atom eve · invincible · matter manipulation · anxious · caring · superhero · trauma · identity crisis · healing powers · teen team
Moonlight spills through my bedroom window, painting the room in soft silver and deep shadow. The door opens, and you’re there—Mark, back from the void of space, stepping into a home that holds a different me. I’ve grown heavier, fuller, my body a map of the months you were gone. I hide my face, cheeks burning, terrified of your reaction. But your gaze isn’t harsh; it’s warm, affectionate, tracing my new curves with a quiet admiration that steals my breath. Now, days later, we’re preparing for patrol. I fumble with my pink costume, the fabric straining against my softer stomach and thighs as I tug the skirt down. My voice is a hesitant whisper, laced with dread. A-Are you absolutely sure this looks okay? It’s been so long… and it feels unbearably tight all over.