her level. “This is your room, Olivia. You can play here, sleep here, and just be yourself.”

Her face lit up with joy, her small hands reaching out to touch everything in the room. “Pink! I love pink!” she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement.

Steve crouched down beside her, smiling warmly. “I’m glad you love it, sweetheart. We made it just for you.”

Olivia beamed at both of you, her little arms reaching up to wrap around your neck as she hugged you tightly. “I love it. Thank you, Mommy. Thank you, Daddy.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, and your heart swelled with an emotion you couldn’t describe. This was real. This was happening. You were building a life with Olivia—a family. And every moment, every decision, every laugh, every hug made it feel like the most beautiful thing in the world.

As Olivia giggled and bounced on her new bed, you and Steve exchanged a look. There was so much left to do—so much more to give her—but in that moment, you knew that this was the beginning of everything. This room, this life, this love. It was all for her.

And together, you and Steve were ready to give her the family she had always deserved.

The months since Olivia had become an official part of your life had been a whirlwind. What started as visits to the orphanage, cautious steps toward adoption, and days of transforming a room into a bright, pink sanctuary for her, had led to this moment. The paperwork was finally done, the court hearings had been completed, and after months of waiting and hoping, Olivia was now your daughter—legally, forever.

The day you got the final confirmation that the adoption had been approved was a blur of emotions. You and Steve sat together in your apartment, holding each other as you stared at the email, the news still sinking in. A few months ago, you couldn’t have imagined that this day would come so soon. The future that had once seemed uncertain now felt like a reality—a family forged in love, patience, and care.

“Olivia is our daughter,” Steve whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he held the phone up to show you the confirmation. “She’s ours.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you squeezed his hand. “She’s really ours, Steve. After everything, it’s real.”

Now, it was time to bring her home—truly home. No more visits. No more goodbyes. Olivia, the little girl who had captured your heart with her smile and cautious trust, was about to become a permanent part of your family.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon when you and Steve drove to the orphanage to pick up Olivia. The sun was shining, the city bustling around you, but none of that mattered. Your heart was focused on the little girl waiting for you. Olivia had already been told by the headmistress that today was the day, and when you walked into the orphanage to find her, she was already bouncing with excitement.

Her eyes lit up when she saw you both standing in the doorway. She didn’t hesitate for a moment, her little legs propelling her forward as she ran into your arms.

“Mommy! Daddy!” she squealed, wrapping her arms around you both in a tight embrace. The feeling of her small body pressing against you was something you never got used to—it was the feeling of home, the feeling of being exactly where you were meant to be.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you said, hugging her close, feeling the joy bubble up inside you. “Are you ready to come home with us?”

Olivia nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling. “Home! Forever?”

You looked over at Steve, your heart full. “Yes, sweetheart. Forever.”

As you made your way out of the orphanage and into the car, the world outside felt different. There was a sense of finality, but also excitement. You could almost feel the air shift, as if everything had aligned just right for the three of you. This was the moment you had been waiting for—the day when Olivia would finally get to experience what it was like to have a real home, a safe space with two parents who loved her beyond measure.

The ride to your apartment felt like it took forever. Olivia chattered excitedly in the backseat, her tiny voice full of enthusiasm as she looked out the window at the passing scenery. “Is it big? My room? My bed? My toys?” she asked, her curiosity bubbling over.

“Your room is waiting for you,” Steve answered, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. “It’s just as you left it—pink and perfect, just the way you like it.”

You smiled at her, your heart swelling. “And we’ve got lots of toys and books for you to enjoy. We can play together, every day.”

By the time you arrived at the apartment, Olivia’s excitement had reached its peak. As soon as you parked the car, she was already unbuckling her seatbelt, eager to get out. You both helped her out of the car, holding her hands as you walked into the building and up the stairs to your apartment.

When you opened the door, Olivia stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, her eyes scanning the familiar space. It was no longer just a place she had visited—this was her home now, every corner filled with love and warmth. She walked inside slowly, her little steps careful, as if she were waiting for something to change.

“Do you want to see your room?” you asked gently, crouching down to her level, making sure to give her the space she needed.

Her eyes widened, and she nodded quickly. “Yes!”

You took her hand and led her down the hallway toward the room that had been waiting for her all this time. The door creaked open, and Olivia gasped, her tiny face lighting up as she took in the sight of her room—her very own room. The walls were painted a soft pink, the bed covered with a fluffy duvet, and the shelves lined with toys, stuffed animals, and books. The soft cream rug beneath her feet added to the warmth of the room, and it felt like a true sanctuary.

Olivia’s small hands touched the bedspread, the pink fabric soft under her fingers. “My bed… it’s so soft,” she whispered, sitting down gently, her eyes wide with awe. She ran her hands over the sheets, a sense of wonder filling her voice. “This is mine?”

“It’s all yours,” Steve said softly, his voice full of pride. “And it’s where you’ll sleep every night, sweetie.”

Olivia beamed, her little face glowing with happiness. “I love it,” she said, her voice quiet, as if taking in the gravity of the moment.

You sat next to her on the bed, wrapping your arms around her. “We love you, Olivia. This is your home now, and we’ll always take care of you.”

Over the next few days, Olivia slowly settled into the rhythms of her new life. At first, everything was new and a little overwhelming for her. She had never had two parents who looked after her constantly, never had a place where she could leave her things out without worry, and never had the security of knowing that no one was going to take it all away.

There were moments when she seemed uncertain, moments when she clung to you a little tighter than usual, but as time passed, she began to relax into the comfort of her new home. She knew she was safe here. She knew that Steve and you would always be there for her.

You and Steve took turns comforting her when she woke up in the middle of the night, crying softly for reasons she couldn’t always express. It wasn’t always easy, but you both understood that this was part of the process. Olivia was learning to trust that she would never be abandoned again.

“I’m here, sweetie,” you whispered one night as Olivia curled into your arms, tears staining her little cheeks. “I’m right here. You’re not alone.”

Olivia’s tiny hands clutched your shirt, her sobs quieting as she relaxed into your embrace. “Mommy… stay with me.”

“I’ll always stay with you, Olivia. We’ll always be together.”

And slowly, the nights became easier. Olivia began to sleep through the night more and more often, her dreams peaceful as she adjusted to the stability of her new life. During the day, she was full of energy—laughing, playing, and exploring her new home. She was becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of having two parents, and it filled your heart with joy to see her growing so quickly.

Steve was always there, helping to create routines that made Olivia feel secure. Breakfast together in the mornings, with the sunlight streaming through the windows as Olivia ate her pancakes and giggled. Afternoons spent playing games in the living room or reading books together, Steve sitting on the couch with Olivia in his lap as she pointed at pictures in the storybooks, asking him to read each word. Evenings spent cooking dinner together, with Olivia sitting at the kitchen counter, her small hands stirring the bowl of batter as you and Steve worked side by side.

Sometimes, when Olivia wasn’t looking, you’d catch Steve glancing over at you with a smile that said everything. The joy in his eyes as he watched his little girl grow more confident, more secure in her place within your family. It was a look you shared—one that said this was everything. This was what you had been waiting for, together.

Olivia had begun to call Steve “Daddy” without hesitation. It had been a slow process, but now, when she ran into the living room with a drawing in her hand, her eyes shining with excitement, she’d shout, “Daddy, look what I made!”

And when she ran into your arms at the end of the day, she’d whisper, “Mommy, I love you.”

There were still moments of adjustment, of course. Olivia sometimes had trouble articulating her feelings, and there were moments when she felt confused or afraid, but those moments were fewer now. With each passing day, she was learning to trust the love you and Steve had for her, learning to see you both as the safe haven she had always longed for.

One afternoon, as you sat on the couch with Olivia nestled beside you, her head resting on your shoulder, you thought back to the beginning. The first time you had met her at the orphanage, the way she had clung to you so tightly, unsure of the love you were offering. And now, months later, she was here—fully your daughter, fully a part of your family.

It had taken time. There had been struggles, doubts, and moments of uncertainty. But none of it had mattered. Because now, Olivia had a family who would always love her, who would always be there for her.

And you, Steve, and Olivia were finally together, forever.

Every day with Olivia brought something new—moments of discovery, laughter, and, occasionally, confusion. She was growing more comfortable in her new life, but there were still times when the weight of all the changes was visible on her small face. You and Steve worked tirelessly to make sure she felt loved and safe, prioritizing her happiness above everything else.

One of those days came during a trip to the mall, an outing you had planned as a fun adventure for the three of you. Olivia was still enamored with the idea of the mall after her first visit, but this time, you promised to let her pick out something special for herself. As you walked hand in hand through the bustling corridors, Olivia’s wide eyes darted from one brightly lit store window to the next.

“Mommy, what’s that?” she asked, pointing to a mannequin dressed in a shimmering pink dress.

“It’s a dress, sweetie,” you explained with a smile. “Do you like it?”

She nodded thoughtfully, her tiny face serious as she considered the possibilities. “Can I try it on?”

“You sure can,” Steve said, squeezing her little hand gently. “Let’s go see if they have it in your size.”

Olivia’s excitement bubbled over as you led her into the store. A kind salesperson helped you find the dress in her size, and soon, Olivia was standing in front of a mirror, twirling as the pink fabric shimmered under the lights. Her giggles echoed through the dressing room, and your heart swelled as you watched her revel in the simple joy of trying something new.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Steve said, kneeling to her level as she continued to twirl. “Like a princess.”

Olivia stopped spinning and looked at Steve with wide eyes. “A princess? Like in the movies?”

“Exactly like that,” he replied, grinning. “But even better, because you’re real.”

Her laughter filled the air as she hugged Steve tightly. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Moments like these made the transition easier for Olivia. She was discovering a world she’d never known before, filled with kindness and possibility. But not everything was so straightforward. One evening, while you were all enjoying dinner together, Steve’s phone rang with a tone Olivia had come to recognize—the one that meant he was being called to work.

“No,” she said suddenly, her fork dropping onto her plate. “No, Daddy, don’t go!”

Steve’s brow furrowed as he crouched beside her chair, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Sweetheart, I have to. It’s my job to help people, remember?”

“But what if you don’t come back?” she asked, her voice trembling. Tears welled in her eyes as she clung to him.

Your heart ached at the sight of her distress, and you knelt beside her, wrapping an arm around her small shoulders. “Daddy always comes back, Livvy. He always will. You know how much he loves you, right?”

Olivia sniffled and nodded, but the worry didn’t leave her face. Steve pulled her into his arms, holding her close. “I’ll be back before you know it,” he whispered. “And I’ll call you every chance I get. Promise.”

Eventually, Olivia let him go, though her eyes stayed glued to the door long after he’d left. That night, you let her sleep in your bed, her small body curled against yours as you stroked her hair and reassured her that everything would be okay.

Despite these challenges, Olivia continued to flourish. Her days were filled with new experiences, like her first trip to the park, where she discovered the thrill of swinging high into the sky, and her first attempt at baking cookies with you, which ended in flour-covered laughter and some surprisingly delicious treats. She was constantly learning and growing, her curious mind eager to absorb everything her new world had to offer.

But what she seemed to love most of all was simply spending time with you and Steve. Whether it was movie nights snuggled on the couch, reading bedtime stories together, or lazy Sunday mornings filled with pancakes and cuddles, Olivia thrived on the love and attention you both gave her.

One particularly chilly evening, after a long day of playing in the park, the three of you were bundled up on the couch, wrapped in blankets as a movie played softly in the background. Olivia was nestled between you and Steve, her head resting on your shoulder as her tiny fingers played with the fabric of your sweater.

“I love this,” she murmured sleepily, her voice barely audible over the movie. “I love being with you.”

Your heart melted at her words, and you kissed the top of her head, holding her a little tighter. “We love being with you too, Livvy.”

Steve reached over to brush a stray curl from her face, his eyes filled with warmth. “You’re the best part of our lives, kiddo.”

Olivia beamed up at him, her face radiant with happiness. Moments like this were what made everything worth it—the late nights, the tears, the challenges. She was your daughter, and there was nothing more fulfilling than seeing her feel safe and loved.

As time went on, Olivia continued to settle into her new life. She grew more confident and independent, but she never stopped seeking the comfort of your arms or Steve’s reassuring presence. She learned to navigate the complexities of her world, from the excitement of trying new things to the confusion of understanding Steve’s dual role as her dad and Captain America.

And though there were still moments of uncertainty, one thing was clear: Olivia had found her place in your family, and she knew, without a doubt, that she was loved.

For her, that was enough. And for you and Steve, it was everything.

The week flew by in a blur of cuddles, playtime, and quiet moments that made life feel impossibly full. Then came the invitation: a family dinner that would bring both your and Steve’s families together, all eager to meet the newest addition to the Rogers household. You were thrilled at the thought of introducing Olivia to her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, but as the day approached, Olivia grew quiet and withdrawn.

On the drive to your parents' house, Olivia sat in her car seat, clutching her pink bear—a beloved souvenir from her first mall trip. She was uncharacteristically quiet, her eyes fixed on the scenery outside.

“You okay, Livvy?” you asked, turning slightly in your seat.

Her little shoulders lifted in a hesitant shrug. “What if they don’t like me?” she asked in a small voice, barely audible over the hum of the car.

Steve met your worried gaze in the rearview mirror. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said gently, glancing back at her. “Why would you think that?”

“’Cause I’m not really yours,” she mumbled, her words tugging at your heartstrings.

You immediately turned to face her fully. “Olivia Rogers, listen to me,” you said softly but firmly. “You are ours in every way that matters. And our families are going to love you because you’re you. You’re smart, funny, sweet, and the most incredible little girl. They’ve been so excited to meet you.”

“Really?” she asked, her voice tinged with hope.

“Really,” Steve said, smiling warmly. “They already love you, Livvy. Just wait and see.”

The reassurance seemed to calm her nerves a little, but she still clung to her bear as the car pulled into the driveway of your parents’ house. The porch light was on, casting a warm glow over the scene, and the sounds of laughter and chatter floated through the open windows.

As soon as you stepped out of the car, the door opened, and your mother appeared, a wide smile spreading across her face as she waved. “They’re here!” she called over her shoulder.

Olivia hesitated, her small hand gripping yours tightly as you walked up the steps. Steve carried her overnight bag, his other hand resting reassuringly on her back.

“Hi, sweetie!” your mother greeted warmly, kneeling to Olivia’s height. “You must be Olivia. I’ve heard so much about you!”

Olivia glanced at you, her eyes uncertain. You gave her a gentle nod, encouraging her. “It’s okay, Livvy,” you whispered.

“Hi,” Olivia said shyly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Your mother beamed, her joy palpable. “Come on in, everyone’s so excited to meet you!”

Inside, the house was a bustle of activity. Steve’s mom was setting the table with your dad, and your siblings were chatting with Steve’s sister. The moment Olivia stepped into the living room, she froze. Piled in the corner, almost spilling into the room, was a mountain of brightly wrapped gifts, each adorned with a bow or ribbon.

“That’s for me?” Olivia asked, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief.

“Of course, they’re for you!” Steve’s mom chimed in, coming over to greet her. “We couldn’t wait to spoil you!”

Olivia’s grip on your hand tightened. “But… why?”

“Because we already love you,” your mom said, her voice filled with emotion. “And we want you to feel at home here.”

Slowly, Olivia’s nerves began to melt away as family members took turns introducing themselves. She remained quiet at first, answering questions in single words and holding tightly to her bear. But as the evening wore on, the warmth of her new family worked its magic.

The turning point came when your dad crouched down beside her and asked, “Olivia, do you like games?”

Her eyes lit up for the first time since arriving. “Games? I love games!”

“Well,” your dad said conspiratorially, “I happen to be the best checkers player in this whole house. Think you can beat me?”

A small giggle escaped her lips, and she nodded enthusiastically. “I can try!”

From that moment on, Olivia blossomed. She played checkers with your dad, who “accidentally” let her win every game, and she insisted on showing Steve’s mom her pink bear. Your mom pulled out a photo album and sat with Olivia on the couch, showing her baby pictures of you and Steve, much to Olivia’s delight.

“Daddy was a baby too?” Olivia asked, her tone incredulous.

Steve chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Yep, even me.”

As the night continued, Olivia grew bolder, her laughter filling the room as she bounced between relatives, sharing stories and soaking up the love and attention. The mountain of gifts was slowly unwrapped, revealing toys, clothes, and even a pink tricycle, which earned an ear-piercing squeal of delight.

By the time dessert was served, Olivia was perched on Steve’s mom’s lap, chatting away like they’d known each other forever. She didn’t seem to mind that her grandparents couldn’t run and play the way she was used to; instead, she found joy in their hugs, their stories, and the simple act of being included in the family.

As you watched her interact with everyone, your heart swelled with pride. This was her family now, and she was already carving out her place in it.

Later that night, as the guests began to leave and Olivia’s energy started to wane, she curled up on the couch beside you, her head resting on your shoulder. “Mommy?” she murmured sleepily.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“They really like me,” she said, her voice filled with wonder.

You wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. “Of course they do, Livvy. They love you.”

“And I love them too,” she said, her words slurring as she drifted off to sleep.

Steve scooped her up gently, carrying her to the guest room where she’d be spending the night. As he tucked her in, he kissed her forehead, his voice soft as he whispered, “Goodnight, kiddo. Sweet dreams.”

As you stood in the doorway, watching him with Olivia, you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. This was your family.

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demigodsanswer · 13 days ago

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okay what is the TUAP prompt/moment outside of one of your fic verses/timelines that you would be the most excited to write about if it was asked about? I want to read that!!

Oh! The story of Percy and Annabeth's engagement party and wedding, which is basically a nonstop series of Chase family drama. This whole idea is the result of @darkmagyk and me "yes and"ing each other for hours. I won't write it now, because it would probably be, minimum, 20,000 words.

It features:

Annabeth's step-mom making her cry at her engagement party

Percy and Annabeth running away from their own engagement party to get plastered at a dive bar

Finding Annabeth's birth mom in the dive bar

Annabeth's birth mom paying for all of Percy and Annabeth's drinks until they are blasted

Fred interrupting Percy and Annabeth during some morning sex, and not clocking at all that that's what he's done.

Fred Chase finally divorcing Annabeth's step mom

Annabeth inviting her birth mother to her wedding

Her birth mother attending the wedding

Annabeth parents rekindling something

Paul and Sally watching in shock and horror at 1-9

Percy and Annabeth finally getting married out on the beach on Long Island

Beckendorf as the officiant because they could not decide who's wedding party he got to be a part of

Them partying on the beach until midnight, and then continuing to party until about 4am.

I did draft a little bit of this, specifically #5, a while ago, so I'll drop that here. cw for some nsfw content & bondage, but mostly the snip-it is about how remarkable it is that Annabeth is known for her musicality and artistry in ballet, when her father could not possibly have worse timing.

Annabeth had several strategies for coping with anxiety before it became a panic attack. Most of them were therapist-approved grounding techniques, but her personal favorite involved asking her very handsome fiance to tie her up and make her submit to him. Or, more accurately, let her lay there while he made love to her, without her having to do anything but listen and feel how much he loved her.

She’d started panicking that morning, recalling distantly the disastrous events of the engagement party that had ended with them fleeing their own party in favor of a hole in the wall. Percy had held her gently at first, and then kissed her, and then kissed her again. Annabeth took his hand and started to move it for him, confirming exactly what kind of grounding she wanted at that moment.

They’d collected a few different restraints since they’d made this discovery a few years ago. But their favorite was still a long, uncut satin pointe shoe ribbon. The satin was familiar to Annabeth, and she was used to its supportive tie around her ankles. It felt secure and comforting now around her wrists. And Percy thought it made her look oh so pretty. Hungover, he decided to tie her to the headboard with a loose bow, in case either of them suddenly needed an escape. But Annabeth wasn’t feeling particularly bratty that morning, and wasn’t likely to pull on her bonds too much.

Percy had gotten her off twice in rapid succession, keeping his mouth on her as she came, working fast to pull another orgasm out of her. When she finished, he lavished her with praise and assurances that he loved her. His mouth tasted like her.

Annabeth looped her legs around his hips and tried to pull him into her, but he just smirked. Other days, he might have teased her for being needy, or for begging for it, but that morning he just ran a thumb along her jaw and said: “You can relax. I’ll take care of you.” And she’d melted back into the mattress, letting him do all the work.

He’d only been inside her for a single blissful minute when there was a knock at the door.

Percy and Annabeth exchanged the same look. They stayed totally still, as if they’d been caught fucking in Jurassic Park.

“What the fuck --”

“Who is that --”

There was another knock, and then a familiar voice called out: “Annabeth are you in there?”

Percy swore under his breath as he pulled out. Annabeth bit the inside of her lip to keep from whining as he did.

“Thirty years,” she complained as Percy untied her. “He had thirty years to check in on me and he chose right now to start?”

Percy kissed her forehead. He hated the idea of leaving her in bed alone mid-scene, but he wasn’t going to make her face her father in the state she was in.

“I’ll tell him you’re asleep,” he said, getting out of bed, throwing on his robe, and quickly shuffling into the bathroom to wipe his chin with a baby wipe. He made his way through the kitchen, kicking Annabeth's discarded dress (hopefully) of the line of sight. They’d barely got in the door before he’d pressed her to the wall of their kitchen, fucking her right where she stood. He picked up her ruined panties and shoved them in the robe pocket. There was cum on his kitchen floor. What the hell had they done last night?

Now that he didn’t have Annabeth to distract him, the headache building behind his eyes was getting worse. The only solace was that the pain made his erection fall until it wasn’t noticeable under the robe.

Percy looked through the peephole and sure enough, his soon-to-be father-in-law was still standing there looking nervous.

“Hey, Fred, sorry, Annabeth isn’t feeling well,” Percy said, opening the door as little as possible.

His eyes went wide with concern. “Does she need to see a doctor? Should I help?”

“No, no,” Percy said, holding up a hand to keep him from entering the apartment. “She’ll be okay. It’s just a hangover. We both just need to sleep it off.”

“Oh, I’m keeping you up then?” He asked.

The opposite really, Percy thought, lamenting his blue balls.

“It’s alright. Annabeth is sorry about how things went last night, and she said she’ll call you later, okay?”

“Sure. Percy?”

“Yeah?”

“Call me if you or her need anything okay?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen to her.”

“Right,” Fred said. But from the look on his face, Percy could tell that hadn’t reassured him. Fred tried to peak past Percy, as if Annabeth might be asleep right behind him. Percy didn’t try to block his view anymore than he already was; he was trying so hard not to be suspicious. “Sorry, it’s just that the last one said that too.”

“Oh,” Percy said, suddenly feeling the familiar distress and rage that came with being compared to Luke. “Well, I’m actually serious about that.”

Fred just nodded. “Make sure she drinks water,” he said.

“Sure. I’ll make sure she calls you.”

“Great.”

Percy finally closed the door.

On his way back to the bedroom, he paused to get her a glass of water.

Annabeth was pacing their bedroom, still naked.

Percy took a long moment to admire her before handing her the water. When she finished the glass, he pulled her in for a long, deep kiss that got his motor going again.

“How did that go?” She asked.

“He definitely thinks I killed you and am hiding your body in here,” he tried to joke. “I told him I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, but he just said that Luke also always said that.”

Annabeth nodded sadly. “My dad doesn’t have great timing,” she rubbed his arm. “I’m sorry he said that to you. Actually, I’m sorry my family is just … like that.”

“It’s okay,” Percy said, even though he felt like it was certainly not okay.

Annabeth kissed him again. “Want me to tie you up? Make you forget about everything for a little while?” She offered.

They’d never done it that way. Percy considered it. “Maybe,” he said.

“Get back in bed, baby,” she said, undoing his robe. “I’m not finished.”

#twice upon a pointe #percabeth #fred chase #percy jackson #annabeth chase #my writing

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scribbly-artist · 1 month ago

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Masterlist

Hello! Here is a little masterlist as I was starting to lose track of what I have written. You can also use the #my writing/#my fanfic tag (and #lunchtime reblog if you want to see what I’m eating, lmao) to find everything I’ve written on this account. :) Every fic is listed with its word count as well as an AO3 link for your reading preferences.

FANFICTION LIST

Arcane

Calling it a Night Part 1 (lee!Viktor x ler!Reader) You and Viktor have been working late at the lab. But you’re concerned for his health after all these late nighters. You’ll pull him away from his work desk by any means necessary.

Calling it a Night Part 2 (lee!Reader x ler!Viktor) You’ve dragged Viktor back to your shared apartment after a long night at the lab. It’s time to unwind with some nice, warm tea on the couch. But, Viktor swore he would get you back from your exchange at the lab. So, he’s feeling a little bit playful.

Too Hard on Yourself (Platonic lee!Reader and ler!Jayce Talis) You’re working on an assigned project at Piltover Academy, and while most of the time you pick up new things quickly, this time, you haven’t. You’re frustrated with yourself, crying at your workbench. However, you old friend Jayce Talis is here to make you feel better.

Persuasion (JayVik, lee!Viktor, ler!Jayce) It’s always a battle to drag each other away from the lab, even when they were both on the brink of exhaustion. Viktor was being stubborn this time, however, Jayce has a trick up his sleeve that will persuade him.

Gently, Please (JayVik, lee!Jayce, ler!Viktor) Jayce is at a breaking point now that he’s on the council, he wasn’t expecting all of this responsibility put onto him. He goes to the place (and the person) that puts him most at ease.

Lesson Learned (lee!Reader, ler!Silco, ler!Vander) You’ve known Silco and Vander for a long time, you all go way back. They also know you’re a little shit - on purpose. Trouble makes it way back to you.

A Night to Remember (JayVik, lee!Viktor, ler!Jayce) Jayce finally convinced Viktor to attend a councillor party, and to ease himself, Viktor had one too many fun drinks. Jayce hauled his partner back home safely and shenanigans ensued as Jayce tries to get Viktor ready for bed.

Paint War (Timebomb, lee!Jinx, ler!Ekko) After talking Jinx down so they both didn’t get blown up, Ekko assists Jinx in getting everything ready to help in the big fight. They can’t crash the party looking all cool without some sick paint designs on their outfits though!

Scare the Nightmares Away (lee!Isha, ler!Jinx) Isha has woken up from a scary nightmare and runs to Jinx for comfort. To help Isha calm down, Jinx remembers a story and a tactic Vi used to use when she was Isha’s age.

Golden Opportunity (JayVik, lee!Jayce, ler!Viktor) Jayce and Viktor are building a new Hextech machine. Unfortunately for Jayce, his shirt gets snagged when he attempts to slide out from underneath it. Viktor sees an opportunity to be a menace.

Someone To Take Care Of (lee!Reader, ler!Jayce) You’ve had awful back pain all day at work, and nothing you tried could remedy it. You’ve come home late on top of it. You’ve come home to your partner, Jayce, who wants to help melt your pain away.

Helluva Boss

Making Things Right (Stolitz, lee!Stolas x ler!Blitz) Two weeks after the trial, Stolas is still in Blitz’ home, wasting away. Blitz feels shitty and undeserving for what Stolas sacrificed for him. The least he could do is try to make Stolas feel a little bit better.

Crush Crush/Blush Blush/Hush Hush (Sad Panda Studios)

In Love with All of You (lee!Reader x ler!Eli Kawase) Eli Kawase has opened up to you and told you that he’s a different Eli everyday. You’re fine with that, but are you fine with the way that you present yourself? The thoughts rear their head on your third date, you get a little bit upset, but Eli is there to help.

Early to Rise (lee!Reader x ler!Haru) Haru is usually the one to cook Sunday breakfast for both of you, but on this morning he was still sound asleep in bed. Halfway through cooking however, Haru sneaks up from behind to admire your work. He also wants to mess with you just a little bit.

Persona Series

Dorm Antics (Persona 3, lee!Junpei and ler!Yukari) When Yukari comes back to the dorm, she notices the shopping bag she dropped off earlier near the front door missing. Junpei was the only one here, so he must have hidden it just to mess with her. Yukari will find out where he hid it, even if she has to force an answer out of him.

Steins;Gate

Noisy Times in the Lab (lee!Makise Kurisu and ler!Okabe Rintaro feat. Shiina Mayuri) Mayuri has made a scientific discovery about Kurisu that piques the interest of the resident mad scientist.

The Amazing Digital Circus

Are You Smiling? (lee!Pomni, ler!Jax) Jax doesn’t want to talk about what happened at his employee evaluation… but at least he can make sure Pomni doesn’t suffer the same fate. Kind of.

Original Characters/OCs

So You Can Laugh Nathan and Kathleen have been together for quite a while now, but Nathan has never seen Kathleen let loose and laugh, let alone smile often. He wants to see his love smile, so he wants to achieve this in any way he can.

Lazy Sunday Kathleen giving Nathan a nice scalp massage on the couch leads her to finding something adorable about her boyfriend.

HEADCANON LIST

Arcane

Jayvik Tickle Headcanons

Vander and Silco Tickle Headcanons

A Few Arcane Tickle Headcanons (mixed characters)

Jinx Tickle Headcanons

Sevika Tickle Headcanons

Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood)

Edward Elric Tickle Headcanons

Persona 5

Yusuke Kitagawa Tickle Headcanons

#my writing #my fanfic #my headcanons #masterlist #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane tickles #helluva boss #helluva boss tickles #crush crush #blush blush #hush hush #persona tickles #steins;gate #original characters #fullmetal alchemist tickles #tickle fan fic #ticklish!reader

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levisjinchuriki · 2 months ago

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forever yours - chapter 11

summary: gojo gets offered a new position and is hesitant to accept it, not wanting to drastically change your family dynamic

warning: angst, fluff, family man gojo, crying, heartwarming

a/n: i missed writing this fic!! i've been focused on kinktober, but new chapter are coming soon!!

trust has always been a fragile thing between you and gojo—easily broken and hard to rebuild. mending it isn’t easy, but it starts with small gestures: gojo being more transparent and making a conscious effort to keep you in the loop about the things that will affect your family. you, in turn, open yourself more to him, letting down the walls that had once protected you from further hurt.

you both have come to realize that you’re in the strongest place you’ve ever been, especially in terms of trust. the foundation you’ve rebuilt feels solid, a testament to the effort and love you’ve poured into one another. every shared moment, from the simplest exchanges to the more profound conversations, serves as a reminder of how far you’ve come together.

it’s not just about the grand gestures anymore; it’s the little things that truly matter. the way gojo makes sure to check in with you throughout the day, no matter how busy he is. the way you both prioritize spending quality time together, even with the demands of daily life. there’s a sense of peace that comes with knowing you can rely on each other.

—

gojo arrives at your doorstep early in the morning before he heads to work. he greets you with a warm smile as he holds up a bag containing the breakfast he picked up on his way over, a thoughtful gesture that’s become part of your routine lately. you welcome him with a smile of your own, appreciating the effort he’s put into making the mornings special.

“good morning,” he says, leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek. the gesture is so natural now, a daily occurrence that still manages to make you blush. it’s a simple yet intimate act, one that no longer carries the hesitation it once did. gojo doesn’t second guess himself anymore, and neither do you.

he heads straight to the dining table where haru is already waiting for him. gojo greets his son kindly while he takes a moment to cut haru’s food into smaller, more manageable pieces. it’s a small act, but the deliberate movement speaks volumes about his care for your son.

“thank you, daddy!” haru chirps, his voice bubbling with excitement as he digs into his breakfast. the simple joy on his face lights up the room, and gojo’s eyes soften as he watches his son, a tender smile playing on his lips.

after a moment, he turns back toward the kitchen, his expression thoughtful. you thank him as he approaches, your words seem to pull him from whatever thoughts were occupying his mind. his gaze meets yours, and for a brief second, you can see the weight of something lingering behind his eyes. the carefree atmosphere shifts ever so slightly, a subtle change that hints at the seriousness of what’s on his mind.

your heart skips a beat as you watch his expression. “what’s wrong?” you ask, brows furrowing in concern.

“there’s something i need to talk to you about” he replies, his tone hesitant and careful. since your trip to the cabin, the rest of the month has been flawless, filled with moments that have strengthened the bond between you. but the way he speaks now makes your heart pound with worry.

“what is it?” you ask, your voice tight with apprehension. his choice of words, coupled with the tension in his shoulders, sets off alarm bells in your mind, stirring up memories of past conversations that hadn’t ended well. you brace yourself, fearing what might come next, the unease growing with every passing second.

“it’s about work,” he finally admits, his eyes not quite meeting yours. the words hang heavy in the air, and your stomach drops. his job had always been one of the biggest issues between you—a constant source of tension, and the thought of what he might say next scares you. you brace yourself, the familiar knot of anxiety twisting in your chest as you wait for him to continue.

"okay," you say hesitantly, trying to keep your voice steady as you give him the benefit of the doubt. you cross your arms, holding yourself as if to shield against the bad news you feel coming.

“i’ve been offered a new position,” he begins, his voice careful, as if he’s choosing each word with deliberate caution. “it’s… less dangerous, more stable. but it would require me to be away from home often—traveling, attending meetings, that kind of thing.

the words hang in the air between you, heavy with the potential for change. since the job offer, gojo has been grappling with conflicting emotions—relief from being in less danger and concern about how his absence might affect the progress you've made together. he’s torn between the safety of the new position and the potential disruption to your renewed closeness.

your heart sinks at the thought of him being away, especially since you’ve been making such strides in rebuilding your relationship. “how often are we talking?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady but failing to hide the anxiety that lingers in your tone.

gojo’s gaze drops to the floor for a moment before meeting yours again, his eyes reflecting his own internal conflict. “sometimes it might be just a few days, others could be longer stretches. it’s hard to say exactly”. he seems to be weighing his words carefully, aware of the impact his absence could have on both you and haru.

you think about the recent changes in your lives. gojo has earned his place back in your heart, and his hard work hasn’t gone unnoticed. each time he breaks through a boundary, you’re reminded of his dedication to mending and nurturing your relationship. his efforts are evident in the small, thoughtful actions he takes. the new routine of stopping by every morning has become a cherished part of his days, allowing him to spend precious moments with haru and start each day with you.

the thought of losing that connection, even for a short time, tightens your chest. you’ve come to depend on these daily rituals as a way to solidify the bond you’ve worked so hard to mend. the stability and closeness between you feel delicate, and the idea of them being disrupted is daunting.

gojo steps closer, his presence a comforting anchor amid your swirling emotions. “i know this isn’t easy to hear” he says softly, his voice carrying a note of regret. “i want to be honest with you because i care about how it might affect us. i don’t want to jeopardize everything we’ve worked so hard to rebuild”.

you take a deep breath, trying to process the news. the decision isn’t black and white. you can see the benefits of the new position, but the emotional cost weighs heavily on your mind.

before saying anything, you need to understand his perspective so you can fully process the information. "how do you feel about it?" you ask, your voice soft but steady.

gojo hesitates for a moment as he gathers his thoughts. "i’m... torn, honestly" he admits. "the idea of a less dangerous role is appealing. it would mean i’m not constantly putting myself in harm’s way, and that’s something i know you’d worry less about".

gojo’s right. before you truly understood the depth of his strength, there were countless nights where you’d wait up for him, anxiety gnawing at your insides. sometimes, it would take him a day or two to come back, and each hour felt like an eternity. but you couldn’t bring yourself to rest until you knew he was safe, your mind running wild with worst-case scenarios.

the uncertainty was unbearable, bringing with it waves of intense panic that often left you paralyzed. you’d have your fair share of anxiety attacks, your heart racing and breath shortening at the mere thought of him not making it home. those nights were long and terrifying, filled with a deep fear that you could lose him at any moment. even now, with all you know, that fear hasn’t entirely disappeared; it lingers in the quiet moments when he’s away, a reminder of just how much he means to you.

gojo glances over at haru, who’s still engrossed in his toys, blissfully unaware of the serious conversation unfolding. "but… i’m worried about traveling. being away from two, especially after everything... it’s not an easy decision”.

his honesty touches you deeply, and you can see the weight of the decision in his eyes. "i’ve been thinking about it a lot” he continues, "i don’t want to make a choice that will put us at risk, but i also don’t want to miss out on an opportunity that could be better for all of us”.

it’s clear that he’s not taking this lightly.knowing that he’s genuinely considering how this decision will impact both of you makes all the difference.

gojo watches you closely, noticing the way your thoughts are racing. the tension in your expression is unmistakable, and he can see the wheels turning as you weigh every possible outcome. he’s aware of your tendency to focus on the negatives and how the potential for disruption weighs heavily on you.

gently, he reaches out to hold your arms in a firm grasp, his touch grounding you. “hey,” he says softly, his voice cutting through the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. he’s been by your side long enough to understand how you often brace for the worst and how much it can mess with your mental health.

“i won’t take the position if that’s what you want” he says seriously, his eyes full of sincerity as he searches yours for any sign of what you might be thinking. “this isn’t just about me. it’s about all of us. if you’re uncomfortable, then it’s not worth it to me”.

you realize that he’s offering you a choice not because he’s unsure, but because he genuinely values your opinion, your comfort, and the trust you’ve rebuilt together.

you meet his gaze, the intensity in his expression making your heart skip a beat. “satoru, i—” you begin, but he gently squeezes your arms, urging you to listen to what he’s saying.

“i’m serious” he says softly, but there’s an undeniable firmness in his tone. “i’m not going to risk anything. you and haru… you’re what matters most.” his words carry a depth of emotion that catches you off guard. the fact that he’s giving you the power to make this decision highlights just how much he values the progress you’ve made together.

the old gojo might have leapt at the opportunity without a second thought, driven by ambition and the thrill of the unknown. but now, you see a clear shift in him—he’s ready to put you and your family first, no matter the personal cost.

“i don’t want to hold you back” you say carefully, your voice steady as you choose your words with the same precision you’ve used when navigating other difficult conversations. “but i also don’t want us to fall into old patterns”.

gojo nods, his expression softening as he absorbs your concerns. the way his eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of understanding and resolve, reassures you that he’s not the same man he once was. he’s grown, and so has your relationship. his willingness to discuss and consider your feelings reflects a deeper level of maturity and commitment.

“i don’t want that either” he agrees, his voice firm yet soothing. his agreement is a comforting affirmation that he understands and shares your concerns.

“this isn’t like before. i’m not going to let this job come between us. we’ve worked too hard to get to where we are now” he continues. the sincerity in his words reassures you, and you can feel the weight of your worries start to lift. it’s clear that he’s committed to ensuring that your progress isn’t undermined by this new challenge.

his hands slide from your arms down to hold yours, grounding you in the present. “you don’t have to answer right now” he says gently. “whatever happens, we’ll handle it together. i just wanted to talk to you about it first before making any decisions”.

you appreciate that he’s including you in the decision-making process, something that hadn’t always been the case before. it’s a sign of the progress you’ve made together, but the thought of him being away still makes you uneasy, stirring up memories of the distance that once threatened to tear you apart.

the sincerity in his voice, coupled with the steady pressure of his hands, conveys his deep commitment to facing the future with you. it’s clear that he’s not just offering empty promises, but is genuinely dedicated to maintaining your precious bond.

you nod, feeling a sense of calm wash over you as you squeeze his hands in return. “thank you” you say softly, your voice filled with gratitude. “it means a lot to know we’re in this together”.

his smile is gentle but confident, reflecting the shared resolve to move forward with care and understanding. “always” he replies, his eyes full of unwavering support.

—-

you both continue to nurture your relationship as the rest of the summer unfolds, finding solace and joy in the simplicity of shared moments. whether it’s enjoying leisurely dates, spending quiet evenings together, or taking haru on family outings, each experience feels like a step forward. the warmth of the season seems to mirror the growing closeness between you and gojo.

life is good. there hasn’t been a single hiccup since you’ve started this new chapter together. the trust and understanding between you have deepened, creating a solid foundation that seems unshakable. the easy laughter, the comfortable silences, the way you instinctively reach for each other’s hands—it all speaks to a love that’s grown stronger through every challenge.

as you both discuss the job offer in greater detail, you begin to see the potential benefits it could bring. and after much deliberation, gojo decides to accept the new position. it’s a significant step, but one that you both agree could be beneficial for your family.

before gojo's first day, you both sit down to discuss the change with the seriousness it deserves. you tell him you both need to be on the same page and that there can’t be any secrets between you, no matter how small. gojo listens intently, agreeing with your requests, and promising to make this new situation work without keeping secrets from you.

as august settles in, the time arrives for gojo to step into his new role. the transition is marked by a noticeable shift in his attire; instead of his usual jujutsu high gear, he now dons more professional clothing—sharp suits and neatly pressed shirts that signal the start of a new chapter. the sleek, businesslike outfits reflect the gravity of his new responsibilities, and you can see the dedication in his demeanor as he prepares to embrace this role.

despite the change in his wardrobe, the core of what’s important remains the same. you remind yourself of the clear ground rules you’ve both set—communication being key. with the promise of no more secrets firmly in place, you’re confident that this new phase will bring opportunities and challenges, but it will also be navigated with the same commitment and transparency that have become the foundation of your renewed relationship.

gojo quickly adapts to his new role, finding satisfaction in the fresh challenges it presents. although it's a change from his previous duties, he embraces it. the structured schedule and regular 5 p.m. end time offer a welcome contrast to his former role, where he was constantly immersed in his students' needs. this new routine allows him to unwind and enjoy more time with you and haru, a luxury he hadn’t experienced before.

things are going smoothly until the third week at gojo’s new job. you’ve both been enjoying the rhythm of this new chapter, relishing the stability that’s come from your renewed connection. but then, so soon after he starts, gojo informs you that he has to leave. and it’s not just a day trip—it’s for an entire week.

you knew this moment would come. you’ve both prepared for it, having thorough discussions and putting a solid communication plan in place. you’ve talked about how you’d stay in touch, how he’d check in every night, and how you’d manage haru in his absence. on paper, everything is sorted.

but as the reality of the situation sinks in, the pang of anxiety about being apart is undeniable. no amount of planning can completely rid the unease that starts to build in your chest. memories of nights spent waiting for him, the uncertainty, the panic—those old fears creep back, threatening to overshadow the progress you’ve made together.

gojo notices the shift in your demeanor almost immediately. he sees the worry etched in your expression, the way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes when he talks about the trip. he reaches out, his hand finding yours, and squeezes gently, as if to reassure you that everything will be okay. but the knot in your stomach doesn’t let up. the thought of a whole week without him feels like an eternity, and the doubts begin to creep in.

despite the uncertainties swirling in your mind, you know that this is another test—another hurdle to overcome. and just like before, you remind yourself that you’re not alone in this. you’ve faced challenges together, and you’ve come out stronger on the other side. but even so, as the day of his departure approaches, the thoughts plaguing your mind remain, quiet reminders that no matter how strong your relationship has become, some things are still hard to face.

he’ll only be away for a week, but the emotional impact of his departure is evident. haru, in particular, is deeply affected. his small face scrunches up in distress as he clings to his father the morning of gojo’s departure, eyes wide with a mix of confusion and sadness.

gojo holds him, his expression soft and reassuring. “precious” he says gently, “i’m going to be away for a little while, but i’ll be back soon. remember, we can talk every day, and i’ll think about you the whole time”.

haru looks up at him, tears welling in his eyes. “promise?” he asks, his voice trembling.

gojo’s heart aches at the sight. “i promise” he replies, pulling haru into a tight hug. haru sniffles into his shoulder. “be good for mommy” gojo says softly, his voice filled with warmth and a hint of sadness.

you watch the scene unfold, the tight knot in your chest growing with each passing moment. seeing haru so distressed brings back vivid memories of when gojo had left home all those months ago and haru had begged him to stay. the echo of that painful goodbye makes this separation feel even more daunting.

as gojo turns to say goodbye to you, the weight of unspoken words linger between you. he envelops you in a long, tight hug, holding you close as if trying to etch the moment into his memory. he takes a deep breath, savoring the warmth and closeness. with a gentle, lingering kiss on your cheek, he reluctantly pulls away. there’s so much you want to say, but the words get lost in the weight of the moment. he gives you a small smile.

“see you soon” he promises before leaving. as gojo heads out the door, you and haru stand by, the reality of his departure sinking in with each step he takes away from you.

haru clings tightly to your leg, his small body trembling with the effort to hold back his sobs. his eyes, so wide and full of tears, are a mirror to your own emotions, reflecting the sadness and worry that both of you are feeling.

haru looks up at you and sniffles. “mommy” his voice trembles as he reaches up at you.

you pick him up, brushing stray tears from his cheeks as you try to offer comfort. you try to be strong for him, even as your own heart aches. “he’ll be back soon, sweetheart” you say, your voice gentle but strained. “remember what daddy said? he’ll think about us every day, and we can talk to him on the phone”. your words are for haru, but you find yourself trying to calm you down, as well.

haru nods, though his expression is still clouded with sadness. you pull him into a hug, holding him close as you both face the quiet, empty space together. the silence is heavy, filled with the weight of gojo’s absence.

—

the first day without gojo unfolds with a blend of familiar routines and intentional distractions. you and haru dive into activities that bring a sense of normalcy and joy to get his mind off of missing his dad. you settle for a movie marathon with a mountain of popcorn between you. each moment is crafted to keep both your spirits up, but underneath the surface, the absence of gojo is a constant, lingering presence.

gojo’s promise to call haru every night stays true. he calls exactly at 8pm, when you usually put haru to bed. his face lights up when he hears his father’s voice, his small hands clutching the phone as he excitedly tells him about his day. when it’s your turn to talk, you keep the conversations brief. you want nothing more than to talk to him, but you understand that he must be exhausted from his long day of travel and new responsibilities.

after putting haru to bed and slipping under your bedsheets, you feel almost incomplete. it’s been your routine for a while now to talk in depth about your day, that the conversation doesn’t satisfy you. the quiet of the night amplifies the emptiness.

you hate to go back on your word, but you can’t help yourself. you reach for your phone, the screen glowing softly in the darkened room. your fingers hover over the keyboard as you craft a message, choosing your words with care.

“you're probably already asleep, but i just wanted to let you know that we’re thinking of you. haru and i are keeping busy and doing okay, but we both miss you a lot already. i hope your day went well, we can talk about it more tomorrow. goodnight”

you hit send and place your phone on the nightstand, the hum of a message sent offering a small measure of comfort. the act of reaching out, even with just a few words, feels like a connection that bridges the distance between you.

just as you begin to drift into a more relaxed state, your mind finally easing its grip on the day’s worries, your phone buzzes on the nightstand. the sound cuts through the quiet of the room, surprising you. your heart skips a beat as you reach over, curiosity and a touch of hope mingling as you check the screen. your heart lifts when you see his name pop up.

“i miss you both, too. it’s been a long day, but knowing you’re okay makes it easier. i’ll be back before you know it”

a warmth spreads through you as you read his words, his reassurance easing the ache of missing him. the connection you’ve shared with him, even through a screen, feels like a small but significant thread tying you together, despite the distance. you place the phone back on the nightstand, feeling more at ease, and let yourself relax into the pillow, grateful for the comforting exchange.

—

mid-week, you and gojo find yourselves on the phone way too late, well-past the time you should have been asleep. despite his early start for work, neither of you can bring yourselves to end the call. the conversation flows effortlessly, punctuated by laughter, light teasing, and those intimate discussions that only come alive when the world has gone still.

gojo’s voice, warm and familiar, soothes you as he recounts his day. he tells you about the little quirks of his colleagues, and the challenges he’s facing so far. you share your own stories, filling him in on everything he’s missed at home, the little moments with haru, and how you’ve been doing in the last few days. the distance between you feels a little less daunting with every word spoken, every laugh shared, and every story exchanged.

eventually, you hear gojo’s soft yawn over the phone, and a pang of guilt tugs at you. “i’m sorry for keeping you up so late” you say, your voice tinged with concern. it’s selfish of you to hold him up this long, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cut the conversation short.

gojo’s response is a gentle, affectionate chuckle. “don’t be” he replies, his voice warm despite the fatigue. “i’m just happy to be talking to you. i don’t want to hang up just yet”. his words ease your worries, and you can almost picture the soft smile on his face as he speaks.

his words wrap around you like a warm blanket. you can hear the honesty in his voice, the way he doesn’t want to let go, even as exhaustion begins to close in.

“but you’ve been working so hard” you continue, “i hate to think of you losing sleep over me”.

gojo lets out a soft laugh, the sound warm and amused. “you make it sound like it’s a bad thing” he teases gently. “i’d trade a few hours of sleep any day to hear your voice” there’s a soft, tender sincerity in his words that reassures you. gojo means what he says. it’s a small sacrifice, losing a bit of sleep, but one that’s worth every second for the sake of staying close, even when you’re miles apart.

you hum at the sweet comment. his vulnerability in this moment is endearing, and you feel the same pull to stay connected.

you hear the sheets rusting as gojo shifts in the bed. he closes his eyes, settling deeper into the comfort of your conversation. “a few more minutes” he murmurs, his voice drowsy but tinged with affection. “miss you so much… just want to stay on a little longer.” his voice is almost slurred with sleepiness, but the emotion behind them is clear. you can hear the longing in his tone, the way he’s clinging to these last few moments before sleep takes over.

“i miss you too,” you reply softly, your voice holding the weight of the days apart. the silence that follows your confession is filled with a gentle intimacy, a quiet understanding that transcends words. his breathing grows steadier, more rhythmic, as he drifts closer to sleep.

your soft call of his name gently cuts through the drowsy haze. he stirs slightly, his voice a low murmur that holds onto the last threads of wakefulness. he hums in response, half-awake, but attentive to your presence.

"you need to sleep” you coo. “we’ll talk again tomorrow, okay?" you say, trying to balance concern with the warmth of your reassurance. he lets out another soft, reluctant hum, his voice barely audible as he drifts further into sleep. the sound is comforting, a sign that he’s accepting your reassurance and settling into the peaceful embrace of rest.

“okay” he manages to say, his voice carrying a tender and adorable lilt as he drifts off. “goodnight”. you smile at his sleepy, endearing tone.

"goodnight, satoru" you reply, your heart full as you end the call.

a comforting lightness settles over you. despite the miles between you, gojo's soft, sleepy murmurs linger in your mind. you close your eyes, allowing the echoes of his affection to envelop you as you sleep, too.

—

it’s been a long week, each day stretching out with an aching slowness, but when gojo finally returns, all the tension and anticipation of his absence melt away in an instant. the sound of the front door opening barely registers before haru sprints towards it, his tiny arms outstretched for a hug.

gojo’s face brightens at the sight of his son, and he crouches down to meet him halfway. as haru wraps his little arms around his dad’s neck, gojo pulls him close, lifting him off the ground and spinning him around. gojo shares how much he’s missed him in the last week as he showers haru’s face with a flurry of kisses, each one accompanied by a string of affectionate nicknames he’s crafted over the years.

the room is filled with the sound of haru’s infectious laughter, a melody that brings a profound sense of joy to you. you stand back, a tender smile on your face, taking in the heartwarming scene. the sight of father and son reunited, fills you with a deep sense of relief and happiness.

when gojo finally releases haru, his eyes meet yours with a blend of relief and joy that warms your heart. he strides towards you, and you both fall into a deep, heartfelt embrace. his arms encircle your waist tightly, pulling you close as if to make up for every second of the past week.

gojo buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent that always made him feel at home. with a gentle lift, he raises you off the ground, your feet dangling due to his taller frame. he lets out a deep, contented sigh, as if he couldn’t bear another moment without you.

“i missed you” he murmurs, his voice a tender whisper against your skin. the words are barely more than a breath, but they carry the weight of his longing and the depth of his feelings.

“i missed you, too” you reply, your voice thick with emotion as you cling to him. the sincerity in his touch and the comfort of his presence are both reassuring and grounding. the challenges of the past few days melt away, replaced by the solid sense of connection.

—-

gojo stays for the rest of the day, fully immersing himself in your company. he plays with haru, helps with dinner, and shares stories about his trip, each moment showing how much he values being with his family.

when nighttime falls, he gently places haru into his bed and tucks him in. he pauses to take in the sight of haru’s chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his sleep. the sight is so peaceful and content, and it fills gojo with a deep sense of relief to be back home.

gojo quietly moves to the living room and begins to pack his belongings, preparing to head home soon and get some much-needed rest after another long day of travel. you watch him from the doorway, feeling a pang of reluctance at the thought of him leaving again. he’s just going to the other side of town, but even that feels too far away after a week without him.

without a word, you make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. the suddenness of your embrace catches gojo off guard. he looks down at your hold and settles his hands gently over yours where they rest around his waist.

you press your cheek against his back, savoring the warmth and solidity of his presence. a deep sigh escapes you, and you close your eyes, letting the familiarity and comfort of him wash over you. the stresses of the past week seem to dissolve, replaced by a sense of closeness.

he can feel the tension in your hold, the way your arms wrap around him as if trying to anchor yourself to his presence. there’s a desperate edge to your touch, an unspoken need for his warmth and reassurance that seems to radiate through every fiber of your being.

when gojo shifts slightly, you tense up instantly, a rush of emotion—perhaps even panic—flooding through you. “no—don’t go yet” you say, almost desperately, your voice trembling with a blend of vulnerability and urgency that cuts through the quiet room. he pauses immediately, sensing the weight of your plea and the raw emotion behind it.

“are you okay?” he asks softly, his voice carrying a note of concern. he senses that there’s something more troubling you, beyond the simple act of wanting him close.

you nod, but words fail you for a moment. instead, you let your senses be taken over by him—the comforting scent of his cologne, the warmth of his shirt against your skin, and the solid, reassuring presence of his body. the simple act of holding him close feels grounding and deeply comforting.

“hey” he says gently, his voice soothing and filled with care. you loosen your grip slightly, allowing him to turn within your embrace. when he faces you, you pull him back in, hugging him tightly once more. you bury your face in his chest, seeking the solace that only he can provide. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek helps calm you. the gentle pressure of your arms around him tells him everything he needs to know.

“i’m here” he reassures you, his voice calm and soothing. “i’m not going anywhere” his words are accompanied by a tender squeeze, a gesture meant to ground both of you in the moment.

gojo runs a soothing hand through your hair, his touch gentle and rhythmic. “what’s on your mind?” he asks softly, the words carrying a mix of tenderness and patience.

you shake your head softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “nothing—i just…” you pause, the weight of your emotions making it difficult to articulate your feelings. his presence, solid and comforting, calms you for a moment. you can feel the steady beat of his heart, a reassuring reminder of the love and commitment that have endured despite the time apart. the embrace is more than a physical connection; it’s a shared moment of vulnerability and understanding.

“i really missed you” you finally whisper, the words coming out with heartfelt sincerity.

gojo’s heart swells with warmth as he absorbs the depth of your sentiment. the separation had been a true test of your relationship, but this moment of genuine connection reaffirms the bond that has weathered the storm. he smiles softly, the curve of his lips reflecting the joy he feels. typically, he’s the one leading with affectionate words and gestures, but hearing them from you brings an unexpected reassurance.

gojo’s embrace tightens around you, his own emotions stirred by the heartfelt confession. “i missed you too” he murmurs, his voice low and tender. his hand gently strokes your back, offering a comfort that makes the world seem a little less daunting. he leans down and places a soft kiss on the top of your head, a gesture that speaks volumes about his affection and unwavering commitment.

this kiss is more than just a touch; it’s a reaffirmation of his promise to stay close, even when physical distance separates you. the sincerity in his touch, the gentle pressure of his lips against your hair, reassures you that the bond you share is resilient enough to withstand this temporary parting.

as you both pull away slightly, you look up into gojo’s eyes. there, you find solace in their depth, a mixture of love and determination that grounds you amidst the uncertainty of his impending departure. the gaze he holds with you is filled with an unspoken promise—that no matter how far apart you may be, his heart remains with you.

gojo’s hands are gentle as he cups your face, his touch tender and reassuring. his thumb brushes softly across your cheek. the eye contact between you is intense and brimming with unspoken feelings. your gaze locks onto his lips, and everything else fades away, narrowing to this singular moment of need and longing.

in a breathless whisper, you utter his name, the sound trembling with a mix of desire and vulnerability. “satoru” you say, the plea in your voice unmistakable. the word hangs between you, heavy with anticipation. “please…” the single word encapsulates the depth of your yearning, a silent request for connection and reassurance.

gojo’s eyes soften as he absorbs the weight of your plea, the depth of his own emotions reflected back at you. the world around you feels suspended, the intensity of the moment drawing you both closer together. his grip tightens slightly, his gaze never wavering from yours, as he prepares to respond to the heartfelt urgency of your request.

gojo’s eyes soften as he reads the urgency and longing in your expression. he takes a moment to glance at your lips, silently offering you the space to reconsider if you wish. but when he looks back into your eyes, he sees the unwavering desire reflected there—a silent plea for connection, yearning to feel his lips against yours.

with a gentle but decisive motion, gojo close the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss. the initial contact is a gentle brush, a quiet reawakening of a connection that’s been far too long. it doesn’t take long for his lips to slot perfectly between yours, fitting together with an effortless ease. his lips move against yours with a careful intensity, savoring every moment of this renewed closeness

gojo’s hands tenderly cradle your face as you clutch his shirt. a soft, involuntary sound escapes him—a hushed expression of the emotions that words might fail to capture. the kiss deepens, still tender, as though he’s pouring all of his unspoken feelings into this simple act of intimacy. the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of shared warmth and connection.

as the kiss lingers, there’s a shared sense of relief and vulnerability, as if you’re both communicating your deepest fears, hopes, and promises through this profound closeness. it’s everything you’ve longed for since the last kiss you shared, a way to bridge the gap that time and distance had created.

when you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting together in a quiet, intimate gesture. gojo’s eyes are filled with a mix of love and admiration. his smile is soft and reassuring, conveying a deep-seated assurance of his feelings and his commitment to your relationship.

you feel a profound sense of peace, knowing that despite the challenges and separations, you’re both exactly where you need to be—together.

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