#I DIDNT EVEN MAKE THIS UP OK WE ALL SAW IT. LETS REMEMBER WE ALL SAW IT

[eddiegettingshot]

Are Any of us remembering Eddie’s enormous meat??? Let him use it to make Buck feel fully and wholly taken and owned

its really. really big. but it makes him embarrassed if buck says that.

[kurishiri]

Ring and Nica bond level story summaries (up to level 4)

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ these are crude story summaries that are meant to give you an idea of what’s happening in the story. it’s not a pretty translation 😅 i don’t have darius here because i haven’t raised his bond level yet, but i may post about his bond stories later unless someone else posts translations? but if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

nica 🍒

bond level 3: “eating a meal together”

nika is like “relax a little more and lets enjoy dinner. todays a social gathering for vogel”

then hes like “did yk robin? they say you can tell someones char from the way they eat. if they eat quickly, theyre hasty and dont like losing. and the opposite means theyre more laid back. ..well, which do you think i am?”

"im in the middle of watching": nikas like "oh is that so? then feel free to look on more. ah, i can keep my clothes on, right?"

"ur a superficial person": nikas like "yep, i get told that a lot. i happen to reaaally like women - including you, ofc?"

"u dont enjoy ur life that much": nikas like "......hmm? so ur the type to like guys who r pitiful and unhappy?"

nikas like when we finish eating lets tell each other our answers then.

"come to my room, robin. we can get to know each other more there.."

bond level 4: skills

nika is like "sorry to keep you waiting robin. oh? why do you look so surprised? ahh did you think a fox (harrison) was coming or smth"

"the card that got sent to u, that was written by me. thats right, its forged handwriting"

"its one of my skills. did you enjoy it, robin?"

"absolutely not": nikas like "and as ive been sayinggg, hearing u say that is like the highest praise to me"

"bye (im leaving)": nikas like ehh ur going back already? even tho this part is known for not having many carriages around.

glare at him silently: nika is like oh, i like that frustrated look on ur face. im into that (<- this sentence is prolly not completely accurate)

then he’s all like "aww, you’re so mean. dont u think im here just bc i miss u (w/o an ulterior motive) 🥺"

"pfft, hahaha! u get touched so easily like that.. ahh ur such a strange one 😆"

"lets go, robin, and take me around london. lets see.. a place where theres a lot of girls would be great :]"

ring 💍

bond level 3: “eating a meal together”

ring is eating and finishes his portion quickly.

kate offers her portion: ring is like "noo you should eat ur portion"

when kate says there r seconds: ring is like "omg ur a genius :D"

"i'll give u my portion": ring is like "eh- ah. is.. it really ok? ..thank u then. i'll eat it all (i.e. with care)"

and then he says he didnt intend to get close to kate bc shes a fairytale keeper and hes part of vogel, but kate had been so kind to him so he became kinda like confused xD

bond level 4: skills

ring is naming flowers. and kate apparently caught him in 4k so he is all flustered like "omg.. dont tell me u.. saw all of that?"

"i didnt see anything": ring is like but theres a grin on ur face.. ur kind of bad at lying.

"..im sorry": ring is like "when you apologize so sincerely like that, i feel bad for being surprised.."

"well, i wonder abt that?": ring is like "d-dont grin like that >,> you have a teasing side to u too, huh.."

but anw he says that "yes i do like flowers :> when im free i try to remember the names of flowers and their meanings"

"why..? well that's.. to make frie- i mean, its nothing."

he asks kate to forget what she saw here and then is like "bye ttyl"

when hes like some distance away from her he whispers to himself that he shouldnt get close to the fairytale keeper.

[jinnie-ret]

If ur taking rq still can I rq a skz x 15 year old girl in training (like that protection gic you wrote ) and how they react to her being good at producing, singing, rapping and dancing but they didnt know she could do all that until they keep running into her or maybe look for her because they ordered fkkd for her too eat with them and they see her in her rehearsals and in her dance practice room learning like idk an itzy choreo or sum by herself and they see shes improved since they last saw her do everything? Ig like a little Ace if u would like to put It that way!

It's ok if u don't want to or can't do this tho! Love ur writing💕

ace of hearts

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

summary: stray kids have nothing but good things to say about the upcoming ace of jyp.

I hope you enjoy! There's a small excerpt of a song Y/N has written herself which I actually wrote (it's a hobby of mine hehe) so if you want me to post the whole thing I'll do so, maybe as a poem haha

My asks are currently shut but if you want to be added to my taglist, do let me know! And if you liked it, please reblog and like! :)

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Shoulder shimmying had never been so hard, but Y/N seemed to have finally gotten down the choreo to ITZY's 'Wannabe', the members of Stray Kids seeming to think so too. They had just been looking around for a room to practice in when they came across their young trainee friend, who they hadn't seen for a while due to their busy schedule.

A small applause sounded from behind Y/N, making her jump as she saw the door open and Stray Kids clapping for her.

"Ah! Hello sunbaenims!" Y/N blushed and bowed politely. She wasn't expecting to see them there, so absorbed into practising for her next showcase.

"Hi there!"

"Annyeong!"

"Wow!"

They all let out greetings as they walked over excitedly to Y/N.

"How has everything been? It's been a while since we saw you," Jeongin smiled widely at Y/N, trying to ease the obvious nerves he saw from her.

"Have you been practicing regularly? Your dancing has improved a lot," Changbin nodded his head in approval.

"Ah, you really think I've improved?! Yeah I've been practising a lot these days..." Y/N bashfully admitted, rubbing her sweaty palms on her leggings. Was it from exercising or from nerves? She wasn't quite so sure herself.

"We can see that. You're better at dancing and freestyling than us now," Lee Know laughed, praising the younger girl jokingly, but there was still a hint of seriousness to it that showed Y/N he was proud of her, and that helped her relax more.

"Maybe one day even Jisung will be jealous of your dancing skills," Felix laughed, causing the quokka like man to look over at him with a mock appalled face.

"Haha maybe I'll take his place as the ace," Y/N smirked, feeling comfortable enough to joke around with them. It wasn't a regular occurrence that she saw the boys but everytime she did, she was soon able to fall back into a relaxed state where it felt like she had known them forever.

"No way! You will never be as talented as me!" Jisung smirked back, yet he couldn't help but goofily smile back at her as he ruffled her hair.

"Well, we're glad you're practicing so hard. Would you like to have some fried chicken with us?" Seungmin piped up, his eagle eyes noticing that she only seemed to have some water in the room with her. Plus, he remembered what it was like being a trainee, and an offer of fried chicken would not be one to be turned down.

"Oh sure! If there's enough to go around!" Y/N clasped her hands together excitedly.

"Of course there's enough food! We're so proud of all your progress by the way, we can tell how hard you've been working, Y/Nnie," Chan praised her, as they all sat down together on the floor.

"Here, eat up," Hyunjin passed over a box of fried chicken to Y/N from the bags of fast food they had.

"Just remember to take a lot of rest too," Jisung commented genuinely, yet anyone could tell he, as well as the other members were very much so enthralled with the heaven sent food in front of them.

"Don't worry I do!" Y/N rushed out, before taking a bite of the fried chicken and wiggling slightly as she did a happy dance.

"You're so cute when you're excited!" Felix giggled as he saw her.

"That's exactly what Channie hyung does," Seungmin laughed along.

There was a moment of peaceful eating before Chan kept up the conversation.

"Oh yeah, we wanted to ask you something! Are you good at rapping?" Chan wondered, wiping his hands on a napkin.

"Well, I don't want to brag but I think I'm pretty good," Y/N shrugged, she had practiced enough and knew she was at JYP for a reason, and her talents certainly didn't go to waste when it came to rapping.

"Oh yeah? You actually rap too? I had no idea. Have you tried writing your own lyrics before?" Changbin got excited at the prospect of hearing Y/N rap.

"I'm not as confident in writing rap lyrics as I am in singing them if that makes sense?" Y/N explained, hoping it was understandable.

"I get what you mean. You must be very talented though since you can sing so well," Lee Know wondered.

"Do you happen to write your own songs too or do you learn songs from other artists?" Chan asked, interested in what her identity as a future artist would be.

"Oh I like to write my own songs too!" Y/N beamed. Now that, was an area she was proud of herself for.

"Really? Can you play one of your original songs for us?" Hyunjin said in a shocked tone, head tilting slightly in disbelief but wanting to hear her sing nonetheless.

The boys all stared at her in anticipation.

"Oh, sure... If you really want me to," Y/N became nervous again, because this was Stray Kids! Yes they felt like her friends but to sing her own personal works in front of them was still nerve wracking.

"Yes, we really want you to!" Jeongin encouraged her, offering that same reassuring smile as he did earlier.

All of the members were now eagerly waiting for her.

"Ok, here's a chorus I wrote recently," Y/N finally nodded, making the boys even more excited as she began to sing.

"Oh it's in my bones.

Hereditarily alone.

Surrounded by people,

But that gives no meaning.

It's in my bones."

The boys stared in in wonder, thinking the words were so beautiful and they loved the emotion she put into it even for such a small snippet of the song.

"Her voice is amazing..." Hyunjin was in awe.

"Yeah, you have a really good vocal tone!" Jisung clapped.

"And you wrote that yourself?" Chan smiled like a proud dad.

"Can we hear more?" Changbin said hopefully, nudging Y/N playfully.

"Well, I think I should now that I've sang a teaser for you," Y/N beamed, and for the next couple of minutes she sang the rest of the song to the boys. She even played a small backing track which consisted of an acoustic guitar, simple but sweet, building up towards the end of the song.

"I can't wait to see you debut!" Felix clapped with the other boys.

"You really will steal everyone's hearts, Y/N, you'll go far," Chan said, a big smile adorning his face as everyone offered their comments and praises to Y/N.

"Just don't let it get to your head," Lee Know joked, causing his members to whack him playfully and tell Y/N to not listen to him anymore.

"Thank you guys, it really means a lot."

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @sakufilms @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z @hanjiquokkaaa

[s0m3b0dy2u]

"but roman..."

"why didnt you script youre immune to hate" / "why did you literally script haters into your dr???"

three words: because it's funny.

I scripted that hate doesn't bother me, and that i think it's funny. also, im very petty and i cant do dumb shit just to spite the haters if there are no haters. i did script that my friends dont get any/get very little hate. for example, people only think good things about theo because he literally posts the most gorgeous photographs, shes amazing at their job, and hes just the kindest person to literally everyone they meet. nico has haters in the way any loud and obnoxious youtuber will but theyre very few and far between and he also finds them funny, but in a slightly different way then i do. felix's legitimate work is amazing, and theres so little room for criticism to begin with, and most of his shitty takes are on tumblr, so hes safe. venus gets the same kind of hate anyone that makes the kind of music she does will, also largely angry christians like i have in my hatebase. she, of course, is the best at handling hate out of any of us. shes absolutely brutal. shes also the first to clap back if any of her friends get any hate to begin with. of course, she has the largest fanbase out of all of us so... yk how that goes, im sure. she also like... thrives off of drama.

also, i've litterally written whole critical articles about myself, if anyone wants to read them

Blasphemy Disguised as Art: The Dangerous Message of Empire’s 666

Style Over Substance? The Fall of Rome’s Theatrics

etc.

the first one is my favorite (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

lets talk about 666

the only reason the ep (or even me in general) blew up as hard as it did is because of christian supremacists.

!! i dont hate christians or christianity, and i do not intend to mock the religion itself !! 666 is about my own personal struggles with religion !! also, the christians im talking about here are the kind that hardly live like christians--the ones that dont live and lead with kindness, but instead anger, and the kind that would condemn you to hell if they saw you walking down the street holding hands with someone of the same sex because "its a sin." the bible says we, as humans, are in no right to judge one another, etc. etc. etc. the reason i didnt script people like this out in this dr is because theyve greatly helped shape the person i am today--for better or for worse. (i feel the need to mention, now, i did script out homophobia, transphobia, and other forms of discrimination) !!

these people, maybe they saw the album cover, read the lyrics, or even just read the album and song titles, whatever it was they got so pissed. most of them havent seen anything else about me, and just jumped to the "hes encouraging devil worship" "he thinks hes better than God" etc etc etc. this lead more and more people to seeing my stuff and so... yeah

also the people that are like "EMPIREs too theatric" "romes too dramatic" like... no shit?? thats my whole thing?? idk what to tell you. my fans eat it tf uppppp too.

the people that are like "mmm maybe try making happy music now?? :/" piss me off tho like no???? my whole thing is doom and gloom. i am death incarnate, im fuckin--IM A VAMPIRE OK IM SUPPOSED TO BE VAMPIRIC ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა /silly

also theres nothing funnier than tiktok comments like "you need jesus" and "go read the bible" pllssss what????? (╥﹏╥) lmaoooo

and like keep hating, all youre doing is making me more famous??? idk like....

i also love ironic haters

like yes, lets pretend we hate each others guts while were sitting in a cozy lil cafe tg

lets say we hate each others music and then drop a collab not even a week later

૮꒰˶> ᴗ <˶꒱ა

uhhhh rant over

if youre still here, how was your day/morning? remember to take care of yourselves, drink some water, eat something--even if it's just a little bit--and take a break if you need to. i love you all <3 have a nice day/night

[extranenas]

well the Olympics just ended, but what do you think about a kylian mbappe scenario where he's dating someone who is an athlete who is competing in the Olympics

miss let down

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

genre: angst to fluff

plot: you always wanted to be the greatest- the girl who always wanted to be the best of the best- but when you finally get to prove yourself to the world in track- you failed miserably in your eyes…

extra: again for the sake of the story, reader was born in the us just so we have an idea of like what team she is and such (citizen ship wise yk actual ethnicity not specified) lowkey i had to make up some french players for the storyline😭😭😭

masterlist

august 3rd 2024 would be the death of you. the biggest day in your entire life and what you worked up to for… 4 years…? spending that time for a good 10 seconds of your life that meant too much.

something that would determine if you really what you thought you were.

you were going against huge names- your teammate sha’carri richardson who was the fastest woman in the world and the famous jamaican runners who were known for dominating that iconic red and white track.

and then there was just you- a girl who managed to pass through the trials and made the 2024 olympic team. crazy thing how the biggest celebrator of your accomplishment was your boyfriend though.

throwing a small party for you and everything because of making the team while usually its you celebrating him cause of well… hes probably becoming the best right now winning soccers biggest trophy at only 18, getting into probably one of the biggest- if not the hugest club in the world, and breaking records on records.

and you were over here competing against his national teams track team before finals on his countries on soil (which you hope he didnt take too personally)

you dont even really remember how you two met cause it was such a blur. it went by so fast!

“everyone knows that track is so much easier than football ky. its like… common knowledge! i mean come on- they just run around in circles for like… 20 seconds or whatever.”

“dont say that man… i mean if you tried it would you actually… complete it?”

“nah.”

“then why- ok dude.”

a then 19 year old kylian got up from the pitch he sat on. they currently were preparing for the upcoming world cup the year following and of course, an ambitious kylian wanted to touch that golden trophy.

he walked around the pitch and saw the players he seen every day just talking or laying down after a day of rough practice in that summer heat france was known for- other than pastries and such. he soon stopped by and went onto his phone in which one of his younger friends went up to him and did what kylian did.

“did you hear? about that united states team being in france right now.”

“what, what for?”

“some track tour or whatever- look.”

he soon shoved the phone in kylians hand which showed the news headline saying what he said.

“where are they training?”

“here dude!”

“what? here? they cant find somewhere else or…”

“no. theyre gonna be on the whole other side though so im guessing its fine man. i dont know.”

kylians eyebrow raised- sharing a centre with a track team? that doesnt make much sense.

-

the day came where the track runners finally arrived and got to the field where they started condition. of course those two being the curious men they were- decided they wanted to go see the team. they constantly bickered on whether or not they should go- even with the reminder if they did and they got caught snooping- 250 push ups would be needed for about 2 days.

and they still went.

they saw the team and were somewhat disappointed on what they saw.

“wheres all the running? this is bullshit dude! i thought they would like- i dont know run cause theyre apparently the best or whatever… those damn americ-“

kylian immediately stopped him and went quiet.

“i hear someone man. shut up real quick.”

they nodded and turned around to see a girl in the track uniform standing and looking at them.

“who are you guys?”

that day was probably one of the greatest ever for kylian- meeting the love of his life cause he got caught snooping. now he watched her grow into a professional and is now running on the track to win a gold medal.

he sat in the crowd with a shirt of her face on it with a huge smile- waiting for the signal so the girls could start running

finally it rung out- and all you saw was 11 girls blasting off and running for their damn life for a 100m race. one of them being immediately spotted cause of her hair kylian helped choose out before she left.

she ran for her life- going ahead of nieta before running behind again- soon regaining speed and going back up.

8 seconds past by until 9 hit… then 10. finally someone hit first. and it wasnt ___… she still ran and got 3rd place. stopping as she crossed the finish line with a frown as tears welled up in her eyes.

‘bronze? i got bronze?’

kylian noticed- immediately keeping it in mind.

she walked out of the stadium after receiving that bronze medal- headphones in with a defeated look before getting tackled by kylian.

“amour! you did so good!”

“stop ky… im tired.”

“but its true! you did great- i mean bronze at your first olympics? who else can do that?”

“carri’ got silver on hers kylian! its her first too! i wanted gold not bronze- i worked too hard for just bronze!”

kylians face fell as he got quiet, immediately hugging her.

“you still did great amour- i don’t understand why you feel other wise. i get losing is hard but its inevitable! you need loses to win ___ trust me.”

“yea you say that cause you lost the world cup two years ago even though you won it already.”

“youre missing the point here.”

“sorry.”

“look all im saying is that you shouldnt be so hard on yourself cause you didnt get what you exactly wanted- you still ran- you still placed- be proud ___! you worked too hard for this.”

she looked at him with a small smile, finally taking in her win.

“do you want to wear it then?”

“yes- definitely.”

she laughed as she placed the medal around his neck- finding solace in this situation.

[i-cant-sing]

OK POOKIE! i saw my message went thru 🥸

i remember a while ago you were like “look at y/n with all these time period yanderes and little snippet ideas of how they act,,,” AND THEN THE LAST THING OF PART 7 IS Y/N DIDNT LOOK AT THE TIME AND JUST PRESSED THE TIME MACHINE BUTTON ,,, my theory is that ur different-time-periods-yanderes r going to make an appearance in your time traveler AU 😎 if so, ur a genius and I AM ASWELL

Also i like how crazy u made Baldwin. honestly i lowkey forgot he thot y/n was an angel and that he’s actually super smart. idk if u did that on purpose tho cos i was like “oh he’s dumb in love” w/ how you write him but then, offhandly mention how he won a war at 16 or that he genuinely believes y/n has magical powers. like ik he’s smart but i feel like ur smarter with the way you made me forget how smart he is. or i might just be forgetful ,

it kinda makes me sad that y/n didn’t get to say a genuine goodbye to sultan but honestly…she didn’t have the time to. she had to move fast. WHICH, i really liked how fast the ending was. it was BAM we find out he’s crazy. BAM wedding. BAM we run away. BAM we on a cliff. BAM WE JUMP OFF CLIFF cos tbh when u find out the person u love is crazy and has been manipulating everything around since the start u kinda just…roll with the punches until u find a way out.

i liked that Guy died. even if baldwin set up the situations to make it seem like Guy was behind it, Guy still said really infuriating things. Baldwin didn’t tell him to call us hoes. Guy called us a ho3 , that stupid bitch.

This is- this is EXACTLY how I wanted someone to react to my works. Details, reactions, everything. Come here, baby- you're my favourite person now. Let me give u a smooch🫶

There will be different time periods reader will go to now, and I have a few in mind (I am very excited for the two of them, but one more than the other but I can't write that one yet because then the less exciting one will lose its charm but godddd do I wanna rush this to my fav time period). Lol and I made a list of time periods/historical figures that had potential and idk why but I wrote down Columbus but then I looked him up and I was like... nvm.

[helenaaa2]

Your best friend is pregnant!!!

Im Helena your best friend, we’re always together and I share all my secrets with you, you’re like my big brother. I’m 1.49mts, bob haircut, dark-brown eyes, dark hair, weight 50kgs, B cup and wide hips .

41 weeks ago I told you I had an adventure with a man in a bar when I was on vacations with my family, a few weeks later I bought a pregnancy test and I called you to do it together. We both saw the positive result with fear, I asked you to please don’t tell anyone and then we’ll see what to do.

I didnt want to abort, so I started using very oversized clothes. It was in the week 26 when things started to get difficult because my bump was huge, I tried using even your shirts but anything worked, that huge belly button was visible through every single outfit. After a few hours planning something we decided that the best option we had was moving together as roommates with the excuse of “searching for new work opportunities”, have the baby and give it in adoption, then come back. My parents knew you for a long time so they didn’t have any problem with the idea.

We moved to a little house in the suburbs so anyone knew us and we didn’t have to hide it, I felt completely free using sport bras again and my favourite dresses. We were so peaceful until week 35, by this point I was huge, my milky boobs had doubled their original size, we couldn’t remember any other pregnant women we ever seen that was bigger than me. But there was not that much time left, I was so excited to give birth and finally get back to my life, but at the same time scared because now having a completely natural unassisted birth at home doesn’t seem to be a good idea.

We started thinking about everything we needed for the birth and that we didn’t visit any doctor, so on the week 37 we decided we had to see a doctor just to see if everything was ok and to set everything for the adoption. We drove 2 hours to the closest hospital to the gyno appointment, we told him the truth because he seemed to be very empathic and he actually was.

The appointment started with questions and answers

-“How old are you?”

H.-“26”

-“In 20 years as a gyno Ive just seen two tummies that big, do you know how many weeks you have?”

H.-“Yeah, it never stops growing. I have 37 weeks but I’ve read that maybe it’s just a lot of amniotic fluid.”

-Maybe, but that big it’s not just because of fluids. Do you know who’s the father?

H.-“No, I can’t remember and I don’t want to know”

-Ok, let’s have a look. Please take out all your clothes, use this coat and get comfy in those stirrups right there.

It was time for a ultrasound, we I was very nervous. I asked you to stay with me all the time so you did, I loved how you were supporting me all the time and I hold your hand and put it over my exposed big belly.

Doctor arrived a few minutes later and started preparing everything, we were about to know everything about my baby. He used some gel that was really cold and got my nipples so hard, I was so nervous and gripped your hand firmly. He started scanning my belly with the ultrasound, I couldn’t distinguish anything but when he moved the devise a little bit to the center he laughed so bad “WHATT?!!” I shouted to the doctor trying to see the image in the monitor “Lady, you actually have a lot of fluid but what really makes you huge is that you’re expecting twins”

I couldn’t react, I was totally shocked really thinking in anything, I was just analyzing the new and finally looked at you. You weren’t scared or shocked, YOU WERE SO HAPPY and your happiness went through your hand to me. I felt better after that, but the bad news were coming. After that, the appointment continued with the doctor checking my whole body, my tits, my belly, my cervix and I don’t know what else. When he finished I went for my clothes and dressed up, I come back and heard you talking about the birth, I sit down and the doctor explains everything now to me.

-“What I just saw is something really rare, most women like you…you know…petite with twins don’t usually reach even the week 35, but you’re now on the 37 and the babies doesn’t seem to be very excited to come out. To make it simple…your situation is like this, you’re going to have those babies for at least 3 weeks more inside of you, and right now I can calculate each baby weights around 8lbs”

When doctor said 8lbs I just let another “WHAT?!!!” Come out from me

-“Yes, what you heard sweetie, 8lbs and they’re getting heavier. I calculate a final weight of around 10lbs each if you give birth in the week 40. So, what I recommend you is to let those babies grow those 3 weeks more and then come here to have a c-section or induce the labour if your babies are in the correct position.”

H.-“I was thinking about an all natural birth at home doc…that’s what we want right?” I turn to you waiting for your answer.

Y.-“Yeah, for sure…We were very excited about having the babies at home without any medical procedure. I even took a few curses and now I’m a certified midwife” you said proudly.

-“I wouldn’t recommend that, a birth of babies that big is not something easy, but I admire your courage. What we can do is this, you actually have really wide hips that are perfect to give birth so I won’t be worried about baby getting stuck, but I’m actually worried about your vagina. Most of the times the real problem is that the vagina is not that wide or they just don’t let it stretch correctly. So what we’re gonna do is this: I’ll send you some clases I give online so you can know exactly what to do in all the possible cases that could happen during the birth. But this is just for the week 40 as time limit, if you reach the week 41 there’ll be no other option than practice a c-section, understand?”

My mind was receiving a lot of information at the same time, just the words “10lbs, birth, vagina, stretch, 40, c-section” were mixed rounding my head. Little bit worried and confused I looked at you, you didn’t seem to be worried about anything, you looked so excited and sure about what we were about to do. Again your confidence and happiness infected me and gave me the strength to turn to the doctor and say “That’s great, thank you for everything. We’ll contact you if something happens” Get slowly and hardly up the chair to shake the doctors hand.

We were in the car coming back home and we couldn’t stop talking about what we needed to do, what we needed to prepare, what we needed to buy and bet when the babies were coming. Was a very long road trip so we had enough time to talk and plan every single detail.

-

It’s the first time I write a story, please tell me what do you think. It’s too large but I think it’s not boring

If you like it ask for the part 2 ❤️

[romsabombs]

Malevolent part 49 The Suspects notes!!

i dont remember who any of these people are

harlan french accent💀

"i did not kill langward" ok trust🙏

"i fucking hate cultists" he says in a room full of cultists

ohhh horig smart as hell

azatoth??

i have no idea whats going on

"do you think theres someone here pretending to be someone theyre not" wuh oh

ya hes too crumpled up to be a prince

avoiding the question by yapping

its among us

"if you find anything you'll tell us" yeah...... sure....

HAHA he cant even stand up from a chair

hes dying from the plague

eat the elephant mentioned

being a coward is prolly the only way to survive this

ok maybe not

omg he's lying arthur taught him how to be a detective

"im sure you'll make a handsome corpse" OKAYY

OKAYYYY white boy queening out

WOAH

"let this show that if i was, you'd be dead" hot

are you kidding me . pulling a candle and the wall opens😐

dumbass tries to pull out the lighter

after YOU 👺

"i have no dagger, you do😐" "i INSIST👹"

how did he not notice isnt there a big echo here

HAHA not the painting with the eyes cut out to spy on people

scooby doo ahh mansion

hmmmmmmm strange symbol . im sure that wont be a devastating revelation later

OH 😨😨😨

oh . . oh no

any excuse to kill a cultist

oh :( blud is dying

quietlyCOUGHCOUGHCOUGH

HAHA "perhaps we should split up"💀

i think arthurs gonna get this guy killed when they're trying to be sneaky and he starts coughing

WHAT

NOO OWHAT WHAT WHAT HWGWTAN NOOOOO OHHH OH MY GOD OHH

ohhhh that is WORSE

if barnabas doesnt kill him the plague certainly will

imagine having faced horrors and monsters beyond comprehension and then dying to just a Guy . embarrassing

ohhhh nooooooooo😟😟😟

ohh hes gonna Die asf

saved by plot armor yet again

"i saw barnabas vent"

aw :( "im sorry for this"

oh no. .. . . . ..

"ill survive" will you???🤨

HAHA HE FELL DOWN ANOTHER HOLE

a forest?????

their bag is in a tree💀 throw another rock at it or something

these boys have the worst luck imaginable

why didnt he kill him?? he just left

KELLAN? omg kellan mentioned

"we're not getting out of this one" oh:(

yorrick is stuck in the tree😭

he doesn't care coz hes gonna die anyway

oh hes Hopeless hopeless

arthur cant keep up with the lore

OHH DONT DO THIS TO ME DONTT

COME ON NOT MARIE :((((

can we read oscars letter now . no wait its in the bag

bluds just giving up🤨 bro we have promises to keep and miles to go before we sleep

HAHA hes so pathetic

YAAA OSCARS LETTERRRRR YESS

HE REMEMBERSSS :333

THIS ISAWESOME OSCARS LETTER

whatever is in that letter is gonna give him hope and determination to keep going

ITS A POEMMM WHAAT :((((

gay as hell no straight explanation for this

I AM TJE MASTER OF MY FATE I AM TJE CAPTION OF MYSOUL☹️☹️

:( OH :((( HAHAA THATS SO AWFUL

:((((((( oh :( :( :( man . thats terrible

hes crazy hes a madman

MILES TO GOOOOO MILES TO GO

"woke me up too" 💀

guyss what about the creature

we'll never get to know what he wrote what if i jump off a bridge

is it a wendigo

this is what the symbol was about wasnt it

DUDEE😭 insane

OH THE DARK YOUNGGGGG OHH

ohhhh my christ the dark young

loving the references in this episode

motherless behavior

YESSS ARHTUR👹👹

oh OH oh no

GET UPPP

jumpscare in 3 2 1

OH 💥💥💥💥 KILL ITTT

the bullet bounced off💀

WE DID ITTT :3 YIPPEE

oh ya hes still dying

OH !! 😨

WHAT Barnabas was it the witch

YAA women in male dominated fields

bring yorrick back🙏🙏

hand of malevolence is still crazy to me

OH the coin

OH COME ON can we just get a break

personal hunting grounds💀

so what he kills awful people .

"remarkable performance" okayyy

OHHH THE COIN

whaaat hes an ally now

no bruh they didnt talk at all😭

ohhh shit . they both hate cultists

dang . it all comes together

ohhh hes just giving it to us??

:3 arthur "curious name" 😭

ohh ya hes still dying

"humanity in all of its forms" ☹️

oh shit she can heal us

ALMOST any affliction

so the answer was friendship 🎀🙏

BRO HAHA we're his enemy asf . working for kayne

insane episode actually

[khaoala]

I can’t believe it’s over. What am I supposed to do with my Saturdays now? What am i supposed to do without all the emibonnie content we’ve been blessed with these past 12 weeks (I know they have that fanmeet coming up but…).

Ok, let’s see if i can try to collect my thoughts and make them sound semi coherent.

I was a little surprised by the 4mo time jump but i guess i get why it was necessary. Kawi has mostly recovered, pamrak continue to be fucking adorable with their postcards, and the oat/rak team up to go visit nene was sweet. All of that leading up to the greatest and sweetest sibling hug of all time. Rak really does have healing hugs 🫂 (I think I could use one right about now 😭).

Rak never fails to make me so proud every time she stands up to her dad and talks back to him, she has me fist punching the air and yelling “Tell him, Rak! TELL THAT SON OF A BITCH OFF!” And of course I can’t not mention nene sweeping in (im gonna miss my little lurker) going on about “WE this” and “WE that”. She blamed khem for taking away her family AND THEN CAME IN AND TOOK HIS FAMILY AWAY. Congrats, Nene you got your revenge, and as an added bonus, got yourself some siblings and a mother figure (and possibly a gf too). Khem may still be alive after all of that (at least he didn’t get redeemed) but here’s to hoping one of the maids steps up and poisons his food 🤞🏽🤞🏽.

You know what happened next….poor old, sweet, precious grandma bua. GONE TOO SOON! SHE DIDNT EVEN GET A CHANCE TO SEE RAK ONE LAST TIME AND THAT IS JUST UNFORGIVABLE! Last week when I saw the ep preview and saw that pamrak would be separated I had joked about the reunion sex but god to have their reunion to be at grandmas funeral!!!! DOUBLE UNFORGIVABLE!!! I think I cried the most during that scene compared to the rest of the episode. One good thing that did come out of it was at the end when everyone was ganging up on poor puppy dog rak 🥺 and we were blessed with the another ever elusive Nene smile. Happiness and having friends and family looks good on her 🥹.

Ok, so the first time jump I understood but then putting in a four fucking year time jump???? What was the purpose of that? 4 years of pamrak was taken from us!!!! And am I to believe that in 4 years oat and nene weren’t already dating? Did we witness the start of a first date??? FOUR WHOLE YEARS JUST SKIPPED RIGHT OVER!! The biggest blow for me was that we WERENT GIVEN A WEDDING!! What the actual fuck. I mean yea they were adorable as ever waking up in the bed together with their rings on and telling the kids that they were WIVES!!!! But but but the wedding 😔.

I don’t remember every aspect of the Pluto finale other than them getting back together and getting married but one finale I remember quite well was the Reverse 4 You finale. They had a part four fumble in that finale and wasted time by showing us four forgiving that girl instead of giving us more fourwa scenes. Feel like that aspect was repeated here.

That’s my only gripe; I obviously loved every other thing about this show. It has skyrocketed to the top of my gl list and will probably remain there for a long time.

-🤫

I lied. One more thing

All those years of dental school and she ends up volunteering to teach kids about brushing their teeth????

i left this one to answer today because i was a zombie yesterday and since it was the last episode, it deserves all the brainpower i can muster.

i'm afraid emibonnie and pamrak might have changed my brain chemistry forever (i'm sorry milklove, you'll always be special to me, but i think i have a new favorite). they were phenomenal. i could talk all day about them and how much they delivered flawless chemistry in their very first project together. they are the blueprint to be followed. they deserve all the praise and success that i know will come their way. i love them dearly, and i'm so glad they were who gave us this pamrak.

time skips in gmm shows have become a standard at this point, not only in gls but their bls too, so i wasn't so surprised by the 4 months jump (i was however surprised by the 4 years jump, but more of that later). seeing rak focusing on her studies and helping her mom and brother out and later bringing nene to see kawi was just very sweet. i was very pleased with that tbh. i wasn't so sure how they would bring nene to the family core, but we knew she felt guilty bc of kawi suicide attempt, so bringing her to help him heal was very sweet (and i 100% agree, rak has healing hugs and we should all get one).

rak really is someone that speaks to me in spiritual levels. i have a huge (personal) problem with the "this is a matter between me and your mother. don't get into this" kind of narratives, bc you had this manipulative asshole making everyone bend to his will the whole time, and he wants rak, who has seen all of that (and experienced it firsthand too) to stay quiet? when she very much knows better than just lower her head and let him step on them? no no. my girl has made me proud every single step of the way. so brave. i love this woman with every fiber of my being and i'll miss her tremendously. nene also was so girl boss when she got into that house and told khem to wait and see who was going to come out on top. SHE KNOWS SHE HAS PEOPLE TO SUPPORT HER. SHE HAS A SAFETY NET AND HE DOESN'T. TAKE THAT ASSHOLE.

at the time, i was so heartbroken that yai bua didn't get the chance to see rak one last time, but next day thoughts and i'm okay with that now. not everyone gets the chance to say their goodbyes, but yai knew how much rak cared for her, and how much they enjoyed their time together, even if they only had video calls to see each other. it made pam telling rak about yai's passing a lot sadder too. the two of them crying in the phone in complete silence? absolutely destroyed me.

now again, the four years jump was something really. i assume they did it to make sure rak had graduated and could teach alongside with her WIFE. but i suspended belief for very much everything else. do you want me to believe that in four years the cafe gang is only the three of them still? and that they even have jobs yet? hasn't pheem been trying to become an actor since the beginning? and it took them all four years to move on? i don't buy it. someone in the tags of my (first) oatnene post said that they pretending to not be together must be some type of roleplay before they go on dates and i'll believe that's the case bc there's no way aot wasn't insistent enough not to take nene out on a date after a few months after she joined rak's family. also, i've said it in the tags too but i'll say it again, i'm finally convinced of viewmim's chemistry. all it took was nene stop being a vengeful single minded person and start letting herself be cared for to convince me that they'll work amazingly well together.

not getting a wedding was a choice though. the moment they woke up in the bed and i saw the rings in their ring fingers i was 👀👀👀, but i thought they were engaged since i always mix up which hand is wedded and which hand is engaged. can we hope for an our skyy with the gls couples? maybe we get to see more of their married life or the wedding. i really want to see emibonnie in wedding gowns.

i think the us finale was probably the most solid finale we've had tbh. from all the recent gls i've watched at least, they had the most solid plotline and satisfactory end. something that happened with most of the shows i've watched in recent times is that i'd lose interest in the story as they got to the end of the story. but they had a grip on me from start to finish. even if i wish we've got more pamrak being domestic af, i feel nice that they tried giving us closure for all the stories they told. even khem being alone in those expensive stairs. ohh, that was delicious.

i also feel like pam teaching kids how to brush their teeth was more of a side thing. you know, you can't be cute in a pretty finale montage while someone has their mouth wide open and you're with full dentist gear, so this was a fun alternative.

[pumpkinsy0]

i deleted the ask on accident cause i was to busy STUFFING my FACE w SHITTY NOODLES but i remember what it was bc i have the notification of it and remember the lil raccoon pic sent w it, so WHOMEVER SENT IT, this one is for U🫵🏽

2000s curly n pony online relationship make a return w their shitty computers (for this one tho just for funsies, lets say they didnt meet till 2010, all this takes place in like 2000-2009, im givin em the realll long distance experience)

•i said they woulda met on a forum but its completely plausible that they meet on omegle, ponys curious enough and curlys unhinged enough, plus they already see their faces!! so no hiding for em, i wouldnt hate if u saw them meeting this way (though this means they only get 1 year if online dating bc omegle was made in 2009)

•the internet is basically ponys only form of constant communication w others so hes on it quite a bit, meanwhile curly doesnt gaf about the internet hes only on there occasionally to mess w others. HOWEVER, ever since meeting pony hes been on it wayyyy more and hogging the family computer (much to angelas annoyance)

•they play free online games like club penguin and runescape, they dont rlly LOVE the games but do it to have something to do together (when theyre older tho they talk fondly about runescape tho)

•i say we let pony burn a cd fr curly as a lil present!!! please!!!! it would have music on it pony thinks curly would like and pony even writes a small messages on the cd w a sharpie just for him. angela rolled her eyes when she saw it, nearly gagged

•theyre both small gamers and have a gameboy, i WILL make them deliver games to each other in the mail, they traded those hoes like pokemon cards

•haitian american shepards have to b real in SOME version and this is the one, the shepards werent born in haiti here and werent taught kreyòl so they dont soeak it💔💔💔wont stop curly from trying to flirt w it tho!! he just hears words his mom uses and tries saying it back to pony later during a call but bc theyre BOTH in their living room, while hes doing it everyone can hear it🥀🥀

•the first shrek came out in 2001, something tells me pony didnt care much for the movie meanwhile curly was so annoying about it, he couldnt stop rambling about it to pony and pony just responded w “oh ok”. BUT they both do like cartoon network!! they cant watch it much but when they do catch an episode from someplace w cable, they tell the other what it was about n allat. however if they both dont have cable, they could bond over shows they DID have access to, but it wouldnt b a lot

•on the wikipedia page of where pony lives, curly wont stop editing it to include something about pony or to trash on how shitty/boring the place is. not many ppl even live there so it stays up for a long time

•they seem like they use msn messenger, i wouldve said they used email instead but their vibes can only b captured on there

•for a bit of time neither of them had a phone so they went HOURS without talking to each other💔most of the time tho pony would come home to a lot of messages from curly cause he skipped school

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

I’m so happy you’re returning! Please don’t take this in any way as being meant to make you feel guilty, but I was so sad when you took your hiatus, because I had only *just* found your blog and our HCs for Gareth have like a 95% overlap, which seems so rare in this teeny fandom niche.

You want a smutty HC request, I’ve got one I’ve been holding onto for months now! How about giving Gareth his first blowjob? I feel like he’d be really flustered and sensitive having all your focus on him, especially on his lower abdomen where he carries much of his extra weight and insecurities, but it also feels so good and he finishes embarrassingly quick from getting so overwhelmed by it all.

- hawkinsmafia 🤌

AHHHH OMG YOU DIDNT MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY AT ALL 💋💋💋💋💋

thank you for all the support you’ve given to all the things i’ve posted! it really means the world to know that our little part of the internet isn’t completely dead and we can still find others to obsess over the same little thing 😂

this is such a cute request 🤭 thank you so much for sending it in my love 🫶 and i’m sorry it took so long to finish 😅

(and i actually have a fic with a similar premise to this 🤭)

NSFW under the cut

Gareth wasn’t necessarily scared of getting his first blowjob, but he certainly wasn’t confident by any means

By the time the two of you got to the touchy-feely part of your relationship he couldn’t wait to get each others clothes out of the way

He was so patient with himself, waiting for that moment to come where he knows that he’s fully ready to take that next step

Just feeling your hands move towards the waistline on his jeans was enough to get his mind to start racing

But there was nothing in there to occupy his mind other than wanting to take in the moment

He was trying so hard to be good, he didn’t want this to be unpleasant for you

You could feel him tense up as you undid the button and zipper on his jeans and quickly moved your hands to his thighs

You gave them a gentle squeeze and he finally looked to your eyes

“Just relax.” You’d whisper to him with a gentle smile at your lips, your hands moving back to the waistband on his jeans and slowly tug them down

He’d feel himself relax almost instantly as he heard your voice

He was watching your every move, making sure to fully soak in the moment, but still keep his composure

You looked up to his eyes as your fingers looped into his boxers, softly smiling with each other as he adjusted to help you pull them down his thighs

Everything past that just felt like a blur to him

Intense pleasure was all he could remember, and the way your lips felt so soft as they were gliding up and down his cock

He wasn’t fully prepared for how much better it felt than his or your hand, it was a sensation he couldn’t describe in any way other than heaven

It wasn’t his fault if he couldn’t help but let out a few moans and whimpers

His breathing was hitched, and his hands tried gripping at the sheets beneath him, and as soon as you saw him struggling you helped guide his hands to your hair to keep it out of the way for you

All you needed him to do was lay there and be good, you’d do the rest

Before you had even taken his head between your lips he was a mess

A gentle sheen of sweat on his forehead making a few of his curls stick to his face, his lip trembling as he tried so hard to keep quiet

He tilted his head back and tried his hardest to soak in the moment, but as soon as he glanced down to see if you were ok he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you

Your wet lips wrapped around him, your head slowly bobbing up and down as your eyes stayed on his

It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen

He came quickly, he couldn’t help himself, especially after your eyes locked onto his

You’d help him clean himself up, and make sure there were no accidental messes anywhere

He’d immediately offer to get up and just go, especially seeing you cleaning yourself up in the bathroom afterwards

He’d be pulling his jeans back up around his waist before you quickly stopped him

There was no need to be so hasty, he could stay and be comfortable as long as he wanted to

And as soon as you offered some snuggling he just couldn’t say no

He’d promise he’d be better next time, and that you’d be feeling just as good as you made him feel as soon as it was his turn

@hawkinsmafia 🖤 (wanted to tag so you knew it was posted since you asked anonymously 💋)

[pacifymebby]

Born To Die / Eleven

I didn't want to leave him behind but I knew I had to.

He held me tight to his chest, his big arms making me feel ever so small, so shielded from the world as we lingered for one final moment longer in that dingey stairwell.

"Y'canna go back through the club cause Will and Kelly might be watchin the door," he said quietly, rushing his words out with an urgency that sent my heart racing.

Made me realise the trap we'd fallen into. The one I'd forced us into.

"I canna go through the fire escape cause Van might have someone watchin me..." I said swallowing a lump in my throat as I realised quite how stupid I'd been. Now that I'd had my hit, now that I was there with him, held in his arms, my desperation to be near him had given way to my usual, more sensible way of thinking and I was realising just how stupid my plan had been.

"Aye, he's got someone watchin you but he don't care enough when you're hurt to give you the neet off..." he mumbled bitterly, shaking his head when I looked up at him with wide eyes. How had he known about that terrible evening I'd spent singing at The Angel with my sprained ankle and my teary eyes. "Divnt look at me like that pet, word gets around y'nar... y'nar a thought about poppin round, giving him a taste his own medicine like" he said trailing off with an awkward little chuckle when I shook my head slowly, my little smirk mirroring his. We both knew he could never have done that. Whether he'd been angry with Van or not. If Sam had set foot ok Van's territory the day after his family had started a war with ours, well he'd have been dead by now. Thrown in the Mersey.

I shook my head, stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"I'm glad you didnt." I said quietly, letting my fingers trail through his hair before I stepped back. His eyes flickered over me. In the dim light I thought I saw him blushing. And then he glanced over his shoulder once more and remembered what we'd been trying to plan.

"Y'can go upstairs an come back down, find your friends..."

"What if I canna find them?" I bit my lip, looking up at him with lost eyes, too teary and too forlorn for my own good. This was my mess and I needed to face up to it, needed to be brave, deal with this trick I'd played on myself and come out all the smarter for it.

"Then y'go outside and you get in a taxi... Y'go straight home alreet angel? A promise I'll get a message to you..." He said again, unable to resist a kiss to my lips between promises.

"Ok," I nodded, blinking away my tears, resigning myself to the truth we both understood. That before I could get in the back of a taxi one of Vans men would probably intersect me. Pull me into the back of their own car and drive me back, captive, to their side of town.

"An if one of Van's lads see you you wave at em, you pretend like you divnt know you're in the wrong place..."

"Reet." I nodded along, trying to gather some determination in myself. Trying to remember how I'd felt earlier with that bump of coke stoking my confidence. Sam gazed down at me, held my face in the palm of his hand, thumb brushing over my skin gently before he gave me a reassuring little pat.

"Divnt be scared Meadow, y'can be brave pet I've seen y'before..." Said Sam offering me a little smile, kissing my dimple when it popped at his words.

I turned as if to run away from him then, about to dart up the stairs without looking back. But of course I looked back, caught his eyes pooling with the same desperation I knew swirled in mine, and let them draw me back to him, the magnetism between us like that between the moon and the sun. As I threw my arms around his neck and pushed my lips to his in a feverish kiss, I felt just as doomed as the moon and the sun. Just as doomed to always be leaving him, never able to linger and hold on.

I felt him melt into the kiss, felt his body brace to catch me and balance us, felt him soften as he slid his hands beneath my dress and lifted me up off my feet. He held me and I held onto him unable to let go. I never wanted to let go of him and as I opened my mouth for his tongue I felt myself melting into his embrace too.

In that moment all I wanted was for him to take me back to his mates cafe, take me back somewhere we wouldn't be found, so that he could hold me all night and I could know, for the first time in my life, what it meant to be loved.

But in the end he had to pull away, he had to let me slip from his waist to plant my feet firmly on the ground. And though I trembled when I tried to regain my balance, the ache of leaving him shivering me cold, I felt a little more brave for having kissed him, for having felt him hold me as close, as desperately as he had.

"Wait for me message angel," were his final words to me and though he hadn't said it, I knew he meant "I love you."

I knew he was telling me to keep myself safe, because just as I'd spent the days worrying about him, wondering if I'd ever see him again, he'd spent his days fearing for me.

And then I slipped away from him, knew better than to look back for him again as I fled up the stairs, trying not to rattle the stairs as I made my way up them as quickly as I could.

I heard the sudden wave of music, the thumping bass from the next room blast through the door downstairs when Sam opened it and slipped back through to the dancefloor. I shivered as the door shut behind him and swallowed the sound whole.

And then I did the same.

I took a moment to collect myself, a moment to fix my smudged red lips and my hair. I didn't want to look like I could have been the girl Sam had been ravishing. Didn't want to draw any attention to myself at all. And then with one final breath and the words "be brave meadow" I opened the door and slipped out onto the balcony, doing my best to get lost between other bodies. If I stuck close to the shadows of strangers I might slip past any watching eyes unnoticed.

I caught sight of Suki, curled up in a cigarette burned couch, her arm resting along the back of it as she smoked and looked up with fawn eyes at the lad she had met earlier... Or perhaps this was a new man now. I couldn't tell. The air was thick with smoke and dry ice and it was hard to see through the flashing lights.

I didn't think she'd seen me until her eyes lit up and she jumped in her seat waving me over to her much to the disappointment of the man who'd been watching her with awe in his eyes.

"Meadow!" She beamed linking my arm with hers as she made room for me to sit beside her. "I was about to come lookin for yas, Shelly's ringin Gene to see if he'll give us a lift home..."

Now that I was sitting beside her I could see that she was a little worse for wear after all. She was still devestatingly beautiful and effortlessly so, but I could tell that she was tired now and I couldn't help but feel relieved to know that I wasn't the only one who needed to go home.

"Oh good!" I smiled, "am knackered like, need me bed!"

"Ugh tell me about it." She said courieing into me with her head on my shoulder.

The lad she'd been with gave us the once over and gave up breathing a "for fucks sake" as he stood up, shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off

"I don't know..." She sighed dramatically, "the caliber of Geordie men just ain't what it used to be..."

"Aye..." I sighed nodding along, letting myself slip down the sofa, arms folded across my chest as my head fell onto hers. The two of us looking tired and glum though we were glum for very different reasons.

My pout was all for Sam. My mind already drifting back to him. Wondering where he was going now, who he'd spend the rest of his night with now that I was no longer in it.

When Shelley returned to us she was smiling giving us the thumbs up.

"He's leaving now," she smiled "should only be fifteen minutes or something, he said he'd bring us some water..."

"Oh int he sweet, why can't all men be like your gene eh?" asked Suki drawing a laugh and an eye roll from Shelley.

"I didn't find Gene in a nightclub..." she smirked.

"Can we wait outside?" asked Suki with a sigh pressing her empty glass to her forehead. "Got a bangin headache..." she screwed her face up and shuddered and though I was reluctant to spend too long outside where i might be seen by one of Van's mates, I couldn't help but sympathise with the girl.

"Aye," i sighed helping her up, "go on then lets go..."

We left together, the three of us linking arms. Suki let her head rest on my shoulders and we wandered sleepily out into the early morning street.

It was cold outside and the three of us huddled together for warmth as we sheltered against the wall. Suki took out a pack of cigarettes and offered them around but i was hardly paying attention. I was too distracted, trying to scan the street for anyone i recognised. Anyone who might recognise me.

I was fearful until i realised there was no need to be fearful. When i realised there were none of Van's men anywhere to be seen, well then i just felt glum. My mind returned to Sam and i remembered the way his fingers had felt on my cheek, the way his lips had moved so hungrily against mine. How my heart had fluttered in my chest under his touch. How I'd no idea when I'd get to feel those things again. Perhaps i never would...

It was a morbid way of thinking but I knew it was the realistic way too. Because our families were at war and every second Sam and I spent apart, we spent in harms way. If Van was feeling crazy he might pull a move against Sam's family which ended up taking Sam out with it. He could wind up in a fight and get himself stabbed or shot. There were so many little threats which could snatch him away from me. Every time we said goodbye it could mean forever.

That was why when Gene pulled up I looked as sad and sorry as I did. Why when I looked up and locked eyes with someone I hadn't noticed before, I looked guilty.

As Suki pushed off away from the wall I followed a pace behind, my sorrow dragging me back. Making the effects of all the alcohol and other things feel suddenly stronger.

"Alreet ladies y'carriage awaits!" grinned Gene as he opened the passenger side door for Shelley. She all but fell down exhausted, smiling with relief as she leant back in her chair.

"Fuckin hell..." breathed Suki her own smile exhausted as she opened the back door and slid across the seats leaving only me stood still in the street. Hesitating by the door.

Because I'd seen someone across the road who knew me very well. Knew i wasnt supposed to be on this side of town. Had probably been sent to watch me, had probably been waiting all night to see me come stumbling out of the incriminating club.

I did my best to raise my hand to wave at Larry, did my best to force a smile as I called out to him but I could tell it didn't do any good. I could hear the guilt in my voice and knew that come tomorrow or perhaps later tonight there'd be consequences to pay for my reckless mistake.

[fanatic564]

Hood-lucinations (BatFamilyWeek 2025 Day 1 )

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Fandom: Batman All Media Types

Rating: T

Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Relationship: Jason Todd & Tim Drake

Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Mrs. Mac (DC), Janet Drake, Jack Drake

Tags: batfamilyweek2025, batfamilyweek day 1, scars, enemies to caretaker, accidental brother acquisition, Jason speedrunning adopting Tim, crack treated seriously, bad parent Bruce Wayne, Ah yes a week about the batfam and the love it holds, Me: Ok but what if I make Bruce shitty, for the laughs, jack and janet drake's a+ parenting, child neglect, child abuse, Mrs Mac is a saint, jason and mrs mac is the duo i didnt know i needed until now, beware jason's sailor mouth, boy copes with profanity, hallucinations, no beta reader we die like Jason Todd, Do not post to other sites, POV Third Person

Summary: Jason knows a lot about one Timothy Jackson Drake. Talia made sure of that, for when he enacted his plans in Gotham. He's the Wayne's neighbor: a spoiled rich kid who's likely never known the struggles Jason has. (Bruce really picked the first black haired blue eyed child he saw once Jason was buried six feet deep, huh?) But. Everything he knows, or thinks he knows, about the boy clashes with what he sees in front of him now.

After doing recon into Tim, and not liking what he finds, Jason ends up to following Tim home from patrol. When Tim assumes Jason is a hallucination, Jason decides to use it to force Tim into self-care.

AN: I'm working on Learning Weakness and Abandon Weakness, I promise! I have the next chapters basically written, they just need a lot of revision. But now y'all know part of why I haven't uploaded. I was originally gonna post for Dick Grayson Week last week, but none of the prompts really caught my attention. So here I am for BatFamily week. I probably won't do every day, but I have 2 finished, and 2 others planned/started. So we'll see. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy!

Day 1: Scars | Enemy to Caretaker | Reverse Robins AU

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Jason knows a lot about one Timothy Jackson Drake. Talia made sure of that, for when he enacted his plans in Gotham. He's the Wayne's neighbor: a spoiled rich kid who's likely never known the struggles Jason has. (Bruce really picked the first black haired blue eyed child he saw once Jason was buried six feet deep, huh?) But. Everything he knows, or thinks he knows, about the boy clashes with what he sees in front of him now.

He's watching from a rooftop, staring down into the alley where Batman and Robin are currently fighting some of his goons. The Red Hood goons are prepared for the fight. Of course they are, Jason trained them after all. They know how to hold their own against Bats. They're a planted distraction anyway, while another group moves the location of their base. So while they don't go down easily, they also aren't necessarily trying to win either. Just stall for time.

Jason decides to use the opportunity to do some recon on the boy. And what he sees doesn't make sense to him. The boy is small. Smaller than even Jason was coming off the streets. Skinny in a way he shouldn't be, given he comes from money. And the scars. The scars.

Most are older than Timothy's time as Robin. Long healed and faded, Jason has to zoom in as far as his helmet lets him in order to see some. But they're there. They're everywhere.

There are more recent ones, too. One's that could be dismissed as Robin business, if it wasn't for the way they obviously weren't treated by Alfred. If Alfred knew about those wounds, he would have forced the boy to let him treat them. So either he was hurt elsewhere, or Alfred never found out about the wounds.

Watching the two figures in the alley, Jason realizes that it could be either option. Batman is barely sparing Robin a glance, too busy beating up the thugs in front of him. Robin has to work twice as hard to make sure both him and Batman remain unharmed. Jason remembers when he was Robin, when the old man and him would watch each other's back, moving like a dance, protecting each other as easily as breathing. But this is nothing like that. Robin is watching Batman's back, taking hits for him that the older man could have easily avoided if he tried. And Batman? The Dark Knight is acting as if Robin isn't even there. Not caring if the boy gets caught in the collateral of his attacks.

Not caring if the boy gets injured right in front of him.

This isn't right. This isn't the Batman and Robin he remembers. The duo he remembers being, remembers seeing in Dick before him. Just what is going on?

Jason's com speaks up. "Base secured, boss. Distraction successful."

"Understood. Team A, keep setting up location. Team B, retreat." Jason throws a smoke bomb down as soon as he finishes speaking. The smoke shrouds the alley between his men and the vigilantes. His men, of course, are prepared for the intervention and use the fog to escape efficiently into the night. Jason uses it to get closer to the two vigilantes to continue observing.

The smoke clears, allowing Jason visuals once more. Batman and Robin stand there looking around for signs of an oncoming attack, or retreating foes, or something. Too bad Jason's men are well trained in stealth. When the two see nothing, Batman turns around and starts stomping away.

"Wait up, B" The boy even sounds small, now that Jason can hear him in the quiet of the post-fight atmosphere.

"They escaped. I need to find them." Batman grunts, and he sounds pissed. More annoyed than Jason thinks is reasonable for something like this.

"Okay," Robin nods. "Let's split up and-"

"Robin, go home. You're hurt and I don't need a liability."

"Hurt? B, They barely scratched me!"

"Go Robin." The finality in his voice cuts off any response. Robin stares at his back as the Dark Knight storms off. Jason can't see the boy's expression behind the domino, but he can only imagine from the frown on his lips that he's not happy.

Alone in the alley, Timothy starts to grumble to himself. Jason has to strain to hear him even from his closer vantage point. "Gee, Robin, thanks for blocking that attack for me. I'm sorry you got hurt in the process. Next time I'll be sure to watch your back too. I promise." Timothy kicks a soda can that was thrown around in the scuffle. "Fuck. If I wanted to get hurt while trying to placate an emotionally unstable adult, I would've just stayed at home. Why am I still doing this?"

And that… is a statement Jason doesn't know how to unpack. He doesn't even have time to try before Timothy takes a deep breath and continues.

"It's for Gotham. Gotham needs Batman. Batman needs Robin. If I wasn't there tonight , B would've gotten hurt. He'd have killed himself by now if I didn't force my way into Robin."

Timothy continues grumbling as he walks out of Jason's hearing range. Jason doesn't bother trying to follow. His mind is full of swirling thoughts, puzzle pieces trying to click together uselessly when he doesn't know the picture he's trying to make. What the fuck is Bruce thinking? Jason would've thought the old man learned his lesson after Jason's death. But no, apparently he's somehow gotten worse at taking care of his child soldiers.

Jason needs more information, damnit. Shifting around his plans regarding Robin in his head, he makes his way to where his men are waiting for him to meet up and give their next orders.

~ ~ ~

If Jason thought he wanted to punch Bruce in the face before, then nothing could've prepared him for how much more he wants to with every detail he learns about the new dynamic duo. Tim is smart, Jason is loath to admit. Smart and clever and kind and empathetic and everything someone would expect Robin to be. Jason sees it with every criminal he secures, with how he checks up on each one after they're bound up. Checking as if there's a reason for them to be ones injured and not their victims. And the victims. Each one he reassures with a smile on his face even as Batman turns his back, already swinging away towards the next culprit.

Don't get Jason started on Batman. He sees how Bruce acts around the kid. Like he's the scum on his shoe. Like he's not worth the title of Robin. Like he's not worth being beside Bruce's side.

And that's just Tim's life as Robin.

Something Tim said won't leave Jason's mind, and with every interaction he witnesses it rears its ugly head more and more. If I wanted to get hurt while trying to placate an emotionally unstable adult, I would've just stayed at home.

Just what the fuck is this kid's home like, for him to say something like that?

Tonight, Jason intends to find out. He's too deep into this mystery now to not look into it.

Jason spends the night trailing behind the dynamic duo. Even with the mask, Jason can see the dark bags underneath the boy's eyes, and he can only wonder how he was able to avoid Alfred's wrath in order to go on patrol. Despite his obvious exhaustion, Robin doesn't allow it to affect his work. There are no rogues out of Arkham right now, so it's only petty thieves and the like out tonight. Robin takes down his share with efficiency and ease. He makes it to the end of the patrol, battered and bruised with only a few small cuts along his arms, and gets into the batmobile to go back to the manor.

Jason doesn't follow them right away. He waits for the batmobile to drive out of sight before revving his motorcycle and speeding down a different path to Bristol. B doesn't need to think they're being followed, and its not like Jason has plans of going into the actual cave anytime soon.

Jason drives to the edge of Wayne property, the edge that borders the Drakes'. Zooming his helmet into the front of Wayne Manor, he sees he's made it just in time. The door is opening, and he watches as Timothy Drake steps outside, no longer in the Robin uniform, looking every way the spoiled rich kid Jason believed he was. He waves a goodbye to Alfred as the butler shuts the door behind him.

Jason analyzes the boy as he crosses the distance between the two properties. He looks for any sign of first aid, despite knowing in his gut he won't see any. The boy was out of the Manor too quickly to have been a victim of Alfie's motherhenning. Even still, Jason watches the boy walk with confidence in his stride, as if he doesn't have untreated injuries coating his body.

That is, until he crosses the invisible boundary between the properties.

One moment, Tim is standing tall, proud, unburdened by the horrors of Gotham an. Then, it's as if the entire world is dumped onto his shoulders. His back slouches, his pace slows, and he heaves a world weary sigh as he continues his trek. He shrinks into himself, somehow even smaller than he was before, and Jason didn't think that was even possible.

There's a limp in his step, and it makes Jason pause. He fails to recall him injuring his foot on patrol tonight. A previous injury? How the hell did he manage to make it all the way through patrol if so? And again, how did it escape Alfie's all-seeing gaze.

The first half of Tim's journey took him ten minutes top, to get from the steps of Wayne Manor to the property boundaries. The second half takes twenty as Tim limps his way across the lawn. He takes the steps one at a time, before finally making his way into his own Manor.

Jason waits until the front door is long closed before moving closer. He leaves his bike hidden in some shrubbery and begins his own trek across the lawn. It barely takes him five minutes with his long strides. All the lights in the manor are off, which isn't too surprising given the time of night. But Jason can't help feeling something's wrong. He creeps up the front porch, and tries the doorknob, shocked when it opens with ease. Do the Drakes not lock their front door? Thinking back, he doesn't recall Tim pulling out a key to get in himself. Are they just asking to be robbed? Jason knows quite a few people who would pay good money for this information.

Slipping inside, Jason silently shuts the door behind him. The foyer is dark, but Jason can see a dim light coming from down one wing. He creeps in that direction, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. Peeking around a corner, Jason sees a figure in what looks like a kitchen. It's Tim, searching through some empty looking cabinets.

"Coffee, coffee. Fuck. Did I finish the coffee?" Jason stares at the boy, who's haphazardly standing on a stool to look in the upper cabinets. Why the fuck is he looking for coffee at this hour?

"Are you sure you should be drinking coffee at this time of night?" Jason can't stop himself from commenting. So much for silently observing, he chides himself. At least his voice modulator makes him sound more intimidating and less confused than he actually is.

Tim doesn't jump. He just closes the cabinet with a sigh and turns to face him. He's still standing on the stool, looking down at Jason with a blank stare. "Well, that's a new record."

Jason blinks. "…what?"

"It's only been 35 hours since I last slept. Usually the hallucinations don't start until at least 40." Tim jumps off the stool, and Jason doesn't know if he should step closer to make sure the boy doesn't fall in his injured and exhausted state, or step away in shock at his statement. He stays right where he is as a compromise. Tim takes a curious step even closer."I gotta say. Red Hood's a new one though. I wonder why? I know we faced those goons of his a couple weeks ago, but B's been keeping me away from cases involving him. Or maybe that's exactly why? Maybe it's my brain telling me to look further into him?"

"Or you could not do that?"

"That's exactly what a real Red Hood would want. Which means I should do the opposite."

What the fuck is wrong with this kid? Jason is beyond confused at this point. Why has he been up so long? Why is he familiar with how long it takes for him to start hallucinating from sleep deprivation? Why is this a normal enough occurrence that hallucination is his mind's first thought.

"I wonder if my subconscious put a face under the helmet? Hey HalluciHood. Hoolucination? Whatever. Take off your helmet. Let's see who I think is underneath."

Fucking. What? No seriously, what the fuck? You should not ask a known crime lord to reveal their identity. Even if they're an assumed hallucination!

Jason's first instinct should be to refuse. Of fucking course it should be. His first instinct should be for the anger to well up inside of him at the mere suggestion, for him to lash out in rage at the kid for the nerve. But instead, there's nothing. No anger, no rage. No instant rejection. This conversation has gone in so many wild directions and Jason is blindsided on what to do.

Although Jason's gotta admit, he's a little curious on how the kid will react.

…Fuck it. Tim thinks he's hallucinating anyway. Jason reaches up to disable the safety features on his helmet. Then, before he can second guess himself anymore, he takes it off.

Tim barely reacts. He just nods his head. "That makes sense. Who else to put under the helmet but my most common hallucination? Easier than conjuring up a new one."

Jason… doesn't think he can take any more plot twists from this kid. "Oh? Who am I, then?" He just has to check. There's no fucking way this kid knows who he is from just a glance. Actually, important question, why the fuck did he imply he regularly hallucinates Jason?

"Existential crisis. Love it, Jason. Although that's usually not till the 50 hour mark."

"Jesus Fuck, kid." Jason's done. He's just done. Just who the fuck is taking care of this kid? Why the hell aren't they doing their job? Actually, on that note. If it's been over 30 hours since he slept, then… "When's the last time you ate?"

Tim shrugs. Fucking shrugs. "You would know better than me, subconscious." He plops onto a stool at the island in the middle of the room. "Maybe I should grab a granola bar before I get to work."

That's it. Jason is going to find every adult who's supposed to take care of this child and knock some fucking sense into them. Jason stomps over to the fridge. Opening it, he stares in shock at the emptiness in front of him. A carton of eggs, some spoiled milk, and what looks like a pre-prepared plate of food. Jason grabs that and shoves it into the microwave. For now, it's better than nothing.

While that heats up, Jason looks back over to Tim. The boy is laying with his head on the counter, his eyes half shut as he struggles to stay awake. The microwave dings and the boy doesn't even move.

He does move, however, when Jason all but slams the plate in front of him with a growl. "Bon appétit."

Tim stares at the plate for a moment before starting to mutter to himself. "Okay. Selective memory. Somehow I got up, heated up Mrs. Mac's leftovers, and brought it back here, only to block the memory to make it seem like Halluci-Jason made me the food. Cool. Great." Tim lets out a dark chuckle. "God, I must be fucking lonely if I have to resort to this to feel like someone cares for me."

Every time Jason feels as if the kid can't throw anything worse at Jason, he proves him wrong. "Just eat the food then go to fucking bed."

Tim actually listens, which feels like a fucking miracle. When he goes to wash his plate, Jason shoo's him off. "I'll clean the fucking plate. Go. The Fuck. To Bed."

Tim nods silently, and Jason can see the exhaustion catching up to him. A full belly of food will do that to a person. If the boy doesn't sleep for at least twelve hours, Jason will eat his helmet.

After checking to make sure the boy actually reaches his bed, Jason flops down onto the island stool himself. He groans. What the fuck is wrong with this kid? No, a better question is: what the fuck is wrong with every single adult in this kid's life? Including Bruce and Alfred. Hell, even Dick should have noticed something off with the boy!

So what does Jason know? Tim has a habit of going long periods of time without eating or sleeping. There's someone named Mrs. Mac that Jason needs to look into, who prepares food for Tim. Even if he doesn't actually end up eating it. Where are the boy's parents? Why aren't they keeping an eye on their boy's habits?

Jason groans again. The biggest question is just what has he gotten himself into?

~ ~ ~

Tim sleeps for over twelve hours. In fact he sleeps for fifteen. Jason keeps an eye on him the whole time, not knowing what else to do while he mulls over the information he's learned.

Jason doesn't realize Tim's awake until he suddenly shoots out of bed.

"Fuck!" His yell wakes Jason from his doze. Jason jumps to his feet, immediately on the defensive. When he sees nothing that can be deemed a threat, he relaxes slightly.

"Tim, what the fuck?" He snaps at the boy, who's currently untangling himself from his blankets.

"Shit, I wasn't supposed to go to sleep until I finished the case I promised! B's expecting it ASAP. Fuck, he's gonna be mad."

"Kid, if you tried working on anything last night, it would have been nothing but nonsense. Surely Bruce will understand. Hell, he shouldn't have even let you patrol last night with how tired you were."

"Yeah right." Tim scoffs. "Like Bruce has ever cared about my well-being. Come on HalluciJason, you should know that by now. So long as I'm useful he couldn't give less of a shit."

Jason has to stop himself from storming next door and giving Bruce a piece of his mind. Just what the fuck is he thinking? He takes a deep breath to calm himself before speaking.

"Ok. Ok. Here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna go downstairs, and try to scrounge together some breakfast for us. While I do that, you're gonna follow and answer some questions for me. Call it… self-reflection. Analyzing your own situation and seeing where you can improve or some shit. You understand?"

Tim hums. "Self-reflection, huh. Not sure what I'll gain from it, but what's the harm? Ask away, Jay!"

~ ~ ~

Jason doesn't know what he expects to hear about the kid's life, but he's pretty sure it's not this.

Tim's parents aren't home. Are barely ever fucking home, if the boy's rambling mutters are to be believed. And boy does he ramble. It's as if the thought of having someone to listen to him opens the floodgates of Tim's thoughts, even if that someone is a supposed hallucination.

The boy has been basically on his own since he was seven. Longer really, but that was when his parents decided to downsize the hired help taking care of him.

"Seven is a perfectly reasonable age to stop needing a nanny, Timothy." Tim quotes his parents. Jason wants to punch something when he says that.

Mrs. Mac is the one housekeeper the Drakes keep around. A saint of a woman, in Jason's opinion, but she can only do so much during the three days a week she's there. Tim goes on and on about the meals she prepares for him, the cleaning she does, the idle chatter she initiates when Tim's home. The woman deserves an award for single handedly keeping Tim alive.

By the end of his questions, Jason is already plotting a way to unofficially move into Drake Manor. Tim needs an adult in his life God damnit, someone to take care of him cause he sure as fuck can't do it himself. Never mind that Jason isn't technically an adult, but eh, details. The manor is big, with plenty of spare rooms, so he knows there's enough space for him to have his own space.

After making sure Tim eats his breakfast, Jason gets to work. Hopefully Tim won't get himself killed in the time it takes Jason to pick out a room and make a list of things that need to get done. Most important is grocery shopping. Because Jason cannot stand the state of the Drake's kitchen pantry.

The rest of the day blurs by. While checking on Tim every few hours, Jason catalogs the state of the manor. He makes a list of anything he needs to get in order to care for two growing teenage boys (as much as Jason doesn't want to consider himself one). At one point he races to his apartment to pick up his own things. It takes a few trips, with Jason only having a side-car on his motorcycle to carry things in. Each time he returns, he checks on Tim, only to see him right where he left him. Sitting at a table on his laptop, working on the case he mentioned this morning.

Eventually, Jason finishes moving everything he needs for now into the room he picked out. It's a decent sized room in the guest wing, far from the family wing with little chance of discovery. Not that there's many people who are home to discover it. He unpacks the necessities, taking the time to change out of his Red Hood outfit while he does. Tim already knows who he is after all. Soon, he decides he's done for the day. It's almost dinner-time, and Jason is certain Tim didn't eat lunch.

When Jason returns to Tim once more, he's still in the same spot, looking as if he hasn't even fucking blinked since Jason last checked.

"That's it." Jason walks up to Tim and closes the lid of his laptop. Tim goes to complain, but before he can Jason slings him over his shoulder like the sack of potatoes he is. Geezus, this kid needs to gain some weight.

"Put me down." Tim cries. He punches and kicks, but Jason barely feels it.

"No can do, Timbit. It's dinner time, and you've been doing nothing but staring at that screen all day. How are your eyes not killing you?"

"I'm almost done! I just need to finish this case and then I'll eat."

"Nope. You're done for the day. If I let you continue, you'd go all night." Jason has a realization. "Besides, isn't it a school night?"

"I'll just skip and hack the attendance list like usual." Yeah not on Jason's fucking watch.

"You should feel fucking privileged to be able to go to school at all, kid. You are not skipping on my watch."

Tim has stopped kicking at this point, but he doesn't let up on his complaints. "God, I miss Robin HalluciJason. At least he let me do my work while telling me all my faults. And didn't force me to go to school"

Jason has learned at this point to just ignore the vague comments implying the state of Tim's health and mental health until a later point. If only to preserve his own mental health. "Yeah yeah, I'm the worst. What do you want for dinner?"

Dinner is a silent affair. Jason makes stir-fry out of the ingredients he bought while bringing his things to the manor. Tim takes it in stride, assuming Mrs. Mac prepared extra meals that he heated up and promptly forgot. Jason doesn't bother to correct him.

He corrals the kid to bed shortly after, knowing he needs it.

~ ~ ~

Jason sits in the manor kitchen dressed in his Red Hood outfit. The only light surrounding him is the dim natural light from the few windows in the room. Tim left for school a couple hours ago, leaving Jason alone. But not for long.

He hears the front door open. The humming of an older woman fills the silent manor. Footsteps make their way in Jason's direction. The kitchen lights turn on. The humming is replaced with shocked silence.

"Hello Mrs. Mac."

She doesn't scream like Jason expects her to. Instead, her eyes narrow, and her hands sneak into the purse at her hip.

"Why is the Red Hood all the way in Bristol?"

"So you've heard of me?"

"I like to keep up with current events. And honey? You're definitely a current event." Jason laughs. He winces a little as his helmet distorts it into something a little more intimidating. It doesn't seem to bother Mrs. Mac though as she continues. "So I ask again, why are you here?"

"I've taken an… invested interest in the Drake family. Specifically one Timothy Jackson Drake."

Instantly, Mrs. Mac's eyes go cold and her grip tightens on whatever she has in her purse. "What could you possibly want with the boy? He's done nothing wrong."

"You're right. He's not the one who's done something wrong. It's every other fucking adult in his life, aside from you." She tilts her head in question, her eyes still narrowed. "Relax, Ma'am. I'm not here to hurt you or him. Come. Sit. Let's talk."

"And how do I know I can trust you?"

"You're the one who keeps up with current events. So you should know my rule about hurting kids." Jason makes a split second decision. "But I suppose I can trade some trust for trust."

Jason is glad he put on his domino under the helmet as he pulls it off. Mrs. Mac gasps, although Jason doesn't see recognition in her eyes. Her stance relaxes as her hand loosens in her purse.

"You're just a boy." She whispers as she moves towards the seat Jason gestured to before. "What are you doing as a Crime Lord?"

"There's a reason I protect the kids, Ma'am. I used to be one of them."

"Used to be? Honey, you still are one." Jason has to hold down the blush as she stares at him with such kind eyes. The exact opposite of how they looked at him at the beginning of their conversation.

"We're not here to talk about me." Jason redirects. "We're here about Tim."

"Yes. Little Timothy. Such a good boy. Although, I'm still not sure why you're interested in him."

"It's… personal." She stares at him as though expecting him to elaborate. "I can't say much more without spilling secrets that aren't just mine to share. But recent events have made me aware of Tim's home life and I just can't let the kid stay like this."

Mrs. Mac nods her head. "I know what you mean. I try to help, but I can only push so much before I fear his parents will fire me. So I leave more food than I'm paid to provide, I give him company when I can, and I try to make the house seem as lived in as possible."

"From now on I am going to help." Jason states firmly. "I've taken over a room in the guest wing, and I've bought some groceries to make him food. Fucking kid thinks I'm a hallucination but honestly that might be for the best. He might interact more freely with me and let himself relax more that way. And fuck does he need to relax."

"I mean I would think that too, if the Red Hood started motherhening me." She chuckles.

"Never mind the dead kid next door." Silence. Oh. Right. She doesn't know that part. "Uh, any chance you could forget that part?"

She takes a moment to stare at him. He's not sure what she finds, but she nods her head.

"I'll let it slide for now. We are, after all, talking about Timothy here." Jason gives her an appreciative smile. Jason has a feeling they're gonna work nicely together.

~ ~ ~

It goes like this. Mrs. Mac comes to the manor late Monday mornings, early Wednesday afternoons, and late Friday afternoons. When she comes, she brings groceries, snacks, two days worth of pre-made dinners for two. (When Jason offered to pay her back, she shoved a cookie in his hands and promptly told him to fuck off, albeit in kinder words).

Jason learns a little more about Tim's home life from Mrs. Mac. The Drakes are away for months on end, Jason knows that, but for the little time they are home they act as if Tim isn't even there. Mrs. Mac barely sees the boy when the Drake's are home. He's always hiding in his room or in some part of the house his parents are not. Who knows if or when he's eating during those times.

Jason's still not sure what to do about Bruce. He knows for damn sure he can't convince Tim to stop being Robin (he tried, it didn't go well), so all he can do is help the boy tend to his injuries while plotting how he's going to confront the Waynes.

Time passes. Tim loses some of the bags under his eyes, and even gains a little weight. His injuries are properly cared for and his scars fade little by little.

And then, news of the Drakes' return.

~ ~ ~

The night before their scheduled arrival, Jason stands in the kitchen cooking dinner with Tim laying his head on the island counter. His eyes are closed. Jason's pretty sure his logic at this point is if he doesn't see anything, he won't freak out over 'missing' memories. Jason just leaves him be.

When the food is done, Jason sets a plate out for each of them. "Eat up, Timbo."

Tim lifts his head and stares at the food. "I wonder. With my parents home, will you disappear? I mean, I technically won't be alone anymore, so there'd be no reason for you to be here. And I've been sleeping more lately too."

"Who knows, Timmy? I might just surprise you."

Tim scoffs. "Yeah, you're right. Just cause they're home, doesn't mean I'll be any less lonely."

Jason closes his eyes so Tim doesn't see the boiling anger that fills them at the statement. "I'll take care of you, baby bird. I promise."

"Baby bird?"

"Cause you're Robin, and you're so small."

Tim squawks in response. "I'm not small!"

"Sure you're not." He ruffles Tim's hair. Tim bats his hand away before finally picking up his fork to eat, directing the conversation elsewhere.

~ ~ ~

It takes all of three hours for Jason to start planning the Drakes' murder. Well, actually it takes all of ten minutes. The three hours is how long it takes Jack and Janet Drake to acknowledge their son's existence.

"Timothy, your hair has gotten too long. Schedule an appointment to cut it."

"Timothy, why is that shirt not in the trash?"

"Timothy, look your mother in the eyes when she's talking to you."

Timothy Timothy Timothy

Jason watches it all from the shadows, eyes like a hawk as he analyzes everything the Drakes do and say. Because, there's still one thing Tim said, back on that first day, that won't leave Jason's mind. That hasn't left his mind since the boy said it. That's been plaguing him for weeks since Jason first started staying at the manor.

If I wanted to get hurt while trying to placate an emotionally unstable adult, I would've just stayed at home.

"What was that, boy?"

"I-I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. Please, forgive me."

"You ungrateful brat!" A hand is lifted. Jason doesn't think. He just moves.

Faster than even a speedster, Jason flies out of the shadows behind Jack and Janet and grabs Jack's raised hand.

"What the-"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Jason snarls, the helmet doing nothing to hide the pure venom in his words. Janet steps away from him in fear. Jack tries to do the same, but the harsh grasp on his wrist stops him.

"Wh-who are you? What are you doing in our house?" Jack tries to steady his voice, to make his words demanding, but all Jason hears is the terror lacing every syllable. Jason smiles harshly, not that anyone can see it.

"Haven't you heard of me? I'm the Red Hood." Jason twists Jack's arm, hearing the man cry out in pain. "And I have opinions about people who hurt kids."

"You have no right to be here." Janet seems to have gained some of her own footing. easier for her when her arm isn't seconds away from snapping. "Leave before I call the police."

"I'm pretty sure at this point I have more right to be here than you do. I've been here for months now. I've provided food, I've bought the goddamn toilet paper, I've been taking care of your fucking kid. Isn't that right, Timmy?"

Jason spares a glance towards Tim for the first time since he entered the scene. His eyes are wide, not in fear like his parents, but in shock.

"Yo-you're real?"

Jason chuckles. "Really kid, the hallucination excuse died that first day after I forced you to sleep. How you convinced yourself for this long is beyond me."

"Then that means…" Quiet, so quiet Jason has to read his lips to know what he says, he finishes. "Jason."

Jason doesn't respond before his attention snaps back to Jack trying to escape his grasp. "We'll talk later, baby bird. For now, just say the word and I'll deal with your little problem here."

"No!" Tim shakes out of his shock in order to grab the hand on Jack's wrist. "Ja-Hood. Don't kill them. Please!"

"Why not? They're shitty people who have no right being the parents of such an amazing kid like you. The world would be better without them in it."

"Please, Hood." Jason looks into Tim's pleading eyes and sighs. Goddamn Robin puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine." But because he can, he snaps Jack's arm, causing the man to scream out in pain. "Just remember that your son is the reason you're alive to feel this. Both of you," he takes a moment to stare Janet in the eyes as well, "be fucking grateful. If I hear that you've so much as raised your voice at Tim, I won't be as merciful."

Jason lets go of Jack's broken arm and starts to walk towards the front door. He pauses to look behind him at Tim. "Come on, kid. I think we deserve some fucking ice cream."

Everything isn't perfect. The two have a lot to talk about now that Tim knows Jason is really alive (and a Crime Lord). They need to talk about Bruce, and Alfred, and Dick, and Mrs. Mac, and Robin, and… just so many things. But, as Tim races to catch up to Jason, barely glancing at his parents before grabbing Jason's outstretched hand, Jason thinks that everything's gonna be better from here on out.

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END NOTE:

I hope y'all enjoyed! I'm not sure how I feel about this, it feels a lot more rushed than I hoped. But it's good enough to post. I'll see y'all tomorrow for day 2.

Feel free to point out any mistakes.

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Miami unserious race overview

Hello and welcome back. We have another interesting race behind us. My thought on each team and driver under the cut as always.

1. Red Bull

I cant believe I'm saying this but Max lost on lack of pace. This is both good news and bad news to me. Good news because the Red Bull is within reach to the rest of the grid and we might get a possible lestappen fight in the future and bad news because my Maxie lost 😭. But it's OK he's gonna win the next one (if Charles let's him he he)

And it looks like red bull got the setup wrong for this race (they applied for a change that was not approved under Parc Ferme) so I'm not too scared. And by the looks of it neither was Max.

At one point Perez had such a bad pace I was like WHAT is wrong with the Red Bull??? It's insane. I'm starting to like Checo again so I don't want him to flop too hard. But alas.. it's Checo. But please please for the love of good be good enough to keep Daniel in the midfield. 🙏

2. Ferrari

Charles was amazing once again all weekend. That's my perfect driver. He did everything right except for that spin but he controlled amazing there too. I just love him so much ok? OK. And he didn't seem too dissapointed with his pace compared to McLaren either maybe because they could keep up with them on similar tyre life's without upgrades. So those coking upgrades must be good if he is this nonchalant to losing to Lando. Like I said, both Charles and Max seemed pretty unaffected but maybe that was just them in the moment being happy for their friend. No way to tell.

Anti Carlos rant and thoughts on the rest of the grid below the cut

Carlos was horrible. Honestly just all in all a really bad performance from him. Please let us start acknowledging this. First he could not pass Daniel in the sprint, then in the race the first thing he does again is attack Charles instead of defend against Perez. Which lead to Perez barging in and almost taking both of them out. He was extremely lucky that didnt happen. Then he kept whining on the radio about how he is faster (he was 0.029 faster for god's sake). And one point when he lost the DRS he wanted a switch which was exactly when he saw he was losing pace and he needed something to happen for him to be in front. Then I don't even want to talk about the fight with Piastri. That was just embarrassing, both from a on track battle perspective and a horrible whiny human being perspective. No skill no personality nothing. I honestly don't remember him being in a battle with someone and not making contact in recent races. And then this same person goes and blames everyone but himself. And not only that, he's saying he had the win???? Honey, Lando would have passed you in half a lap if you hadn't pitted, what are you on about? What win? I wish to be this delusional one day.

Carlos rant over moving on to the man of the hour:

3. McLaren

Lando finally got the win! Yay. Kinda a lot of mixed feelings about this one. I don't want Lando to do good but I am happy that a man who has worked his entire life and has faced disappointment after disappointment is getting to have this moment. And I believe in good karma and positive attitude so I will not be a bitter hater on this one. Congrats Lando and Lando fans. And I am counting this as a win, the safety car helped him but he is not the first nor last to be helped this way, however he drove beautifully after that and deserved the place. Max and Charles fell behind on pace significantly and very fast (albeit Charles was on significantly older tyres).

I am so sorry for Oscar. He used the situation at the start then was really fast and kept both ferraris at bay for too long. All that without the full upgrade package. Really really good performance. He was my driver of the day. Not to mention he had the hardest job yesterday - having to deal with Carlos. Imagine if ferrari didn't decide to pit him first.. I cant even think about it honestly I might go crazy. Can't wait to see what he can do with all the upgrades in Imola.

4. Mercedes

They were fighting Haas all weekend. Toto should stop yapping about Max and resign once and for all.

5. RB

I think RB only have one working car but are not telling anyone. One race Daniel suddenly remembers how to drive the next one its Yuki. They switch the one working car they have each race and no k e can convince me otherwise. (Real talk tho Daniel being p20 3 hours after he got p4 in the sprint is extremely hilarious)

6. Aston Martin

They were racing? The only time I saw Strolls name was when he drove into Lando in the sprint (not his fault this time). I honestly have nothing else to say..

7. Haas

MY NEW FAVORITE TEAM!!!! They are so funny but they are gaining points from it. They provide entertainment on and off track AND they are climbing up the standings. How fucking amazing. Kevin Magnussen you beast. You my man represent what f1 should be about - unhinged chaos. He came he collected 1 minute worth of penalties he finished last. But did we have fun? We sure did. Did Lando win? He fucking won. Did Logan DNF? Unfortunately there has to be a victim here. And he has 2 penalty points left to spare before Ollie makes a comeback and with this track record I think we are about to see Ollie in Monaco. Kevin the fairy godmother of f1. Giving everyone what they want in the most entertaining way possible. Did I mentioned how much I love him? Yeah I do!

8. Alpine

Alpine got a point!!!! Another sentence I didn't think I'd be writing this soon. Good for them. I don't know if it is still only Esteban with the upgrades but it seems like it. Either way this is promising and I'm happy for them. They did that for Travis btw. If you even care.

9. Williams

I feel so sorry for Logan. I feel like I say that way too often but it's the truth this season. Poor guy. The latest victim of the Magnussen tornado. Who Will it get next week? My guess is Perez.

10. Sauber

Idk if anyone noticed but Zhou made it an insane amount if laps on a soft tyre. The last time j checked was 5 6 laps to the end and he was on lap 23 on softs. That's impressive. He probably didn't want to risk losing 50 seconds In the pits again poor guy. Other than that they need to do better. Good job to Zhou tho.

This was my lo gest overview to date I think but im happy with this race and how everything went.

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Cuddle Party [Ft. CSR]

Tags: 8-some fluff, super sweet, sleepover, cheeks madness, very wholesome Word count: 8k~ words Author's notes: this monstosity of a fic is finally out, 8k words of pure fluff and wholesome stuff, CSR is my favorite group and i had a ton of fun writing for them, hope you all will enjoy the fic Credit: @4m1rz for being my trusty beta reader and @libraryoferos for not only helping me with the beta reading but also providing some of the scenes plus the inspiration for this fic, without him this fic wouldnt exist so make sure to give him some love

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“Why am i even here”

you thought to yourself as you were in your mom’s car on your way toward one of your classmates Gu Yeham’s house for a sleepover, honestly, you didnt really expect to get an invitation to a sleepover at all, especially when all of you are 17 years old, so when you found yourself looking at your phone which the same girl who is hosting this sleepover was the one who texted you her invitation.

“Are you sure this is the place?” your mom asked, you tried to look out of the window to check if this was the correct house however it was so dark that you couldn't really recognize however as you look at the address Yeham gave to you it was all correct and this indeed was her house.

As you nod to your mom she sighs in relief, “Okay, you remember what we talked about before?” she asked as honestly, it was hard to forget the number of rules your mom gave you in order for her to let you go to this sleepover, especially one with him being the only guy full of girls.

“Yes Mom, no sleeping together with them, i must inform you at 11 PM sharp that everything is fine” you say, started taking your bag out of the back of the car-” you were saying however your mom cutted you

“and what is the most important rule?” she asked as you were confused, you couldnt remember anything else besides those two since you were pretty zoned out

"Wear protection?" you asked as your mom laughed as she gave you a kiss on the forehead and a warm smile

“Have fun” she said as you left the car, in front of the big house, as you find your way through the dark path you finally manage to get toward the door of the house, the small light from the entrance illuminates the doorbell. pressing the doorbell start get your thoughts racing through your head

“Ok dude, relax its all good, its just a sleepover, you did those before, granted it was at age 10 and this sleepover is only girls but i should be fine, nothing to-” your thoughts came to a halt as the door suddenly opened, revealing Gu Yeham in front of you, her face lit up as she saw you in the door.

“oh shit” you thought to yourself

You couldn’t think of anything anymore. She was beautiful.

Quick. You searched in every corner of your brain of a compliment to give Yeham but found nothing—smooth hair you have, no, you have pretty skin, no no, your cheeks are very round? You fumbled every word possible and in the end stuck with a “Hello, Yeham?”

“Welcome, welcome~” she said with a smile, “What are you waiting for? Come in, unless you want to freeze outside by yourself” she jokingly said, inviting you to her house

It looked big from the outside but it was even more majestic inside: the walls were high and spacious, brightly shined decorations of gold and silver while the crystal chandelier sparkled. You didn’t feel exactly comfortable. You were not used to this kind of environment and felt stiff and uptight to be in such a luxurious place but your friend eased you into it. Yeham took your hand and guided you to the kitchen. Remembering that it was her place made you a tiny bit more relaxed.

“You’re late, was it difficult to find my house?” she asked. 

“Yeah, It’s a bit far from the city area. It didn’t help that it was really dark and I… didn’t expect it to be like this.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“No, no, I do,” you were quick to correct yourself. “I like it a lot. It’s very beautiful. Maybe it’s too beautiful. I’m afraid I will destroy something if I step in the wrong way.”

She chuckles. “You’re too tense!” Yeham gave you a pat on your back. “I’ve never seen you this way.”

“Yeah, it’s just that… uh…” you stopped yourself. It was embarrassing to admit it but stupid were you to even start it. Yeham’s eyes raised toward you in a curious manner, they studied you and she said, “It’s what?”

“Nohing. Nothing.” you quickly lie, looking away at her to try and hide your embarrassment, however she quickly walked in closer to look at your eyes.

“Oppa…Don’t lie now. Don’t forget you accepted the sleepover. We won’t go anywhere unless you tell me now and I have all night~” Yeham playfully told you with a devious smirk. She crossed her arms and looked at you through her eyebrows, fierce and bossy. You knew you couldn’t convince her.

“Aish… It’s that…”

“That?”

“That it’s my first time being at a girl’s place.” you quickly blurt out, being embarrassed even more

Yeham’s gaze immediately softened and her hands dropped to her sides. Her eyes turn into pleading puppy eyes as a fuzzy feeling fills her chest. She affectionately tugged the hem of your sweater to meet your eyes. “Awww, don’t feel nervous. I’m just… your friend! You should be comfortable around me,” she said. “Or is there something that’s bothering you? I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine really. I guess I just need to get used to this.”

“Really? Are you sure? You’re looking at me weird,” she laughed.

“It’s because you’re…. very pretty today,” you said, your cheeks turn a shade of pink as you earned yourself a soft punch on your shoulder. Yeham’s steps quicken to rush to the kitchen. She doesn’t look lie she’s blushing but the reddish tint on her ears reveals what she’s really feeling.

You sighed in relief and followed her. 

You almost enter the door when suddenly you hear Yeham squeal. You stepped inside. There were bags everywhere and all the cupboards were open with some jars upside down and everything else in a mess.

Your eyes cross a girl on the ground. Her cheeks were full, with bits of chips on her cheeks and lips, while her right hand held a bag and the other hand was still half way into the bag. She hides the evidence behind her back. You’re not sure what her intention was.

“Hello?” she said, flashing a guilty smile.

“I told you to TAKE OUT the snacks, not EAT all of them!” Yeham scolded her. “Seoyeon Unnie, what is this mess?”

“Well, you said to take out all of the snacks right? so I had to make sure I really did get everything out.” she explained herself as Yeham just looked even more confused than before.

“And why are you eating?”

“Uhh…quality control?” she simply asked in a rhetorical question as Yeham shook her head in disappointment.

“You’re unbelievable,” Yeham sighed. She pinched her nose bridge and gave you a look of defeat, the one that tells you to “deal with this yourself.” 

“I’ll go see what the other girls are doing,” she said and left, you could feel the annoyance from Yeham's Aura toward her unnie. Splendid. Your first task is to clean.

It was your turn to sigh now. You looked around the room, it looked like a tornado just passed. Seoyeon smiled at you, squinting her eyes, and waving her hand, happy that she has someone to help her clean. 

You look around and grab a tissue before crouching down to her level. You grab her chin and start cleaning her face. “You can’t even eat properly, Seoyeon. Look at you.”

Seoyeon just giggled and closed her eyes. You let go of the napkin and used your fingers to swipe away all the little crumbles. In the midst of the action, you realize how soft her cheeks were. Sure, they did look soft but you didn’t know they actually were this soft. It really felt like holding a marshmallow.

You didn’t realize you were just squishing her cheeks until Seoyeon told you. 

“Oppa… are you finished?”

“Oh! Sorry…” you said pulling away your hands. You looked away.

She laughed. “So caring of you to clean me like this, have anyone told you you are boyfriend material?” she asked, looking at you with a cute grin, lost in her eyes, your mind couldn't comprehend what seoyeon was saying.

“What are you even saying, Seoyeon.” You stood up, quickly shaking yourself of the trance and patting your pants. “Help me clean.”

Seoyeon started by picking up all the bags she scattered on the ground, while you went to get a broom. That little rascal couldn’t even bother to eat normally and left crumbles everywhere as if she was Hansel. You have been her friend long enough to be accustomed to this side of her. You weren’t surprised, of course you weren’t, and you wondered why Yeham even left her alone in the first place. 

Seoyeon was a bright a girl. She was optimistic and could get along with any stranger, making them feel close and accepted. Her extroverted demeanor eventually caught you as well and that’s how you two became friends: she was a bit too energetic when she went to greet you and accidentally knocked down your lunch tray. Fortunately, some of the food was still intact but she felt guilty and wanted to apologize properly. Then followed several days with Seoyeon chasing you around and you running away, because you were scared to talk to her.

Walking out the kitchen, you couldn’t help but observe the house. You already saw it before but it still fascinated you how big it was. About two families could live comfortably in there. Yeham didn’t have any sibling, it must feel lonely sometime. It was also true that she had lots of friends.

To your surprise—even though it was obvious—the room with all the cleaning equipment was huge. It was almost as big as your little bedroom. 

So you went and looked. It looked like a whole cleaning supply store squished in there. There were all kinds of brooms, dustpans, mops, microfiber cloths, two vacuum cleaners, stacks of buckets, squeegees, toilet brushes. Those were only the tools: on the right, there was a shelf with all of the cleaning solutions. From the all-purpose cleaner to the glass cleaner, antibacterial spray, tile cleaner, bleach, toilet bowl cleaner, white vinegar, baking soda. Not to mention a whole row of laundry detergents that you couldn't recognize. In the corner, there were also products for pets, like paw wipes (you didn’t know she had a dog), urine neutralizers, brushes, etc.

Why did she even need that much stuff? Wouldn’t her family have hired a maid of some sort? Judging from where she lives, it wasn’t like she couldn’t afford it. You so lost looking into he room that you didn’t realize someone sneaked up to you.

“Who is it?” you barely heard behind you. “Why are you taking so long?” She kept your eyes covered with her hands but judging from her voice and her words, she must’ve been…

“Seoyeon.”

The hands leave your eyes as you turned around to see… Yuna. Yuna standing in front of you, angrily pouting all alone, her arms folded over her chest, and a burning gaze. Yuna was happy to see you but she did not like that you arrived at the house half an hour ago, you’ve barely spoken or looked at her, and now you even got her voice wrong.

“Oh, it’s you,” you said. “Hey, Yuna.”

“Oh, its you…” Yuna whined then sighed heavily, maybe even a little dramatically. “Go back to Seoyeon.”

You shook your head and chuckled, finding her grumbling adorable but also a bit worried by her sudden change in behaviour.

“Are you mad?” you asked. Yuna respond didnt. “perhaps...jealous?” with this question Yuna immediately reacts, as her she starts to tense up and her face started to turn pink

“Ha! No,” she scoffed and folded her arms again, this time looking away to the wall.

“Anyways, I’m sorry I didn’t recognize your voice but it’s because you said something like what was taking me so long and the only one who as waiting for me was Seoyeon to help her clean. So I thought—”

“I was waiting for you too!” Yuna puffed. “We haven’t hanged out for so long but now that we can meet again you’re only paying attention to Seoyeon.”

“It’s only been a couple of minutes.”

“A couple?!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” you quickly assured her as you put your hand on her head and patted her. “I’m sorry. We’ll definitely catch up later, okay? I’m really happy to see you again.”

Yuna couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay,” she mumbled. “Go and clean fast so we can talk.”

“Alright.” you grabbed the first broom you could find and went back to the kitchen. It was incredible. Impressive. Desperate. The kitchen was in a bigger mess than before. You saw Seoyeon sitting with her leg crossed in a sign of defeat on the floor. Her head was looking down sadly. “Explain yourself,” you simply said.

“I… I knocked down the cereal box,” Seoyeon mumbled with embarrassment. She hid herself away from you. “I was just trying to put the bags away—it’s not my fault—it just fell…”

You facepalmed yourself and didn’t say anything. You just sucked it up and started cleaning. With the right attitude, it didn’t take too long. Seoyeon had to really follow you or else she’d get a whooping.

"You two finished? The girls are waiting for us" Yuna asked after twenty minutes, you two nodded and started heading upstairs, on your way you found yourself looking at Yuna on the other side of the room, which she quickly noticed and gave you a small wink. You could feel your face turn pink but you quickly shrugged it off, now you finally arrived to Yeham’s room, finding 5 girls sitting on Yeham’s, all of them looking at you.

“Great, you finally got here,” Duna said, she was dressed in a casual pink pajama with bunnies as the decoration, she was looking at you with a smile “we all waited for you Oppa, now can we start no?” she asked as Yeham turned her gaze toward, now smiling at you as she leaned closer to you

“Ready for the best sleepover you ever had in your life?" She playfully asked, it was a simple question and for this there was only one simple answer.

“You bet” you simply said.

At the start you couldn't lie that you were a bit afraid of this sleepover, especially since you are a guy and they are a girl it will turn awkward very quick since they couldn't share girl secrets, however instead you felt happy as you all of you had fun, starting from random video games all of you would play together, to Playing Uno, that being where to problems started.

“Sihyeon, a-are you sure you want to play UNO with the damn UNO empress herself?!” Gaeumhee stuttered, sweating from the hellish pressure around the two rivals. 

“Why not? I gotta show this little girl who’s the real deal,” she casually replied. There’s confidence in her eyes, firmness in her voice, no trace of fear or doubt. She shuffled the deck swiftly, ignoring the havoc around her. Geumhee sighed.

“I’ve played with you for how many years? And you wouldn’t even take on your manager. What makes you think you can take on the almighty Sua herself—”

“Don’t worry, Geumhee. I got this. Just watch.” Geumhee rolls her eyes. Sua is risking herself at this point, she knew it and accepted it already, and there’s nothing she can do to stop her. She backed into the crowd of people and the contender sat down in the center of the room, in a floor that now was the Colosseum’s pit, Madison Square Garden’s ring, the place where the everything ends.

You gulp. In the years you’ve been friends with these girls, you’ve heard all sort of stories about Sihyeon and her goddess-like UNO plays—how they had to hold a guy down because he went insane after losing five times; how she casually beat the second best player in the world during her lunchbreak—and now you were going to witness the legend.

Apparently, her ancestors invented UNO itself.

“Just you wait, pathetic girl! You will beg for forgiveness after my last move!” Sua shouted passionately. She sat herself in front of Sua. 

The game started. 

The rest of the game was no more than a memory in your head. The succession of moves was never seen before. Every turn felt like the last one, you could only watch, without saying anything, breathing anxiously. After ten long minutes, it looked like a winner was clear.

5 cards to 1. The fate of Yoo Sua depended on her next move.

“How did it come to this…” Sihyeon sighed.

“Make your last useless move so I can end this duel, Sihyeon.” Sua sneered. She was holding only one card, she truly thought that game was over. Sua had nothing to say, she just shook her had, smiling wryly.

“You have no idea what I have in my hand.” Sihyeon said, then, she played a yellow skip on top of the previously played yellow four. After that, she played a blue skip, a green skip, and then a red skip… “Uno.”

“No way!” Sua’s face took a complete 180 as she realized what was about to happen.

“And… that’s game.” She said, playing down a red six.

Sua’s chin lowered to her chest, her eyes still on that six, her hand went limp, letting her lonely card fall out, a yellow nine. She shook her head helplessly. How could she lose? The empress, the girl that beat every player of RBW entertainment and POP MUSIC, lose to a no one like Sihyeon. She lets a long low sigh as Sua came closer.

“You know what’s next, Sua,” she said, “I will take the one thing you desire the most. Last time, the first time I challenged you, you took my title and that’s why you’re the leader of this group. This time I will take him.” Sihyeon pointed at you. You looked at her with a confused look.

“Me?” you innocently asked.

“Yes, her cru—”

“Wait! What are you saying! You’re clearly wrong.”

“I’m not wrong. I know how you always talk about him. You love—” A pillow crushes on Sihyeon’s face. The whole room freezes from the sudden hit while Sua’s cheeks turned tomato red from embarrassment as she could just be asked to bury herself right now however… “PILLOW FIGHTTTTTTTTT!!!!” Geumhee shouted on the top of her lungs as everyone rose from the floor and grabbed their weapon; however it wasn't just a simple fight, It was war and you either take a side or you take the floor.

10 minutes later and the fight was intense. All of you split into two factions: the bunnies and the ducks. On your bunnies side were Sua, Duna and Yuna while Geumhee, Yeham, Seoyeon and Sihyeon were out for your head. It was tough, everyone was better than you thought but who the most brutal was Geumhee. You could see the girls running away on the other side in fear. 

With a roar, Geumhee got into your line with her great pillow… her huge cushion was whirling again, making space, and your line went back and the ducks followed her, determined to win this battle and make a name that would be remembered in all the land of the dreams. 

You just started to find your prey to hunt when you saw Sua fall down beside you. Her body flopped lifeless right in front of your eyes, her pillow lied there with her broken spirit. 

“Sua, no!” you screamed and ran to her.

“It was a hard blow…” Sua whispered. 

“No! It can’t be!” you begged and looked at your teammates, they were struggling and still going back.

Sua caressed your face. She looked at you like it was her last time. “My prince,” she started, “the proud warrior of this nation and my beloved.” Her breath itched at the last word, but she ignored it and continued. “Unfortunately fate decided that my last day was marked by the pillow of evil Geumhee but don’t let our story end here. My dear, the trumpets of eternal glory did not sing yet and they await for you.”

Her hand went around your neck. You lowered your face, closing the distance with her lips, it was her last moment, it would also be her last ki—

Too soon. Sua blushes and rolls under a blanket. You guessed she buried herself.

Duna, who saw the whole scene, ran upon a mattress and called the attention of her remaining comrades. “People fall everyday. Friends… family. yeah, we lost Sua tonight. But she’s still with us… in here,” she said, pointing right to her heart. “She didn’t fall in vain! But you you will! Sua’s heart did beat for us! For all of us! It’s not over!”

You could feel energy rush into your body again. You feel the smack behind of you coming from Sihyeon, as you turn your gaze at her she immediately tenses up, realizing she may made a mistake. You immediately start heading toward her, a pillow in hand ready to return the favor as suddenly you could feel the hit being blocked.

It was Geumhee, her teammate in this war, you look into each other’s eyes already knowing what must happen as you start hitting each other’s pillow, blocking each swing like you two were professional fencing players, suddenly you could feel being backed into a corner, feeling like geumhee will get her hit on you, finally knocking you out of the war.

There was no way to avoid it, and blocking her this hit may cause you to fall down as you open you arms, accepting your fate.

*Boom*

“YESS!!! I GOT HIM” geumhee shouted in joy with complete disregard to the entire enviorment, her smile was large and confident as you simply get up, looking at Duna, Sua and Yuna, they all lost their 3 hearts in the beginning so they really relied on you to win them the war.

“Well at least i was close” you simply said.

“Yeah, you almost clutched and got us the win” Yuna simply said, happy.

“Almost,” Sua said angrily, she was very competitive and you could feel it through her sulky voice, meanwhile geumhee walked toward you.

“Good games, you really made me sweat up here since the other girls are very easy to beat,” she said as you could faintly hear Yuna saying “HEY” angrily from somewhere. Geumhee raised her hand for a handshake as you raised it as well, giving her a sportlike handshake.

“Ok, so it's 10:30, how about we will get down to the real business, and really get this sleepover to how it should be?” Yeham said as she begins to smirk, as quickly all the girls realized what she was talking about causing their smiles to rise as well.

“What?” you asked, confused since it was a while since you had been in a sleepover as Yeham just giggles as she leans closer to you.

“It's truth or dare time,” Yeham replied in your ear, honestly it would be the first time you will play truth or dare at all since you didnt have much friends and those who you did had the chance to have sleepovers with didnt like to play truth or dare so an experience like this would be a first.

as you all sat on the floor of Yeham’s bedroom in a circle Sua takes a water bottle and puts it on the floor, you found yourself sitting near Yeham from the right side while Duna sat near you on your left “Ok who spins first?” Seoyeon asks as Geumhee just leans toward the bottle and spins it clockwise.

a couple of spins later the bottle starts to slow down more and more as finally it stops with the front of the bottle facing toward Yuna and the back of it facing toward Seoyeon, Yuna in response just curses quietly while the short-haired girl shows a happy grin.

“Okay Yuna, truth or dare?” Seoyeon asked, making Yuna hesitate for a couple of seconds, not sure what to say as she gulps and finally spoke the next words.

“I choose dare” she reluctantly said, waiting for the worst to come as Seoyeon smiles, knowing that she has a plan.

“I dare you, to lay on Oppa’s lap for two minutes” she said as Yuna’s face turned bright red, looking at your face which seems to be more confused then ever, “Is this something that happens regularly in truth dare?” you asked yourself while Yuna walked to where you seat, sitting between you and Duna, which looked at you a bit annoyingly however you couldn’t focus on it since Yuna slowly fell toward your lap as finally her fully blushing face was on your lap, making the entire population of the room squeal in excitement as the girl in your lap gets more and more embarrassed.

“ohhhh i got to take a picture of it” Yeham said cheerfully as she rushed toward her study desk to grab her phone, as the sudden surprise of Yuna on your lap relaxes you scout the room. first there is Yeham, the organizer of the sleepover with her camera on taking pictures of the entire situation, Geumhee Seoyeon. Sihyeon and Duna were looking at you with big grins and giggling at you however Sua looked weird, she was looking away with red cheeks though sometimes she will try to glance at you but she couldn't bring herself to it, “is everything ok with her?” you asked yourself as suddenly you find yourself staring below you

you see Yuna just laying there,getting comfortable on your lap with her smile being as big as ever. however something you wouldn't notice before were her cheeks, [Insert Cheeks Ramble]

“And….time” Seoyeon said as Yuna rose up from your lap and looked at you with a big smile and then turned toward Sua, showing her a big grin causing the girl with orange hair to look furious, leaving you a bit confused at the situation however it quickly stopped as Yuna started talking

“MY TURN!!!” Yuna said as she spun the bottle again, spinning more and more with each second passing as now it stopped facing Seoyeon with the back of the bottle in front of…you? that will be interesting as Seoyeon gulps,

“Seoyeon, truth or dare?” you ask the girl with short hair as she starts to get stressed,

“Uhhh Truth?” she simply said.

“Well Seoyeon, is it true that…you already confessed to whoever you like?” you say, simply as a joke to try and lighten up the mood since you saw Sua sour’s face from before, however the results were not what you expected as the entire room now froze in place.

First to speak was sua, which did stop her from being gloomy but instead made her face go so red even #FF0000 was nothing compared to Sua’s face, “UNNIEEEE, YOU ALREADY CONFESSED?” Sua asked Seoyeon, looking furious than before while Seoyeon was just confused.

“N-n-no, what are you talking about, we are not even crushing about the same guy” the short haired girl stuttered, confused and embarrassed.

“Uh huh, just like i saw you with him in the kitchen as he touched your cheeks” Yuna joined the argument which made you freeze for a second “wait she already met her crush today? i seen at school like all day and i have no idea who they are talking about”  you thought to yourself.

“I swear to god, why no one told me Sua liked him too” Sihyeon just asks, annoyed at the whole situation 

“wait you like him too Unnie?” Duna suddenly spoke as for you the confusement turned up to 11 with all of the 7 girls arguing with each other, you couldn't handle it anymore as you finally asked the question no one asked before

“Who is HIM?!” You shout, puzzled from this entire interaction.

“YOU OPPA, WHO ELSE?!” Yeham answered as the whole room stopped, realizing the truth was already out, and there was no way to deny it as Yeham walked closer and started speaking, her face blushing a bit

“Oppa…we all have feelings for you…apparently, and from what it seems each one of us thought we were the only to have feelings for you, and…now this happened….were sorry” everyone looked down in embarrassment, now the room finally gets quiet, giving you the time to think

“They all liked you? for how long? why?” a billion questions ran through your head, while you try to find each girl’s eyes they turn away their face as if they shamed their family. In your head there was also another question: who should you chose

And as if you were communicating with telepathy, Sua immediately answered.

“Well, i think i should be with Oppa, since like…i was the first to crush on him and all” she blurted quietly as Geumhee paused herself and looked at Sua.

“What? no, i was the first one he met from our friend group since i showed him the school, i should end with him” you could already sense this was going to start another argument however Yeham joins in, calming everyone down

“Girls, we can't choose for him who he should end up with, we need to let him choose himself, Yeham pointed at you as like a moth attracted to light, the 7 girl's eyes drawn themself to you.

7 choices, 1 for each girl as you really had no idea who you should have the happy ending with. It wasn’t an easy choice. Each girl you found yourself having a fun time, like Geumhee’s occasional invites to her gaming's session online with you, or Like duna whom you were watching mukbang during school lunch, with each girl you could find one interaction you had that you were fond of.

However, you had an idea for an 8th solution, something that while it not make everyone happy in the end, it can make the playing field fair.

“5 Minutes” you simply as all of the girls were confused, letting you continued “this is how much time you have to charm me, besides doing something naughty everything else is fair game, is it ok by everyone?” you ask as all of the girls look at each other’s and then looked back at you with a smile, this was the first smile ever since your stupid truth.

“Yeah” Seoyeon answered but it was clear the answer was agreed on by everyone, realizing how far they took this stupid argument, by instinct the girls turned to each other in a circle, doing rock paper scissors, which after a minute or so Yeham steps closer to you, signaling she will start in this now contest to make you theirs.

On her knees, Yeham looks at you with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. Her eyes flicker between the floor and your pupils, her cheeks clearly red, make you wonder if her blushing was for you or for what was about to come. She gently puts her hands on your legs and gets closer. 

It’s hard for her to look at you in the eyes. Her head is turned to the side, leaving her neck and collarbone on full display. The skin is thin, pale, delicate, how easy would it be to leave a hickey, to cover it in kisses and smudges—how sensitive would her neck be, to whine and hiccup at your lips? Compose yourself.

Yeham hasn’t started yet and you’re already doing her work for her. You can feel her fingers tracing paths on your thighs, wherever they were going, they were too close to you. In a stummering fall, you put your hands behind to support you. Yeham doesn’t let you get away. She takes a further step and looks straight into your eyes. 

Now, she was more embarrassed than flirty but that didn’t matter. She bites her lip. Fingernails itch your skin, she caresses your chin, down to your neck, to your chest. “Do you know how long I’ve liked you for, Oppa?” she whispers. “It’s your fault I can’t sleep at night. I keep thinking of you and If I do fall asleep, you follow me in my dreams. It’s such a torture to see you this close to the other girls.”

Your hand try to grab what they can, creasing the moquette, marking the floor. Her poison is taking effect. You steal glances at her lips. They are pouty, shy, trying to roll back and hide themselves, yet the few glimpses of their pink shade instills the most deep desire in yourself.

“You can kiss me, oppa,” she reads your mind. “I won’t mind. But then you’ll be mine. It’s such a simple gesture and I’ll be yours. What do you say?”

To see your most caring friend that needy, at a kiss away, made you feel unexplainable new emotions. It would be a lie to say you never thought about her that way. To say, you were not considering her offer right now, would be absolutely false. You hesitantly open your mouth, “I… I think I want to—”

“That’s it!” Sua screams, grabs Yeham’s shoulder and forcefully pulls her away, rolling down with her. You let out the breath you’ve been holding until then, your eyes are wide open. You forgot about the other girls.

The background of chatter is of jealousy and envy. They realized how easy you were to persuade—you almost gave in to Yeham and she only had to offer yourself to you—if they wanted to win over their friends, they had to step up their actions. The first contender was hiding behind a big pillow, she was a blushing mess and didn’t dare to watch you again. She exceeded all her limits. Whose turn was now?

Yuna stood up, walking toward where you were sitting, she looked confident unlike Yeham’s which from the start was embarrassed but Yuna was simply smiling as instead of sitting in front of you she instead sat on your lap, right from the first second you felt embarrassed but what Yuna was about to say made you in shock

“You can touch them” she says as now its your turn to blush, looking at her chest you cant believe a girl would let you touch her in a place that special, however you find yourself looking at the girl, her face matches your color of red from the blush. giving you a smack on the head as you now realize that wasn't what she meant as her hands now point toward her cheeks.

Your hands slowly magnetize toward her face, one inch by one inch while Yuna is closing her eyes and her blush seems to be gone, ready for what was about to come.

You have been admiring Yuna’s round cheeks for a long time, but had never found a chance to feel them. Now that your friend was this close and openly inviting you, your desire was stronger than ever. One finger first, you wanted to test your expectations. Just at the touch, her right cheek enveloped the tip of your finger. You didn’t have to put much pressure they were soft enough. 

Your thumb joined your lonely index, to gently pinch her cheek. It was easy to compare her skin to bread dough—it was smooth and pale, not exactly firm but not soggy either, bouncy and springy. When your left hand cupped her face together with your other hand, you started kneading her cheeks. You were delicate and careful, you didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or ruin her skin.

Yuna was surprisingly enjoying it. She was smiling widely, eyes closed. It probably felt like a face massage to her, it was heaven for you instead. 

She wasn’t stupid. She’s seen you observing her long before you started liking her and when she caught you looking at her pictures on your phone, it was always her poking her cheek or pouting. Yuna put the pieces together and understood.

Cheeks are the greatest gift to a woman’s face. 

Cheeks alone can determine her whole demeanor, look, and expectations: take a runway model for example, they don’t have cheeks, rather, their chin is sharp and their cheekbones are pronounced resulting in a slim face; this makes them look more elegant and assertive, contributing to their overall confidence. Girls with soft and plump cheeks, on the other hand, are cute, they look more innocent and nice. We have a natural desire for cute humans, just like how we all like babies. Then it was obvious why you preferred round girls—they are sweeter and cuter. 

Following this argument, Yuna was a loaf. Yuna must have been the most gifted together with Yeham. Her face shape wasn’t pointy or large, but smoothly round to compliment her plump features. She had the softer and fuller kind of cheeks, that naturally looked pouty, in contrast to Sua, whose cheekbones were more pronounced.

After a minute, your hands were numb, or just lost in the cloudy skin. Your mind was blank, just happy thoughts. Yuna’s face was a large grin, satisfied and happy. If she had a tail, it would be joyously wiggling right now—it was true that she kind of resembled a puppy at times. Her plan was succeeding: feeding into your deepest desire got her a lot of points.

"Times up Yuna, your turn is over" suddenly your trance is over as you hear Seoyeon say, Yuna quickly left your lap with a big grin. "That was brutal" you thought to yourself while looking around you find how the girls are trying to think, Was it for planning their way of charming you? who knew but you didn't have much time to think about it since now Sihyeon rises and walks over to you.

“Is it okay…never mind, just forget i said anything” Sihyeon quickly shutted her mouth and looked away, however you got curious.

“Its ok Sihyeon, you can say it” you reply as she found your gaze again, her eyes shining from excitement, so much that without saying anything she leans closer, making you a bit nervous while the girl in front of you continue to lean closer and closer until both of your noses touch each other.

as you look at the black haired girl in front of you feel your face getting hotter by the second as Sihyeon just cutely giggles, you heard of nose snuggles being done in TV shows but you never experience it yourself.

While you were not as close to Sihyeon to the other girls you still had some interactions in school, like how you two are lab mates in Chemistry class and had some very funny moments together, while all of this was happening you had one thing on your mind that you can't take off: for the whole time you've been friends with all of the girls, they all liked you.

Many questions run through your mind right now, for how long they liked you? Who was the first one to like you, WHY do they even like you, its not like you were someone special, you were just a teen, a guy who just became their friend through  circumstances.

However while you were inside your thoughts you couldnt notice the time was up, as you open your eyes you see the girl, looking at you with a cute smile while giggling, “Time is up” Seoyeon said rolling her eyes, for the first time in forever she looked a bit annoyed as you could only be curious if she wasn't just annoyed, but instead Jealous.

Duna stood up and walked toward you, grinning from to ear to ear as she simply leaned into your cheek and gave you a small peck, which result in the entire room freaking out including you however unlike the others your freaking out was inside your brain as it ended up completely frozen.

“If you choose me, you will get more then just kisses on the cheek” she said, winking in order to get you flustered even further.

It was safe to say that after this Duna was disqualified from the contest.

While she did charm you really well, she may have done it too well, causing you to basically freeze for 2 minutes, and if it wasn't for the hot choco Yeham gave you, you wouldve been frozen for longer

“It was worth it” Duna said, pouting lightly as now you were ready for the next girl to charm you. You couldn't lie that all of this was really fun for you, so fun that you even forgot to message your mom to say how you were doing at the sleepover, luckily after Seoyeon’s turn which she simply just cuddled you with a smile you remembered to check your phone, texting your mom that you are fine in which she simply responded with a thumbs up and a good night

“So its between Geumhee Unnie and Sua” Yuna said as you were a bit curious of how each of them will approach charming you since Geumhee never really had the chance to flirt without any guy until now and Sua was in her words the first one to fall in love with you.

Geumhee wasn’t as exciting as her members. She wasn’t an extrovert, a dork, or a confident supermodel, and couldn’t offer you any of the things her friends did. In her mind, she was the most average girl ever, which wasn’t true in everyone else’s eyes but that’s what she thought.

What she could offer you, however, was peace.

Until now, the contest of the girls had been hectic and your mind and heart was so confused who to choose, because each girl made her best to charm to make you fall in love with her, Geumhee however thought otherwise: she decided to be your checkpoint, to stop and relax because after all a good girlfriend is also a girl that let you relax and escape from the world when needed.

“Come put your head on my lap,” that’s what she wanted to say in her mind, however. “cmeputhyyuheommmap,” is what she actually blabbered out of her mouth. Just the mental image of you, sleepyhead, laying on her lap under her chest was enough to send shivers through her spine and color her face a bright rosy red.

“What did you say?” you ask.

“Uhhh…Lap pillow?” she says, gently patting her lap. You glance over at her with a confused look, too tired to recognize what she’s asking at first, and she stares back with a gentle longing in her eyes. She can only continue patting her lap again and stare patiently.

After a second, it clicks.

“You want me to… uh….”

Geumhee quickly nods and smiles warmly.

Your first reaction is an awkward crawling to your friend, who was already sitting on her knees, with a pillow under her feet. You look at her for one more time to see if she was sure and she offers you a small smile.

Your head stummers down to her legs and then it plops down on her lap. 

It feels so comfy. It’s almost instantaneous how all the built up fatigue hits you and your body relaxes to accommodate better your new found pillow. Diligently, as a good girlfriend does, Geumhee ran her fingers through your hair with a fluid, continuous motion, combing out any tangles, and lightly stroking their fingertips along the back of your neck.

Your eyelids flutter and gently close as all you can feel at the moment is pure bliss

Her hands on your head feel like the gentle rocking of a lonely ship on the sea. Her lap feels like the soft embrace of a cloudy heaven. And your body is stuck in between land and water, what you suppose heaven on earth feels like.

“You love it, don’t you?” Geumhee said, behind her shyness. She giggles jokingly, with the smug of a satisfied kid. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

Your face slightly slips to the crook between her thighs. You feel the smoothness of her legs, helped by her pajama shorts, on your cheek and it’s nice. Really nice. It’s warm, comforting, flustering.

“Where did you learn this stuff?” you eagerly asked her.

“Well, I read some stuff.”

“Some stuff like what?”

“Uhm…” Geumhee is embarrassed to admit the amount of research she did while fantasizing to be your girlfriend. She wanted to be perfect for you. “so… webtoons, romance books, and some of the stuff that Yuna reads.”

“Yuna’s stuff? Like hentais?” you joke and laugh.

“Hey! Yuna’s voice is like a little pebble to your head.

“No, no, no,” Geumhee stutters. “It’s rom com mangas.” she explains herself as you giggled from her embarrassment, causing the girl to join you as well. You were so relaxed that time passed very quick. “We need to finish” Geumhee says while you were leaving her lap

“It was fun” you replied “Now who is the last one?” you asked

“Me” Sua exclaimed, standing up as her face had a mixture of both anger and sadness, you could even spot some tears in her eyes, "I have waited enough '' she said, quickly she lunged toward you, pulling you into an embrace.

"Watching all of the girls touch you, feel you…it hurted me" she added as her hands moved over to your chest "but now I finally have you, around me in an embrace as all I want now is to say is" she hesitated for a second, looking down however she looked at you back, full with confidence.

"...I love you, I…always loved you. From the first day we met"  Sua exclaimed, leaving you shook, its weird to think that someone fell in love with you of all people in first sight, but here was Sua, looking at you with her eyes full of tears, all you could really do was hug her.

At that moment you could care less about the competition, all you cared about was to comfort your heartbroken friend as much as you could.

Looking around you could see that even the other girls didn't look at the two of you in jealousy anymore, but instead in looks of guilt, making you feel happy that even the girls thought like you

"Well uhh…times up" Yeham awkwardly said as slowly you released your hug from sua, instead you leaned your forehead, touching hers just like bunnies do when they want to forgive someone

"So oppa? Who won?" Yuna asks while leaning closer with a very cute smile, probably and try to charm you with a last ditch effort

"Well…i-" you were about to say when suddenly geum hee stopped you

"Yuna ya, how about we let Oppa sleep about it, he needs time, and besides, its 1 AM and we are tired" the oldest explained before Yuna sighed and reluctantly agreed

Soon enough after all of you brushed your teeth and organized your mattresses you were all ready to sleep, however while the other girls quickly fell asleep your head was full of thoughts

And honestly who wouldn't be after 7 girls confessed to them, however throughout those flow of thoughts there is only one question: who will you choose

This was really a mystery for you since you liked each of the girls that it was hard for you to choose, you could suggest all of them to be your girlfriend but you quickly shutted that idea not only they will revoke your friendship status with them, but you find harem disgusting from the few anime you've seen.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing to sleep on" you thought to yourself as you started breathing in and breathing out, relaxing each part of your body until your eyes close themself by force, letting you drift to sleep

However during the dream you got an enlightening thought, the solution to the puzzle of who should you choose to be your girlfriend

"I think I will choose…"

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well this took a long time to publish, considering a lot of stuff, but yeah, this fic was very fun to write and i hope you all enjoyed like i did, hope you will have a great day ahead of you and see you next update leafies

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you know what it is. 106 stream of consciousness. lets go

WOW ok just by the thumbnail alone im surprised. i did NOT think we were gonna get to see the rest of hildas scene with lindel so soon. like i had no earthly clue where this chapter was going to start up

chapter title lindel feels very reminiscent of ch1 "future chise" illus

"misery makes strange bedfellows." hmmmm. all small caps too for some reason

yamazaki prepping us to view lindel as a secondary antagonist by drawing his face in shadow like every other frame

ARE THOOOOOOSE FUCKIIIIING DWAAAAARRVES????????? HELLOOOOOOO???????

why did we not meet these thangs the first two times they went to iceland. maybe she decided to add a little spice

oh my god missing subtitles. literal empty bubbles. comicgrowl needs to be dealt with. severely

more talk of eggs and chicks. which could mean nothing

looking at the slider.... this is another slightly longer chapter. huge for a guy like me

OMG we get to see what happened that time rahab summoned them oooooooooo

lindels shirt in this scene is really cunty. sorry. who said that

"this is the 2000s era" ok so we are still playing coy with what year it is. probably a good idea

"my first time meeting the current you." so yamazaki is weaving in the concept that rahab can meet people on different parts of their timeline. which feels a little op and a good deus ex for conflict resolution but thats my own personal beef with timeline fuckery as a plot device

wadda hell. this dragon hatched fully fledged like a damn bulnosaur

ohhhh this dragon is the one flying behind lindel in that one color spread for arc 3. the one i captioned with "whatever. go my dragon"

adolfs protestation about magic is like. yes. i agree. because tamb does not have a robust magic system and its attempts to form a solid action-based plot are largely impotent, which is FINE, we are here for character development anyway. i once made a webcomic with the same problems so i dont mean to throw stones in glass houses but like. yeah the distinction between mages and alchemists and how magic works is not something i have ever been sold on

great callback to chise summoning those wasps in arc 1. i enjoy seeing a scene from the early chapters reimagined in the modern art style. tangent, but in the supplements the note for that scene was something like "chise has never seen this kind of bug in real life so she probably remembered it from a nature documentary"

pokemon-ass messaging here. fucking catch em all

just now noticing the twins got their hair swoop from hilda

"i managed to avoid lying." i was about to ask how exactly he lied but then skipped ahead and read the answer whoops

lindel hurrying hilda out the door but he doesnt even know what she came here for yet. like she didnt get to tell him about the red dragon yet LOL

im also just now realizing that the dragon we saw at the end of 105 was the dragon adolf hatched and not the dragon that cursed chise. ok 🧍‍♂️

"they even forbade me from speaking my language" so i think lindel is implying here that hes part of the sámi people which tracks. i wonder if they were speaking one these languages when he met elias? i still dont know why lindel bothered to ask where elias came from when he could have inferred it from whatever language he spoke

adolf explicitly states that he left germany before ww2 which i think was very funny on yamazakis part (DO NOT GET IT TWISTED, she said, HE IS NOT A NAZI) but at the same time. why was he fleeing british soldiers. maybe they just assumed he was a nazi cuz of his name and accent. idk

ok so its time to go back to school already. silky being convinced that theyll be stuck there for months again is. so funny

"do you think we can ask the college to send letters for us" what do you mean by that. does the college not give you the means to send mail. are you expected to just use the royal mail. why arent you using royal mail anyway. hello

ok so she stomps on the floor and a new door springs up. it looks like an exterior door based on the lock. is this a sort of uhhhh howls moving castle/witch hat atelier windowway sort of situation. is silky going to break into the college so she doesnt have to miss her kid. she looks so stupidly nefarious i know the reason she looks so creepy is going to be funny as fuck

so overall i cant say that lindel and adolf are my fav characters or that i am terribly invested in them so i dont feel i got a TON out of this chapter but i am excited with the last page we got. happy for the lindel enjoyers and the lore dump yall got. i guess im not sure what purpose this new dragon is serving either because its (probably) not related to red vs white dragon conflict. i guess you could say that its a third dragon that emphasizes the importance of choosing your own path rather than being locked in this fated cyclical battle the way the red and white dragons are, which would be in line with tambs greater themes. like a third choice, i guess. adolf is also shaping up to be in a similar position to chise - that is, he has a unique relationship with magic, and his master has to lie for him so he wont be unduly researched lol. i am interested to see how much time we will see chise actually studying or being in class considering all the other things shes now expected to be responsible for. her ass is not studying 💯💯💯