#time travel is not instant. So while we’re waiting
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can we make jack to the future a copypasta
Hey guys! Very excited about today’s video. A huge thanks to Lenovo for giving me their amazing brand-new phone, the Phab 2 Pro: The world’s first phone with Tango*. Which kinda feels like a piece from the future just dropped right here in the present. And that’s exactly why I decided to make a very special time-travel episode of jackask.
Question 1: “Do you believe in the possibility of time-travel?” I literally just said that this is the time-travel episode of jackask. Please try to keep up. punches ground beef
Question 2: “If you could go back in time, what’s one thing you’d change about your childhood?” Well, I would probably confront my middle school bully and tell him I grew up to be a big YouTube star. Of course, then he’d be all like, “what’s a YouTube?” You know what, that question sucks, next question.
Question 3: “Would you travel to the past of the future?” Listen up, HoOLiGanLLaMA, I’m about to blow your mind. takes bite of burger Mm, that’s good meat. So I’m taking my Phab 2 Pro with me to travel through space and time in my own personalized, home-built time machine. Purple, red… Oh yeah, green one, that’s good, I think that’s good… Lemme measure with my phone real quick. Okay, measuring the dimensions with Tango’s AR measurement tools to make sure everything lines up. Looks good. OPEN! throws chair against tree Let’s go! Just so you know, time travel is not instant. So while we’re waiting, how about I just answer some of your questions?
“How do I tell my parents that I’m goth?” What you can do is travel to the future where, uh, you outgrow your goth phase. Boom, problem solved.
“How many stars are in our galaxy?” Good question. To find out, we’re gonna go all the way back to 1590 to ask the man himself, Galileo. screams Galileo: If only we could see the heavens instead of relying on our mind’s eye. Jack: Whoa, shut up for a sec. I think I can help you guys out. Galileo’s Associate: ¡El diablo! J: No, it’s actually called ‘augmented reality,’ it lets me see a fully scaled model of the solar system. The sun, the Big Dipper, the Little Skipper, the Unicorn, the Unicran, some other ones… Oh, really quick, do you guys know how many stars are in our galaxy? You know what, I’ll just look it up. Thanks anyway, bye! G: He was a bit of a jerk, wasn’t he?
“What is your favorite video game?” Not really a fan of the new ones, I don’t really have the fingers for ‘em, so let’s go all the way back to 1972 to play the first video game.
J: Hey guys! What are we working on?
Guy with Glasses and Mustache: Well, I don’t mean to brag, but we’ve created something revolutionary. You see, this rectangular paddle hits this round circular ball, and then that ball travels across this empty black space where it meets up with… another paddle! Haha!
J: That’s really tight, guys, and you’ll be happy to hear that you helped pave the way for AR games. Check this out
Woman with Glasses: What is it?
J: It’s the future. So, you’re trying to hit this target.
WG: Where are the cords?
J: No cords. Here, look.
WG: Honey, we should get one of these!
“What do you think it will be like in the year 2150?” Ugh, finally! A good question! Let’s go to the future where people can finally wrap their minds around this crazy technology! It’s time to go Jack to the future! record scratch Get it? Uh, Jack to the future, it’s-it’s a pun on a famous movie, uh, where Simba loses his dad, um, wait… yeah, that’s right, yeah.
J: Oh my gosh, you must be my great great grandson!
Jacksfilms Look-Alike with White Hair: Get out of my home.
J: Let’s grab a picture of the handsome boy, huh?
JLAWH:
No. J: Just gotta add a dragon, and boom! It’s pretty cool, right, little dragon popping up and everything. You body language says ‘yes’.
JLAWH: No.
J: Not a little?
JLAWH: Nuh-uh.
J: Not even a little?
JLAWH: …No.
J: Yeah, no, I-I’m busy too, I gotta get back to my time machine. It was really cool catching up, hehe! Call me! Or, you kn- aw, it doesn’t work like that. Uh, call me anyway, man.
All in all, that was a pretty good trip. Oh, and Lenovo, thanks for the free phone, not giving it back, hehe. runs into lighting equipment Not paying for that! Not paying for that! Not my problem!
#Hey guys! Very excited about today’s video. A huge thanks to Lenovo for giving me their amazing brand-new phone#the Phab 2 Pro: The world’s first phone with Tango*. Which kinda feels like a piece from the future just dropped right here in the present.#what’s one thing you’d change about your childhood?” Well#I would probably confront my middle school bully and tell him I grew up to be a big YouTube star. Of course#then he’d be all like#“what’s a YouTube?” You know what#that question sucks#next question. Question 3: “Would you travel to the past of the future?” Listen up#HoOLiGanLLaMA#I’m about to blow your mind. takes bite of burger Mm#that’s good meat. So I’m taking my Phab 2 Pro with me to travel through space and time in my own personalized#home-built time machine. Purple#red… Oh yeah#green one#that’s good#I think that’s good… Lemme measure with my phone real quick. Okay#measuring the dimensions with Tango’s AR measurement tools to make sure everything lines up. Looks good. OPEN! throws chair against tree Le#time travel is not instant. So while we’re waiting#how about I just answer some of your questions? “How do I tell my parents that I’m goth?” What you can do is travel to the future where#uh#you outgrow your goth phase. Boom#problem solved. “How many stars are in our galaxy?” Good question. To find out#we’re gonna go all the way back to 1590 to ask the man himself#Galileo. screams Galileo: If only we could see the heavens instead of relying on our mind’s eye. Jack: Whoa#shut up for a sec. I think I can help you guys out. Galileo’s Associate: ¡El diablo! J: No#it’s actually called ‘augmented reality#’ it lets me see a fully scaled model of the solar system. The sun#the Big Dipper#the Little Skipper#the Unicorn
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In another life pt 2
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader
Summary: A visit to Nanami and trip down memory lane
Warnings: Language and suggestive themes but only a bit lol
Part 3
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A/N: was so overwhelmed by the amount of love I received for part one!! Thank you all so much for the support😭🩵
“This is definitely a first” Nanamis gaze travelled up and down your body.
You shuffled uncomfortably from your place on the couch. Gojo stood leaning on the wall behind you.
“Yeah I’ve been hearing that a lot today..” you sighed.
“Hmm, well from what I know. This curse has been known to travel through dimensions, which is why he’s been so hard to catch in the past. He disappeared several years ago after somehow escaping from a seal. Looks like he ended up in your universe.”
“That makes sense, it was only a couple years ago he appeared and Satoru subdued him. A couple months ago he told me he found some weird residual energy on the seal but otherwise everything was ok… I guess the theory of the spy was correct but…” you brought a hand to your chin.
“Go on” he encouraged.
“We placed three seals on them. There’s no way an amateur broke through them… I wonder if he has any clue on who it could be...”
BZZT BZZT BZZT
“Another call?” Gojo tilted his head forward.
You picked up the phone and read “Weird Bangs” well speak of the devil!
“Nope just a text.”
-Hey you ok? Satoru just told me what happened. Don’t worry, we’re investigating as we speak. We’ll have you home in no time.
You smiled warmly and replied,
-Thanks Sugu, I have complete faith in you two. And don’t worry I’m ok.
“Anything important?”
“Not really, Sugu was just checking in. By the way, is he on a mission or something? I haven’t sensed your version of him yet. Unless you don’t have a version of him which would be honestly so weird since I swear you two are like your own couple..”
Little did you know the room had gone from warm to freezing cold.
“What did you just say…”
“Huh?” You tensed seeing the mood was a bit off now.
“Wait…don’t tell me he’s…dead?” Instant dread washed over you.
“No..he’s very much alive…” (excuse me while I change the timeline a little)
“Then what’s-“ you tilted your head.
“Nanami, what can you tell us about the curse transporting other people?”
You blinked at his sudden change in topic.
“Honestly nothing.” Your shoulders slumped.
“Really?”
“Yes but I promise I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you get home safely”.
“Thanks Nanami…” you tried not to feel to sad, after all you had so many people working hard to figure it out.
“Well it’s getting late, why don’t we continue this tommorow, Nanami you’ll reach out if you find anything yeah?”
He nodded, “I’ll dig into some of the old archives, and let you know what I find.”
“Thank you Nanami” you smiled and followed gojo out of the room.
“So what now?” The sun had set and you realized that for the first time in years you were not going to sleep in your own bed, cuddled next to your husband.
“Well… I could take you to one of the spare dorms here but considering the curse is still out there I think it’s best if you stick with me”
“So back to your place?” Haha that takes you back.
“That ok with you?”
“Mhmm” not like I’m used to anything else but being with you…
“Ok then, hang on” he touched your shoulder and suddenly you were transported to a place that smelled like fresh linen and his cologne.
“Oh wow this takes me back” you flicked on the light and took in the old place.
Gojo raised a brow that you seemed to know your way around.
“I take it you’ve been here before?”
You nodded fondly while taking in the place once again, “yeah, we spent so much time here back while we were dating…I lived in a really crappy apartment that you had to bend down in.” You laugh at the memory.
You turn to look out the floorlength window and promptly scream.
“AHH is that me!?!? Have I looked like this all day!?!” You could barely see your skin it was covered in dirt and grime from the previous fight and your hair was basically inviting birds to make it their home.
“I need to shower…” ah crap I didn’t think to stop and get clothes.
“I’ll find you some clothes… the shower is over the-“ but you were already beelining towards the bathroom eagerly to wash the filth off of you.
“Right you already know… so weird” he crossed his arms.
The second the steaming water hit your body you sighed in relief. It took a good 15 minutes for the water to run clear.
Using his body wash sure took you back to the days you’d sleep over. Those days were some of the best of your life. Watching movies late into the night, eating junk food, making out, falling asleep tangled together…
You shut your eyes before the tears could come.
No, none of that, you had the best and strongest people on the case. You’d be home soon, so let’s think of this as a weird mini vacation.
After your shower you dried yourself off and peeked into the bedroom where the door connected to. Sure enough you found a set of his pjs on the bed.
His shirt engulfed you, looking more like a dress. You thought for a moment to forgo the pants but realized you probably shouldn’t go pantless and underwearless around new Gojo.
Once you were decent you stepped outside into the main living space.
A delicious aroma immediately invaded your senses.
Wait… no fricken way!?
“You cook!?!?”
“Huh?” Gojo paused to look back over his shoulder. “Of course I cook… does your Gojo not?”
“He- he tried once but burnt everything… and anyway I’m home way more so I usually do the cooking..”
“Well I hope you like seafood, I haven’t gone shopping yet so there wasn’t really many options.”
He turned back to the stove to continue stirring.
You sat on one of the counter barstools and watched him in awe.
He even has the towel thrown over his shoulder and everything...
“So tell me about other Gojo. How did you guys meet?”
“Well… actually it’s kind of embarrassing…”
“Oh well now I have to know”
“Well I was jogging by this old elementary school and this curse popped out. It was so cute tho it looked like a super fluffy puppy. And then suddenly you popped in, ready to blast it to smithereens when I jumped in front and defended it….” He paused his stirring and looked over at you again.
“Yeah I know.. it was crazy but the curse really wasn’t that bad. So anyway I picked it up and started running away from you…”
“Pfft seriously?”
“Yeah… you should’ve seen your face haha. I made it about 10 steps before you warped in front of me”
*Flashback*
“Uh listen lady, that thing your holding is very dangerous so it’s best if you-“
“No way!”
“Huh?”
“No way, he’s just a little baby, he hasn’t hurt anyone!” You hugged the curse tight to your body and for some reason the curse seemed… relaxed?
“Lady… it’s a curse.. we can’t exactly just leave it to roam free..”
“Well then….”you thought for a moment..
“I’ll keep it!”
“You’ll keep it…” he repeated to himself in disbelief
“Mhm hm” you nodded.
“Uh…” he watched you snuggle the curse closer and the curse for whatever bizarre reason seemed content.
“It hasn’t hurt anyone has it?”
“Not that I’m aware of..”
“Then it’s settled! I’m keeping him.”
“Uh…”
“Don’t worry, I have some skill in exorcizing curses if anything goes wrong but it won’t will it little cutie?” You rubbed under its chin and it started to purr.
“Ok so you’re serious…uh well here’s my number… in case he decides to turn murdery and you can’t handle him”
You smile and hand him your phone, when he hands it back you glance down and let out a little gasp.
He smirked, you must’ve realized who he was now.
“You have the same screensaver as me! I love that show!!”
Oh
“Haha well it is a good show, even if the heroine sucks.”
“What- what did you just say?! She’s the best one!”
“No way, if you ask me the best friend should be in the spotlight.”
“That snobby bitch? No way” you made a face.
“Snobby? I see it as confidence.”
“You must’ve gotten knocked in the head too many times by a curse..”
“Well it doesn’t really matter, I think she’s gonna take that job in the next episode.”
“Wait you think so? As much as I hate her, she makes the story interesting.”
“Yeah I-“ BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT
“Ah sorry hold on”
You watched him turn and take the call. Looking at him now, even without seeing his eyes you could tell he was good looking.
“Sorry, duty calls. Make sure to call me if…that thing suddenly decides to eat you ok?”
“I will, thanks”
He whooshed away and you looked down at your phone.
Satoru Gojo….
Oh my god
No fucking way…
He had the same name as your favorite book character! What a small world…
“Alright cutie, let’s get you home. I wonder what you eat?”
*End flashback*
“Don’t tell me you still have that thing?”
“That thing has a name and his name is cutie. And to this day he hasn’t hurt a fly! Well actually that’s a lie because he does eat all the bugs around the house.. but other than that he’s harmless. He does chew the furniture though..” awe I hope he’s ok..
“You’re a little strange you know that?”
“You’re one to talk..”
“Hey, you shouldn’t insult the hand that feeds you.”
“You’re right sorry chef” you bowed jokingly then went to grab plates to set the table.
“Oh I hope you don’t mind me touching stuff.” You retracted your hand afraid he might get upset.
“Be my guest.” He waved nonchalantly.
Ten minutes later you were sat across each other.
“Oh lemme grab some drinks” he stood up and disappeared into the kitchen again.
You nodded and began plating your dish and his. His having three times the portion like usual.
Gojo came back and sat down with his mouth slightly open.
You realized your mistake and felt heat rise to your cheeks. “S-sorry it- I did that out of habit. Didn’t mean to make you feel weird..”
“It’s fine it’ll just take some getting used to is all…” he smirked and dug in.
“Thank you for the meal.” You twirled your fork around the shrimp and pasta and took a bite.
Oh
Oh
Oh hell no
“Something wrong?”
“Satoru this is amazing… like really really amazing”
“Glad you like it”
“No but seriously this is so good…Why can’t my version do this??”
You took another bite and swooned, maybe you’d leave your version for this one…
BZZT BZZT BZZT
“Oh it’s you! Well other you..”
“Satoru?”
“Hey babe you doing alright?”
“Yeah, I’m alright… we met with Nanami earlier, he said he’s going to do some more research and let us know if he finds anything..”
“Same here, Suguru and I are tracking the curse down but it’ll take a little bit of time, he’s a slippery one that’s for sure”
“Mm, sorry for putting everyone through this trouble…”
“Don’t worry, I have plenty of ways you can make it up to me later”
“Ah geez I need to stop putting you on speaker..”
“You’re not alone? It’s pretty late..”
“Yeah well other you thought it would be best to keep me close for safety reasons. I’m here at the old penthouse actually.”
“….”
“Toru?”
“You’re with other me?”
You blinked. “Uh yes?“
“Hey other me!”
You tilt the phone closer to this Gojo so he can hear better.
“Uh yes?”
“I know it’s tempting but no canoodling my girl alright?”
“S-satoru!”
“Not even a little touch, I mean it.”
“Satoru what are you talking about?! I just met the guy!”
“And? Do you remember how I was back then?”
“Well...” yeah a manwhore..
“Oh yeah and another word of advice, no girls over to the place. She gets suuuuuuper jealous, one time she even told our pet to attack and-“
“I did not! That was-!-you know that was an accident!”
“Mhmm sure”
“You know cutie feeds off my feelings, I didn’t tell him to bite her arm!”
“Of course sweetheart of course..”
“You- what about that time you hijacked my date!”
“That was purely coincidental, I was in the area.”
“Sure you were…”
“Anywhoooooo, did you take your meds?”
“Y-yeah”
“Liar”
“Hey make sure she gets those pills, she’ll faint without them and I don’t need her falling into anyone else’s arms”
“S-satoru good night already, I’ll talk to you later…”
“Alright sorry, you know I worry. Night baby, don’t feel too lonely without me”
*click*
“Ugh annoying jerk” you words didn’t match your soft tone.
Gojo leaned back in his chair and scanned your form.
Did he? Did a version of him really fall in love and settle down. You were certainly beautiful but he’d been with a lot of beautiful women.. did your strength draw his attention? He supposed he hasn’t seen you fight yet, maybe he would fix that soon..
“Oh uh sorry you had to hear all that again, I hope it’s not too weird”
“Well I’m not gonna lie and say it’s normal but..”
You smiled and brought another forkful to your mouth.
“Thank you for everything, really… you don’t even know me and you’re doing all this..”
“Well hey don’t worry about it, any alter ego/universe me’s wife is a friend of mine”
“Heh thanks” glad to know all Gojos humor are the same across universes.
After dinner you helped clean up and were lounging on the couch while Gojo went to shower.
He wouldn’t mind if you turned on the tv right?
So far this Gojo was 99.8 percent a carbon copy of yours so no he wouldn’t mind.. plus tonight the new episode of “Wishing I was yours” was airing and you couldn’t miss it..
And that’s how Gojo found you 20 minutes later, arms wrapped around your knees cuddling a pillow, tearful eyes glued to the TV screen.
‘No! No you can’t leave me. You can’t give up after everything we’ve been through’
‘Forgive me my love, you’ll have to continue this journey without me…’
‘No! I need you!!’
‘I’m only going to put you in danger… it has to be this way… I’m sorry’
‘Noooooooooooooooo!’
How can she watch this crap…
Gojo made his presence known and stepped in front of the couch.
“Oh hey, I-i hope it was ok that I- ah no don’t go!!” Your focus was quickly redirected back to the gripping scene. You groaned when the credits rolled.
“Dammit you were right about the ending…now I have to do that thing… ugh” you mumbled into the pillow.
Gojo couldn’t help but be curious what that thing was but stayed quiet.
“Don’t tell me that I actually watch this kind of stuff?”
He sat on the other end of the couch watching as you paused the tv and turned towards him.
“Well not at first but we worked out a deal, every week we watch one of my picks and one of your picks… but ugh you always choose the scariest stuff…”
“Better than unrealistic lovey dovey crap…”
“Unrealistic?? Says the one who spouts the most corniest lines 24/7”
The title screen for another episode started playing and he swiftly grabbed the remote.
“Allow me to show you what true cinema is.”
Uh oh, you had a bad feeling about this..
1 hour later
“Ah no way no way no way” Gojo smirked watching how you hid behind a pillow shaking like a leaf.
“Oh come on, it’s not even the scary part yet…”
“Liar! Ew ew ew I accidentally looked again”
“Human snake vs Octogator is a masterpiece , you’re insulting one of the greatest films of all time!”
“You just chose this because you knew it would scare me!”
“Lady I barely know you, is that something I would do?” He smiled, glowing eyes peeking behind his glasses.
“Yes, that is exactly what you would do..”
Well you sure did seem to know him he was realizing more and more…
After the movie you were basically half asleep so Gojo decided to call it a night.
Sleepily you rose up and followed after Gojo to the hallway. But instead of turning right to the guest room you automatically turned left to his room and bumped into his back.
“Huh”
You froze, eyes shooting up to his.
“A-ah s-sorry!” Embarrassed you darted to the guest room and shut the door.
BZZT BZZT BZZT
Hm?
*NEW MESSAGE*
-Since you’re all alone, use this to tide your appetite over xoxo
*image loading*
“Ah-!”
The heat rose to your cheeks immediately.
(I’ll let you imagine what kind of picture he sent lol)
-Don’t send anything back tho ok? Don’t want the creep next door spying on you and catching a glimpse of my pretty girl~”
-he’s in another room obviously..
-wait he wouldn’t look through the walls with his eyes would he??
-would- did you ever do that??
-ah gotta go baby, the line is bad, nighty night!
-We’re texting idiot, what line?! And answer the question!!
-xoxo 💋
Ugh jerk… you threw the phone on the bed then slowly got in the unfamiliar bed.
You hated sleeping alone… even when he was out on overnight missions you were surrounded by his scent, his clothes, his everything…
You grabbed a pillow and snuggled it for comfort.
“I miss you idiot…”
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Aaaaaaand that’s chapter 2! What did you guys think about Suguru’s mention hehe. The angst boat is coming y’all, but first came a little fluff before the storm. Please lemme know what you thought! Until next time!
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Sugar || 6
Masterlist || Part Five || Part Seven
Steven Grant/Sugar Mommy!Reader
Word count: 3.7k
Series Summary: You meet Steven in a museum gift shop and feel an instant connection. Before you walk out the door you decide, perhaps against your better judgment, that you need him to be your sugar baby. Now you just need him to let you treat him right.
Notes: Reader is mentioned to have hair in this chapter and wears a bonnet to sleep at night. It's also alluded to that the reader doesn't have a close relationship with her mother, though the specifics aren't mentioned and at this point are open to interpretation.
“Have you ever been on a plane before?” you ask, noticing Steven’s hesitancy that’s been hanging around since the two of you stepped into the airport.
“I haven’t, no,” he says, fiddling with the strap of his backpack sitting at his feet. The two of you are currently waiting for the plane to arrive.
Steven finally managed to wrangle Donna into approving enough time off that you could take him on a small vacation. Until now, it had never occurred to you that he might not like flying. You’re so used to it, never batting an eye when you need to fly somewhere. Nowadays, it’s become such a regular form of travel for you, it’s no different from taking a car.
You take Steven’s hand, intertwining your fingers. “Will you be okay? I can get medicine if you’re not feeling well.”
“I’ll be fine,” Steven assures you, squeezing your hand. “You said it’s a short flight?”
“A little over an hour,” you say, kissing his cheek. “Not long at all. And then we get to spend the next few days relaxing.”
You picked a place in Germany. Nothing too flashy for a first outing despite the casino located there. That doesn’t seem quite like Steven’s style, though, and it’s not yours for that matter. You have better ways of making money than gambling. Personally, you’re looking forward to the thermal baths. You hope they’re not too crowded.
Steven told you a few weeks ago that he spoke French. It happened while dining at a lavish restaurant. You had asked if he needed help with the menu since nothing was named in English, but he was the one who eventually ordered for you both, wanting to show off. The whole thing made you consider France for your first vacation spot, but, to be honest, Germany interested you much more.
You had to force yourself to stop thinking about Steven speaking French to you the whole trip.
“Where is everyone else, anyway?” Steven asks. The two of you are in a private lounge large enough to hold more people, but just as you planned, you are alone.
“It’s just us. We’re flying private.” You don’t always fly alone, especially for longer flights, but you want Steven all to yourself for this trip and don’t want to worry about other people on a crowded plane.
You also want to impress him just a tad.
Steven’s eyebrows shoot up. “What, really?”
“Mhmm. And I think this is us.” You nod toward the staff member walking toward you.
“The car’s ready for you, ma’am.”
“Car?” Steven asks as you stand, shouldering your handbag.
“To take us to the jet,” you say simply. “It’ll take us out on the tarmac and right up to it.”
Steven’s speechless as the two of you are led out of the lounge and to an opened doorway, a black car waiting just outside.
Even though he’s still a little dazed, Steven rushes forward, attempting to get to the car and open the door for you, but the man who led you here beats him to it. Steven turns back to you awkwardly and, still determined to be gentlemanly, holds out his hand to help you inside.
Smiling indulgently at him, you take it before sliding onto the back seat with Steven following right after. A minute later, he helps you back out, pausing only to look up at the jet waiting for the two of you.
“It’s not too late to cancel,” you whisper to him.
“I want to do this,” he tells you firmly, though you notice the nervous bobbing of his throat. He takes the first step toward the stairs, determined to prove it to you, though when he reaches the base, he lets you go first.
Greeting the flight attendant, you make your way toward the sets of double seats in the middle of the jet. Two sets face each other with a table between them on one side of the aisle, while on the other is a small set of cabinets with a TV on top. Aiming for the seats facing the entrance and cockpit, you pause.
“Do you want the window or the aisle seat?” you ask like you’re in a normal plane and not a private jet where you both can have a window seat if you want. The thing is, you want Steven sitting next to you, so you’re more than happy to sacrifice your preference so he’s more comfortable.
“Window, please.”
After stowing your bags in the small overhead compartment, Steven slides into your chosen seats, with you following and pressing snuggly up against him. The seats aren’t so cramped that you’re forced to be that close; you just want to be.
When the jet starts to taxi along the tarmac as the pilot moves into position on the runway for takeoff, you feel Steven tense against you.
“Want me to put on a movie? Help take your mind off it?” you ask, concerned. You start rubbing a hand soothingly up and down his arm, attempting to distract him.
Steven shakes his head and keeps his eyes locked on the window.
“I think…” he starts, “it’s just because it’s new. I don’t know what to expect.” He turns away from the window to look at you. “But being with you makes it easier.”
You beam at him, your smile stretching wide across your mouth. You’re glad you can be here for him.
Steven leans forward, aiming for your lips. You close your eyes and tilt your head, waiting. As his lips brush yours, the jet starts shaking as it speeds up, about to lift into the air.
Steven gasps and falls back into his seat, pressing himself as far as he can and desperately clutching the armrest. All you can do is hold onto him and wait. But once the shaking stops a moment later, the wheels off the ground and the jet taking flight, Steven sighs, some of the tension leaving him.
“That wasn’t so bad,” he says lightly like he hasn’t been slightly panicking for hours. You smother the laugh that threatens to bubble up.
“And you’ll get used to it the more vacations we take,” you say encouragingly, relieved he seems to be settling in.
“Plan on keeping me around, then?” Steven teases.
Smiling softly, you look at him for a moment before leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m keeping you for a long time.”
Some of your other babies were less than enthusiastic about your vacation destinations. They had hoped you’d take them to luxury resorts, tropical islands, maybe even on a cruise. And for a few of them, you did.
But those weren’t things you gravitated toward when you took time off. You even avoided major tourist spots because they simply didn’t appeal to you.
Why go to Paris and get pickpocketed every two seconds when trying to see the Eiffel Tower when you can go somewhere more enjoyable for you?
But then there’s Steven.
So far, he’s practically in love with the town in Germany that many one-time travelers would never think to visit. He certainly seems to be enjoying it far more than your other babies would have. He stares in wide-eyed wonder at everything, even the hotel the two of you are staying in.
Upon first glance, the exterior is reminiscent of a more modern castle. Further inspection turns the sides into a vast amount of awning-covered windows leading to the various rooms. Even still, the sheer size of the place is impressive, especially so to someone who’s never had the chance to stay anywhere like it.
The room you booked even draws a breathless “This is bigger than my whole flat” from Steven. You try to tell him the terrace of your chosen penthouse suite shouldn’t count because it’s outside, but he only gives you an obstinate look.
The suite is decorated beautifully with paintings, brightly colored walls, and elegant wood-trimmed furniture, giving it a more thoughtful feel than the stark black and chrome modern style of so many other places.
You don’t stay in the room for long, though. A quick in and out to drop off luggage, freshen up, and switch into walking shoes. You like to keep activities light on travel days, so you don’t have anything overly taxing in mind.
After grabbing something light to eat at the on-site restaurant, you take Steven on a stroll through the lush park next to the hotel. In certain circumstances—and terrain—hiking isn’t your favorite, but walking through a beautifully designed park with a vast variety of flora, a quaint stream, and leisurely paths is right up your alley.
Steven enjoys it as well, the rough start to the day entirely forgotten.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a place so beautiful,” he comments, gazing around at the trees surrounding the path you stopped on. You’re sitting on a bench, enjoying the shade for a moment, admiring Steven as he enthusiastically holds out his phone, taking a million pictures of the various kinds of trees filling the park.
“I can’t wait to take you to some of the other places I have in mind. Then you can rank them all.”
Steven turns to you, nervously licking his lips. “Would you mind if I picked a place someday?”
You lean over to kiss his cheek. “I’ll take you anywhere you want, baby.”
“Anywhere?” Exciting starts shining in his eyes.
“Well, if you ask to see the Titanic, I’m saying ‘no’ immediately,” you tease, making Steven laugh and lean into you. “Take a picture of us?”
He dutifully holds out his phone, wrapping his free arm around your shoulder and snapping a couple of pictures, making sure to capture the trees and flowers behind you.
You admire it when Steven shows it to you, memorizing his features even now, and remind yourself to save it with the others when he sends it to you.
A while later, after having your fill of the park, you and Steven start the trek back to the hotel. Your hand is tucked into the crook of Steven’s elbow, and you’re suddenly dragged to a stop a few blocks from your destination.
You let out a gasp, startled, and look at Steven.
He’s staring off toward one of the stores lining the street, and when you see what it is, you give a dramatic roll of your eyes.
“Of course you want to go to a bookshop while on vacation.” You’ve yet to visit his flat—and have yet to talk him into someplace bigger—but he’s admitted to you the place is covered in books. A habit further funded by you, based on the credit card alerts you get every time Steven buys an expensive edition of some out-of-print tome.
“Can we go in?” Steven pleads.
“Can you even read German?” you ask, already tugging him toward the shop.
“I can learn,” he assures, practically racing you toward the door now.
The next hour is spent watching Steven flit between the shelves, different books catching his eye before he even finishes looking at the first.
You do some browsing of your own, picking up only one book as a souvenir, but mostly, you watch your baby have the time of his life.
“Love, look!” Steven calls, referring to you with the pet name that is decidedly more appropriate to use in public than the mummy that comes out for special occasions.
Meeting halfway between the shelf you were browsing and his, Steven thrusts a book toward you. You glance at the German on the cover before your eye catches on what clearly caught his attention: hieroglyphics.
If you’re being honest, you didn’t think a book about Ancient Egypt would be found in the touristy section of a German town, but you’re excited for your baby nonetheless.
“Steven, that’s great! Is this a new one for you?”
“I don’t recognize the author’s name, so I think so.” He flips the book back around, examining the cover again. “Can I get it?” he asks, bright eyes now searching yours.
“Just that one,” you start as you glance toward the stack tucked under his arm, “or those ones, too?”
Steven doesn’t miss a beat before excitedly saying, “All of them, please.”
You smile at him and kiss his cheek. He’s come a long way since your relationship first started. He still hesitates over some things, but you’re slowly chipping away at him.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
“Thank you,” Steven says softly as you lead him toward the register.
What’s left of the day is spent relaxing. First, on the terrace overlooking the park you and Steven visited. Then a private dinner, also you enjoyed on the terrace, making the most of the beautiful weather. Finally, the living room as the sun began to set.
“Do you always get tired when you travel?” Steven asks from his spot, curled up against your side on the couch. “Because I’m exhausted.” He lets out a dramatic yawn to prove his point to you.
“Must have been all that walking,” you say, running your fingers through his hair, something you do whenever you get the chance. “Your nerves this morning probably didn’t help.”
“True,” he agrees. He rubs his face against you and closes his eyes as if preparing to go to sleep. “I’m much better now, though.”
You let out a pleased hum. “What do you think about a couple’s spa day tomorrow?” You don’t have a set itinerary, though there are a couple of things you want to do while you’re here. The spa is one of them, especially the one that includes the fancy thermal baths.
Steven mumbles something, and you hear his breathing start to slow. He really is going to fall asleep. But as much as you love the idea of him using you as a pillow, your current position isn’t comfortable enough to spend the night. Not to mention, you still need to do your nighttime routine.
“Baby?” you say, nudging Steven gently. “You want to go to bed?”
“No.” It’s said so quietly, but there’s no mistaking it, and you can’t help but let out a laugh that shakes your body just enough for Steven’s eyes to shoot open, startled.
“Sorry!” he says, sitting up. His hair is terribly mussed, and there’s a flush to his cheeks. You feel your heart skip a beat. “It is getting late, isn’t it?” he says, trying to brush off what just happened. Then Steven glances at the decorative yet functional clock on the wall.
“Oh, bugger,” he says under his breath as he starts patting himself down and looking around the room.
“Lost something?” you ask, curious.
“My phone. Have you seen it?”
“Your room, maybe?” Steven starts toward it when you call after him. “What do you need it for?”
“Was going to call my mum,” Steven calls back to you, a little muffled by the distance and walls of his bedroom. He lets out a triumphant sound. “Found it!”
Steven’s mentioned in the past that he often talks with his mother, but you’ve never been around for an actual phone call before.
“Do you call your mom every day?” you ask when he returns to the living room, returning to his spot on the couch.
Steven stiffens. “Well…not every day… Just most days,” he finishes quietly, his face even more flushed than before. He doesn’t look at you as he slowly taps his phone screen.
You can guess why he’s suddenly more subdued.
“I think that’s sweet,” you say softly. “You must really love her.”
You’re a little jealous. Not of his mother, but of the fact he has one around to love and who must surely love him in return.
Steven easily meets your eye. “I do. She’s my mum, how could I not?” He bites his lip, still looking at you as he thinks something over. “Maybe you could…meet her…one day. If you want, that is. No pressure or anything.”
You open your mouth to answer, but Steven keeps going.
“Actually, know what? Never mind, that’s silly. I shouldn’t have—”
“Steven!” you exclaim as you lean forward to press a hand against his mouth, his lips awkwardly twisted mid-word under your palm. With Steven finally silenced, you say, “I’d love to meet your mother. If that’s what you want.”
You try not to think about how that isn’t normal: you meeting a baby’s family. A baby might talk about their family, but none of them have asked if you wanted to meet them and meld two different parts of their lives. It falls outside the bounds of a typical sugar mommy/baby relationship.
You’re not dating your babies, not really. Sure, you have fun with them—take care of them, kiss them, sleep with them—but at the end of the day, you’re paying them for their time and companionship.
It’s sex work, not a romantic partnership.
It should scare you that Steven wants to introduce you to his mother, of all people—arguably the most important person in his life. It’s a red flag, at the very least. For Steven, the lines between what your relationship is and isn’t is starting to blur.
“Really?” Steven asks disbelievingly when your hand falls from his face.
And maybe they’re starting to blur for you, too, because you say, “Yes, really.”
If only you could take a picture of the smile on his face at your words. You swear it’s the brightest you’ve ever seen.
Before you realize what’s happening, Steven’s hands are on your face, pulling you toward him. His lips crash into yours as you practically fall into his lap. In his excitement, the kiss lands awkwardly, reminiscent of the very first one the two of you shared.
Your hands scramble to find purchase, trying to save yourself from falling on Steven. One hand slots against his hip, but the other unfortunately lands right on Steven’s stomach, punching the air out of him and making him yelp.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, immediately crawling off him.
“It’s my fault,” Steven quickly says. “I just got a little…”
“Excited?” You can’t help but give a playful smirk, sending another flush across his cheeks.
“A bit, yeah,” he laughs. Once the two of you are settled back onto the couch, he asks, “Do you…want to sit in on my phone call? Give it a test run?”
The call with his mom. The person he wants to introduce you to, like showing off your sugar mommy to your actual mom is something people do on the regular.
But still, you say, “I’d love to. But don’t feel like you have to just because I’m here.” You can think about what this all means later, after the vacation. For now, you’ll enjoy spending time with Steven as he shares this piece of himself with you.
“I want you here,” Steven says without looking up from his phone, already pressing the button to call his mom.
“Voicemail,” he announces, sounding disappointed. He puts the phone on speaker anyway. “She travels a lot, so I shouldn’t be surprised that she doesn’t answer all my calls.”
You notice the message is just the default one, not even giving his mother’s name. Odd, but maybe she doesn’t know how to add it. Or maybe she just doesn’t care.
“Hello, mum!” Steven says brightly once the recording starts. “I’m here with my friend.” He says your name and motions for you to speak.
Unsure what to say, you end up repeating, “Hello, mum!”
It’s awkward, and you mentally kick yourself for letting that slip out—she’s certainly not your mother—but Steven only smiles.
“You won’t believe this town she’s taken me to in Germany. Have you ever been?”
You haven’t been in bed for long when you hear your door creak open. Looking over, you see someone hovering in the doorway.
“Steven?” you call, confused.
“Sorry. Did I wake you?” he asks, stepping just a foot inside the room. He’s in his pajamas—a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants.
“It’s fine. I haven’t even gotten the chance to fall asleep yet. Is something wrong?” You sit up, squinting at him in the dark. The only light streams through the windows from the full moon outside.
“Can I…sleep in here? With you?” He’s hesitant, and his shoulders are tense. Already prepared for rejection, yet persisting despite it.
Your heart starts beating a little faster. You’ve been together for a while now, but Steven has always slept in his bed whenever he stayed at your apartment. The most you’ve ever done is take cat naps curled up together on the couch.
While you’re sure Steven doesn’t intend on anything beyond actual sleeping, this is still new territory for the two of you.
“Of course you can, baby,” you say, perhaps sounding a little too eager as you flip the sheets open on the empty side of the bed.
When you look up, Steven is already at the side of the bed, ready to climb in. As you both settle in, facing each other, you’re tempted to ask what prompted this sudden desire to share a bed with you, but you hold off for now. You can ask in the morning.
“Your bonnet is nice,” Steven says softly as he looks you over. The pattern is nothing fancy, simply various leaves rendered in watercolor and printed onto the silk.
“Oh, thank you,” you laugh a little. He’s never seen you in it before. You only put it on when you’re in bed and take it off before you leave your bedroom when he’s over. “I’ll get you a matching one if you’d like.”
“You think it would suit me?” he asks, a playful smile on his face.
“I do. It might also help with your bedhead in the morning.” Steven’s curls are always a sight first thing in the morning before he gets ready for the day.
Steven laughs. “You’ll have to tell me why it’s such a good idea tomorrow, and I’ll think about it.”
Then, his hand moves around under the sheets. You’re confused, unsure of what he’s trying to do, until his hand bumps into yours.
Understanding now, you move your hand so he can hold it more easily.
“Night, love,” Steven sighs, closing his eyes, a small, lingering smile still on his face.
“Sweet dreams, baby.”
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Rockets Pointed Up at the Stars (Pt 2/2)
Part I
Despite what Phantom had implied, tracking down Batman wasn’t done in an instant.
Sure, they’d be back seconds after when they left. But with time travel in the mix, that could be hours or days apart. They’d already followed him back to his initial landing time, when Neanderthals were still around (and wow, was there a difference between factually knowing some people had been around since the dawn of humanity and physically seeing Vandal Savage in the flesh as a caveman). According to the trail left by Clockwork, the ghostly guardian of the timestream, they were getting close.
Apparently Bruce couldn’t make things easy and was also making jumps through time, which if left unchecked would cause the timeline collapse that Clockwork had recruited Phantom for. Specifically Phantom, as it turns out the thief that liked messing with him on weekends was also the Master of Space and the King of everything.
(Phantom insisted it was just a title, and he was only king of the Ghost Zone. It just so happened that the Ghost Zone was also known as the Infinite Realms, which contained every reality of every universe in existence.
And he’d won that title by defeating the previous ruler in single combat.
The High King had to scramble to catch Tim when his knees gave out at the realization that he had unknowingly gone toe to toe with someone who made Darkseid look like a toddler in a sandbox. What the fuck, Phantom.)
As of now, they were waiting for the actual Blackbeard’s ship to dock to investigate the fabled Black Pirate he supposedly fought a week ago, whose description matched Bruce’s. Phantom had gone to grab them something to eat while they waited in a tavern, leaving Tim to save his seat. If someone told him even a week ago that this was where he’d be, Tim would’ve interrogated them for hours to try to figure out what it meant.
But no, he was just sitting at a table in the 18th century, a medallion from the Master of Time hung around his neck, waiting for his hero-turned-king-gone-rogue to return with food while they waited for Blackbeard the legendary pirate to show up. Jason would probably kill to be here in his place.
Tim was broken out of his thoughts when Phantom returned, two bowls of soup in hand and balancing an additional plate of tough-looking bread on his forearm.
They’d been forced to ditch their masks when Puritans tried to have them hanged a century ago, now dressing in more accurate clothing to better blend in. Phantom had apologized for discovering Tim’s real name, going as far as to reveal his own secret identity: a black haired blue-eyed teen named Danny.
“Heads up, it’s gonna be either too salty or bland as wood. I’m pretty sure the cook wanted to strangle me for asking too many questions about the ingredients.”
Tim snorted, accepting his bowl, “Is that why we don’t get spoons?”
“Nah, the owner doesn’t trust customers to return the utensils. Drink from the bowl, though you might want to soak your bread if you don’t wanna pull a muscle chewing it.”
“Noted.” Tim dared to take a sip, mulling over the taste. It wasn’t anywhere near Alfred’s level, but a step above his own adventures in the kitchen before getting a hard ban post-pancake incident. It tasted closer to brine than soup, but it went surprisingly well with the bread.
Phantom hummed in pleasure, proving yet again that his standards for food consisted of ‘isn’t actively resisting consumption’. Tim could hardly judge him for it, seeing as his own bar wasn't much higher.
“So, I’d say we have an hour or two until our man arrives. Want to go over the plan again?”
Tim shrugged. “Unless it’s changed from ‘confirm Bruce was already here before following the nearest skip in time’, I think we’re good.”
Phantom nodded, silence falling over them as they ate their way through dinner. Tim kept an ear out for trouble, but the tavern was quite peaceful this time in the evening. It was likely to change once the Queen Anne's Revenge finished docking, but for now he’d savor the ambiance.
“Wanna play twenty questions?”
He blinked, refocusing on Phantom sitting across from him. “Huh?”
“I just figured it might pass the time. Twenty questions, no lies, though you can reject them if you don’t want to answer.”
Tim considered it before nodding, “Sure. How old are you?”
Phantom grinned, “Seventeen, same as you. Why Robin?”
“I wanted to help Batman after the previous one died. Nobody else would intervene, so I stepped in. Why Phantom?”
“Okay, hear me out…it’s a pun.”
Tim paused, gesturing for him to elaborate.
“Before I was half-ghost, my last name was Fenton. So as a ghost, Danny Fenton became—”
“Danny Phantom,” Tim groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were subtle.”
“Hey, nobody expects the dead guy to moonlight as a living person. Sunlight? Whatever. Favorite hobbies?”
“Photography and skateboarding. Favorite power?”
“Ooh, that’s a hard one. I’d have to say flight. Nothing beats flying at night. Sexuality?”
Tim spluttered, making Phantom laugh as he blushed. “What the heck?!”
“Hey, you can always skip,” the asshole offered.
“No, it just caught me off guard. I’m bi. You?”
“Pan. And trans, while we’re at it. Ghosts can shapeshift, so I got a perfect transition at the low cost of death.”
Tim snorted, “Death is an ally.”
“Absolutely, it comes for us all,” he winked. “If you had a single power, what would it be?”
“Something so I wouldn’t need to sleep. I can manage otherwise. What determines the things you take?”
Phantom grinned, “Once a detective. But seriously, I just aim for things that look cool and won’t be missed too much. Some people will kick up a fuss over their trash if they think it’s worth stealing. Thoughts on soulmates?”
He stopped, some part of him catching on how serious the otherwise silly sounding question was phrased. As if the way he answered this could mean life or death. “You mean, a couple acting like they’re made for each other?”
“Ah, I wasn’t sure whether you had them in your universe. On my Earth, everyone is born with some kind of connection to at least one other person. Shared thoughts, a timer countdown to the time they first meet, stuff like that. Platonic or romantic, they were called soulmates.”
“So…someone you’re destined to meet and get along with? Is it magic based?”
A nod. “Humanity’s done research but they haven’t concluded on that yet. I asked an Ancient whose domain was centered around it, and they said it was determined by a soul’s resonance. I don’t know the specifics, but something about how all souls that resonate a certain way are born with soulmarks, so that they have an easier time finding each other. There are studies about how soulmates tend to understand each other easier, but other than that there’s no empirical proof that they’re different from any other relationship.”
Tim considered it. What it might’ve been like, to be told the second he met Dick that fateful night at the circus, ‘this boy will permanently alter the course of your life’. To have been able to approach Batman that first time, point to his wrist, and automatically be listened to instead of resorting to blackmail. How much easier it would have been to avoid the misunderstandings that defined their whole family.
Then again, it would be just his luck to have been born in that world and not have any soul connections to the Wayne family, making him work twice as hard for the same level of trust. Or to be born without resonance at all, and be left knowing that he was truly beyond reach. What would that do to him, in a society where people could point at the worst criminals and say ‘even that monster has someone they love’? To be soulmates with a genuinely terrible person?
“It sounds like a mixed blessing,” Tim said, meeting Danny’s gaze directly. “I would love to have someone like that by my side, and I’d be terrified of being defined by it.”
Danny leaned back, wearing a self-deprecating smile that Tim was quickly learning to recognize. “Yeah, that’s fair. Your turn.”
“What…what is your personal experience with soulmates? If I’m allowed to ask.”
He hissed out a breath through his teeth. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought you’d say.”
“I can ask something else?”
Danny waved a hand in dismissal. “I’ll answer, just lemme figure out how to put it.”
“I’ll return our dishes while you think through what you want to say.” Tim stood with his empty bowl, easily accepting the other bowl and plate as they were handed to him.
Walking back, Tim cataloged the people hanging around the tavern. A group of friends huddled around a dozen plates, decked out in gear that made it look like they just finished having some grand adventure. The bartender, a sly smile on her face as a drunken man clumsily flirted with his own wife. The cook instructing a boy to retrieve the dishes from Tim, sending a calculating glance in Danny’s direction before nodding at Tim and turning back to the fire.
Tim didn’t spend a lot of time in public anymore. His fame attracted far too much attention now that the press could consistently recognize him. But maybe once things settled back down again, he’d try civilian life again. There was something different about living alongside the people he worked to save, instead of far above looking down.
By the time he returned to his seat, Danny looked ready to talk.
“My soulmate rejected me when we were little.”
Tim blinked. “You can do that?”
“Ah…sorta? Depending on the connection, one side can choose to shut it down. Mine let us exchange messages. I was a dumb kid, and sent out a ton every day to try and get any kind of response that they were out there. They got sick of it and blocked me.” Danny laughed, but it wasn't very funny.
“I’m sorry. That sounds awful.”
“Don’t be. I annoy everyone—it was only a matter of time before I did something to chase them away.”
“Would you stop doing that?”
Danny blinked, tilting his head in silent question.
“Look, I get that you went through a lot of shit before coming to Gotham. But you keep acting like it’s a given that everyone you meet will be awful to you, and it sucks to hear you talk like that when I’m having fun with you. It wasn't your fault, so stop claiming credit for it. If I can’t justify losing Robin, you can’t justify being abandoned.”
“...alright then.” Danny huffed, folding his arms and pouting. “Neither of us can talk shit about ourselves.”
The twinkle in his eyes was enough for Tim to know he got through to him.
— - —
Tim leaned up against a fence in the Wild West, shifting uncomfortably in his dust coated clothes. Danny was perched beside him, smugly radiating a cool breeze that may very well have been the only thing keeping Tim upright in the summer sun.
“There’s too much sunlight here, it’s unnatural.”
“That’s just your Gothamite showing, city-boy.”
“Fuck off.”
Danny’s laughter had become a staple of the past few days spent traveling through history. In turn, Tim found himself happier than he’d been in ages, making sarcastic comments about anything that caught his eye in an attempt to get Danny to laugh more.
So far, he’d yet to fail to bring at least a smile to the other’s face.
Right now they were in the late 19th century, following rumors that Bruce had somehow crossed paths with Vandal Savage again. It was bordering on ridiculous, and a part of Tim wondered if this was why the legendary criminal stayed well away from Gotham waters. He was going to have to ask Bruce what was up with that after this whole mess was over.
“So,” Danny started, leaning closer to him. “Have any plans for when we’re back in modern day?”
Tim shrugged, “I see a lengthy report to Batman, hours spent explaining everything he missed while he was gone. I swear I’ll be up all week helping him catch up.”
A snort. “I meant about Robin. No offense, but you looked miserable in your new costume.”
He paused. He hadn’t quite processed the knowledge that bringing Bruce back wouldn’t also bring back his role as Robin. It was obvious whenever he actually thought about it, but to him Bruce coming home was still synonymous to going back to how things were before he was lost in time.
“I don’t know…Red Robin was just supposed to be temporary. It was one of Red Hood’s old aliases, not really mine.”
Danny turned to him. “Do you want a new one? If you decide now, we can lay the basis for some local legend to act as future inspiration for the new title.”
Tim elbowed him, “We aren’t messing with the timeline to establish lore for my new identity.”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun! I did it back in my original world, there’s ancient frescos of me winning chariot races and everything.”
“How are you and Clockwork still on speaking terms?”
“Oh, he totally finds it as funny as I do. He just has to pretend to be serious all the time so the Observants don’t crack down on him for shirking his duties.”
“You’re a bad influence on the embodiment of time,” Tim concluded with wide eyes.
A wide grin stretched across Danny’s face as he lied through his teeth. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“How did you even—he’s millennia older than you!”
“Counterparts, remember? It’s not a soul bond, but it’s easy to see ourselves in each other. Besides, time is relative; he's like a weird grandpa-uncle-cousin.”
Tim shook his head, but couldn’t quite force down the laughter in his lungs.
“Hey, I know for a fact I’m not the only bad influence here. No matter how much you claim that sleep is for the dead, I’m physical proof against that.”
“Whatever. You know when the next jump is?”
Danny tilted his head, as if listening for something only meant for his ears. “If Bats already came through here, there’s only two big timesinks left he could be in. Either sometime in the 20th century, or in a designated Vanishing Point.”
“Vanishing Point?”
“Yeah, it’s something of a collaboration between the Observants, Clockwork, and Ghost Writer. Each universe has an archive set right around its eventual heat death. It’s like an empty room in a video game with props the devs left in to keep the system running after inadvertently designing the whole code in reference to a lemon.”
“I…never mind. Why would Batman be there?”
“Oh, ‘cause he’s traveling through time without one of these,” Danny tapped Tim’s chest, right where his Time Medallion lay under his shirt. “They’re designed to safely disperse the energy gained each time we make a jump, among other things. Otherwise we’d just be building up enough to wipe the timeline from existence. Or something like that, I wasn’t really paying attention.”
Tim suddenly realized that this was what his former teammates meant when they complained about him executing strategies without explaining his thought process first. He still stood by his stance that it was more effective to explain things as they happened, but he was developing a new sense of empathy for them.
“Okay. Batman is a time-charged universe level bomb threat, and is getting funneled into the Backrooms so he blows up with everything else in existence. What can we do to stop that?”
Danny blinked. “Sorry, I thought it was obvious. I already carry a medallion with me wherever I go, so I was just gonna have you put the spare Clocky gave me on him to filter it out.”
Yep. This was karma for never giving people the full story behind any of his plans.
“I’m going to need you to go over everything we need to do when we get to this Vanishing Point. Twice.”
“Okie doke! So I’m gonna leave you with my spare medallion to help Bats while I throw down with Darkseid’s hyper-dimensional mind slave he sent after him to ensure his demise—”
Gift baskets. Tim owed so many people gift baskets for putting up with his bullshit.
— - —
When Tim found him, Danny was perched on the same apartment building they’d last met on.
His hood was down, freeing his flaming white hair to burn without heat in the night. His face was turned towards the sky, looking for all like he was somehow stargazing in spite of the thick smog that blanketed the city. It would’ve made for a stunning picture, if not for how soul crushingly lonely the scene felt.
Danny startled when Tim’s grappling hook latched onto the rooftop beside him. The halfa was quick to brighten upon seeing Tim down below, scooting over to make room for him as he reeled in the line and pulled himself up.
“Fancy meeting you here, Detective.”
Tim huffed, readjusting his utility belt. “The others won’t stop pestering me about how Batman was brought back when I shouldn’t have access to any time travel devices. It’s a miracle I was even able to get out of the Batcave without getting smothered.”
“You didn’t tell them about me?”
“You didn’t want them to know.”
Danny looked stunned. He physically shook himself out of it, a glowing green blush rising to his cheeks as he turned away. “Thanks.”
Tim absentmindedly nodded as he smoothly slipped a black marker from his belt while Danny was distracted. This had the potential to either go very smoothly or backfire completely, but it had to be done to sate his curiosity. Now that Bruce was home and he’d gotten the time to think over their conversations, pieces had started to align in his head. It was just a matter of taking the leap and confirming it for himself.
Reaching up to his own cheek, Tim wrote in practiced motions, focusing on the thought of sending it through to whoever was on the other side.
Danny jumped, hand slapping to his own cheek as he whipped his head around to stare at Tim in open shock. He shrugged sheepishly.
“Your description of soulmates was familiar. Between that and the cloak, I really should’ve put it together sooner.”
“You’re…not mad?”
Tim shifted, stashing the marker back in its rightful place. “I wish I knew sooner. I never meant to hurt you—Batman was getting on my case about the writing on my arms being recognizable in costume, and I never thought to wonder why it was happening in the first place.”
Danny shook his head, a wet chuckle escaping his lips. “You couldn’t have known. It would’ve freaked anyone out, getting messages from a different universe on their skin.”
“Neither did you. Know, I mean. Me blocking the connection was never on you.”
“Well…”
“I mean it.”
“Fine, fine. So…does that mean…?”
Tim carefully reached out his hands to grasp onto his soulmate’s, intertwining their fingers. It was remarkable how easily they fit together. “I don’t know if it’s romantic or not, but I’m willing to give it a try if you are.”
Danny collapsed forward into Tim’s arms. He could hardly make out the muffled affirmative, but the message was crystal clear. Leaning down to set his chin on the top of Danny’s head, he let himself savor this moment.
Tomorrow, he could beg Danny to experiment with the extent of their bond. They could talk about new ideas for his hero name, and Danny could get another shot at convincing him to go on a worldwide anti-multi-billionaire tour. The two of them had potentially forever to work out this newfound aspect of their relationship.
For the time being, Tim relaxed back against a chain link fence with his soulmate in his arms, the word ‘BOO’ scribbled in black marker across both their faces.
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And that's a wrap! There's definitely room for more, but these were the all the scenes I wanted to cover ^-^
I think in this universe, Danny and Tim end up working as a slightly morally grey hero duo. They go global for a bit, Tim wanting to train under more people to better keep up with Danny (who follows along invisibly as backup). This eventually gets the attention of Ra's, and you can imagine how that goes XD
They're a bit overly attached; neither of them really have a healthy sense of boundaries, which causes a bit of conflict here and there. Tim is the one that insists on taking breaks to avoid becoming too codependent, which only really results in them deepening the soul bond to a ridiculous degree. Ironically it's during this that Tim discovers how he can send pressure marks through to Danny, who immediately converts it to morse code (oops).
Thanks for reading!
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#dp x dc fanfic#danny phantom#tim drake#red robin#brain dead#rejected soulmate au#danny x tim#my fic#complete#gonna be honest I planned to stop at part I#but it felt incomplete so I threw together a bunch of scenes I wanted to see between them#pacing is for people with time
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“After months of not seeing your boyfriend, you longed for his touch. Talking on the phone every other day was not enough. You just needed him here with you and so did he”
genre - fluff
pairing - idol_yunho x non idol_ fem reader
warnings - absolutely none
It was really hard, for a person like you, to be away from the person you love. You knew for a fact, what you were getting yourself into, when Yunho finally brought up the ‘dating’ thing. But at the time, he was still around, so you thought it wouldn’t be so hard.
But now that he’s been away, traveling the world with his friends, you realized that it was really hard. You both tried your best on communicating either through phone calls, texts or face times a few times a week, but it always felt like it was not nearly enough.
And now that the time has come for him to come back home, the excitement was something you couldn’t hide, even if you tried. With the excitement came and the fears, that maybe something has changed. What if he fell in love with someone while being away. No, that wouldn’t happen.
You stood in an empty hallway, at the boys’ dorm, waiting by the door of the apartament where Jongho is staying. He hurt himself while on tour, so he had to come back and rest. But he couldn’t really rest properly, cause you were always coming over to terrorize him in a friendly manner. Your only friend was on a business trip, so you had no one except Jongho to annoy.
You typed into the keypad to unlock the door and entered the apartment. You struggled a little taking your shoes off with one hand, as the other one held a bag of fresh and warm meals.
“Who is this?” you heard Jongho’s voice coming from his room.
“Y/l/n Y/n is here with a delivery”
With that you headed towards the room, occupied by the man. As you stepped inside, you were greeted by Jongho comfortably sprawled on the bed, with a game controller in his hands.
“Brought some food” you showed him the bag full of warm prepped meal as he paused the game and placed his controller on the bedside table and started rubbing his palms together.
“What did you make for me today?”
“japchae, was feeling a little lazy. Will make something more for the boys when they’re back” you place the bag on the bed and quickly sprint over to the kitchen area to grab a bowl and chopsticks for him to eat with. As you’re back, you unpack the food, shake the noodles out into the bowl and hand him the food.
“It’s so weird seeing you cook everyday. Back in the days I thought you never cooked, only survived on instant noodles and coffee like us” Jongho implied as he slurped on the noodles.
“It’s crazy how a lack of socialization can change a person”
“Scary” he remarked as you sat down on the bed, just a little further away from his injured leg.
“How’s your leg”
“Could be better, but look, I’m getting fresh meals made personally for me by my parents and you” he smiled after munching on the noodles.
“I think we’re spoiling you too much” you admitted, as he only scoffed and pretended not to have heard your words.
“Yunho hyung is coming back, you gotta be crazy excited”
“Yes, I might look calm and collected on the outside, but inside I’m screaming and kicking my feet in the air out of excitement” You smiled, as a huge grin appeared on your face.
When he was done with eating, you took the dishes and the trash over to the kitchen. Scrubbing the plate and chopsticks clean, you set them aside and went over to the fridge to see if there was anything edible. But there was barely anything. A half-eaten kimchi container, a couple of bottles of water, sauces, pastes, barely any fresh produce.
“I’m gonna order some food, do you want anything?”, you peeked through the door gap to Jongho’s room, as he was already back to playing games.
“Snacks, anything will do” he replied, eyes not leaving the tv screen.
“got it” you made your way back to the kitchen and started making the ingredient list. When you were done with the list, you made the order and tippy toed to the living room. Plopping yourself onto the couch, you turned on the tv and opened netflix to watch something, as the groceries were estimated to be delivered in approximately 2 hours.
As the hours passed, you had watched two full episodes of The House drama and fetched the order from the delivery guy. Placing the groceries into their designated places, you glanced over at your phone, a new notification had popped up, a message from the groupchat of you and the boys.
“We’ve landed, will be home soon” a message sent by Yunho. You sent a ‘like’ reaction and immediately got to work. Unpacking the sealed container of meat, chopping it and setting it aside.
“You need any help” Jongho made his way over to you, with help of the crutches.
“You can prep the veggies?”
“Okay” Struggling a little with the crutches, he sat down on a chair at the dining table and you gave him a cutting board, knife, a few bowls and then various types of vegetables.
“What are you going to make?” Jongho asked, while preparing to cut the onions.
“Kimchi bokkeumbap. The kimchi in the fridge has gotten sour, that just calls for bokkeumbap” You exclaimed as you went back to preparing the remaining parts of the dish.
In roughly an hour, the dish was almost completed, only needing a few final touches added. When everything was done, you set the table with necessary eating utensils and sat down next to Jongho.
‘I’m going over to Yunho’s room, gonna chill there until he’s back” You inform the boy as you lift yourself off the seat and make your way out of the apartament.
Once you sneaked into his room, you jumped onto his bed and buried your face into the pillow, screaming your lungs out. You did not tell him you would be here. Only told him you’d meet him the next day. What a successful liar.
Excited, you laid on your back, impatiently waiting for the man. But thoughts like ‘what if he walks into the room with some random girl holding his hand’ kept popping up. No, the boys would slaughter him right away.
As you were deep deep into your thoughts you heard someone typing into the lock. Your heart stopped for a moment. This is it, you thought. The door opened and someone walked in. After taking their shoes off they started walking into the direction of the room.
“Oh, Y/n” Yeosang waved across the room, looking tired, but happy. You did not reply to anything, but pressed your index finger against your lips and Yeosang immediately understood, walking back to his room like nothing happened. Moments later you heard another set of footsteps approaching, that had to be him. So you quickly hid under the cover and waited patiently. As Yunho stepped into the room, he approached the bed and swung the luggage, placing it directly on your legs. The man was still clueless as he unzipped his luggage and started unpacking, tossing the used clothes on the ground and useful stuff on the bed.
As he finished with stuff he put away the luggage and headed to load the washing machine.
“Is he that stupid, huh?” you thought to yourself, as it was getting harder to stay under the covers. It was starting to get really hot and unbearable to breathe.
“Everyone’s gathering at Jongho’s” you heard Yeosang talking to Yunho, who was coming back to the room. There was a hint of playfulness in the man’s voice, as he figured that Yuhno was still clueless of your presence.
Yunho found his way over to the bed, to put away the remaining stuff lying on the bed. As he was picking them up, the realization hit him. The bed was made uneven. So he reached for the covers and dragged them down, revealing you laying there with a biggest grin splashed all over your face.
“Y/N!” His face lit up, “Come here baby” He immediately pulled you into a warm and longing hug. You wrapped your hands around his waist and rested your cheek on his chest, finally being able to feel his touch, his scent.
“I missed you so much”
“I missed you too baby” He cooed, resting his chin on your head, his hands drawing circles on your back.
“let’s go, I made dinner, we shouldn’t make the guys wait for too long” You escaped his hold and jumped off the bed. Slipping into your slippers, you were about to head out, but he got a hold of your hand and pulled you back over to him.
“you forgot something” His arms snaked around your waist, securing you in his hold, as you stood there, confused.
“what is it?” you fluttered your eyelashes, looking up to the tall man. No single clue in your mind, nothing.
“What do you think it is”
You stood there, lost in your thoughts when it finally dawned on you. So you tilted up on your toes and leaned in to kiss him. Yunho smiled against your lips, happy that you finally caught on. As you pulled away, your faces stayed inches away from each other. You gazed into his sparkly brown eyes, wanting to stay like this forever, but his plan was different. It wasn’t enough, he traced his fingers over the side of your face, your lips parted as his thumb gently brushed over your bottom lip. His hand found its way under your chin, tilting your head up,as his lips connected to yours. Your heartbeat increased radically and your breath quickened. Yunho let out a low groan, as you draped your hands around his neck and let your tongue glide past his lips, immersing yourself even more into the kiss.
“love ya” he pulled away, to catch his breath and gave a quick peck on your forehead. “we can go now” , taking you by your hand, he walked you out of the apartament, to meet with the rest of the group.
A/n first but not last oneshot for yunho/ateez. I used to write a lot on wattpad for western artists, but wattpad is not fun anymore, so I'mma stay on here. Might write some smut later on. I will gladly write for other members, like Jongho, cause he be having very little fics.You can always request a member, for me to write for.
#yunho#jeong yunho#ateez#fluff#jongho#yunho x reader#jeong yunho x reader#ateez x reader#yunho fluff
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More Fun
Idol Ateez x Fem Reader
Requested!
tw: poly relationship, yandere behaviour
note: hi everyone! i keep saying this blog is all fluff but look at me go *sigh* also it's been a while since i write something again so forgive me for errors and stuff. This can be seen as a continuation for the unexpectedly popular oneshot have fun but it can be read as a stand alone. this is messy and kind of chaotic like my current state of mind. Enjoy the read!
The room filled with silence as they all stared at their respective devices. The red mark with your name on it hasn’t been moving from the same location for hours in the tracker that all of them have installed.
Worried was an understatement. They were about to lose their minds if you weren’t home that instant. The immense pain and exhaustion from travelling started taking a toll on them and seeing how you were nowhere to be found in the dorm made things worse.
“She’s near the main road, should I go get her?” San looked up from his phone and looked around. He noticed how Seonghwa, Yunho and Wooyoung were quietly unpacking their extremely late dinner with deep frowns on their faces. Their usual soft smiles and random remarks were nowhere to be seen.
Mingi stood up all of sudden. “I’ll be in my room.” And walked off without another word. Jongho watched as the male walked off and sighed when the door slammed shut. “He’s not going to come out and eat until she comes back. Are we just going to let that happen?” At that, Yeosang then offered to go get you as well. since the tracker showed that you’ve been at that exact place for a while now, it won't be long.
The thought of something might have happened to you was circulating in their heads. And the fact that they could have forced you to come along but you reasoned with how you prefer to stay back. They agreed because love makes you do stupid things and this was the result of it. None of them like the outcome one bit.
“Can someone say something?!” San burst out. Hongjoong finally stopped boring holes into his phone as he glared at San. “We texted that we’re coming home. She should have known what to do. Wait for us and not go anywhere.”
San looked away from him knowing that Hongjoong is upset with what has happened. It was avoidable but they love you and agreed to let you do things as you please from time to time. But it seemed like you’ve breached their trust.
Everyone gathered around and checked the tracker once more. Their eyes instantly lit up. The mark was moving. You were coming home to them. To your rightful place. All eyes glued to the tracker, their eyes gleamed as they watched your movement from their respective phones.
“I’m calling dibs on her tonight.” Wooyoung eyes sparkled as he watched you nearing the unit. “She’s not food.” Seonghwa’s reply made the younger one look at him with much annoyance. The atmosphere was getting lighter as they anticipated your return. But the way their leader behaved, each one of them dropped their smiles as their eyes darkened once more.
You had a content smile plastered on your face as you walked towards the dormitory. There was a college gathering earlier and you were glad that you went even when it was a last minute decision. You enter the unit and freeze on the spot when you see the amount of shoes at the entrance. They’re home? You quickly took your phone out and gulped at the number of unread messages from your boyfriends. You were definitely screwed.
Taking off your shoes quietly, you went through the possible scenarios in your head. As you were about to head over to the living area, you bumped into something solid. Looking up, your eyes met with Mingi’s piercing ones. This was worse than you had imagined. “You’re late.” His voice felt heavier than usual and you know that you messed up big time because his endearment to you was not used.
You wanted to smile at the sight of him being home but ended up frowning when those sharp words hit you. “I know, I lost track of time. Did all of you just arrive?” You crane your neck to see who else was there but it was challenging with the way he was blocking you.
“We waited for you but you didn’t respond to any of us at all.” Mingi said as he followed you to the space where everyone gathered around. You felt him leaning closer to your ear and held in your breath.
“San almost risked his idol image to go get you. Don’t you feel guilty, princess?”
Your heart thumped at his words and instead of feeling guilty, you were ecstatic by the thought of them wanting to do anything just to see you. “Come here jagiya, you must be tired.” You heard Mingi click his tongue behind you when Yeosang called you over all of a sudden. Happily you went to sit in front of him as he casually wrapped his arms around you.
But you totally forgot the fact that he only does that when he’s upset. Being clingy and needing to hold onto you until he’s all better because the usual Yeosang won’t even touch you in front of others. Not even in front of the members so this was a very unusual thing.
“I’m sorry for coming home late, everyone.” You apologised seeing how none of them had greeted you. Yeosang’s hands were there for you to ease your nervousness as you played with them while waiting for any response from the rest.
Wooyoung did not bother to look at you and started eating, Yunho and San followed suit. It hurts of course but you try not to think too much of it. They travelled far and came home feeling accomplished yet tired. It was only natural to eat and gain back some energy and wanting to see their lover. But said lover was nowhere to be seen when they arrived which had them even more on edge.
“Where were you?” Glancing over to Hongjoong, you carefully answered him. “There was a reunion, I went for a bit…” He continued to stare at you, trying to find any fault in your words or actions. And he did.
“Who gets flowers at a reunion?” Seonghwa, who was busy counting the bubbles in his glass, turned to look at you at once. A number of flowers rested on your lap. Everyone was too busy looking and observing your face that the flowers were only now being noticed.
“Oh this,” a small smile found its way on your face. “Everyone gets a stalk but I happened to get a whole bunch. It’s nothing really.” Yeosang glared at the red petals that managed to fall on the floor as he curled your hair over your ear.
“If it’s nothing then why did our girlfriend get a whole bouquet?”
It was a dead end on your side. If you tell, you won’t be the only one in trouble and if you lie, who knows what awaits you then. Seonghwa reached out for the flowers from where he was and stood up immediately. You watched as he turned the flowers left and right as if to find something.
“I’ll go put this in our room, Hongjoong. You can go get it later, sweetheart.” He gave you a knowing look before leaving as the leader hummed in response and eyed you. Seeing you unable to be snappy and quick to fight back excites him. He likes it when you fight back but this side of you was even more entertaining to him. Jongho passed a plate your way without a word and Yeosang had stopped holding you altogether as he moved to sit next to you instead. It’s dumb and obvious but you had to ask.
“Are you guys still upset with me? I’m sorry okay, I didn’t plan to go but seeing how you were arriving pretty late I thought of going out to meet them for a bit and come home.”
“But look who came home late instead.”
Wooyoung finally spoke with a disappointed look to which you frowned in return. “It’s not like you can’t tell where I am.” You mumbled angrily. Both Wooyoung and Hongjoong looked so offended that San quickly hugged you as a reflex, making sure your head was covered.
“Enough! She's going to cry if you keep this up.” You slowly leaned away from his chest and peered at everyone. All eyes were definitely on you now.
“And you,” San suddenly cupped your face and observed you with knitted brows. “Be home before us or else this won't happen. Understand?”
“But you know where i go!”
“But we don’t know who you’re with. Everyone, she smelled like men's cologne. I didn’t want to say it but I guess I have to now.” Mingi explained as if that information will help ease the situation. You knew he was leaning earlier to have a whiff of scent around you, he always does that to your neck out of habit.
“Doll, I’m not letting you off this time. I know I said to have fun but you had too much fun while we’re gone. Come straight to my room after this.” Hongjoong said as if he memorised those words just to use at this very moment. There were no protests or signs of dissatisfaction from the others except you.
Throwing your head back, you groaned in annoyance. Deep down you didn’t mind it at all. Even if it was Jongho or Mingi who said the same thing, you honestly looked forward to it. Knowing that not only you who are obsessed with them but them to you was like winning a trophy.
Yunho chuckled and patted your head. “Good luck baby, you’ll need it for later.” You could only pout back when suddenly a pair of chopsticks was right in front of your face. You looked weirdly at Wooyoung and he rolled his eyes. “I’m still mad at you babe.” You huffed and took a bite before leaning back to San and curling up to his chest.
They had fun touring around as they track your whereabouts from across the globe. And you had your fair share of excitement while waiting for them to come home. It’s very twisted but you like it. You all do.
#ateez oneshots#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez x reader#poly ateez#atz x reader#atz imagines#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#choi san#mingi#wooyoung#jongho#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop oneshots
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I can no longer stay silent.
I always feel bad for venting out loud, whether it be publicly or to my Twitter circle (which I have been doing a lot lately, and I’m sorry if it’s been distressing (…my point exactly)). But things have not been ok, nor have shown any significant chances of getting better anytime soon. I know I’m gonna be beating myself up later for posting this, but I’m sick and tired and I can’t stay quiet. I’m desperate for change.
For those who don’t know, Winter’s family (and job) has been severely mentally and emotionally abusing her, and it’s not just because of her gender identity. They’ve threatened and harassed her over her showing any negative emotions, her body, her interests, the food she eats, you name it. Granted, it’s not my tale to tell, but it has been BAD as of late for her, and it definitely has affected me. I might be going through some similar stuff with my dad, but he’s nothing compared to them.
Speaking of, for those who don’t know about my dad, he’s a slightly better version of Winter’s parents; a well-intended asshole but still an asshole. He has caused me to question my sanity and safety several times, and he refuses to acknowledge my anxiety as anything serious, and believes it’s something I can easily control and/or an act I put on. He’s been trying to pull me into college even though I’ve told him several times that I don’t want to, and he’s told me several times that if I don’t follow his advice then I’m only gonna end up nowhere. He certainly doesn’t believe anything regarding Winter’s situation either, and views it all with rose-tinted glasses.
He also demands to know my entire schedule for the week, that I laugh at his jokes or smile when I don’t want to; and he even touches my shoulders and back without my consent, and he’ll get mad when I express my discomfort. I was dreading having to move back in with him because I knew this would all be happening, only for it to be so much worse. I don’t even feel comfortable recording when he’s home because I’m afraid of him yelling and/or making fun of me. And yet, it’s funny and sad how he’s an absolute saint compared to Winter’s family.
Winter and I have been breaking our backs trying to save up for a new home, but our jobs have been cruel to us on top of our families. We’re being overworked and underpaid, and a good chunk of our paychecks goes towards food and travel expenses. And while we’ve been trying our best to push our comms, we’re still a far way from freedom.
I don’t ever want to come off as a beggar for money, attention, etc., and I feel anxious whenever I boost my comms because of that, and yet I also feel like that’s exactly what I’m doing here. But I need to be transparent with you all about my and Winter’s situation. I am truly afraid that one of might truly snap, with the little remaining of our sanity vanishing in an instant. Tbh I feel like that person is more likely to be me than her.
Regardless, I’m unsure of what else to do right now other than to keep boosting commissions and whatnot (and I might make a Ko-Fi goal too, idk), but I want to keep finding affective (and healthy) ways to spread awareness of our situation and help bring us a few steps closer to where we want to be.
I know I’ve said that I feel like I’m waiting for a miracle that won’t come, but maybe you all could help us bring that miracle to life. Thank you all for taking time out of your day to read this and support us.
I will be attaching links to my comms and Ko-Fi, as well as Winter’s. If you have any questions or would like to consider commissioning us, feel free to DM or Email either of us.
TLDR: Winter and I are being abused. We're desperate to leave our perspective toxic environments, and we need some extra help.
My Commissions | My Ko-Fi | Winter's Commissions | Winter's Ko-Fi
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Audio Drama Sunday - 12th November ✨
I’ve LOVED everything that’s touched my ears this week. Going to start this round up with a brand new instant favourite 🧡
🧳 Travelling Light (1) we all knew that whatever @monstrousproductions ’s next venture was, it would be bloody brilliant but Travelling Light is so far up my street, it’s parked in my drive. I LOVE wholesome sci-fi and this show promises to be that and more. I can’t wait for the next episode! 🥰
👁️ @malevolentcast (37) we’re on a farm! and it’s bloody horrible!!! Poor Oscar, man. If God did bring him to Arthur then God has a funny little sense of humour.
🌒 @monkeymanproductions I finally found time to listen to the Jaxon bonus episode and it was so lovely 🥺 I love the pair of them so much and it was so nice learn more about the past while hearing their plans for the future! I also can’t wait to hear the next one!!
🏛 @the-mistholme-museum UNCERTAIN. Unlike the head of retrieval, I am a big fan of time travel shit and it was done in such a fun way in this episode. The security issue has become even more of a mystery!! Part of me can’t wait to get to the bottom of it and part of me doesn’t want the show to end 😅
🧛♂️ @re-dracula It’s over!! I never would have made it through the dailies without this wonderful audio experience. A huge congrats to the cast and crew for all their hard work!!
🐬 @patterspod I listened to the glow while cycling into work yesterday and it was great but it sure set me up in a strange mood for the day ahead
🌨️ HELL YEAH @thewhitevault (2). Let’s explore how humans contribute to the horrors. This whole situation in the woods is horrifying and one of my absolute favourite things about this show is how natural the acting is, it’s all too believable and it makes it so much scarier.
Hope everyone has had a good week!! I’m planning on trying to finish Wolf 359 next week… I don’t know if I’m emotionally ready!!
#audio drama#audio drama sunday#travelling light#malevolent#re dracula#finding pattersby#moonbase theta out#the white vault#mistholme#the mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality
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Can I request Joel miller x plus!size reader. I was thinking the reader could be Ellie’s older sister and the reader is immune like Ellie and she is very protective of her sister so when they hand them over to Joel and Tess she doesn’t trust them the reader is mean to them at first let’s just say Joel develops a crush on the reader while they are heading to find Joel’s brother Tommy maybe Joel confesses his feelings when they settled in the little town Tommy was living in and the reader feels the same.
can't help falling in love—Joel Miller x Williams!plus size!f!reader
summary: after everything you've been through together, Joel comes to realize just how much you mean to him.
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You’ve warned Ellie from day one of Marlene and the other Fireflies finding the two of you that this plan is a disaster waiting to happen. You’ve made your opinion well-known. But in the end, it was her choice. You weren’t about to deprive her of making her own decisions.
You knew she’d agree to travel across country with two random smugglers.
The thought alone gave you anxiety, so you simply told Marlene that you’d be joining Ellie. Harsh words were exchanged, insults were casually shouted, until Marlene surrendered and agreed to have you go with Ellie.
How could you not? This was your baby sister. And the secret that united the two of you ran deeper than anyone could ever imagine.
Marlene was the only one who knew about your shared immunity. It was beyond peculiar—and now life-threatening as well—which meant it had to remain a secret. During these uncertain times, people would kill for a speck of food, maybe even less. Who knows what they’d do if they’d hear that there are people immune to the deadly infection that destroyed the world walking around.
Then you met the two smugglers, Tess and Joel. They were a pretty rugged couple, harsh and just as against the idea as you were, but since the three of you adults were on the same page, you agreed to the plan.
“We’re a package deal, Ellie and I,” you said upon first meeting them. “Wherever she goes, I go.”
“And just so we’re clear, you’re okay with delivering your little sister to a swarm of Fireflies somewhere upstate?” Tess asked.
You hesitated, accidentally meeting Joel’s eyes. “No,” you replied, to which he made a gesture to reveal his I-told-you thoughts to Tess. “But it’s something Ellie chose, so we’re gonna do it.”
“Lettin’ a kid make his own choices in a goddamn apocalypse isn’t gonna get you very far,” Joel commented.
Your eyes narrowed at him. It was instant distrust, but not in his intentions. Oddly enough, you felt like he’d be the type of person to get the job no matter what. No, you simply didn’t trust his judgement when it came to fourteen year old girls. What could he know about that?
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion,” you retorted, grabbing Ellie’s hand. “Let’s go.”
“Do I get a say in this?” she asked. “I thought you were gonna let me make my own choices.”
“You had your say. Now let’s go.”
You weren’t concerned about being unlikable or not befriending them. Your baby sister’s life was far more important than two strangers who also wanted something in exchange for Ellie’s delivery. Surprise, surprise.
But it’s how the world functioned. Always has been, not just post-outbreak. You never worried about the petty little things that might’ve bothered you once. Once upon a time, maybe you would’ve felt awkward standing next to Tess, who was tall and feisty and slender, and you were far curvier. Now, you didn’t give a shit. Surviving was a priority, not worrying about how your shirt fits. And over time, you grew more than comfortable with your own body. You were just as great as Tess. Comparison had no place there.
Ironically or not, you and Ellie befriended Tess along the way. It was easier to talk to her, perhaps on the account of being three ladies traveling together. Joel always remained in the back, quiet and grumpy, and honestly, you were thankful for that. There was something inherently curious about him that made you—let’s say not his biggest fan. At the very least he gave the three of you space.
But then Tess got infected, remaining behind to kill those who could come after you and Ellie. And Joel got promoted to the sole protector of the Williams sisters. He disliked it, and you could easily tell from the creases between his eyebrows and on his forehead, the look in his eyes whenever he helped Ellie climb or crawl and pulled back his hand like she had rabies.
You saw how Tess’ demise affected him. He clearly cared about her, regardless of the dynamic that was between them. You wanted to ask him whenever the two of you were awake still by the fire somewhere, but instead, you let silence take the reins and walk you through the night.
As the days went by and sort of blended together in a mixture of exhaustion, hunger and fear, you began to untangle the mystery revolving around Joel. He wore this tough mask, impenetrable and cruel, to a high degree—and you couldn’t blame him for that. You slowly started to realize that he too might have suffered loss that changed him forever and naturally, he’d grown skeptical and repulsed by the prospect of strangers walking into his life.
Like you and Ellie.
But he kept your secret. Ever since that night when he and Tess accidentally discovered about your immunity, while shocked, neither took back their promise to deliver Ellie to the Fireflies. Maybe their reward was far more important than her life, you didn’t know.
“You could’ve backed out of the deal,” you told Joel one evening as Ellie slept peacefully by the fire. “After Tess was gone. You could’ve turned around, walked home. Why didn’t you?”
You and Joel hadn’t made much eye contact in the weeks since you’ve been traveling together, but now you did, and it made you shudder. An odd sentiment creeped up on you, crawling up your spine in slow, shocking waves.
“We made a deal,” Joel said. “We’re finishing this.”
Simple, to the point, and yet—still wrapped in a cloud of mystery.
As the road toughened and you suffered more loss—discovering Tess and Joel’s friends Bill and Frank dead, watching two brothers, Henry and Sam, perish in pain, nearly losing Ellie to a manic and cruel cult leader—Joel began to fear that he might actually be endangering you and Ellie further. He was supposed to protect you, but he felt like a fraud. All the way to Salt Lake City, he felt like he was failing you.
But then, something else unbelievable happened. Gradually, he began to gravitate around you more; he began to hear your crystal laughter at Ellie’s bad puns, to see the way your eyes sparkled in the sun, how affectionate and overly-protective you were with your little sister, and warmth bubbled in his chest. It took him some time to recognize its value and its meaning, but it finally hit him.
It finally hit him when he massacred a hospital alongside you in order to save Ellie. There was no denying it.
He would’ve died for you two. He killed for you two. He loved you.
The road back to Jackson had been silent, though you could feel the relief radiating from Joel as you rode in the passenger’s seat next to him.
“We did what we had to,” you reassured him.
Ellie was sleeping in the back, still filled with medications to help her do so, which meant freedom of speech.
If only words would’ve came easier to Joel.
“She’s gonna want to know,” he grumbled.
“We tell her they stopped making a cure.”
“Think she’ll believe it?”
You paused, knowing damn well your feisty sister won’t. But you desperately needed her to believe everything you and Joel said.
“I think she’ll want to,” you replied.
Ellie did ask questions for days after that, even when you settled in Jackson, the town Joel’s brother Tommy managed to put together. You and Joel did your best in answering her questions, stretching the truth to a somewhat believable degree, and you could see on her face that she cared far too much for you both to doubt your words.
She wanted to believe you. So she chose to.
Now that you were living a somewhat normal life in Jackson, Joel suddenly had all the time in the world to look at you, to wonder, to feed his delusions that you might feel the same. And it terrified him.
He didn’t know how it happened, feeling all this care for you, the overwhelming urge to keep you safe at any cost and to hold you close, but it did, and now he felt helpless. You were a wonder to observe, and an honor to be had—if you’d have him too.
Having dinner with Tommy and his wife Maria every Sunday night became a regular occurrence, and tonight, when everyone’s bellies were filled with warm food and the sting of an alcoholic beverage, Joel felt intoxicated by your presence. You were sitting right next to him, smelling of lavender soap and a little bit of whiskey, and his head was spinning. He wouldn’t say anything in front of the others, of course. He doubted he could even say something to you in private, but he had to try, right?
Yeah, he had to try. Otherwise he’d never be able to sleep again.
“Hey, uh—I wanted to talk for a bit,” he began, already feeling flustered and clumsy with words. “If that’s okay.”
Frowning, you stopped on his porch, staring at him attentively. “What is it?”
Your voice had definitely softened towards him since you first met. Last year you had been cold and distant, even downright cruel sometimes, but you were only protecting Ellie at the time. You didn’t know what his intentions were, but now, after everything you’ve been through, after everything you did together to keep that little girl safe, there was much more bonding the two of you.
“I think you know by now… I’d do anything to keep Ellie safe,” Joel gulped. “And you.”
You smiled, and Joel’s shabby knees nearly gave out on the spot. “I know.”
“I thought you looked lovely tonight.”
Your face instantly softened, your whole body craving and aching. You wouldn’t allow yourself to believe some silly fantasies that may or may not be true because… why would you? How could you believe that this man has feelings for you?
God, how badly you wanted that to be true.
“Oh. Uh—thank you,” you replied with a knot in your throat, already sweating.
“Not just tonight. In—general.”
You could tell he was struggling to find the right words to compliment you, and that alone meant more to you than an actual confession. Making the effort to let you know he appreciated you was, to you, of a greater significance.
“Joel,” you cooed, shyly approaching him. “You don’t have to say anything that you… might not feel comfortable saying.”
“It’s not that. ‘m not good with words—“
“In general?”
You both chuckled, feeling like a couple of awkward teenagers trying to ask each other out on their first date.
“Look, I know you cared about Tess,” you said, carefully measuring your words. “I saw the toll it took on you after she was gone. I don’t expect you to—I don’t even know. I just… I want you to know that whatever you do, whatever we are… it’s okay.”
The look in his eyes disarmed you completely. It’s a good thing you couldn’t get in his head to see the many thoughts running wildly in there because he’d be mighty embarrassed if you did. Shameless thoughts of kissing you, of making your curvy body tremble in ecstasy, his large hands kneading your plump flesh till it reddened under his touch, burying himself into you—
“Joel?”
He shook his head, returning with his feet back to earth.
“I care about you,” he nearly whispered, the confession taking you aback. “A lot. I’d—I’d kill for you. I’d kill just to—hold you.”
You found yourself breathless, unable to utter any words back.
“I know I’m not much, but—“
You instantly grabbed his hand, gesture meant to reassure him and bring some peace to his chaotic mind.
“How long have you felt this way?” you asked.
“A while. I just—“
“Joel. It’s okay. For the record, I’d—kill for you too. Because you are a whole lot more than you realize.”
Echoing his own words back at him made a big impact on Joel. He found himself holding your hand in return, his skin burning with your presence, and his body trembling once he held you in his arms, downright aching when you pressed your lips on his.
He never dreamt of having this kind of life again. It almost makes him glad for having gone through hell and back for you and Ellie.
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But for now I thought about sth else. As a friend of people that have absolutely the worst taste in men (and women but that’s my brother so imma just keep him out of it cause he’s on a whole other level lol) I thought about boys being green or red flag in their girl’s friends eyes.
Lando is a red flag. I love him and he’s my baby but I can’t lie to myself…he’s a fucking red flag. If any of my friends met him they’d be like “bitch you’re giving us lectures about who’s right or not for us but you end up with him?!!! Hypocrite.”
Oscar is a green flag through and through. At least one of my besties would ask if we’re ever trying poly cause if so she’s all there for it. But they’d be worried about my sex life that’s for sure. Not that I think Oscar is bad I just think you can think that when meeting him for the first time
Charles is kind of green but they put like…red dots over it. Because yes he’s nice, he’s a gentleman and looks like can give me the orgasms I deserve but something’s off they just don’t know what yet
Max wouldn’t get a verdict they’re still deciding for like days after meeting him and hesitantly give him a green flag. They think he’s a sweetheart but just a bit too hard to figure out
Carlos would be green for the first few minutes and red for the rest of his life. That’s just how it works lmao
lando is a red flag because he jokes around but hurts her feelings by accident then is like “oscar wouldn’t cry if i said that to him?? i dont get why you’re upset?” for him he just bullies his friends and he considers her his best friend so he thinks he can pick on her but it genuinely upsets her
oscar def looks very soft and gentle. girlies would be like “are you sure you want him?? like have you had sex yet?” and suddenly she’s gushing about how good he is in bed like thank god you asked!! let me tell you allll about it. and then he gets a full green flag
they def think smth is off w charles, they think he’s not gonna stay around. he’s got a fast paced life and a string of short term relationships and she’s the first one to last a substantial amount of time. they’re waiting for the other shoe to drop, him to fall out of love and leave her, cheat on her, stop being a perfect prince charming. they’d definitely find things wrong with him, mostly how often he’s away and how they don’t get much time together, or say he’s trying to isolate her from them when he invites her out to a string of races and she’s gone for weeks at a time traveling with him.
they would be sooo confused about max because he would zone out while meeting her friends, they start talking about shopping and he starts staring at the wall behind one of her friends and looks so grumpy then his girl grabs his hand under the table and his face softens instantly and he grins as he looks over to her, lifts their intertwined hands and presses a kiss to each of her fingers then the back of her hand. he’d keep doing cute little things like that then staring off and looking grouchy. she has to explain that’s just his thinking face in the groupchat when everyone asks why he looked so annoyed for the entire lunch. they’d have definitely snuck pics and send them in the group chat like babe hes soo angry why are you with him?? and she sends back the cutest candids of him. sends videos of him carrying his cats around like babies and speaking to them in a baby voice. that convinces them and they’re still a little wary and waiting for her to call crying about him being an asshole, but the call never comes.
carlos is a green flag when they see his pics and then they meet him and they’re all begging him to leave him but she won’t bc she loves him
i’d like to add that danny is an instant green flag and they’re all asking if he has brothers or australian friends he can introduce them to. they all love him from the first meeting and are like, okay when is the wedding??
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hi can we have mr and mrs jeong go travel for a small vacay with any member and his wife but mrs.jeong and the members wife decided to share a room cause they missed each other and wanted to stay up chatting and in the morning this is how mr.jeong reacts https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSd4ymJLC/?k=1 for reference like this tiktok cause its cute lol , thank you
The Vacay || j.j || Jen The Babysitter
genre: fluff and suggestive
warnings: kissing, drinking, cuddling, swearing
“tickets?” you asked scratching your head while staring down at the duffel bags and suit cases.
“check.” jaehyun snaps his fingers.
“and.. i think that’s it.” you sigh and turn to your husband who’s hair was a mess. you softly chuckle, stretching your hands towards him and pulling him in for a kiss. “sleepy?” you ask and he nods. “it’s okay, we’ll get lots of sleep on the plane, m’kay?” he nods with a grin.
“now, let’s say goodbye to our sweet girl.” you take the man back upstairs and you drag him into your daughters room.
she was sleeping soundly and she had her blanket tucked underneath her left cheek as she slept. she was just like her father— not being able to sleep without cuddling something.
“mm’aww, my sweet sweet girl.” you pout, reaching down and brushing her hair back. you lean down and press a kiss on her temple. “i’ll see you in a few days, sweet girl.” you whisper before letting your husband take his turn.
he grins ear to ear and leans down, pressing his lips onto her temple. “daddy loves you.” he pulls away in an instant and yanks you into his arms when hannie fusses.
“dada..” she whimpers quietly before tossing to her other side.
you and jaehyun look at each other before giggling and heading to the front where johnny waited with his wife, tina.
you and jaehyun hopped in after filling the car with two duffel bags and two suit cases. the four of you arrive just in time for your flights and left without a hurry.
you squeeze jaehyuns hands and he glances at you. he could sense your nervousness so he squeezed your hand back.
“it’s okay, baby.” he pulls his mask down a bit and presses a kiss on your temple. “sorry,” you shudder, melting after feeling his lips meet your temple. “just so nervous. haven’t been on a plane for a while.”
“you have, baby. just a month ago, we were on a plane to new york. remember?” you softly chuckle and you nod. “i do now— oh, hi. excuse me?” the flight attendant stops and nods. “do you know when we’re taking off?”
jaehyun can’t help but laugh at your silly question. “oh, we’ve already taken off. we’ve in the air for a..” she looks down at her watch. “fifteen minutes, now.” your eyes widen. “i’ve been up this whole time— what? okay, okay. thank you.” the attendant chuckles and nods before walking off.
“i think im going crazy.” you mumble to your husband who reached up and wipes a flake off your eyebrow. “no, you’re just adorable.” you shoo his hand away.
“no, but i wanna share a room with tina.” you hug the lady next to you who frowns. “yeah, i wanna share a room with y/n.” she hugs you back and pouts along with you.
jaehyun and johnny stare at each other. “but we don’t wanna share a room with each other.” the two laugh whic makes you and tina pull away. “get a room with two beds. please? me and tina haven’t seen each other for so long.”
jaehyun sighs, “alright. as long as you come cuddle with me as soon as you wake up.” johnny raises his eyebrows and moves his face closer to jaehyuns. “so, does my opinion not matter anymore?” you and tina laugh.
“please. just this once. but im not gonna get out of my bed just to cuddle you— if you want cuddles, you come to me.” tina says and johnny sighs. “yes, ma’am.” he nods submissively.
“yes!” you and tina cheer and clasp hands.
“mmm, you know how i am when you aren’t sleeping with me.” jaehyun pouts against your lips. “i know,” you push at his chest but it doesn’t budge. “just cuddle with your blanket.” he chuckles and pulls away.
“and if i don’t want to?” he takes your hands and squeezes them.
“a pillow is another suggestion.” he tsk’d and lands a smack on your ass. “ouch!” you mewl, cupping your ass with an angry scowl. “dick.” you scrunch your face in anger.
as you place your hands on his chest, the door swings open and tina is shown in her pjs and a green mask on her face— a cat headband holding her baby hair back.
“i heard y/n cry out in pain?” you and jaehyun both stare at her in shock. your hands were on chest, your left leg was on his waist, his hands on your hips, and his head dipped down.
“i, uh..” you gulp and fix your posture, pulling your dress down to your knees and chuckling. “tina, uh.. i was just—?”
“i was just saying goodnight to her.” jaehyun pushes himself off the wall and clears his throat. “mhm.” you nod.
“mhm,” tina hums suspiciously and slowly backs herself into the room, closing and then locking the door. “and she locked me out.” you sigh and turn yourself back to jaehyun.
instantly, you break into a fit of giggles. you stuck the tip of your tongue out and you lift your thumb to your tongue, wetting it and wiping around his lips. “i— my lipstick—?” you and jaehyun both break into giggles after you attempt to wipe your stains of lipsticks around his lips.
he takes your wrist and gently pulls your hand away from his face. “love,” you hum and blush as he kisses your palm. “don’t bother fixing it. we’re just gonna keep adding more and more and more—?” you stop him by smashing your lips onto his.
“shh,” you say while softly scratching his nape. “but, i’m really tired, baby. i’m gonna go to bed, okay?” he pouts and sighs. “okay, baby.” he kisses your palm again. “now, go. go to your room. i’ll wake you up with morning cuddles, m’kay?”
he yanks you back as you try to walk into your room. “ah, one more kiss. just one more.” he says leaning in and pressing his lips on yours several more times. “hey,” you giggle, pulling away from his needy lips. “you said one more.” you pull away, slightly breathless.
“fine, hold on— one more.” you giggle as his lips clash onto your teeth. “gross!” you push him while covering your mouth. “gross?! we’ve been married for almost a decade.” you sigh, grabbing his arm and turning him. “room. now.” you open his door and you shove him in.
“i will wake you up later with cuddles and kisses. lots of kisses.” you press his chest and slowly close the door. “you better—! you got the keycard to our room?” you nod, digging in your bra and pulling out the keycard to his and johnnys room.
“sexy.” he bites his lips making you chuckle. “you’re an idiot. go to sleep.” you slam the door and turn to your room. you sigh and knock on the door, waiting for your roommate.
“hey,” she says in a sexy tone when opening the door. “hey, gorgeous. i’m ready for bed.” you sigh as she lets you in. “ah, ah. remember, we’re supposed to talk about how the guys are in bed. you were gonna give me advice and suggestions because me and johnny don’t try things in bed.”
you groan before chuckling. “right, just let me change into some pjs real quick.”
quietly, you sat up with your hoodie on your head and you sighed. tina was still sound asleep. her arm tossed over her forehead and her light snores coming from her nose.
you groan and slip out of bed. slipping on your slippers and grabbing the keycard to jaehyun and johnnys room before slipping out. you unlock their door with the keycard and you slip into their room. the beds were side by side, a gap in the middle.
you chuckle softly when seeing your husband cuddling a pillow. you tiptoe past him and you go to johnny. “johnny,” you whisper. “johnny.” you shake the man who groans and plops on his back. “hm?” he hums without opening his eyes.
“tina.” you say and his eyes pop open. “tina?” you nod and he sits up. “is she.. sleeping?” you nod and he sighs, slipping out of bed. “i’ll.. probably not be back.” he toddles out the room leaving you and jaehyun alone.
you turn back to jaehyun who was still cuddled up with the pillow. “my baby.” you coo, lifting his blanket and joining him.
he was a light sleeper so he woke up in an instant. “hm,” he fusses and slams an arm on your back making you groan. “that hurt.” you mumble against his chest and he lifts his head up off the pillow. “babe?” you chuckle and lift your head off his chest.
“hi.” you grin.
he chuckles. “hey.” he responds.
“ugh, best way to get woken up.” he hugs you and flips you until you’re underneath him. “better than me waking you up by sucking you off?” he chuckles. “you know i’m a sucker for that but i absolutely love being smothered by you.” you scoff.
“just be quiet.” you shove his face into your chest. “hey, you brought it up?” he chuckles and kisses your breast. true that.
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It's a Wonderful Life 💙
To Anonymous:
Whew, this one's a doozy, but worth the read! Thank you again for your request. I hope you enjoy what I came up with 🥰
Word count: 2,174
Divider by: Me 🙂
Original Anonymous Request:
Can I possibly send a Christian x Female!Reader request? Maybe the Reader and Christian end up pregnant and she has to relinquish her title and the request is basically following them through their pregnancy and the after math of a complicated pregnancy and their lives as Parents (as well as juggling parenting Isla as well)
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Some topics and scenarios mentioned in the story may be upsetting/and or triggering for some readers. Read at your own discretion.
Disclaimers: (Complicated) Pregnancy, mention of sex, hospital stays, illness (flu), mention of gestational diabetes, medical testing, (medical) shots, preterm labor, labor pains, bedrest, cesarean section (surgery), postpartum recovery, caring for a newborn.
An OB (obstetrician) is a doctor who cares for the mother and baby throughout pregnancy. They also deliver the baby.
A baby in a breech position means they are upside down. (Feet first instead of head first)
C-section (cesarean section) is a surgical way to deliver a baby.
“Well, what’s it say?” Christian asked nervously. Your eyebrows knit together the longer you stared at the pregnancy test in your hand. “I’m not sure. Do you think we waited the full 10 minutes? There’s not really anything showing right now.” The two of you walked away after you sat the test back down on the bathroom counter, deciding to wait a few more agonizing minutes. Christian sat on the bed while you absentmindedly tossed things in your suitcase for your flight that was leaving early in the morning. You and your shiny AEW Women’s World Championship were set to appear on Dynamite tomorrow, which was something you had been looking forward to, but your headspace was somewhere else now. “What’s going through your mind baby? Talk to me,” Christian asked softly, motioning for you to come and join him on the bed. He wrapped you in his arms, embracing you tightly as your head rested against his chest. “Just worried, I guess. We have a lot on our plates right now with everything. We’re traveling every week, sometimes multiple times a week all while juggling our home and family life. I’ve only been the Women’s World Champion for a couple months. My championship reign will be cut short if I am pregnant,” you sighed as Christian tightened his embrace. “If the test is positive, will you not be happy about it? Concern laced Christian’s every word. “I’m conflicted! Torn between the happiness of expanding our family and sadness for my career. I feel like I was just getting started showing everyone what I’m made of you know?” Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, but Christian did his best to calm them. “I know baby. It’s a lot to take on right now, but we’ll make it work. We’re in this together, every step of the way! As far as your career goes, your fans will miss you, but they will understand if you’re absent for a while. Just think of the epic comeback you’d make. It would be the biggest and most anticipated in company history!”
It was hard to miss the two pink lines that were now visible on the white plastic stick sitting on the counter. Christian’s blue eyes were focused on you while you were processing everything. “Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked. You nodded your head yes, joy replacing all your previous concerns and doubt. Seeing the positive pregnancy test changed everything in an instant! A switch had been flipped as the reality of the situation set in, easing the sting you felt about your career. This baby was so much more important than anything else! You threw your arms around Christian’s neck, and he held you tightly as he spun you around. Images of a little blue-eyed baby danced in your mind and the thought made your heart swell! When Christian sat you on your feet, a certain little girl crossed your mind, prompting you to ask Christian a serious question, “How do you think Isla will take the news? She’s been an only child for almost 10 years now. Do you think she’ll be upset?” “I’m sure she will have her own sentiments about it, but overall, I think she’ll be excited! There’s only one way to find out…”
Telling Isla she was going to be a big sister went extremely well! You had come up with the idea to order a custom puzzle for the 3 of you to put together to tell her the big news. You had taken a picture of a heart she had drawn for you some time ago and uploaded it on the puzzle website, editing her design slightly by putting the words “You’re going to be a big sister!” in the middle of it. Within a few days, the puzzle was delivered and the 3 of you put it together after Isla got home from school. When the last piece of the puzzle was set in place, she let out a loud shriek! She wrapped her arms around your neck squeezing tightly before running over to Christian and jumping in his arms. She started rapid firing questions at each of you, making you and Christian laugh at her excitement. “Is it a boy or a girl? When will its birthday be? Can the baby sleep in my room?” she rambled on. Could she be any cuter?! Telling her was the easy part. Breaking the news to your fans live on Dynamite was a different story.
Standing in front of a live camera and telling the world you had to relinquish your Women’s World Championship was incredibly hard for you. You choked up placing it in Tony Schiavone’s hands as it seemed to mock you with its shimmer and shine when you did. Dynamite cut to a commercial break, relief washing over you now that your announcement was over and done with. You let out a rush of air once Christian closed the door to your dressing room and you walked over to him needing to feel his strong arms wrapped around you. “I think that went well; all things considered. You’re amazing Y/N. You know that, right?” he spoke gently. “Thanks for supporting me, Christian. It means the world to me! Now, our next adventure begins. Baby Cage will be here before we know it!”
Days turned into months in the blink of an eye! Your baby bump was very prominent now, and Christian loved it. He always had his hands on your belly! Whenever he had the chance, he would lay his head on your lap and talk to the baby while planting soft kisses against your skin. Late one night while you and Christian were tucked in bed, he fell asleep with his head next to your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair while you reminisced about your pregnancy up to this point. You remember how his eyes lit up when the monitor showed the baby at your first ultrasound appointment when you were 20 weeks pregnant. Both of you were mesmerized as you watched the little baby you created together wiggling around on the screen, and how you both got teary eyed when the ultrasound technician told you “It’s a boy!” You’ll never forget how nervous Christian was the first time you met with your OB doctor. He wanted to ask her if the two of you could still have sex despite you being pregnant. You could instantly see the relief he felt when she told him yes! A chill ran through you when your mind wandered back to the time you were admitted into the hospital because you were extremely dehydrated and sick with the flu. It was the longest 3 days of your life! You recalled the next hurdle that came when you failed your gestational diabetes screening at 24 weeks into your pregnancy. The test came back as positive which meant a second more invasive test had to be done. Thankfully your results from the second test showed that you didn’t have it!
The scariest moment of all came late one night when you started having intense pain in your lower half. Christian rushed you to the hospital after you called your doctor, and she told you to come in to be monitored. “You’re in preterm labor,” your doctor explained. She went over the details of everything that was going on calmly, “It’s too early in your pregnancy to deliver now. You’re 33 weeks along and the goal is to be at least 39-40 weeks for a safe and healthy baby. I’m going to administer medicine that will reduce your contractions, ultimately delaying your labor. I would also like to administer 2 steroid shots that will help the baby’s lungs mature faster in case we have to deliver early. I’m very confident that we will be able to halt your labor and keep that little guy safe and sound inside until we’re ready to meet him!” The air in the room didn’t feel quite as heavy after the doctor explained her plan. When she gave you and Christian time alone, it was obvious that he was shaken up. “I’m in good hands baby. I fully trust the doctor and her plan. We’ll get through this together and our baby boy will be okay!” you reassured him while giving his hand a light squeeze. The discomfort you felt from the shots the doctor gave you was ultimately worth it when your labor had successfully been stopped. You were eventually discharged from the hospital with strict orders from your doctor. You were placed on bedrest and could no longer travel with Christian unless it was to a place that was pre-approved by the doctor. No exercising or heavy lifting either. The couch and your bed were your new best friends! Whatever you needed to do to keep the baby secure, you were going to do it.
Ready or not, here he comes! At 38 weeks pregnant, it was time to finally meet your baby boy. You had met the goal your doctor set for you after your preterm labor scare! Your last ultrasound showed a healthy baby, and he was measuring right where he should be. Everything was going well until another curveball was thrown your way. Your doctor had come to check on you when she noticed something was off. “Was the baby breech at her last appointment?” the doctor quietly asked the nurse. They conversed for a few minutes more before the doctor directed her attention back to you. “Okay Y/N, the baby is in the breech position. To safely deliver him, I must do an emergency c-section…” her words started fading away as you got lost in your own thoughts. Emergency? Surgery? Must move as quickly as possible? Christian could tell your thoughts were in a downward spiral the longer you blankly stared past the doctor. He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles, speaking calmly when your eyes locked onto his. “Y/N, I promise I won’t leave your side! I know this isn’t what we planned on, but you got this! You’re incredible baby. I’m in awe of your strength and courage!”
Never did you think that the sound of crying would be music to your ears, but hearing your son wail after he was born was the best thing ever! You had successfully delivered a healthy 6lb, 4oz precious baby boy! Christian was over the moon holding his son in his arms for the first time. It was a moment that you’ll never forget! As soon as you were taken care of and wheeled into your recovery room, Christian brought Isla in to meet her baby brother. “He’s soooo cute!” she exclaimed. She was smitten with him right from the start! If she could’ve held him all night, she most certainly would’ve. You and the baby were able to go home just 2 days after delivery. Recovering from your surgery was rough on all of you since you were healing, and you still had restrictions and things you just couldn’t do. It frustrated you not being able to do simple tasks and having to rely on everyone else to do things for you! Christian encouraged you to give yourself some grace, especially after everything you went through your entire pregnancy. Deep down you knew you would bounce back; it would just take time. 6 weeks into parenthood you were starting to feel a little better. Your body was healing, and your son was growing and changing by the minute. Just yesterday you and Christian took Isla and the baby to the zoo, it being one of your first outings as a family of 4. Isla had settled in to being a big sister well, but that’s not to say there weren’t pangs of jealousy and rough patches. This was a major adjustment period for all 3 of you, but the love and adoration each of you had for one another remained strong and continued to grow as each day passed!
You quickly learned that parenting was a juggling act! You and Christian dividing your time and attention between two kids, each other, and AEW was extremely difficult. Splitting yourself between 3 people that rely on you was hard. Having to put your career goals on the self (for now) was hard. Making sure Isla was getting the love and attention she needed and deserved was hard. Taking care of a fussy baby in the early hours of the morning with little to no sleep was hard. Finding alone time with Christian was hard. But, at the end of the day when you tuck Isla in bed and she tells you she loves you, and when you watch Christian rocking your baby boy to sleep in his strong arms from the doorway of the nursery, it eases the stress the difficult days bring and makes everything you went through to get to this point worth it. How did you get so lucky? It definitely is a wonderful life 💙
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[ 5:32am / lee minho ]
hi friends, this is my little piece for @neo-shitty’s 24/8 collab event! it was very nice to feel part of smth hehe, even if it took me longer than necessary to get this up. anyways. 5-6am. i hope you guys aren’t surprised with the little thing i chose to write hehehe 😌
genres: friendly neighbours to ‘this could probably definitely be something more’
warnings: none, methinks.
wc: 1.6k (rounded up)
taglist: @hyuneytoast @violixs @dalkom-han @speckled-sunshine @peachy-yabbayy @smrutiisiva-13 @lixesque
the world, asleep, seemed so quiet. an entirely different being to what it was in the day. breeze after breeze kiss your cheek, brisk and cold and unforgiving.
that’s what you get, you suppose, for waking up at 5am and standing on the roof of your apartment building.
the city below you was barely showing signs of life. streetlights were still bright, constellated into a map of the many roads that made up your home. there were few windows in the apartment buildings around yours that were lit. people, silhouetted against their closed curtains, could be seen starting their day - by choice or by requirement, you didn’t know.
you hear the metalic creak of the door hehind you opening, and a hiss as the cold hits the newcomer. as they near you, you turn your head, and you’re greeted with the smell of hot chocolate.
“you’re insane,” minho says, his brows furrowed against the cold. he’s bathed in the blue of early morning and the shadow of his hooded jacket. his breath is visible before him momentarily before it fades away. “it’s freezing and you’re standing there like you’re immune. i can’t believe you do this every day.”
not every day, you want to protest, but you know by now how futile it would be.
so instead, you take a hot chocolate from him. “did you make this yourself?”
“yep. using the instant powder.” he takes a sip of his own, struggling against the hotness of it. a painful gulp later, he nods affirmatively. “tastes cafe made, i must say.”
with a scoff of laughter, you turn back to the cityscape. warmth seeps from the cup into your fingers, and you imagine it travelling up your arms and warming up your body.
the sky was still dark, it’s blue hues deep and lonely, waiting for the warmth of sunrise. clouds littered the sky; you had gone to sleep to the sound of rain, it’s calming pitter-patter leaving you worried that the plans you had for the following morning would be unachievable.
for the first time since moving in, you had run into minho while returning from enjoying the early morning sky. he had been about to leave for his morning run - a crazy idea, you had informed him, to have anytime before 7am, but he had refuted that you were doing something quite similar.
“and why are you returning home at this time? don’t tell me-” he had wriggled his brows, his meaning clear in the way his lips lifted into a grin and his eyes sparkled with tease.
“no, of course- of course not! i’d at least be dressed better, if that was the case,” you replied, gesturing down at your layers of sweaters and jackets. “no, i was- looking at the stars.”
your neighbour had frozen at those words, his face furrowed in confusion. “…at this time?”
“some things are only viewable at certain times,” you had explained. “I’ll show you sometime, if you want.”
minho had nodded his head slowly, contemplation on his face. “sounds like a date?”
and although you had rolled your eyes, bidding him farewell as you entered back into the warmth and comfort of your apartment, you stood here with him now.
“so... anything in particular that we’re looking for?” minho moves to stand next to you, elbows on the railing and hot chocolate held securely over the street below. “i can see the stars, but they don’t look any different to how they do most nights.”
indeed, the stars twinkled above, and minho was right. they didn’t look too different to how they did the last time you were up here.
but then again, you thought, wasn’t that the beauty of it? of most things? that they look the same, that they don’t seem to change, and yet people are still so drawn to them?
“did you know that some of these stars are planets?”
“is this a pop quiz?”
ignoring minho’s deadpan expression, you scan the sky for the brightest star.
“do you see that one? the one that’s really bright-” you freeze, glancing over at your companion to find his attention trained on the ground. you whack his arm. “stop pointing at the streetlight!”
feigning hurt, minho rubs his arm as he pouts at you. his eyes quickly turn skyward, however, and follows where your finger is pointed to.
“yeah, i see it.” he pauses, and you imagine him squinting at the star. “it really is bright.”
a small thrill fills your chest - something about sharing the things you know and the things you love with someone always made you happy, no matter the time of day. “that’s venus!”
the joy must have been plainly obvious in your voice, for minho turns to you with a slight smile on his lips, his brows creased in the middle, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to make of your excited tone.
biting the inside of your cheek, you mumble an apology.
“no,” minho shakes his head. “don’t apologise. that was surprisingly endearing.”
he says it so casually, so effortlessly, as if he was simply commenting about the colour of the sky.
you gulp, scanning the windows in the building opposite for something to focus on. “’surprisingly’? what’s that supposed to mean?” you mumble. he probably didn't mean anything by it, you knew,
you aren't sure if he had heard your words or not, for he sniffles and shakes his head vigourously , as if such an act could ward off the cold.
"so, venus, huh? the planet? that's... pretty cool. who'd have known that you could see the planets from here." minho turns, his back now against the railing and head tilted up at the sky. the hood of his padded jacket falls back and his hair blows about. he raises a hand, pushing it back.
it was a futile thing, for the wind blew it back into a mess, but something about the gesture makes your stomach flip, and you turn back to the sky.
a moment of silence passes between the two of you, and your ears finally hear past the wind, zoning in on the sound of cars below. people really are starting their day at this hour, and yet you and your neighbour are still watching the night sky - or, the early morning sky, really.
"so?"
“…so?”
“well…?” minho starts, gesturing vaguely with his hands. “continue to dazzle me with your facts - that is, on the assumption that you have more facts about the stars.”
you bite the inside of your cheek, all too aware that minho's eyes were trained on you, his head slightly tilted away from the sky.
when you turn to glance at him in return, he nods encouragingly.
and so you dazzle him.
minho stands silently next to you, nodding and humming as you feed him information about the sky. he listens attentively the entire time, asking questions when you seemed out of things to say, and following your finger as you point different things out to him.
“….and, although you insisted, i really think i’m rambling,” you mumble, the words followed by a nervous laugh.
minho turns to you with a confused smile, eyes bright. “and you can keep going, you know. i like hearing you-”
“the sun’s about to rise.”
you couldn’t let him finish that sentence. why? you weren’t even sure. but the way your ears were starting to ring and your stomach was feeling like you were standing on the edge of this roof with no railing… it was scary.
the good kind of scary, you knew, but scary nontheless.
minho’s face falls briefly, and he regains his composure so quickly thatyou almsot think you must have been seeing things. he looks away, looks to your left, where the sky was slowly starting to brighten.
“huh.”
it’s all he says, and you instantly regret cutting him off.
“well,” minho opens and closes his mouth, and when he speaks, the hesitance is almost inaudible in his voice. “if sunrise is soon, why… don’t I go grab us some food, and we can watch the sunrise together?”
ah, maybe you hadn’t overstepped a line. the regret and anxiety in your stomach eases.
you turn to him, brow raised and lips trying to fight off a grin, the cause of which you barely even knew yourself. “weren’t you just complaining a few minutes ago about how cold and unbearable it was up here?”
he raises his hands in defense. “well, i never said it was unbearable. maybe the company really makes the difference.”
“why,” you gasp, hand splayed dramatically against your chest. “i’m honoured to be called good company.”
minho shakes his head, chuckling so lightly you might have missed it had the hood of your jacket been pulled tight around your ears. with a start, he pushes himself up off the railings and starts backing away, towards the door. “I’ll see you back out here in fifteen?”
you nod as he reaches the door, your chest warm. as he turns back around, the sound of morning birds reaches your ears for the first time that day. you were almost certain that if you turned towards the eastern horizon and stripped away the cityscape, the familiar oranges of sunrise would be visible.
“it almost sounds like a date,” you manage, your ears suddenly warmer than they were before.
a twinkle in his eye, minho grins at you from the door.
“almost,” he says teasingly, before slipping away.
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Band’s First Album
Eddie Munson x Reader
masterlist | oneshots
The guys shifted anxiously from sitting to standing then back to sitting waiting to be seen by some top executives at a record label firm. They were playing at a local college bar when someone anonymously suggested them to a record label. But just their luck, that deal fell through. However, one of the assistants that worked at the previous record label transferred to the record label Corroded Coffin is signing with right now. They played for them and it was an instant connection. Every single last one of them knew that our little babies were going to make it huge. They had a lot of what metal was in the mid-1980s. It was a perfect fit for everyone.
Now, Corroded Coffin was back in Indianapolis, Indiana for the day to record their first album. None of them knew what to expect, so naturally, I packed them all goodie bags for when it gets overwhelming they have some home comfort. It took them roughly three months to create the album and another month to record it. Then they had to choose the design and how it wanted to look and the creativity part of it as well. All in all, it took six months to finalize their first album together. While they were doing that, I was working and unpacking the new home we were all living in. Sure, it wasn’t the best, but it was good for right now.
“Babe! We’re home!” Eddie said coming through the front door. I emerged out of the kitchen ecstatic to see my boys.
“How’d it go? Let me see.” I held their first printed album in my hands. “This is amazing. I cannot express how proud I am of you guys.” I hugged each of them, saving Eddie for last. The guys groaned when we kissed, but only made us hold onto each other more.
Another two weeks passed and even though it was not needed for the rest of their albums, the first album had a launch party. Followed by more press and a slew of fans, their music rose to the charts very quickly. Three months later they were number seven in the top ten in America. It was insane to think that they were traveling around the United States, then going globally to perform. All in a few years' time their wildest dreams come to fruition.
One of the best experiences was that the guys got to meet their idol musicians at an award show. Not just any award show they were invited to; no, it was the first award show they were nominated for. Metallica, Van Halen, and Dio were there. It was a dream come true, especially for Eddie. They could not contain their excitement. I mean Jeff looked like he was going to pass out just from seeing them twenty feet away. Then Gareth actually started swaying as if he wanted to faint. It was kind of funny to see a muscular metal bad fangirling over their favorite bands that made them who they are. They all introduced themselves and talked for a while. It was heartwarming to know that through all the excitement, Eddie never let me leave his side. His hand either held mine, or his arm was around my waist or shoulder. Occasionally I kissed his cheek to allow his nerves to balance back out.
“Baby, I cannot believe we just met our idols. I mean this is the coolest thing in the world. Am I shaking? I feel like I’m shaking. Shit, please tell me I wasn’t stupid, not that it matters, but yeah it kinda does.” Eddie kept going on. I chuckled at his nervous excited state.
“Yes my love, you were acting like an idiot, but a goofy and loveable one. They loved you guys and it’s nice to see that their job and meaning in life is touching young kids’ hearts.” I said kissing his cheek.
Later that evening at the award show, Corroded Coffin won Best New Artist. As much as this was a dream come true for them, it was a dream come true for me to see the love of my life and some of my best friends their happiest. They worked so hard to be here and it all paid off.
“I love you so much. I don’t know where I’d be without you.” Eddie said holding my face.
“You’d still be here. Sad and alone, but you’d still be here.” I giggled looking up at him.
“No, I could not have been here without you. I mean it. You’re my whole world.” He closed the gap between our lips, pressing a chaste kiss to mine. The world stopped for a moment as we engulfed ourselves in love.
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Rare & Gen Rec Round-Up - January & February 2023
Hello friends and welcome! We hope 2023 has been treating you all well. It’s certainly been treating AO3 well. There have been so many great fics and we’re excited to share our favorites with you. So, make sure you grab a snack, your favorite blanket, and show these fics some love.
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at every table i’ll save you a seat by @nerdframed, Stevie/Ruth, rated T, 2,082 words
SUMMARY: Stevie didn't think Ruth knowing how she takes her coffee would mean so much, as well as other realizations.
Rec [written by hullomoon]: The unspoken way a partner learns little details about you is something that makes me 🤧 Woven throughout their travels, this is a perfect Stevie/Ruth fic.
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Auld Acquaintance by @treepyful, Stevie/Ruth, rated T, 2840 words
SUMMARY: Ruth gets separated from her friends on NYE, but the night manages to go up from there.
Rec [written by doingthemost]: Okay, I might be biased, since this was written for me, but I love that this fic puts Stevie and Ruth into situations and tropes that we don't usually see for them. It's a breath of fresh air for these two, and the momentum towards the end is so fun!
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a decision not taken by @alysiswriting, Patrick/Rachel, rated G, 775 words
SUMMARY: If Patrick had made a very different decision, and put the happiness of others before his own.
Rec [written by doingthemost]: Thank goodness for the "alternate universe" tag on this one! This ficlet is gut-wrenching, but also so wonderfully done at the same time.
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Gentleness by @alysiswriting, Stevie/Twyla, rated E, 1,037 words
SUMMARY: Stevie wants Twyla. In every tender, gentle way her girlfriend gives her. Something Stevie had never expected, and now something she would not be without.
Rec [written by hullomoon]: Soft and sensual, if you love one partner gently worshipping the other this fic is for you.
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She said I got her if I want (she’s so soft like silk chiffon) by Fuckingkity, Stevie/Alexis, rated M, 1,350 words
SUMMARY: After David and Patrick’s wedding, Stevie and Alexis spend the night together. Wink wink nudge nudge
Rec [written by hullomoon]: I am so here for the headcanon that Stevie and Alexis hook up at David and Patrick’s wedding. Stevie’s confession is well-done here and makes her first kiss with Alexis so satisfying.
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where you go (forever and ever) by @anniemurphys, Alexis/Twyla, rated T, 2489 words
SUMMARY: On a January weekend, as a storm rolls in, Alexis Rose rolls into Schitt’s Creek too, much to Twyla’s surprise.
Rec [written by doingthemost]: I love the childhood friends trope, and we don't have enough of it in this corner of the Schitt's Creek fandom! This is such a fun take on Alexis and Twyla, haunting and moody and full of a quiet, hopeful optimism all at the same time.
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you spoke to me so sweetly by @hippolotamus, Alexis/Twyla, rated E, 2653 words
SUMMARY: Alexis hums her appreciation, letting her eyes fall closed while Twyla repeats the circuitous route, and breathing in the blend of lavender and lemon oil her wife insisted upon for “calm and good luck”. The temporary serenity only lasts for three or four passes until a light knock at the door interrupts. She doesn’t try to hide her instant pout when the gentle pressure disappears and she’s forced to open her eyes again.
Dr. Rist breezes inside, far too perky in Alexis’s opinion. Perhaps it’s a good sign. Despite her nerves, Alexis plasters her PR smile on, and clasps Twyla’s hand – the only tell she’ll allow to indicate she’s worried while they wait to find out what kind of life changing the appointment will be.
“Well,” Dr. Rist says. “Alexis. Twyla. Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s begin, shall we?”
Rec [written by doingthemost]: Mind the tags on this one, as there's some medical angst a fair amount of hurt/comfort, but if you want to feel warm and taken care of just like Alexis and Twyla take care of each other in this beautiful lil' fic, look no further.
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Happy reading, friends!
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Favorite friendships/platonic dynamics in Genshin
In no particular order—
Yae Miko and Gorou:
it is SO funny—the lengths that Gorou will go just to not be teased is incredible. They share such a strong sibling/sis-in-law or bro-in-law dynamic. The relentless teasing, the instant familiarity with each other, the connection they have through Kokomi—
Ty Hoyoverse for making it a recurring joke, can’t wait for more.
Kaeya and Diluc:
I cannot stop laughing at the memes made about these two and their endless rivalry with each other. Sad backstory aside, they’re such interesting characters individually that putting them together only enhances that initial allure. Plus, you can write angst, you can write humor, you can just write wholesomeness around them—they have so much history and flexibility that it will always be attractive to pair them up together!
Plus, I love the “I pretend I don’t care but I actually really, really care” whole vibe they got going on. A classic dynamic, and a favorite!
Xiao and Hu Tao:
He thinks she’s funny. He THINKS she’s FUNNY. Oh my god, can you imagine Xiao hiding his smirk behind a hand while he tries to scowl? Or do you think he doesn’t hide a smile at all? How often do they hang out? How did they meet? (Also, does this not give hope for xiaoven shippers with eccentric Hu Tao and somewhat eccentric Venti!!) Does Zhongli just sigh every time he sees that his yaksha guard is amused by the antics of Hu Tao? What a lovely dynamic—yes give me their friendship.
Zhongli and Xiao:
Of course I must include them!! Idk if I see Zhongli as quite a “father” figure, but I do see him as a mentor in a way to Xiao. And it is so lovely to see the deep respect and care both have for each other. How can you not love the god and protector dynamic??
Yae Miko and Venti:
they would be SO funny, and an absolute chore for Ei. Plus, drinking buddies—mayhaps. I also feel that, judging from how intuitive they seem, they would use that on each other to understand each’s hidden sides, and that lets them just be honest in the other’s presence, or, rather, sit in silence with a quiet understanding of “I get you.”
Lots of potential material here for them. Please give me canon interaction to go wild with.
Sucrose and Albedo:
Can you just imagine how patient Albedo is when Sucrose stutters, makes a mistake, or wants to ramble about something? He’s just so patient and kind. I love that Sucrose found a comfortable spot as an assistant under him. And maybe this dynamic hits close to home for me, but I just love the gentleness surrounding these two and their dynamic.
Aether and Lumine:
It is SO easy to forget their devotion to each other in this game, at least for me, even though we’re reminded like constantly, but to understand the lengths and connection these two have for each other… like siblings is another kind of ride or die, but these two genuinely seem to get along and want to stay close to each other throughout their lives.
So often the sibling leaves to go on with their life, but these two were already traveling together! They wanted to explore together, they wanted to have each other’s backs for a while longer, and one of them is in so much pain from this separation.
In a way, you could almost compare it to one sibling moving on while the other feels the loss from their lack of connection to that sibling now, but it’s a natural part of growing up. Now bring in all the lore and it gets very different from this anecdote about growing apart from your sibling, but the devotion and protectiveness is still there, strong as ever, all throughout the game.
I want old memories of these two, I want flash backs, I want more interactions—do they tease each other? Do they have a funny nickname for the other? Do they feel insecure about anything with each other? What’s their plan after all this is over?
Family is so important, and these two really made a home with each other.
The Archons:
All the headcanons, the ideas, the speculation on how their relationship would work based on voice lines, etc. It just makes me have so much hope for their future interactions (pls happen soon). I really hope they’re not just tolerant of each other, or worse—indifferent. I want old pals, sibling-like banter, and deep-rooted history that gives them a certain level of trust or soft spot for each other. Maybe even a protective streak! (!!!!!!!!!)
Or, on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, I want heartbreak. I want distrust, manipulation, bloody battles, complete and utter destruction with certain interactions.
And then I want healing.
Venti and cat:
I just think he’s adorable when he sneezes.
Fin
This might just be a part one because I know there are others but These are who I wanted to ramble about. Feel free to ramble about others or share a different dynamic that you saw for any of the above on this post!
#genshin impact#genshin headcanons#platonic ships#friendships#venti#zhongli#xiao#gorou#yae miko#diluc and kaeya#hu tao#sucrose#albedo#aether#lumine#raiden ei#the archons#rex lapis#genshin barbatos#my thoughts
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