#I love them so much tho and I want the best for them

[whisperedmeg]

VERBAL IMPULSE ―.✦ s.r. soft animal series ∘ part vii

pairing: spencer reid x fem!nurse!reader

summary: a first cheesesteak, a slip of the word boyfriend, and a thousand miles of want unraveled one breath at a time.

genre: smut, fluff

w/c: 2.3k

tags/warnings: post-prison spencer, cavity-inducing sugary sweet fluff, singular use of “y/n” but it was necessary I swear, reader mentions being in her thirties (near spencer’s age) but you can ignore that if you’d prefer to imagine her younger/older, second half is basically porn with(out) a plot - phone sex, mutual masturbation, spencer talks reader through it, spencer calls reader good girl/angel. 18+ MDNI

a/n: i am genuinely obsessed with them you guys. I can’t even pretend I’m not. this chapter is so cute and steamy and AHH I just hope you all love reading it as much as I loved writing it. buckle up tho because part 8 is gonna be a roller coaster. as always, appreciate all comments/likes/reblogs more than I can even express! 🫶🏼

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When I told Spencer I was taking him to the best hidden gem in DC, I don’t think this was what he pictured.

The place didn’t look like much from the outside — just a half-sunk storefront squeezed between a laundromat and a vape shop, with a flickering neon sign that said “GENO’S BUT NOT THAT ONE.” The “O” was permanently burnt out.

Spencer stared at it like I’d dragged him to the edge of a portal to another dimension. “This is… charming,” he said slowly, blinking at the graffiti-scuffed windows.

I grinned, tugging his sleeve. “Don’t let the vibe scare you. It’s the best cheesesteak you can find outside of Philadelphia. Swear on my life.”

“I’ve never had a cheesesteak,” he said, like it was a confession.

I stopped cold on the sidewalk and turned to face him. “You’ve what?”

He shifted awkwardly. “I’ve read about them.”

“Spencer,” I said, clutching my chest in mock offense. “This is the most serious thing you’ve ever said to me. More serious than quantum physics or being framed for murder by a serial killer”

He laughed, eyes creasing at the corners.

Inside, it smelled like heaven and heart disease — grilled onions, hot beef, grease seeping into paper napkins. The woman behind the counter gave me a nod of recognition, and I waved as I slid into the corner booth that was always just a little too sticky.

Spencer sat across from me, peering cautiously at the menu, which was just a black letterboard with six options and a lot of personality. “What do I order?”

“I’ll do it,” I said. “You’ll panic and ask for a salad.”

He opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again and smiled. “Fair.”

I went up to the counter and brought us back two cheesesteaks — one classic with onions and whiz, one with provolone and hot peppers — and watched his face transform as he took the first bite. Eyes wide. Cheeks pink. He didn’t speak for a full thirty seconds.

“Oh my god,” he finally mumbled around a mouthful. “This is life changing.”

“I know,” I said smugly. “You’re welcome.”

He pointed his cheesesteak at me like a gavel. “You could’ve led with this when we first met. ‘Hi, I’m Y/N. I know where the best cheesesteak in DC is.’ I would’ve proposed on the spot.”

I raised an eyebrow. “That’s all it takes?”

“Apparently.”

We were still laughing when the front door chimed, and a familiar voice called my name.

I turned to see Camille — one of my closest friends since undergrad — weaving through the tables with her usual chaotic energy, curly dark hair pulled up into a messy bun, sandals slapping against the laminate tile. She stopped when she saw Spencer.

“Ooooh,” she said, eyes gleaming. “Is this the boy?”

Spencer immediately stood, ever polite, even though his hands were full of cheesesteak and he had melted cheese on his thumb. “Hi,” he said nervously. “I’m Spencer.”

Camille looked him up and down like he was a rescue puppy she was trying to assess for adoptability. “So you’re the genius prison boyfriend.”

I groaned. “Camille.”

As if the ‘prison’ label wasn’t bad enough, the term ‘boyfriend’ just had to be thrown out into the open, too, before we’d had any sort of formal conversation to indicate I was allowed to call him that. It was a little silly at this point, to not even know if Spencer was technically my boyfriend considering that we spent every night we could together and said “I love you” like, 17 times a day — not to mention we were both well into our thirties and past the age where a multi-month talking stage would be acceptable — but still. I shot her daggers with my eyes and hid mortified behind my soda cup.

“What? That’s what you called him. In your texts.”

Spencer blinked. “You… called me your prison boyfriend?”

“Okay,” I said, raising a hand in defense. “Context is important. Camille said it first as a joke, I just went along with it.”

But Spencer was grinning now, delight creeping into his voice. “No, no, I like it. It’s accurate. Very specific branding.”

Camille plopped herself down at the edge of the booth and stole one of my fries. “So, Spencer. What are your intentions here?”

I groaned again.

Spencer, to his eternal credit, didn’t flinch. “Well,” he said thoughtfully, “she just introduced me to cheesesteaks, which I think makes this pretty serious. Also I’m wildly in love with her, but I’m not sure if we’re announcing that in sandwich shops.”

I choked. Camille’s eyes shot wide.

He froze.

“I mean—” he began, clearly scrambling. “I didn’t mean to just blurt it out. Not that I don’t mean it — I do. I mean, you already know I love you. We say it all the time now, so I just—was that okay? Should I not have said it in front of—?”

I reached for his hand across the table and squeezed. “Spence. It’s okay.”

He looked at me, worried, searching. “Too much?”

“Not enough,” I murmured. “Say it again.”

His gaze softened. “I love you.”

I smiled. “I love you, too.”

Camille made a gagging noise and threw a napkin at me. “Gross. I love it. Now someone please give me a bite of their cheesesteak before I start sobbing.”

—

We spent the rest of the afternoon in that little corner booth — eating, talking, laughing. Camille and Spencer bonded over obscure jazz albums and neurodivergent tendencies. He told her about a case once solved with a single strand of dog hair. She told him about the time I got so mad at a CVS self-checkout stand that I left my snacks and Midol on the floor and walked out.

Later, as we walked back to my place, Spencer slipped his hand into mine.

“I liked today,” he said. “Thank you for showing me your world.”

“You fit in better than you think,” I said.

He bumped my shoulder lightly. “You mean as your boyfriend?”

My heart fluttered. “Oh. Is that what you are?”

“I hope so,” he said. “Unless I just embarrassed myself for no reason in front of your friend.”

I laughed, leaning in. “You’re definitely my boyfriend.”

“Good,” he said, kissing my temple. “I’m kind of obsessed with you, you know.”

And I was kind of obsessed with him, too.

—

It had been a few weeks since our cheesesteak date and the accidental boyfriend slip, and in that time, life had started to stretch into something that felt almost like a rhythm. Spencer was back to work full-time, and we were both still figuring out what that meant — long days, last-minute travel, texts squeezed between interviews and autopsies. But still, we found each other in the spaces in between. Late dinners. Quiet mornings. Stolen kisses before the sun came up. Needy touches that started in our sleep and ended in breathy sighs.

And now, he was gone again. Three days into a case in Texas, and I’d hardly heard his voice since he left.

It was nearly midnight, and I was stretched across my mattress with the fan humming overhead, face buried in a book I’d already read four times. My bed felt too big without him. Too still.

When my phone finally lit up with his name, my heart did a little flip.

I smiled, thumb swiping across the screen instantly. “Hi.”

There was a pause, like the sound of him exhaling into relief. “Hey,” he murmured, voice low and a little raspy, like he was lying in bed too, half-lit by a motel lamp somewhere in the middle of nowhere. “Did I wake you?”

“You never wake me. I was just waiting for you to call.”

A warm sound escaped him — not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh. “Good. I couldn’t sleep. And I missed your voice.”

I turned off the bedside lamp, settling deeper into the pillows as I turned on speaker phone and laid the phone down next to my head. “Rough day?”

“A little. Just long. We’re getting close, but I’ve been stuck in my own head all night. Thought maybe hearing you would help.”

My chest squeezed at the softness in his voice. “Always happy to help.”

There was silence for a beat. Then, lighter: “What are you wearing?”

I laughed, my cheeks warming. “Seriously?”

“I mean,” he said, that little edge of nervous teasing curling around the words, “I could guess, but I’d rather hear it from you.”

I tugged the covers up over me, suddenly shy despite the fact that he wasn’t even here. “It’s just one of your shirts.”

“That’s cruel,” he groaned. “Which one?”

“The purple one, with the little hole near the sleeve.”

He made a strangled little noise. “You always look so good in that one. It’s so stretched out.”

“It is,” I said, smiling. “And yes, I’m wearing underwear. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Damn.”

We both laughed, then his voice dipped lower. “I wish I were there. I keep thinking about last week. You in my lap. The way you looked at me.”

I shifted under the sheets, skin prickling with the memory. “I couldn’t help it. You looked so good.”

His breath caught on the other end. “You were straddling me. Hair all messy. You had that look on your face like you were trying to be good but barely holding on.”

I closed my eyes, heat pooling low in my belly. “I was.”

His voice turned molten. “I love how responsive you are. The little sounds you make when I touch your hips. That breathy one when I kiss behind your ear.”

“You know them by heart now?” I asked, teasing, breath uneven.

“I’ve memorized all of them,” he said. “I play them on a loop in my mind when I miss you.”

“You and your freaky memory,” I teased. I let out a shaky exhale before adding, “I miss you so much.”

“Miss you every second,” he murmured back. He was silent for a moment, like he was going over the next thing he wanted to say in his own brain before finally releasing the words. “Tell me where your hands are.”

I hesitated, breath catching. “Um, one’s under my head, and the other’s on my lower stomach. Just… resting. Why?”

“Are you wet?” he asked, barely audible.

I blinked, caught off guard. Of all the things I expected him to say, that wasn’t on the list. Not from Spencer — not the man who blushed the first time I straddled his lap, who once apologized mid-makeout for knocking my knee weird. I’d been so careful not to push him for more, even after months of being together, even after all the nights we’d spent exploring each other with only our hands and mouths. After everything he’d gone through, I didn’t want him to feel rushed into sex, so we still hadn’t gone that far. And while phone sex wasn’t exactly sex, obviously, it was still… a lot, and I hadn’t realized he was bold enough to cross this line. God, maybe I didn’t know everything about him after all. Or maybe long-distance horniness truly just knows no bounds, even for Spencer. It sent a pulse of heat straight through me.

The shock wore off after a beat, and I let out a soft sigh. “Mhm,” I hummed.

“God,” he groaned. “I can’t even tell you what I’d do if I were there.”

“Try,” I whispered.

His voice was raw now, velvet dragged over heat. “I’d start slow. Lay you back, run my fingers down your thighs. I’d take my time — tease you until you begged. You’d be so soft and warm under me. I’d press my mouth to your stomach, then lower, then kiss you between your thighs until you were shaking.”

I whimpered, hand slipping beneath the waistband of my panties and beginning to move. “Spencer…”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” I murmured.

“Good girl.”

The words hit me like a spark. I arched slightly, hand moving in slow, steady circles. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

He let out a breath that sounded like it was laced with agony. “I’m hard. Have been since you said you were wearing my shirt. I’m palming myself over my boxers right now, trying not to lose it.”

My breath quickened. “Maybe I want to hear you lose it a little.”

He groaned low in his throat, and I could practically feel the tension in his muscles across the distance. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I think I do.”

“I wish I could see you right now,” he said, voice wrecked and beautiful. “Wish I could press your thighs open with my hands. Watch your face. Feel the way you move as you’re getting close.”

I whimpered again, toes curling under the sheets, my free hand clutching at the fabric beside me like I could anchor myself to something.

“I want you to touch yourself the way I would,” he murmured. “Slow at first. Then deeper. Let your hips roll.”

We moved in tandem, hands on our own skin, breathing syncing through the line, chasing the same rhythm from over a thousand miles apart. I could hear him stroking himself now, the soft, slick sound and the hitch in his breath every few seconds. I closed my eyes and imagined it — him, sprawled out on some hotel bed, hair mussed, lips parted, body taut with wanting, hand wrapped around his cock.

“Are you close?” he asked, voice tight, fraying at the edges.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Spencer, I—”

“Come for me,” he said, low and commanding. “Right now. I want to hear you fall apart.”

That was all it took. My body seized, pleasure crashing through me like a wave too big to fight. I bit my lip hard but couldn’t stop the sound that escaped — half cry, half his name. My back arched. My legs shook. Every nerve lit up like a struck match.

On the other end of the line, he let out a quiet, guttural moan. “Fuck, angel.” There was a pause — then another sharp exhale, the telltale stutter of his release. Not loud, but raw. Unfiltered.

We lay there in the aftermath, nothing but soft breathing and crackling silence between us.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured eventually, voice loose and sleepy, like it had all unraveled something in him, too.

“I miss you,” I said softly, my fingers curled loosely around the phone as I picked it up from the pillow next to me. “I wish you were here.”

“I will be soon. And when I am,” he said slowly, deliberately, “I’m going to take my time with you. Every inch. Every look. Every sound.”

I swallowed hard, heart thudding. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

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[writingmochi]

lissie: hello adeline from the epilogue rb! yay so glad to know you're enjoying reading this like i do writing it. here's more of me yapping to your reply lol

spoilers for all parts of laurel hell (read part 1 first) also there might be some heavy topic discussed as well

"I want to protect her so badly :( my poor girl and ugh just hee being supportive is everything; they have grown so much together"

baby blues is freaking real for new parents but i like how this showcase their growth together. combining that with how heeseung is still guilty as fuck that you had to endure most of the pain during childbirth; he is keeping his promise at the end of part 2 tho

"Im so giddy over the kids’ first words oh my god 😭"

they still have to be competitive with each other, of course. but this one is healthier cause they both are supportive to each other rather than the past where they are genuinely trying to outdo one another

"Also hurray that gyu and ryu finally got together"

i love that their ship name is gyuryu and they also use uncle gyu and auntie ryu to refer with each other in the proxy of siwoo and siah. but, beomgyu is taking mc's word seriously now and with her giving blessing to ryujin to accept him as well (knowing that he is the cause of her best friends fucking heartbreak), she still seems the one to take is slow tho and beomgyu is okay with that cause he is WHIPPED, your honor

(mc's mom asking for a video call after mc and heeseung have done some freaky, sexy time) "The timing of this 💀"

i have to insert comedy in as well (cause their sex scene was the freakiest shit i have ever written) but like the struggle of new parents as well lol

(referring to the little league of legends mention) I have to laugh, my only question is what role is he playing😭hee seems like a top or jg kind of guy and probs adc if hes feeling spicy

ooh i do think this heeseung can play top, jungle, and adc but i think for this gaming session--because he is playing with mc--he is playing top because it is the easiest for mc to understand and to strategise between them. tho, if they have time to play league together again (i don't think they have when they have so many games to play together, like it takes two, split fiction, and i also see them playing baldur's gate 3 together), mc is very interested in playing adc next time

"Oh my god shes so cute what and the fact that its promise rings oh my god" "THE ACTUAL PROPOSAL OH MY GOD"

i have to! i have to! like the time between the promise ring to engagement ring is around 4 months (november 2024 - march 2025) so it is still believable as they are experiencing many life-altering moments in succession. they have grown so much as individuals and a couple and gosh, writing that whole part in kyoto is such an experience

i would also burn the world for them. their relationship starts so toxically, but they keep up with their word and heal together. i'm so glad you love them (and this fic) as much as i do. thank you for reading once again and for falling into this corner of tumblr :D

one year later...

cast: heeseung ✗ fem.reader (ft. the peeps, and other idols)

synopsis: as the day nears midnight on your twins' first birthday, you and heeseung reflect on the past year of your lives as parents, partners, and eternal life rivals...

genre: romantic comedy, slice of life, coming-of-age, rivals since childhood to lovers, college/university-to-fresh graduates au, parents/family au, established relationship au, fluff, angst, mature content (explicit smut)

word count: 17755 (17.7k) + 12 social media-related pics!

warning(s): dark humor, hardships of being a parent (baby blues, insomnia, etc), hardships of being young adults and fresh graduates in today's economy, mention of human excrements (pee, poop, blood, breast milk), nudity (outside of sex), multiple explicit smut scenes (rough sex and love making), they are freaky ahh, unprotected sex, hand job (m & f receive), oral job (m & f receive), deep throating, dirty talk with pet names (daddy & mama), marking, multiple orgasms, creampies, lactation kink (if there is something that i forgot, let me know)

message of the moon: remember that this story is fiction and do be careful and read the warnings at the top. all the idols mentioned here are not what they are in real life.

happy one year to this fic my gosh! i genuinely still can't believe that people love this fic so much. i just have to write this in return ('cause i have also been thinking about them too) :D thank you so much for giving laurel hell a chance and for loving them so much. hope you enjoy this continuation because we started laurel hell with a prologue. why not an epilogue too? + this post is this blog's 1000th post so cheers for that as well

soundtrack (updated playlist) | read part 1 first!

epilogue: my chest is about to burst

from your point of view, you are looking at your whole world.

your body leans against the doorframe as you twiddle with your fingers, eyeing the little fingers clenched into fists out stretched from beneath her little blanket from the gaps of the crib. on the other side, your sight meets the figure with broad shoulders that carefully sets down the baby boy inside his own crib. he leans down, tugging the baby’s blanket on top of the snoring chest just like he did with the sister and carefully leans down as the sound of a kiss flutters in the room. your cheeks warm as he turns around, a wide smile on his face.

heeseung pulls away from siwoo’s crib as the sound of your babies’ snores ring in tandem. his wide smile stops before receding into his signature smirk alongside a scrunched nose and a subtle wink—rolling your eyes as a result. yet, his approaching presence makes you step back outside to the hallway as he carefully clutches onto the door handle and closes it as quietly as possible. your eyes are staring at each other as you both let out a such a long sigh, signalling your tiredness of today from cleaning the house of the tables you pull out for the guests from the very important event of the day.

your twins’ first birthday.

reaching your hand out, you held heeseung’s wrist before bringing him in front of you. your hands fondling his shoulders, pressing down to give them messages as you both walked towards your bedroom. both of you passing by the glass door to the backyard of your new house as you eyed the hanging decorations from the birthday party. wrapped gifts resting on top of the coffee table in the living room, waiting to be opened after the sunrise of tomorrow. for now, your mind is focusing on the comfort of your bed.

the warm light from the bedside lamp creates a relaxing atmosphere as heeseung’s yawn makes you do it as well. he hums, stretching his neck from the soothing message you voluntarily give. heeseung turns his body around before sitting on the edge of the bed. his legs widen up before he tugs you by your hips into his embrace. his head rested on your loose t-shirt-covered stomach, giving it a peck before he tilts back to rest his chin on you, looking up to your face.

“can’t believe they’re one now,” heeseung mumbles. your hands automatically brushing his black bangs that are longer with his new hairstyle, pressing down on the little freckle on his forehead that you love to kiss.

“yeah. gosh, i still remember the pain when i gave birth to them,” you answered, pulling his hand from your hip as you find the crescent marks on the forearm. his blood mixing with yours in that tub, breaking skin to feel a sliver of your enormous pain. his eyes stare at how you caress the marks left by your nails, lifting the arm up so that you can kiss them.

“i’m still so proud of you for that.” his smirk shows once again, the hand you held moved out of your grip before resting on your waist.

“you should also be proud of yourself, hee, for actually committing to what you said that night on the balcony.”

“of course, baby.” his warm gaze pierces your vision as he leans into your left hand that is still cupping his face. leaning down, you rest your lips on his as he puckers up, both pairs melting into each other, signalled by the sigh coming from both you and him. heeseung moves his body backwards, making you gasp and let go from the kiss as you landed on top of him. playfully hitting his chest, heeseung lets out a small shriek and an offended look that made you gave one more peck to the corner of his lips before you rests your back on your side of the mattress.

your head sinks into the silky smooth fabric on the bed, staring at the ceiling as heeseung’s hand moves to connect with yours—interlocking your fingers. peeking from the corner of your eyes, he also stares at the ceiling with his eyelids threatening to droop from exhaustion. that is before he turns his head to meet yours and a smile spreads across both of your features.

“we fucking graduated. we have one-year-old children now together, and i’m living with you now. teen heeseung must have a fucking field day to rest or else his head will explode knowing the situation he is now.”

“heck, i think us in freshmen year of college won’t even expect this shit,” you uttered back. his eyes flutter as he studies your face and how your chest rises and falls in the same rhythm as his.

“i should probably be glad that yoon keeho’s party got raided two years ago. or else, we wouldn’t have fuck and be living this life now.” his statement raises chuckles from you as you shake your head, still couldn’t believe how everything happens and how you are actually enjoying reaping what you both sow now.

“many life-changing events happen even within the year since siah and siwoo are in our lives.” you curl your body now and turn to face it against his. his grip on your hand is still as tight as ever.

“summarize them for me, baby.” heeseung follows suit, the sultry voice that he uses making you roll your eyes once again from his out-of-left-field replies.

“shitting hell, lee.” you used your locked hands to nudge his collar as heeseung held his head against his other arm now resting upright on the mattress.

“well, where do we start?”

-

heeseung's eyes gaze at your shaking body, quiet sobs filter throughout the living area as he couldn't even focus on the movement from the game he is playing at the screen in front of him. days have passed since your confession. he is one month into parenthood and has an internship in a media agency as a copywriter for the sports column. your smile was always masking the session of crying you let out every time you put the baby to sleep.

he continues to peer at you who are standing by the dining table, letting the milk pumper pull out the breast milk so that he or anyone can also help feed the twin. putting his headset on the desk, the chair skids as heeseung stands up to go to you. your hand is gripping the dining table, trembling as heeseung steps closer and peeks his face beside yours. you don't jump anymore—unlike the many times you had before—and your eyelashes flutter as the evident sniffles don't magically make the presence of your crying self disappear instantly.

your tense body relaxes as a warm hand rested on your waist, the hand that was holding onto the table starts to relax as the other is holding onto the pumper. his hand moves and gently pushes your head to face him—dried trails of liquid glisten your cheeks from the light as he brushed them with his thumb.

"i'm listening…" his short reply earns him a small smile from your swollen face. the humming of the machine fills in the space as he holds onto your waist, one of the hand brushing against your breast full of milk.

taking a huge breath, you answered, "i feel… useless… i don't know- i, i just feel like i should do something else other than taking care of the twins. like, preparing for graduation, internships, or something?"

"our graduation isn't until february 2025. you still have a paper to do for that as well… and other than that," he turns your head to face him, mind scrambling as the highlighted words in relation to postpartum blues shows up in mind.

"you're adjusting to a new normal. everything that you, we, are experiencing will be normalcy. you have me to take care of them. you know that, right, baby?"

the pet name that slips out of his lips makes him nibble on them as you let out a small chuckle, your eyes looking another way as he kisses your temple. "yeah, plus you have that paternal leave notice as well," heeseung hums as a reply before he pulls back.

"i was thinking. maybe you could take a weekend trip with the girls. you deserved rest."

"and you deserved more time with your children too, lee heeseung," you retort, feeling how the tips of his fingers are brushing against the part beneath your swollen chest, holding you close against him.

"yeah, that could work." heeseung speaks like he is talking with himself before he rests his head on your shoulder as he opens the group chat with all eight of the gang. his fingers pressing onto the virtual keyboard as he chats away the plan he had been going for you. your sight following each written word as you nuzzle against him.

what could go wrong by leaving heeseung alone with the twins, huh?

-

"WAAHHHHHH"

"RRAHHHH"

two wailing cries come from two different sides of the room as the twins move on the bean bags of the living area. in the kitchen, heeseung is struggling to pour your now-warm breast milk into the bottles while looking at the instructions you give in the chatbox. siah wake him up early today, brushing on the other side of the bed to feel your dissapearance from the night before as chaeryeong picks you up for the girls' trip—a granola bar in replace with a small note of "good luck, lee :P." he didn't realized just how much of a foodie his babies are until siah even nearly finishes her bottle before the daylight graces his side of the earth.

the rest of the day is filled with burping the babies and see them sleep on the bean bag from most of the daylight. as he played co-op with jeongin on the other side of the screen, he had think "it's not as bad as i thought to be with them the whole day." that is before he rested his head against the backrest of his gaming seat that he looks at the instagram story of your matching picture.

pressing it, he finds the video of the rushing spring wave pushing onto the beach. his memory catches onto your apperance, straightening your body as you walk from the sea when he notices how you are wearing one of his basketball shorts—the 01 is evident as it contrasts the black decelis color—but it matches with your bikini top that shows your cleavage but also the rest of your torso that is returning back to your pre-pregnancy body from the wrapping you have done.

heeseung feels the seething flame inside his eyes as he presses to reply to your story, typing into the box as he watches how you're getting closer to the screen before brushing against the camera right as he hits send.

right as he sees your last message, siwoo's wail rings throughout the room that he even is startled by that. too late to quiet him down as his sister follows along. eyes on the empty bottles on the dining table from the morning that he has to refill.

his hands hold onto the two bottles as he gently picks up siah to join her with her brother on the same bean bag before heeseung picks up one bottle and holds the end onto siwoo's lips, which he latches onto. his free hand caresses siah's head before grabbing onto her bottle and doing the same thing to her. instead, she doesn't seem enthusiastic to drink as her cries slowly fizzle out whilst looking at her brother who is drinking the milk with her big doe-like eyes. heeseung chuckles, thanking the universe that it isn't as cruel as he thought.

however, his chuckles are also being followed, looking down to see the corner of siah's mouth lifting up and she lets out a giggle of her own. heeseung's smile gets wider, the first time he sees his daughter genuinely smile. his hand is still squeezing the bottle. siwoo is drinking from it as he can feel the way his eyes getting blurry to hear the chuckles coming from the baby's lips. he knows that he will brag about this to you when you come back tomorrow. "you want to know what happened? siah smiled. genuinely. her smile is so beautiful-"

the chuckles turn into blurbs as siah's innocent eyes look up to her dad's, finding how he grimaces as the smell floating around is a familiar smell—eyes returning to the culprit who was a blabbering mess full of laughter. heeseung sighs as he squeezes the last droplet of the milk before he replaces it with siwoo's pacifier and then taking care of the bomb that siah just dropped. his hands slowly familiarizing the muscle memory he had trained from the many classes with haseul. siah's legs flailing as he peels off the diaper before quickly replacing it.

he can't help but to want to get better with this. the motivation of his rivalry with you coming once again. and he will still definitely flaunt that he had been the receiving end of his daughter's first smile.

-

you didn't cry as much as the month before. instead, it is replaced with the sound of guitar strumming that has decorated your home's atmosphere for the past few days.

with siwoo at the back and siah at the front, heeseung finishes bringing the two on a stroll through campus and on the park—earning a few nods of respect from the people he had met before as he balances his final classes with taking care of the babies. their giggles decorate more of the day as he lets them reach out their hands on the soft grass while resting onto each of their dad's thighs. the door of the apartment closes gently as the sound of your guitar makes the twins react.

ever since that trip—and the many mentions of siah and also siwoo's smiles towards him—you are motivated than ever to reclaim your old life and assimilate it with the one now. reaching out to yoonah, she is able to put your name in for your old position with the additional apprenticeship with the human resources division. hearing much of mitski's latest album on the trip, you played air guitar chords as you listened to the song and looked at the tab deciphered online, implementing on your guitar that you now bring to work.

hearing the sound of the children singing along to your strumming warms and flutters your heart more and more, resulting in yoonah assigning you to play a large part for the annual showcase: playing your guitar as the background for the children to sing, even making you sing a few lyrics to also help them.

"aahhh!" siah reacted to the guitar as heeseung slowly lifted her up from her place and gently carried her whilst walking towards your shared bedroom where you are practicing. a nudge from his elbow is enough for the door to widen as he can hear siwoo also flailing behind his back.

"my babies!" you exclaimed whilst looking upwards from your position sitting on the floor. heeseung slowly kneels down as he places siah on the floor before opening the belt that holds siwoo's carrier by his chest. siah leans her body against heeseung's folded legs as her hands clap against each other. siwoo following afterwards as he had the widest smile on his face. your boyfriend's hand holding onto their chests to not let them lean too forward. their eyes flitting between your strumming hands and the one on the tab of your acoustic guitar. the chords you're playing are simple ones that heeseung asked for you to teach him, but that, combined with the familiar lyrics of the little mermaid staple, 'part of your world' creates a combination of how nonchalant you are between playing the guitar and singing.

heeseung had heard you sing before—from the mumble singing as you tried to separate yourself from him in your joint road trip between two families during the last year of middle school to the karaoke hangs out as you sing a high school musical song with minjeong—yet it still doesn't make him tired. sometimes he joins in even with a small volume. but with the way you had to practice for the performance whilst also helping the children you take care of to also sing, he had caught you singing numerous of times. when you start to play the guitar once again, he enters the room and hears how your sound dwindles from full one lyrical to just melodical hums. but, whilst waiting for the end of the night as you and he tuck in the twins into their cribs, you let him listen to you play mitski's song on the guitar whilst resting his head against your shoulder; sitting on the floor by the foot of the bed after a long day of wrecking his mind for proofreading his articles. his favourite is 'first love/late spring'—your all-time favorite and the very song your instagram handle referred to.

siwoo pushed his hand forward, fingers moving as his big eyes look at your hand on the fingerboard as he mimics them like he holds a small guitar of his own. siah, on the other hand, focuses more on the sound of your voice and on the guitar. her face agape with her eyes moving around to capture as much of the sound as possible. that is before she shrieks in excitement, her body bouncing around it makes heeseung panic as siah claps her hand.

"amma!"

the chord lingers as you stop strumming, jaw dropped as you look at your daughter who didn't know what she has done, but your eyes lock with heeseung who is also left stunned. and as you drop your guitar on the mattress, it begins.

"YES!!!"

"NO!"

your exclaims clash with heeseung's as you quickly grab siah out of his grip and lift her up in your arms. practically running around the bedroom as your whoops and siah's giggles filter into the room. heeseung pulls siwoo up onto his lap, looking at his mom and sister walking around in amazement and confusion before turning his head to look at his dad, who stares down with a look of determination.

"come on, my son! make me proud. say appa." heeseung speaks the last word as slow as ever, replaying it for siwoo to follow as you picked up your phone to record the interaction. siah's excitement spreads as she taps against your torso while calling for you in her baby speak. the viewfinder from the phone screen focuses on siwoo, heeseung's hand resting on the baby's knees as you can see how their eyes start to resemble each other. siwoo follows the way heeseung's lips move, a little chuckle coming out of his little body as heeseung finally lets out the word, slower and now with found.

"appa?" heeseung says once more.

"appa." siwoo follows, and the grin you were sporting gets wider as your body shakes. heeseung giggles as he tucks siwoo into more of his laps before spreading kisses from his head to his chubby cheeks. "appa!" siwoo shrieks as you slowly walk toward heeseung before leaning down and kissing the crown of his head.

"gosh, they're growing up so fast," you sighed as the twins seemed to be encouraged more to speak. heeseung stares up at your standing self, a smirk on his face as he looks at the two. his mind already be thinking of how warm his home can be.

with the numerous practice that you have done in the comfort, a few weeks has passed in a blink of an eye as heeseung looked at his twins tucked in their formal outfits and a small headset that covers their ears so they won't get hurt from the loud sounds, holding onto beomgyu's and ryujin's shoulders respectively.

heeseung tucked his suit jacket and smoothed down the creases as he eyed the numerous parents coming to the recital to celebrate the graduation of the older kids who will be going to elementary school this year; no need for daycares anymore. you have mentioned some of them—mainly woonhak, hyunseo, yujin, and rami—as you both converse about your day at work, as he reminded you many times of your conflicting feelings from the overwhelming sense of emotions and your still unstable postpartum hormones.

"those children will grow up and remember you taking part in their lives."

you left the apartment for the rehearsals, borrowing his car as he has to then drive beomgyu's sedan with the two people holding onto his babies like their designated car seats. a bouquet of pink flowers and another collection of sunflowers sitting beside ryujin, who is playing around with siwoo in the back seat.

the parents there had their eyes on the twins—their eyes full of reminiscence of when their own kids were that young as heeseung told them of their age: nearly three months old. ryujin holds onto the ticket for the recital to go to their seats, their eyes set on the poster for the disney-themed performance as they look at the credits to find your name: narrated and accompanied by (l/n)(y/n).

the twins couldn't contain their excitement as beomgyu sat on his seat and jumped siah around on his thighs. the boy's eyes looking at his best friend with furrowed eyebrows and bouquets tucked in front of him to hide.

"didn't know she is also narrating the recital," heeseung uttered, confiding with his best friend to whom he can pour his hearts out.

"yeah, but you should've known because she is practicing many disney songs to play." beomgyu shook his head, can't believing even your boyfriend can see the nuance of it.

"that is because you are a fully-fledged musician, beom. and it feels to me like she kept it a secret for me." he rolled his eyes before ryujin cut in.

"she does that. i know little spoilers but you'll see why she only practices songs outside of work," your best friend said as she hold onto siwoo. their eyes were looking at heeseung, who only gave a sigh before the lights dimmed in the rest of the room, shining a spotlight on the lone stool in the middle of the stage.

claps and cheers are heard as heeseung looks to the stage to find you in a dress he had never seen you before. a white sundress that is a perfect embodiment of a cozy summer look. the little scratchiness of the acoustic guitar strap on your back also filled in with your footsteps as you bowed down in front of the parents you recognized and guests that also come along, tucking on the headset microphone closer to your lips.

sitting down and adjusting the guitar to rest on your lap, heeseung looks as you played the song he never heard you play at home, but he recognized it from his childhood. your fingers picking on the strings as your voice rings as he held onto his breath, mesmerize by everything that is you. a intimate and warm rendition of 'you'll be in my heart' from the tarzan movie he had watched when he was also a kid.

"i will be here, don't you cry~" you sing and smile, knowing what happens next as you sing the chorus and the curtains lift up behind you, showing the kids dressing up in their costumes and the backdrop of a beautiful landscape behind you. the sound of the pitter-patters from the stage combines with the children's laughter as you continue to sing, and it made heeseung's eyes sting before looking at his twins, who are also looking at the stage, mesmerized.

as he watches the performance, he now understands your role as the audience surrogate—maybe even parental surrogate. a bridge between the children and their fantasy world and the people watching as you seem to be like an all-seeing and knowing deity, asking questions the audience may also thinking in their head as the children answers, playing the music diegetically and non-diegetically as heeseung can't help but to utilizes the lessons he learned in media analysis class. the children perform with the music as you continue to accompany them until the end.

with the last song—indicated by the appearance of a small orchestra group—ended, the audience stands for the standing ovation. you lead the kids to the front of the stage as you all take a bow alongside the daycare staff who appeared on stage as the team leaders of every group on the stage. heeseung quickly steps out from his seat, and giddiness flows through his body when he sees the other parents allowed to be on stage to give their bouquets to their children.

your eyes were greeting woonhak's parents, who were beaming with joy at their child's performance, saying words about the boy who is hugging onto his dad's legs before you heard someone call for you. turning your body to the voice, your eyes enlarged as you watched heeseung standing up on stage with a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand.

"for me?" you asked as you stopped in front of heeseung, who had a sheepish smile.

"this one? no, this is for the kids," he answered as the disappointed look he expected didn't come. it was replaced with disbelief.

"wow, you even thought of them, huh? genuinely impressed." you slowly hold onto the bouquet as you see the sunflowers are separated. in an instant, you left heeseung behind to approach woonhak as you squatted down and gave him one of the sunflowers. heeseung actually followed you around, giving the flowers to children that you had taken care of as he watches some of them wrapping their arms around your neck.

the paper that encases the stems is all left as you fold it when your eyes see ryujin and beomgyu standing at the front of the stage as they looked up at the crowd there. your legs stride you there as you see your babies realizing the look of their mom there with the exclamations of "ma" ringing between them.

"hello! how are you two doing with uncle gyu and auntie ryu?" you questioned as you sat down in the position where your legs dangled off the stage as the twins reached their arms up to caress your dress.

"they're surprisingly calm during the car ride. siah was actually bopping to the rock songs on the radio," beomgyu replied as he held onto siah gently while still letting her reach out to touch your hand. the boy's eyes moved to your right as ryujin rolls her eyes whilst giggling. you turn to see a bouquet of pink flowers in your eyes as you lift up and find heeseung's heavy breathing face with a sweating forehead staring right at you.

"i was chasing you around. you were so quick," your boyfriend complained as you echoed your question.

"so, this one is for me?"

"of course, baby," he replied as you looked down at the bouquet and pulled it to your hold. your hand brush up his forehead to wipe the sweat before he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your temple. earning a look of disgust at beomgyu and ryujin as heeseung gives a quick bird flip to the both of them before he reaches down to get siah and siwoo from their hands to your laps to get some photos.

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"has it been that long since we ate out?" you eyed the hotpot broths that were slowly boiling on the table between the two of you.

"only the two of us? probably before you gave birth," heeseung replied, his forehead framed with his bangs as you both wearing some comfy outfits whilst going out after leaving the twins with your parents.

"in technicality, all four of us were there." you held onto the chopsticks and put the things you ordered into the broth. "so, i can assume that we never go out only the two of us."

"why would we back then? we're rivals, and we can't stand each other."

you hummed as heeseung put the noodles in the mala broth, "yet, here we are. sitting across from each other, dating, and also having kids with each other." he continues.

"you just have to know how much of a relief i will be having today without the twins. i love them, but i also want rest," you said it so playfully exasperated, watching the food being boiled as heeseung tasted the broth on the tip of his chopsticks.

"well, they will be with your parents today and then my parents tomorrow. we'll have the whole weekend to ourselves until we pick them up on sunday. that should probably be enough, yeah?"

"yeah," you echoed. your eyes gleaming as you stare at the boy across from you, not as a baby daddy, but as someone you are interested in.

"i think you promised me to do a tell-all on that girls' trip with you five," heeseung continues the conversation as you sighed.

"unless you also tell me that day you brought the twins to work."

"deal."

both of you blabber as you keep up with each other's lives whilst filling your stomachs up with the delicious hotpot. maybe it is because of your shared struggle that you are very comfortable talking with each other about something deeper. you both actually resolve much of the conflict you had when you were younger, from the time when you stopped him from teasing a friend of yours to him genuinely apologizing for the nosebleed you get. you talked about your friends' relationships too, mainly beomgyu and ryujin that still pisses you off because of beomgyu's "chance" by using you. but you didn't expect that heeseung has some hot takes about it, too.

"it is very shitty of him when i knew of the big picture. i actually had a talk with him about that the first time we met after i moved into the apartment with you. he shouldn't use you like that." heeseung sipped his drink before continuing, "maybe that's why he still isn't as open to you like he used to."

"yeah, i feel it too. but i am glad that he manned up and actually courted ryujin. like, that time that i said to him that because she is demiromantic might be stuck to him because he had to actually get close to her to make her interested in him." you stretch your arms up after licking the broth that was sticking to your lips.

as you put your card down to pay—"for all the numerous times you paid me for my food" you retorted to him—you walk hand in hand with heeseung on the shopping street as you eyed the numerous stores before his eyes landed on the arcade. shaking your head, you let heeseung drag you into the building with numerous neon-colored machines as he leads you both to the air hockey table. a recognisable flame in his eyes as he inserts the credits into the machine.

"come on. don't tell me you're giving up on our rivalry?" heeseung taunts you as he grabs the mallet on his side.

"it never died down ever since you brought up the twins' firsts and who saw it. bring it on!" the puck is released from its dock as you hit it with your mallet hard to the other side, eyes on the goal.

it didn't stop with air hockey; it continued to racing games both on car and motorcycle to even the game where you both have to use teamwork to fight the enemies. in the end, the giddiness of your youths comes back as you walk side by side with fingers interlocked, your other hand holding onto the bag containing your favorite joint fried chicken franchise as a takeaway. the wind of the night blowing the cool air that combats the summer's stinging heat.

pressing the number in the keypad, the familiar chime tells you to push the door handle and the door open. your feet immediatly moves to push your shoes off as you step onto the wooden floor, heading towards the kitchen island that is your dining table. you put down the bag of chicken on it, moving it around on the island until it stands near the edge on the shorter side. that is when you also noticed the sound of loud breaths and hands pressing down on your hips.

"you look so fucking sexy." the familiar voice calls as he brushes his point nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling a little bit before pressing a searing kiss on the skin. "from that dress in the recital to your freaking outfits on that girls trip" he reminded. one of his hands move to the front of you, pressing down onto the tummy where your babies were—nearing the top of your lower lips. the searing kiss trails down until the edge of the collar from your neck before he gave the skin a hard suck.

"i wanna put another baby in you." heeseung's deep tone sends goosebumps up your arms. one of your hands meets the one pressing down your tummy. you expand your neck for him, leaning back against his muscular shoulders as his hold on you moves around your body, one of them squeezing your tense breasts that lets you feel both the pain and pleasure.

"hee, we might get an irish twin, then."

"irish triplet with our current situation. besides..." one of his hands guides your head to face his—even only a glimmer of it felt hot against your cheeks, "i haven't properly thank you for giving birth to our children and the past three months."

your quick movement makes his grip on you loosen and you wrapped your hands around his neck before slamming your lips against his that he replies hungrily. your baggy clothes fold into the form of your current body as he pushes his tongue into your cavern, sensing the saliva polling around the edge of your lips. a gasp come out from your lungs as he lifted you up to sit on the kitchen island. legs already curling up as he stands in between your spreading knees. heeseung's digits continue to trail down against your front as you lean back and find yourself breathing hard the oxygen around you. you help him lift your t-shirt off of yours, letting him see the nursery bra you bought yourself because of your enlarging breasts.

"fuck…" you hiss, letting him touch the much more sensitive nipples because of the arousal as he chuckles as you lift his t-shirt off. the plane of his muscles still looks sexy even without the strain of sports training them when you move your hands across his torso before you cup his jaw and meet his lips with yours once again. kisses that felt more like devouring every inch of your mouth to each other.

"i'm gonna worship you so much," he whispers against your lips, forehead meeting yours as you let your breath intermingle when his two hands reach behind to unhook your bra. your breasts fell from the hold as they landed on your chest. heeseung's hands pushed your shoulder blades so that you sat upright before moving to your perk nipples, all sensitive to touch even with his caresses.

"you have to know…" he cups one of your boobs gently, "when i was heating up the milk for the twins when you were away for your trip." his hands now move to hold you by your ribcage right underneath your armpit, making him able to play to around with them easier.

"i tried a sip." your eyes meet where heeseung's eyes supposedly are looking, yet his focus lingers a little longer on your breasts before he lifts it up to know your reaction. lips agape, you meet his hot stare as he steps closer, brushing his clothed bulge against your covered core. the tips of your nose touching as his eyes pierced into yours.

"i bet it tastes better from the source. please, let me?" you lightly gnaw at your bottom lip, looking between his thick lips to your sensitive boobs as you decipher the hint of desperation in his tone. one of your hands moved to caress the prominent lines on his abdomen.

"i want to see you do it." your words added to your nodding as he gives you a peck on the lips before trailing them down your chin to your neck and your chest. one hand holding yourself upright on the island, his hand cup one of your boobs before squeezing it, making you let out a small moan only for him to hear combined with both of your ragged breaths.

his lips trailed down the curve before flicking the nipple with his tongue. you peer down, focusing on the nipple that heeseung wants to try.

"a little suck first, until you taste it." you guide him as his big eyes open to meet yours while his lips wrapped around the nipple. the little tug from heeseung's force startles you because it feels the same as your babies when you breastfeed. "add a bit more force." his eyebrows furrowed a little to your additional guideline, the hand holding onto your other boob give a light squeeze when he sucked with a bit more force. and when he felt the sweet and warm liquid envading his taste buds, he couldn't help but groan and close his eyes to take it in.

your moans increase in frequency as your eyes continue to focus on your boyfriend's blissful expression from breastfeeding from you. his grip on the other breast squeezes more as you feel his tongue lapping your milk. he pulls off with an evident pop, vision still on the nipples as it squirts a bit more of the milk before landing on your areola, where he trails the tip of his tongue to not let them go to waste. he meets your eyes with a grin on his face before he presses his tongue back into your cavern, letting you taste the milk your body produced.

"it is better. now i know why the twins love the milk so much. i might get addicted to this." heeseung mumbles as he is already on his way to your other boobs. fighting the coolness with his warm mouth as you chuckle from his statement.

"don't hoard the milk for yourself, baby." your hand that was on his abs moved down to his clothed bulge. his eyebrows raised as you communicate with your eyes before you felt his hand following your actions.

"i'll buy you so many food so that you can make more for the twins and me…" your boyfriend utter against your skin before sucking with the same force on your other nipple, feeling the milk getting pulled out as your fingers unbutton his jeans and zip it down. you can't help but lean your head back and whimper, enjoying heeseung's warmth from his mouth lapping up your milk to his fingers already unbuttoning your own baggy jean pants and caressing your moist core.

pulling back as he licks up the rest of the droplets of milk, your touch on his hardened covered cock is gone as he slowly kneels down. he peels away both your pants and underwear to gaze at every expanse of your skin. heeseung kisses every scar around your waist, tummy, and hips areathe past three months about most are the result of how your skin stretcch to accomodate your twins during your pregnancy. he gives special treatment on the stretch marks on your tummy, the ones he also helps with when you were too busy breastfeeding the twins to give the lotion. and then, he continues to trail down, kissing along the slit of your outer labia before finding your clit and the wet core before he licks the pre-cum up.

"i miss this pussy." he groaned then quickly followed with a shriek from you as he laps up your slit, satiating his starvation. your hand locking into the strand of his hair as the gentle heeseung begging to breastfeed is now gone in an instant. your clit slowly becomes more and more sensitive with his licks, combine that with his finger pushing into your walls makes the whole of your body shudder.

"heeseung, heeseung, baby-" you exclaimed, thighs trembling as you held it open to not crush him. he thrusts into your hole with his tongue and presses down on your nub. your toefingers cringing in pleasure as you let the moans come out of you and into the darkness of the night and comfort of your apartment. his hums create more vibration as you brush the bangs covering his forehead, finding his hooded eyes looking at yours and your blissful expression. every thrust and lick is slowly building you up to the release you haven't felt in a while. your hand movement becomes more frantic from the caress of his hair to the hold on his shoulder.

pulling away, heeseung looks at the line of spit connecting his lips to your labia, brushing them with your thumb as he stands up to peel his underwear off, dragging you off the island as you take a quick look at his erect cock, before he brought you to your bedroom. being in the front, heeseung eyes the mirror in the corner of the room beside the window as he brings you both in front of it. the corner of the bed behind you when you eyed your reflection as you hear taps on skin before turning to see heeseung manspreading on the bed, his cock twitches as it becomes harder and straighter.

you bit your bottom lip as you stepped towards him. he turned your body around and pulled you into his embrace. his cock resting in between your cheeks as you can't help but gaze at your body on his. heeseung pulls you a bit upwards as he adjust his sitting, the dick that rested behind you now folding forward as you can feel it grazing your swollen nub. his head appears on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your front as he whispers, "look in the mirror."

from the reflection, you find two naked bodies in a passionate embrace; the warmth from the orange lamp on the bedside table enforces the intimacy as you gaze down to look at your nether region touching. but when you trail upwards, you feel shivers as you meet heeseung's eyes, who has been observing just how good your body is on his. his hand doesn't stop trailing to the stretch marks when you turn your head to find his. your hand holding onto his nape as his kisses are messy, trailing his saliva down the expanse of your neck before your collarbone and shoulder.

"i want you to see just how much you enjoy getting fuck by my cock," his hands slowly moved down to your thighs respectively, "spread them for me."

you folded your knees as you rested the heels beside each side of his thighs, jaw dropping as you can see your hole spreading open in the mirror. one of heeseung's hands caresses the lower lips, spreading it open using two of his fingers against the skin. his kisses along your shoulder continue with his eyes looking at you looking downwards. a hand reaches for his hard member so close to slip inside. you spit onto the palm as you wet his tip up. his sighs is chill on your wet shoulder as he presses down on your clit and your tummy—where your womb is.

"whenever you ready, because i'm going hard," he seductively tells you, biting the lobe of your ear lightly as he sits up and holds himself steady for you to move. when you nudge his tip against your clit, both of you let out a shared moan as heeseung's grip on you tighten. you slide his tip up and down your slit before pushing it into your hole, looking at it spread as you move your hips forward to push him deeper.

both yours and his eyes focused on how your walls spread to take him in—nearly closing your eyes as heeseung whispers, "eyes stay open." the sensation is something that you missed—and something that you don't want to tell him that he is the only one that could fulfill it—as both his and your hips move in tandem to see find the tip of his cock almost slipping out before you both push together, a gasp coming out as he stole your breath when you felt him touching the entrance of your cervix.

"look at you, mama. splitting into two with my dick inside of you." you moaned at his words as the sensation stuns you to brace yourself while heeseung continues to move, making you stabilize yourself by digging your heels on the mattress and one of your hands digging into your open lower lips with a v shaped from your pointer and middle fingers, pressing it close near heeseung's cock for added touch as he groans behind you, still rubbing onto your clit.

heeseung's head rested on your shoulder, pushing down so that it won't let go as his hips move his member into and hands holding you in place. he gazes at your bouncing breasts with each thrust, your moans combining with his as he eyes the nipples where the familiar white droplets are leaking out from the nipples.

"you're so fucking- i can't believe you're mine." he babbles, the hold on your waist moves up to your breast as he felt the stickiness of his saliva and your milk, not stopping the pace of his dick drilling into you. blood rushes into your cheeks when you realise that your breast milk is leaking out. but your boyfriend doesn't even have the comprehension to stop.

"harder, daddy-" you let out a long moan as every sense in your body overwhelms you. your eyes moving between his cock pushing and pulling inside of you, his hands holding onto one of your boobs, and heeseung's face full of grit as he chases his and your highs. leaning forward, you feel the way your back is sticking to his chest from the sweat as you brace your hands on his knees, lifting your hips to meet his as you feel every deep thrust he pushes inside of you. not even a minute later, you can feel your body trembling and your hands waver as heeseung pulls you back again to him. his arm wrapped around your collar before a hand grabs onto your neck and presses down on the side.

"i'm cum-" you announced, tears in your eyes as you see the blurriness of your face and the ruined make up on your face. shaking, you let out a loud moan as you collapse back onto heeseung, who is close because of his pattern of groans.

"cum inside me, daddy," you mumbled out, egging him on as your orgasm makes you open your eyes wide and clear. the wetness from your cum spilling out with his thrust as he holds onto your body tighter and tighter, his lips founding your neck as he gives a long suck while moaning against your skin. his warm semen coats your walls as he continues to groan; gravity does its thing as he fills you up so full that it starts to leak out.

you watch as heeseung's flushed face holds open your thighs wide, eyes on your nether region as you follow him to find his white semen leaking from around his cock as your lips continue to grip on him. your hands is the one that reaches down, picking up a trail of it from a prominent vein on his dick, and places it by your perky nipple, let his cum meets your breastmilk as he reaches up to caress the mixture, your boob, and your hand in the same squeeze—making you tilt your head as he slams his swollen lips on yours. his hums making hum as well as you felt his other hand touching the area where you and he meet, the stickiness of both of your releases on his palm

pulling away from the hot kiss, you mumbled, "one more."

"one more?"

"one more load from you, daddy, please." your hooded eyes meets his, clamping onto his cock as your lips brushes against his. then, a blur of movement pulls out another puff of breath from you.

your back landed on the matress, whimpers came out of you as he pulled out when his body now before you, kneeling on the beds as you spread your legs open for him. both of your cum squeezes out from your moving walls. heeseung doesn't hesitate, pluging deep inside of you as your eyes enlarges and lips widen into a smile.

"YES- ah!" you shouted, his legs grabbing onto your respectively as he pushes down, folding your body as it still shakes with every thrust he pushes in. your hands reaching on the forearms that holding onto your legs, locking you both into the position. heeseung continues to drill into you, your pussy's wetness from your natural lubricants and his semen becoming music into his ears along with the skin slapping and your moans.

"fuck- you can take it, yeah mama? one more load?"

"yes, yes, yes, yes- daddy!" you replied as he let go of his hold on your legs and leaned forward, pushing him deeper as your legs wrapped themselves behind his back. his hands sit beside your head, every movement from him drags you up the bed as he finally leans down and swallow your moans all to himself. his hand grabs onto the breast where you spread his cum on, leaning down so he trail of his off before to your nipple and he suck hard to get the milk out.

"fuck yes!" you exclaimed, hands moving down to his ass where you hold him there to push him more, "breed me, breed me, breed me- i'm cum-"

your body trembles underneath heeseung's as you hold onto his back to press him down against you, riding your high as he chases his own. his hold on your throat continues as he leans so close to make your lips involuntarily kiss each other's with every push. a thumb from the hold on your neck presses down onto your bottom lips to make you suck on them as he hides his head in your neck—holding himself as deep as he can inside of you for last time tonight as he groans for you, adding more load of his release for your walls to hold on.

hands reaching for his head as you slowly brought them in front of you, ragged breathes bouncing on each other as you adjust your breathing to his. a chuckle coming out from both of you as you pulled him down and kiss the freckle on his forehead before trailing down to his fluttering eyelids to his swollen lips. the only sound is from your breath before the familiar ringtone comes from outside of the room.

"get it for me, daddy? i feel wobbly as fuck."

"for sure, mama." he kissed your cheek as he stands up, seeing that he is also stumbling while a few of your releases flung from his dick that whips around everytime he moves—making you giggle more as you heard him say "fuck you" from outside the bedroom. his footsteps get closer as he throws your t-shirt for you before putting the phone on speaker as he tugs onto his own tee. the familiar cry coming from the end of the call.

"(y/n)! are you okay if we move to video call? siwoo seems to his mom so much, he couldn't fall asleep." your mom calls for you from the end of the line, making you quickly pull your back against the wall of the bed and tucking your t-shirt.

"sure-" you're startled by your hoarse voice before clearing them with a cough, "sure, sorry for picking up late. just preparing to get to sleep."

the call quickly changes to a video call as you regard heeseung, who is back from the bathroom, your makeup remover on one hand and a small towel on the other. on the screen of your phone, you are faced with the appearance of your crying son as you clear your throat again.

"siwoo-yah. mama's here," you called out as heeseung sat beside you, hands holding open your thighs as he lightly pats your core and cleans your releases from your lower lips.

hearing your voice, siwoo's cry seems to die down as he looks into your screen to see his mom's face while his grandma seems to bounce him when you notice just how sleepy he is.

"was he asleep before he cried, mom?" you questioned. the screen flips upwards to see siwoo on your mom's lap.

"yeah, i just think he missed his parents. that's all."

"we missed you too, buddy," heeseung calls from off-screen as the look in siwoo's face changes in recognition. pushing your hand forward, you slowly gave your phone to heeseung's other hand and tried your best to not show your mom what you both were doing while she was taking care of her grandchildren to sleep.

siwoo exclaims as he sees his dad on the screen, making you able to his with every caress of the towel against you core from how sore you are as heeseung comes to help soothe him before singing the lullaby he sings to get the babies to sleep—you following him in a whispers.

you settle all morning in heeseung's embrace when you wake from the warm shower you both have last night. all the plans for day two without your twins go away as you both are just there in each other's hands, and your social battery recharges as you spend quality time with each other- including a little cockwarming action as you help strategise his next moves in league of legends.

as the last day ends, siwoo and siah are tucked in their car seats as you sit in between them. the groceries and other things you got today sitting in the front seat with heeseung as he drives all of you home. heeseung's parents' words about how polite these two are give a sense of pride for yourself and their son as you pick them up, holding onto two more bags of goodies his parents and yours also give to the twins and their parents.

after taking a warm shower, you lean yourself back on the bean bag as you hold onto the controller, staring at the projection of the colorful gameplay of it takes two on the wall. a hiss comes out from heeseung who fails another jump on the platforming as you waited on the other end, following with a hiss of your own as you look down on your bare chest to see both the twins breastfeeding on each boob at the same time.

"i'm getting second-hand embarrassment from seeing you struggling so much." you tilt your head to face him on his own bean bag.

"i'm trying here, baby."

"yeah, you are. that's your fault for boasting a bit too much." your voice pitch goes a little high in the word 'bit' as he lets out a full sigh when he finally sees your character on his side of the screen. you recall his words as he bought the game off of the steam marketplace—"cool premise for a game about a married couple and their struggles but played by a young couple whose relationship is blooming from a place of competition," his words echo—yet, he is the one that is mad with himself.

peering down when you hear the sound, siah leans back and coughs as heeseung steps from his bean bag, bringing it beside yours as he picks up siah from your chest and into his arms, patting her back so she can swallow the food against his bare torso. the light refracted from the wall also lighting up your skin; specifically much more comfortable in being topless around each other the blinds are sealed shut.

you held onto siwoo, who is still enthusiastically drinking milk when you heard the burp from siah as heeseung turns his head to face you with a smirk. "one down and one more to go."

"i don't think they will rest soon." you point at your daughter, who is already mesmerised by the moving scenery of the game on the wall.

"that's okay. family bonding time, besides…" heeseung gently holds onto siah as he leans down towards your side, "i can take a sip of your milk again anyway, right? so that one is not lopsided."

rolling your eyes, you caress siwoo's hair before saying, "sure, baby."

heeseung leans down and laps the leftover from siah's feeding time before sucking lightly on the nipple and let him sip little by little, can't help but brushing the hairs of your boys that were clinging onto you as your girl speaks in her baby speak whilst looking at how the projection moves around with your movement on the thumb stick, fascinating her with the world of game and even the real world more and more.

-

"a-wa-wahh?"

"agooo!"

"yeah, i know," heeseung replied as he held onto the twins wearing their matching onesies of the zootopia characters. the bunny ears on siah pushed back so she can look at you who is still finishing your halloween look: adding onto the drawing on your skin so that it could look more "ripped up".

you looked one last time at your halloween outfit, a modern, last-minute outfit based on frankie stein from monster high as the girls finally settled on the outfit theme they wanted to wear. pulling a little bit of your shirt down, you clean up your look as you turn around to find heeseung and your children already waiting for you.

"done- oop, my bag." heeseung rolls your eyes as you approaches the bedside table to pick up the bag that you had prepared.

heeseung stands up as he brings the two babies into their car seats before you both lift them up respectively to the car's back seat—settling them down with the instructions you are familiar with by now. you give a long sigh and sit at the front seat as the car heats up the machine.

"we're probably going to arrive there late," he said, hands holding onto the sterring wheel.

"i mean, your outfit is really easy. your minecraft skin?"

"we could do a family halloween costume, but you already promised to coordinate with your girls. hence, i'm doing the same with my boys."

"i would love to do that next halloween."

a hand reaches for your thigh as you follow it to see heeseung's smirk already appearing. "there'll be a next time, huh?"

"you're stuck with me 'until the heat death of the universe', right?" you reminded him of his own words as you both chuckle. his hand grabbing onto the stick and move it to drive as the car moves forward. "you've send the link to the group chat?"

"yeah, when we were waiting for you. it is mostly your doing so i'll be the one doing the talking," heeseung answered as the car drove out of the parking lot onto the street.

"you don't need to be that serious. it's just a friendly presentation night with the others, but we're doing it together." you lean back against the seat as heeseung continues to give a squeeze on your thigh. a small click coming from his lips.

"you do remember that we are competitive as fuck, (y/n)? even if i go easier on you, it doesn't mean i will do the same with the others." you sighed with his answers, finding the familiar fiery eyes he has on even with a small glance. your hand reaches for his on your thigh, giving him your answer without words as you check on the twins in the back seat.

the car arrives at heeseung's former apartment complex before he moved in with you. jimin was already standing by the parking lot as he approached the parked car when heeseung went out and gave him a huge hug, guiding him to you as he helps carry siah's car seat alongside heeseung with siwoo's.

for this year's halloween, the gang—with the addition of yunjin and jaehyuk as the ones filling in in both of your old rooms and many of your closest friends—wanted it more to be a small get together like the new year's party you both were also invited to: filled with the same faces that you won't probably see during the winter break and eventually, the graduation.

squeels come as you opened the door to the apartment you haven't step in a while to be greeted with yunjin and minjeong who approaches you, arms wide in giving you a tight hug as you look as minjeong's clawdeen and yunjin's draculaura's outfits.

"where are my nephew and niece?" you heard the sound of your long-time best friend who comes in with her ghoulia outfit including her glasses. ryujin arrives as she crouches in front of the car seats where siwoo and siah are seated, leaving them behind to her and you as heeseung greets his boys as jeongin gave him a diamond sword to add to his costume property.

with the main agenda of the whole get-together being the presentation night, the wheel of names calls the name of beomgyu and ryujin before being followed by chaeryeong and jimin to then you and heeseung. the twins settled down on minjeong and jeongin's laps as they played around with them. your eyes focusing on the screen-shared tv as you let out a chuckle on the title of their presentation.

"the desperation of choi beomgyu vs the nonchalantness of shin ryujin," said the girl, speaking in a gradiose tone as you can't help but let out a chuckle because of your involvement in this. however, not the sweetest one, as you can already feel a little tug on your heartstrings at what will be mentioned. your eyes move around to find heeseung's on yours, a look of worry recognisable on his face before he picks himself up and asks chaeryeong in her cleo de nile outfit if he can sit beside you. his hands instantly hold yours, relaxing your shaking hands in his warm hold as you brace for what is to come in the presentation.

"the thing is, (y/n) had a crush on beomgyu for a while, and i genuinely didn't know that the reason he was visiting our place was because he was looking for me. i might have a feeling that it was because beomgyu reciprocate her feelings that he came every week, other than following heeseung's want." ryujin candidly speaks—something that you love about her as she just can't seem to hide something that could resolves somenone's conflict, inside and out.

"and when (y/n) and heeseung had a big fight, she came to me and confessed her feelings. and, i have to say no. other than my focus in pining for ryujin, i just knew that by that time, my best buddy here," beomgyu points to heeseung with an open palm, "was already catching feelings for (y/n)."

"you did?" you turned to face heeseung, his eyes looking at beomgyu before you, and he nods.

"when we opened up to each other, i realized how bad it feels to be treated like that for a long time. then with the whole pregnancey too."

"yet you don't plan on telling me that?" you pushed back to his words, creating a few whoops before giggles as you also let out a smile, knowing how funny this all is. the pout formed on your lips added more to the faux sadness you want the others to see as heeseung pulls you to him.

"hey, hey," he kisses your temple, "in the end, i'm here, right? i'm your boy, baby." you hummed to his answer as you could see ryujin and beomgyu grimacing from your affectionate display.

"you two do it too." you glare at them teasingly while the other couple in the room—minjeong and sungchan—remain unscathed in this whole ordeal.

after chaeryeong and jimin's enlightening presentation about the hardest dance style they have to dance inside and outside of their current studio, you opened the slides you have edited to be met with oohs and ahhs, then chuckles as they see the familiar faces of the presenters as children.

"how we (former basketball players) will assign your positions in a basketball team," heeseung says the title as he is even startled by the picture you put at the start: your pictures in middle school when you both still play basketball. your nose bridge has a bandage right across it as heeseung is holding a basketball by his right arm. you both looked so done with each other as you remembered the smiles your mom had behind his mom who is taking the picture.

"god, you both look so disgusted standing beside each other," chaeryeong mumbles as she continues to laugh as the presentation continues. some of the thoughts written here are from little conversations you have with heeseung from walking across each other, finishing another level of it takes two, or some spoken when you both are so close to sleep. heeseung knew that sungchan would be a good center because of his tall stature, and you chimed in with minjeong being small forward. the funny thing is that you argue a lot with him about where jeongin is supposed to be.

"he's a good shooter. i played with him before."

"but he is also great with his reflexes. he is a practically pro gamer at his point because of streaming."

heeseung can only chuckle as he sees little inclusions of photos from when you were children to his photo from the decelis team. in the last slide as you present, his gaze at the picture of when you were both in elementary school standing side-by-side in your basketball jerseys with the same design. he can't help but look at his twins, seeing a glimpse of the faces in the picture in their still chubby faces.

"any questions?" you call out as you see eunseok lift his hand up.

"i didn't know you were a basketball player before, (y/n). why'd you stop?"

you let out a thin smile to his question, eyes already moving to heeseung who stands before you with his head turned back to observe. "it's because of heeseung, actually. at some point in our life-long rivalry, i got tired of keeping up with him and decided to stop basketball in high school to go on my own path."

"because i'm the better one between us with basketball." said boy responds as you roll your eyes, "but (y/n) here still has some chops on the court. i've seen it myself and her advice actually made us won the last basketball season."

jimin also raises his hand as you point at him, "do you want to teach your kids basketball someday?"

both of you look towards the twins, who are now sitting on auntie minjeong and uncle sungchan's laps, respectively. their wide eyes are looking expectantly at you both as you could see siah looking at the screen behind you, a glimpse to seeing her parents when they are closer to her age.

heeseung caress on your lower back captures your attention as he gives a small tilt on his head. "i think it would be good to teach them basketball as soon as possible, right, baby? especially since our lease ended next march."

"but you'll be the one paying for the rings and balls and stuff. and…" you peck his cheek, "that's a confirmation that you will help me teach them how to walk."

your comment creates more laughter as you teasingly show your tongue to him and evade his kiss as you end your presentation and sit down, letting minjeong give you both siwoo and siah as they lean their heads against your torso. heesseung's arm rests behind you on the couch as he scoots closer.

-

"wakey-wakey, baby."

heeseung groan as he felt kisses on his puffy face, hands wrapping around his chest as he slowly opened his eyes to see a blurry view of a figure before him. all he could do was give a small smile as he felt a peck on his lips.

"we get around an hour and a half to check out from the hotel. come on," the voice calls to him as he is being pulled up to sit upright. heeseung blows some raspberries before he blinks away the blurriness to find you with your fluffy bed hair, trying to not let your heavy eyelids win against your consciousness. after all, it is your last day in osaka before moving to another city.

genuinely, heeseung felt bad to be outside of the country only with you. but his parents and yours are so happy to have their grandchildren stay with them more. the twins also seem to enjoy it—though you always remind them to not treat them too much. a japan trip is something you and heeseung decided on at the last minute, but it is more in a way that you have also choke him with japanese movies akin to nobody knows, such as drive my car and all about lily chou-chou. you do have to sacrifice much of your schedule to heeseung, who is already noting osaka as his main destination because of mainly universal studios with the harry potter and nintendo area.

you both spend the whole day there, utilizing the expensive tickets for the rides in both harry potter and nintendo areas. he takes a picture of you in the recreation of the hogwarts castle with your house robe alongside the slytherin robe that he is wearing. he was the one who bought the hats from nintendo world with you and your luigi hat, and he with his mario's: completing the look. even for a trip around a week, you've learned more about him because of your situation outside of your comfort zone. he is surprised by your basic knowledge of the japanese language—courtesy of the media you consumed. but he also surprised you by how gentle he is throughout the trip, not interjecting as much as he usually does.

the train ride to kyoto was filled with clear blue skies as you lean against his shoulder with his own rubbing against your arm. the autumn weather added more to the scenery as the colors of the leaves changed and fell, yet some greenery stayed in few specks on the earth. your eyes settled on the moving buildings outside of the wall as you could feel heeseung's steady breaths from the nap he is taking.

during the trip, you both don't really talk as much and enjoy each other's company. with every glance shared between the two of you, you could communicate what you want. you both walked around the neighborhood where the accommodation is: a small cabin by the river overlooking the much more fuller side of kyoto along with a glimpse of its castles and temples. your phone is held in your hand as you can't help but to take a picture of the street you are in—the last lush greenery before autumn brushs it away along with the little glimmer of lights from the wet streets of rain. as you bowed your head at the caretaker who gave you the key, you opened the door to find a quaint house complete with a kitchen and a patio at the back where you can take a look at the beuatiful scenery—something that you will enjoy later in the day.

heeseung's attention is always on you as you both walk around the castle at the center of kyoto, taking picture of you in his mind as you gracefully sightsee and take pictures of what you take interests in. the cold weather brushes against his warm cheeks as he follows you around like you do him back in universal studios—reacting to the mundane things you like about the city itself. much different than what a city like osaka has to offer.

he always has his eyes on you as you look around a small market selling homemade items from pottery to arts that he can't help but to take pictures of candidly, adding to a gallery full of pictures of you he had in his phone. something that heeseung from one year ago would not even comprehend to even make.

you both carried a few groceries back home after eating dinner at a delicious ramen restaurant for your breakfast for the next three days. the sun rays pushing through the branches as you take in the orange of the sunset sky. heeseung keeping up beside you as you two walk slowly—letting you take in the atmosphere.

"i think it's nice if we can find a neighborhood like this for a place to stay. just," you paused before turning your head. "somewhere quaint. it doesn't have to be exactly like this."

"a place where the twins can walk around and we can just live slowly," heeseung added as you hummed.

"you want that? living slowly?" you furrowed your eyebrows at his statement, eyes looking at how even adulting and being a dad has affected him with the dark circles under his eyes from uncertain time of sleep.

"someday. we have to grind to get that though. we barely finish uni and we're thinking about so much. maybe, we can invest in something too. i don't know…" you felt a nudge on your hand from him, "you're the business student out of the two of us. what do you think?"

"i think," you cleared your throat, "investing in something could be good. it doesn't have to be stock because it fluctuates so much. i think gold will be good because it increases every time because of rarity. it's just," shaking your head, you eyed heeseung as you are approaching your accomodation—the light rain landing on your skin. "we now have to think about the future. not just for us now, but for the twins too in their next 18 years of life, and maybe even our legacy that will be with them after we die."

heeseung had a small smile on his face after you mentioned the twins before it quickly turned into something comical, "this is actually the most mature you have ever sounded."

"shush!" you nudge his shoulders as he giggles behind you, jogging towards your cabin as you open the front door to let your hands finally rest.

drinking the warm broth, you both sit on the back patio decorated by the sound of rain pitter-pattering against the roof and the land. the gloomy color gives you more comfort as the green colors pop more from the scenery. heeseung gazes at the heavy raindrops as the tension he carries seems to dissipate along with the flowing water. his ears waiting for your follow up on your conversation.

"so, in conclusion: is the 2024 olympics good?"

"that," heeseung points out, even with his hand showing towards you, "has so many subjective answers that i still even try to figure out."

"hey, you're the one that is saying to me that your company tasks you to create content about the olympics, even for youtube. i supposed you have your opinion about it." you put down your bowl on the small table, tucking your knees to your chest.

"well, if you want an honest opinion of mine…"

"yeah?" your tone showing curiosity.

"i actually like the paralympics better. so many categories within one category that you can talk about. it has much more camaraderie, even between the athletes. plus, i do really like watching wheelchair basketball and goalball. like, the limitations don't stop them." heeseung took a small peek at you before focusing on the scenery before him; the words you've spoken stuck in his mind.

yes, heeseung can see himself living his life in a place like this. maybe he could be a local radio dj and curate local and independent artists like beomgyu and his band. maybe he could be a coach for a small group of kids that fell in love with sports—he doesn't mind learning more about sports other than basketball. maybe he could be a local reporter, journaling every news, both good and bad, for everyone to know. maybe-

"heeseung?"

his inner tangent stopped itself as he turned his body around, looking at how you are holding onto a small box in hand as he furrowed his eyebrows instantly. "(y/n) what-"

"i'm not proposing to you- fuck- okay, hi, um…" you peer down at the box before letting out a huge exhale. "when we were in the market, i found these cute rings. it's thin but it is shaped like a mobius strip, which i think looks cool as fuck."

he holds back on his chuckles as you continue, eyes looking between the box and your face, "i, uh, buy them. for us." you open the box, showing him two thin bands of ring that is like what you described. you scoot closer to him, letting his eyes observe the rings before peering back at you.

"think of it as a promise ring of sorts because…" you flick your eyes away from him, letting him observe your side profile. "as much as i don't want to acknowledge it, you've been there my whole life. as a rival, borderline enemies, a friend, and now a romantic partner. and i just can't see myself living my life without you in it, even if you are freaking annoying. um…"

the big smile on your face as you talked about you two's relationship slowly faded as you cleared your throat, "well, i think this is a promise from me about what you talked months ago. until the heat death of the fucking universe."

he slowly picks up the ring as he gently twist it between his fingers. an amused look on his face as he looks back at you, smiling with an awkward grin and panic eyes. but, he melts it away as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

"here, let me help you." he gently holds your hand as he pushes the ring by your middle finger until it rests by the edge. you placed the box on your lap as you picked up the other ring and slipped it onto heeseung's middle finger, him folding the other fingers and making you giggle.

"it's us against the world, baby." he shows the middle finger up into the grey sky. laughter flying between the two of you as you show your middle finger as well, high up to become the center point of your vision.

heeseung turns his head to face you as he leans forward and catches your attention with a little peck, making you turn your head around as you gaze at him.

"i love you, (l/n)(y/n)."

your eyebrows raised when hearing his words. "i…" his word trails before he lets out a huge smile. a sincere look in his eyes that seems to washed away your doubt as you could feel your eyes starting to water.

"it's true what beomgyu said ever since the start of your pregnancy. but it… grows to us being tolerable with each other, then becoming comfortable, and then becoming open with each other. and," he looks down at the ring adorning his finger, "i always thought i never outwardly call it love. but it is, and your promise ring solidified that-"

his words got cut out as you leaned in to kiss him, a huge smooch before you pulled back and placed your hand on top of his. then, you pushed yourself to stand up, pulling him with you as the rain continued, adding the calmness of the background to your moment with each other.

you brought him to your shared bedroom. the futons the caretaker has said to you both lay down for you to sleep on. but it became a background to your response to heeseung. his eyes still looking at the comfy futon as you turn his head to face yours. he breathes in, letting the scent of you enter him as he puts his hands on your waist like you are on his nape.

"i love you, lee heeseung," you whispered against his lips, letting him feel every movement of the words that you said before giving him a short yet huge kiss.

"let me show it to you." your hands already reaching inside his top, feeling the planes of muscles formed even with some fat in them.

"we only have futons-"

"futons are enough," you answered by his ear. his arms reach up as you pull the top upwards to the ends of his head and hands. a hand reaches to the middle of his chest—feeling how he breathes—before you move to your right. his heartbeat sensed and connects with your pulse.

heeseung's breath is taken away as you push him down on the futon. his arms are pushing against it, holding himself upright. his eyes peering up to you as you peel away your top slowly, making him gulping down his saliva. then, you kneeled down, hand reaching for his nape to bring him back to your kisses—softly caressing his jaw as he can feel how you furrowed your eyebrows to send the sincerity of the love you have for him.

he leans his head back, showing the expanse of his neck that you let your kisses trail down. his groans are covered by the heavy rain, letting him be more open and loud about it. your hand also trails down his torso, rubbing against his nipples before trailing in between his muscles. heeseung looks down at your moving head, feeling the warmth with every touch as you peer your head up to look at him, kissing his evident bulge beneath his jeans.

button and zipper opened up as heeseung lets you pull away his jean pants and boxers, his hardening cock springing up as you spit your palm before stroking him. his hand reached for your hair, brushing it away as he felt how your mouth enraptured the head of his cock. saliva gathering as you brush them along the tip as you then give a suck, heeseung's hand reaches for your cheek and then the jaw.

"love-" he called out. he called out to you as he could feel the hand holding him upright weaken. eyes peering at the way his cock sinks into your cavern along with the slurping sound that added to the sensation of your tounge on the underside. his groans follow along with your own, observing how one of your hands is slipping into your open pants and brushes yourself against the fingers. his eyes widened as he looked at how you pushed yourself downward more, taking him deeper as he could hear you gag, pulling away from him as strings of saliva connected your lips to his member.

you lick them up against your swollen lips, letting him focus his sight on your voice as you stand up, pushing your pants and underwear down in an instant before joining his pants into the pile of clothes by the door of the bedroom. the rain still continues pouring as you can't help but feel just how wet you are and how eager heeseung is by grabbing onto your calves to pull you down.

pushing him back to lay completely down on the futon, his hands move to your waist as you sit on his lap, brushing yourself against his shaft as he heard your whimpers. his heart feels so full and intoxicated for you as the grazes of his hand with the promise ring runs against your warm skin from the lust. then, you reach for his cock as you brace yourself upwards, sliding it around your slit until you find your lower lips, spreading it open with his tip.

"i love you," you say in such a gentle voice, eyes looking at his face before upwards at the ceiling as you sink down onto his cock slowly, letting him feeling every ridge of your walls as they suck on him. both of you let out a moan, your body stretched all out from the sensation as you finally unclasp your bra and letting them fall onto his abdomen. you move them away as you lean your arm against his chest, lifting yourself up and then down to sink him deeper into you until he felt your cervix.

"baby, i love you." he echoes your words with his own sincerity, hands moving up and down your upper body as he lets you take control of the pace, enticing you with his caress against your sensitive nipples. heeseung gazed at how you try to hold yourself by biting your bottom lip, both hands that were on his pectorals now only left one as the other moves to hold onto his knees. your hips now moving in an upward motion, his tip nearing from slipping out until it did from the wetness, making you both groan by the sudden emptiness before you push the shaft back as the head gently moves along your slit and nudge into the hole as you let it pierce into you once again.

your moans started to get louder as heeseung's hands become more frantic. that is when he pushes himself to sit up and embrace you fully in his hold, making your hand move to his shoulders as he gives a suck on the nipple, tasting the sweetness from your breast milk that spills out from how you ride him.

"heeseung…" you gasped, making him lift his head up from the other nipple as you rested your forehead against his, eyes drooping down because of the pleasure as you stayed in contact no matter how close. his hands move to your bottom, helping you by pushing you upwards as you melt away on his cock.

"i'm gonna cum-" your voice whispers against him, making him more determined to chase his high for you as he fold his legs and grind his heels on the ground before he pushes his hips upward, making you both fall on the momentum as you now lay on top of him skin to skin.

his hand reaches to your cheek, rubbing slightly against your butthole before he presses the rim of your lower lip, feeling every movement both you and he are doing as your kisses press against his cheek. heeseung felt how his eyes are rolling backwards into his skull from your orgasm making your lips and walls grip so tight on him, his groans a telling sign for you of his climax as you feel his cum flowing inside of you.

but he doesn't stop and he pushes so that you now laying on the futon. your grip loose yet on his shoulders as you let go for him to take control. legs wrapped on his back as he sets the pace for one more for the both of you. loud moans and groans are replaced with softer whimpers and whines as heeseung deliciously moves into you, as slow as possible as he etched your walls into his mind. your wide eyes gaze at him, your lips mouthing numerous "i love you"s that he can feel when his lips brush yours, connecting them for you to know he will also flaunt that to you. both of your lips brushing against each other whilst saying "i love you" as he increases his pace.

his hand reaches for yours, connecting the rings with each other as he interlocks the fingers between yours. your face is writhing in pleasure, eyes don't want to close to focus back on heeseung. hips moved to different angles so he could reach it all as the rain continues to pour into the raven night—becoming the background of the show of your love to each other until it finally stops.

-

your eyes stayed on the promise finger hanging on your middle finger before a tap on your shoulders startle you, making you turn around to face your best friend. her eyes seems to gleam with tears of joy as she looks down at your outfit and the graduation gown.

"no, no, don't cry again, ryu-"

she wrapped her arms around your shoulder before flinging you around. her hands holding onto her hat as you are with yours. you pat your hand on the back, the sentimentality of it all coming back to you because of how it will become rare to even see ryujin again after being with her for around seven years since high school.

"we haven't even done the ceremony yet," you stated a fact.

"yeah, but i'm going to miss you so much, (y/n). i genuinely miss you after you moved out like a year ago. even with heeseung and his icks." she also stated her fact as you giggled.

"you'll do great like, you graduated uni and already become a creative director for txt? i can't wait to see what you'll do to them in the future. don't cut beom's hair though."

she rolled her eyes at your comment before replying, "he is the one that's going to force to make him cut his hair. but i think he does look good in any haircut."

"don't be all whipped for beomgyu in front of me." you playfully hit her as she wraps her arm around your shoulder.

"don't be like that with heeseung too, lovely." she nudges your cheek with her nose as you gaze at the auditorium where the graduation ceremony will be done. the shadows of the afternoon clear sky pools the ground as ryujin has taken a photo of it with you for her instagram. you both approach your girls, chaeryeong and minjeong, who also wear their own graduation gowns. yunjin is away as she is picking up kazuha so she can give the flower to both her and you.

"wow, we graduating, huh?" minjeong says, her wispy hair touching her cheeks from the wind.

"i'm really, really going to miss you guys so much," chaeryeong says as her hand is placed on the lower part of your back before she continues, "we still are going to do that project, right? the la la land-esque movie?"

you giggled at her questions as minjeong raised her eyebrows as you recalled the scene. a drunken conversation with two bottles of wine in your apartment resulting in a brainstorming idea of making a movie musical similar to la la land. minjeong is handling the movie production and directing, chaeryeong is creating the choreography of it all, ryujin, with her design and creativity, is going for the marketing tactics for posters and such where she works alongside you, who is producing all of it. remembering that project you discussed in your second year reminds you of how these girls are going to be your ride or die even after graduation and you all go your separate ways in life.

"we need to make that happened. our two-year-old dream project. we can even have txt fill in the soundtrack and the rest of the boys help with the script. fully independent." you echoed chaeryeong who is already tugging you in her embrace.

"your business-minded thoughts are flowing, (y/n). gonna have to note that in my phone, wait a sec." ryujin chuckles as minjeong pulls out her phone to actually jot down your sayings, making you pout at her familiar action.

"i'll be missing you, guys." you open your arms wide as they step in. your head on minjeong's shoulder with left arm around chaeryeong and right arm with ryujin. a very tight and warm hug with so many emotions as you also heard the sobs coming from them.

"okay, distraction: where's your babies?" chaeryeong says as she pulls away, staring at you as she wiped her tears away from the corner of her eyes.

"they're with my parents probably this way." you pointed towards the graduate parents supposed to gather at, focusing on searching for the bow you put in siah's hair that is similar in color to the outfit you are wearing. your eyes enlarged as you see what you're looking for, held by heeseung's dad as you arrived there with your girl squad.

"there's mama." uncle lee said as siah's squeal caught your attention before looking to the side to see siwoo in your dad's hold. your mom and heeseung's mom are locking arms as they seemed to walk around the crowd.

"siah!"

"siwoo!"

their aunties gathered for them as you give uncle lee and your dad an exasperated sigh before asking, "where's heeseung?"

"i am here," said boy replying as he wrapped his arm in front of you, pulling you backwards as he kisses the side of your head. turning around, you see heeseung with his boys as they approach the twins. his gown covering the shirt he decided to matched up with your outfit.

hands trailing to the collar, you smoothed down the front of the gown before saying, "you look good, baby."

"so do you, love." he leans to give a peck on your lips before turning your body around to face your friends and families.

"good, you both are here," auntie lee calls to you, still walking beside mom before they both hold onto their phones.

"we got to have a picture of you four, and maybe we can help with your friends also," your mom added.

"we can also help with taking a picture for the family, auntie," beomgyu said as jeongin nodded his head beside him.

"perfect! we have to go fast before the ceremony starts," mom exclaimed as you reached your hand out to carry siwoo while heeseung holds siah. the weight of your baby is far heavier with their growth as they start to be able to grab tight onto the nearest things they can hold.

you settle your body beside heeseung as you tried to make siwoo focus on the camera. that is when you see jimin and minjeong waving their hands behind your mom's stature to capture their attention, making you smile widely at the sight as you pose with heeseung beside you. the first ever family of all four of you, which you want to frame beside both of your diplomas.

-

the framed diploma rested on the wall on top of the table you are tidying in your last touches. the warmth atmosphere of the room combines with the setting sun outside as you turn your body around: admiring the house that you have fully decorated.

with the lease ending in early march, you and heeseung have been searching for a neighborhood you think you can live in. good for you both, but also good for the twins. the search commences even before your graduation, using the place you stayed at in kyoto as a perfect frame of reference. with heeseung's position much more in shape as he is now being brought onto the fields and courts to interview coaches and players, plus to accommodate for your job now but also wanting to have a sense of calmness: you both decide to pick a suburban area that is pretty close to public transport.

and so, when you see a sale sign in front of a house that has a backyard at the end in a quaint neighborhood as you both drive around, you can see the place as your home instantly.

you both are lucky that both his and your parents are very supportive of the decision—"of course, we are. cause you both are our only child and you will then inherit our assets." dad says which uncle lee also agrees with—that they also help you deal with the bank for a loan for the house which you both will have pay off in 10 years. both of you are much more determined when clear objectives are set as you helped prepare in the home economics side of things such as savings for your family's day-to-day lives and the twins' education.

eyes gazing at the house that is fully decorated, you watch the twins play with their toys in the living room. siah is crawling around to go to siwoo, who is playing with a sensory toy. your vision then moves to the set up of the large television on the table where heeseung's consoles settle there beside a shelf full of board games and card games. you could already imagine spending much of your free time here.

looking back at the door leading to the backyard, you are met with heeseung's apparition as he stands there, making you follow him there.

the backyard itself is pretty big and there are garden beds where you could try to garden some vegetables. it is connected to the carpark where your car and heeseung's car are parked. a basketball ring stands tall there with the little one beside it as you can imagine heeseung working out his skills and even asking you to play a 1 vs 1 game with him other than his workout equipment by the patio.

"hey…" you called out, making heeseung turn his head at you.

"hey," he replies with a smirk on his face before he looks away. you both don't really need words to communicate with each other anymore, as even spending time doing other things is enough. knowing deep down that heeseung seems to need space to take in the new house he will come home to.

your eyes have already gazed at the corner of the backyard that will look good with a tree. imagining the big shade of the many leaves added more to the comfort of the home.

"what do you think-" your words are cut off after you see what happened when you turned your head.

heeseung, kneeling down in front of you, his gleaming promise ring sits on top of a velvet box.

"(l/n)(y/n). even with our rich and complex history, you have always been there. seeing me in my highs and lows even though you tease them a lot. i can't see myself living without you. so here i am," a chuckle comes out from him as you echoed with your own, "asking you if you want to be my eternal life rival even after death tears us away from each other."

a pout showing on your lips as your eyes are heating up and tears threatening to fall out when you heard the very words as he flips the velvet box, showing you the ring in the same color as your promise rings.

"will you marry me?"

a sigh came out from you as you nodded, kneeling down in front of him as you gave him a huge embrace. his chuckles tingles before he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, breaking down in front of you as you can't help of the amount of pressure he has althrough out this.

hands on either side of his head, you give him a sizzling kiss before leaning your forehead against his. looking downwards, you find the engagement ring he bought for you as your observation on the details makes your heartstrings tug more. the band is as thin as your promise ring but the gleaming metal doesn't stop there. a flower is also made from metal: a combination of both siwoo and siah's representation in your lives.

as heeseung slip the ring into your left hand's ring finger, your eyes caught onto the movement of your babies as they crawl to approach you. both of your arms open to gather them in your arms as you look at them climbing onto yours and heeseung's lap, respectively. looking at their faces, you could already guess that this will be your whole world.

-

"happy birthday to you!" the song rings as you sing while holding siah in your arms, your eyes gaze at the minimalist decoration for the twins' first birthday and also a house warming party for your family and friends, all from your gang of 8, the rest of your same year first friends, the decelis basketball team players, to even both of your extended families.

"blow the candle!" your mom calls out as you lean forward alongside heeseung, helping to blow the flame out as the wick is near the single candle representing their one year of life. siah seems to follow your lips as you blow away the fire before facing you with that expression. the cake that you homemade stands there cutely before you let them taste the cream whilst cutting it for the guests.

the twins stand whilst holding on the short coffee table as they lick up the cream you gave them, seeing their eyes widening from the sweet taste before they show their smiles before speaking up for you. but, then they started to wiggle their butts together that almost makes you faint as heeseung holds onto to you after placing the cake onto the plate.

you let the twins go around the house, already babyproofing much of your pieces of furniture as their new form of skills of walking is taking over. siwoo was the first one taking his baby steps, walking from the tv table towards you who is relaxing on the sofa before recording it to give to heeseung who is out with his friends. then, siah also has her baby steps on the same day as she lets go of your guidance hand when she approaches her kneeling father to hug him—something you both have been training them to do when one of you comes home.

little shrieks came about from the guests as they looked at the birthday twins walking around the house, playing around with the numerous people there as you and heeseung settled to eat the cake before he tended to the house warming and birthday gifts.

the room is filled with people both you and heeseung are thrilled to see. even your school friends you still keep in touch with are still shocked to see you both together. your hand plays with the engagement ring as you hide them, saving the information for it all at the right time as you and your now-fiance still wear your promise ring to wad off any suspicions. a smile lifts your face as you look across the living room, dining room, and kitchen that are opened with each other.

"they grew up so fast, right?"

a voice asks you as you turn to find beomgyu, a sheepish smile on his face.

"yeah. can't believe they can walk now, even if they are still shaky."

beomgyu hums. the evident awkwardness still flows between you, especially after what happened on halloween when you saw heeseung in a new light. but other than that, you could still see how guilt is eating the boy up, especially after he finally gets the girl that he dreamed of.

"i forgive you, beom," you reply with his nickname, "all of it. i just think that if we still think about all that happened, we won't ever move on."

"i know. i didn't realise i was that easy to read," beomgyu leans his head down, eyes focusing on the promise ring on your right hand.

"hey, no matter what. i still see you as a friend. you are my best friend's boyfriend and i would not stop teasing you for it like you both do to me and heeseung." you both chuckles at your answer as you tap him on the chest with your pointer finger. "besides, if txt has 0 fans, that means i am dead."

the party continues as you introduce the rooms of the house to your friends and family members until evening comes, and you wave goodbye to heeseung's and your parents as the last guests that leave after helping out with cleaning the food and some floor decorations. eyes on the twins, who are already drooping to go to sleep. you both wait for each other to end the day by taking a deserving shower before preparing them to sleep, letting heeseung tuck the two himself.

"i think that's that, right?" you replied to his request, hands already tucking the ends of the blankets as you could also feel how sleepy you are.

"there are many more that you have left, but a summary doesn't always have to include everything."

you roll your eyes and reply with, "you and your pedanticness."

heeseung gives you another kiss on the temple as he snuggles closer to you before fully wrapping his arms around you. even with sleepy eyes, you still grabbed onto your phone as you haven't caught up with the last few hours, especially after you posted something on instagram as his comment that actually makes you have to pull him aside to talk about.

"one more look at your post 'cause i think they have caught onto the big news."

"your fault for actually commenting. i was actually thinking of doing a pretty hard launch by just giving them an invitation of the wedding." you guffawed with him as he tucks his shoulders.

"which we still have to plan for and then the honeymoon and such," heeseung mumbles into the crook of your neck as you press open the app.

"one step at the time, love." you lean your head close to him as you show him the post and the comment section that earns laughter for you both, satisfying enough for you two to end the day with.

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[i-love-zelda-16]

DISASTER DUOOOOOOOOOOOO

LESGOOOO

okay LU analysis time!!!

skjdfkgksdlfjgsdjfghjdk JOJO THIS MAN. THIS MAN. WHY IS HE SO AMAZING.

so firstly, Warriors asks if Twilight has trained Wild with a sword. he asks this because i think Wild has probably told him that Twilight was with him during his adventure. or he hasn’t told him and Wars just knows that Twilight and Wild are close, so it would be plausible that Twilight had trained him with a sword.

none of this matters though, because Wild responds with that only his training to be a knight trained him with a sword.

he then talks about the blade that Four made for him. Four is a smith, it makes sense why the blade is made well. he probably learned from Melari or someone. or his grandfather, right?

AND JOJO EVEN SNUCK IN THE BEST LIL JOKE

so Warriors asks where Wild thinks he’ll be in five years. totk. and Wild responds with “hopefully not dead, i’ll be surprised if i have all my limbs!”

wild buddy. i have some bad news for you…

yeah ummmmmmmmm poor wild ig

Wars then asks where he wants to be in 5 years and Wild has a small existential crisis.

also can i just say that i love this duooo they’re so underrated.

the enemy we see here is called a Spark. i’ve matched it to the one from the ART of the Link’s Awakening remake. not the actual game. interesting…. (the ones in the actual game are much more yellow than green.)

sparks are, again, a downfall timeline enemy, which basically confirms that we are in fact in the downfall timeline. again, like the moblin from the last update, these are from Link’s Awakening which was a dream. sooooo our boys are in a dream?? i think it’s possible but unlikely.

something i found interesting about their placement is that they’re on the ceiling. why would they be on the ceiling if the disaster duo isn’t going up there? i feel like maybee there could be an item that allows them to walk on walls or gravity flip or something like that. the pathblades and water on the floor support this idea. although, if this was technically a 2D dungeon, that idea wouldn’t really work… hmm… interesting thought tho

pathblade. Wild almost gets his toes cut off. pretty typical i’d say. i’ve matched the pathblade to the one from A Link Between Worlds. not a perfect match, but it’ll do. it’s also kinda similar to the one from Phantom Hourglass, but based on what we already know about our boys’ surroundings, and that Phantom Hourglass is in the Adult Timeline, this doesn’t seem likely. so, albw it is.

and finally, Wild pulls out the sheikah slate. there’s two options for runes he could be considering using.

1. stasis to freeze the pathblade while they cross the water. there are multiple pathblades tho and Wild can use stasis on only 1 thing at a time so… idk

2. cryonis to make an ice bridge across the water. if this was the “intended solution” to the puzzle (like i feel like this is a thing that the devs would do to us in a loz game) then it would make A WHOLE LOT more sense why the sparks are on the ceiling; cryonis makes raised ice cubes so then while Wars and Wild cross, they’d have to dodge the sparks. hmm that makes sense lolll

we received a lot with this update!! very fun!! yet still, questions are being posed!! i’m excited to see what comes next; thank you JoJo!!

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Stereotypical . Pretermit - LoTCF & Venion Stan! Reader

a/n: please read the tags in detail and proceed carefully. If you are going through something please contact your local emergency hotline or talk to someone about it. I do not condone any of the toxic/harmful behaviours shown in this fic, but rather I'd like for this to serve as a message of how suicide affects everyone involved. Also holy fckin hairball this is 18 pages with 5400+ words

tags: PLEASE READ CAREFULLY AND BE WARNED! semi-detailed aftermath of suicide attempt, gore?, amnesia, inspired by freud's concept of repression still hate the guy tho, hints of depression, insomnia, hints of eating disorders if you squint, hurt/comfort, angst only lasts for a bit tho dw, isekai, yandere everyone if you squint really hard, everyone is trying to deny that they like reader (platonically), Taylor is the best brother

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

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@areaderspov said:

Hello hello!

I just read your fanfic of Venion!Reader aND I LOVE IT SO MUCH😭 I ACTUALLY TEARED UP ANYWAYS—

Did you ever thought of making and alternative version? —or angst sorta? Like, imagine if reader just gives up on life BUT WITH A PLOT TWIST.

THey could either go back to their world or suddenly be brought to Cale's world again BUT they just like, had a feeling of what happened, but nothing cleared, they mostly confused on what's going on but are trying to be… Chill, in a way. Like everything was only a nightmare and they had no recollection of it.

Maybe they could even sorta recognize Taylor? Like the feeling of their hyung but not really knowing why the connection.

Imagine that Raon is the first to recognize them, and they are in a way very happy since they looked so content, so different.

They don't have the "shackles" anymore so, I'm not sure how everyone else might play it.

Hope you like this idea though!<3

“Hey, wake up. Class ended already.”

You feel someone shake you awake as you groggily open your eyes. Looking around the lecture hall, you see that there really is no one else in the room aside from you and your friend.

“Where should we eat? I think I'm craving something sweet…”

Slinging your bag over your shoulders, you ask your friend for food recommendations. Your friend hummed as you guys walked out of the lecture hall onto the busy hallways of your university.

“There are no classes after this, so we can check out that new cafe outside the campus. Are you craving something specifically?”

You hummed as the two of you exited the building successfully. The two of you walk towards the gate to get away from the busy campus and be on your merry way towards the cafe.

“I weirdly want to eat apple pies…”

“Apple pies? You've never even had one before. Why are you craving something you've never eaten?”

Your friend stopped walking for a second to look at you weirdly before leading you to where the cafe is.

“I mean, you can crave something you've never had. But hmm, it is a bit weird because I feel like I've eaten it plenty before.”

After a few minutes of more banter and walking, you finally reached the newly opened cafe. The interior was minimalist, taking into account aesthetic pictures for social media. Their colour scheme was beige and black, and there were some plants and paintings on the wall.

The cafe seating looks like an open area. No booths can be found, but the seats are still comfortable-looking couches. 

Your friend asks you what else you want aside from pie as you eye which seat would be the best for the two of you. You tell your friend your order before making a beeline for the couch seat in the corner of the cafe beside the windows.

As you sit on the couch, you can feel your body physically relaxing. Weeks of sleepless nights and early mornings are absorbed by the comfortable plush of the seat. Thankfully, those days are about to end as today marks the start of your summer break.

Few more minutes passed by before your friend finally arrived with both of your orders. After finally settling, the two of you continued your light talk while eating your well-deserved sweet treats.

* * *

Summer break was absolutely the best. No deadlines to think about, no group mates to accommodate, no professors to chase for requirements. It's just you, your bed, and your phone.

Six weeks into the vacation and you're still bedrotting. You even go as far as to refuse whatever plans your friends present to you. Well, you didn't mean to spend the entire vacation just lounging around the house; actually, you initially just planned to spend a week and a half catching up on sleep before going out with friends. However, for some reason, your body felt incredibly heavy, and your mind was exhausted. Leading to you spending a month and a half at home to sleep.

Life of a slacker is nice. You actually enjoyed doing nothing. It’s just that there seems to be one problem… you feel more tired after sleeping.

It wasn’t always like this. In fact, you’re usually a good sleeper. Everything just started after that one time you fell asleep during class before the start of summer break. After that time, it was like no amount of sleep could quench the tiredness you felt.

Was it because of that weirdly realistic dream you had that day?

But you could barely even remember it, so it couldn’t be.

‘Well, it was just a dream, so it feels silly to give it this much meaning.’

You thought to yourself as you finally got up to prepare your first meal of the day. It’s already 5 pm, and you are just now starting your day. Well, you live alone anyway, so no one’s going to scold you. Plus, you’re still eating, so you’re still living a healthy life.

With that justification in mind, you finished eating the small portion of food you prepared for yourself before going back to bed.

Days passed until there was only one week left until the start of the new semester. Not once did you go out, even your enrollment was done online, and you figured you could just update your ID on the first day of classes.

Even after all that rest, you still felt tired. Your mental state was also a mess for no reason. Sometimes you would even start crying out of the blue.

Like right now, for example.

You were merely scrolling on your phone when suddenly tears started dripping from your eyes. Unsure of the cause yet still continuing to cry, your heart clenches at the random picture of a dragon plushie presented on your phone.

You would tear up just like this at random times of the day.

‘I have to get myself together. Classes are starting soon, and this year is very critical.’

With that conviction, you fell asleep with a heavy mind and an even heavier heart.

* * *

“CALL A HEALER HURRY”

“EVERYONE ON STANDBY, CANCEL ALL APPOINTMENTS AND DON’T LET VISITORS INSIDE”

Frantic shouts and hurried footsteps filled Raon’s ears as soon as he teleported in the Stan territory. The young dragon just wanted to checked on Venion Stan but such a chaotic scene welcomed him instead.

The curious — and worried — toddler followed the voice while remaining invisible. He could recognise the man shouting to be Taylor Stan. Just what happened to make such a usually composed man sound so frantic?

Raon’s question was answered as he peeked inside Venion’s room, the source of the chaos. From outside, he could see how healers and Cage are desperately trying to heal the young noble. Raon could also see Venion’s bloody wrist.

Copious amounts of blood dripped from the blonde’s wrist onto the bedsheets. There was too much that his bed was stained red; something the maids and butlers are trying to clean, but to no avail.

Taylor Stan can be seen besides the unconscious man. Desperately trying to put pressure on Venion’s wounds to stop bleeding. His own shaking hands gripping onto his brother’s wrist while he tries to stop the tears from escaping his blurry eyes.

Unable to take the sight in anymore, Raon teleports back to where Cale is. His paws shaking as he cries on the redhead’s chest while explaining what he saw.

It wasn’t until the next day he heard a word from the Stan Marquisate.

“I… I’m not sure how to explain what happened, Young Master Cale.” 

Taylor Stan said on the other side of the communication device. Cale’s gaze hardened at the sight of the Marquiss; he looks so gaunt, as if he hasn’t slept in a week. Clearly, something has happened to Venion Stan.

“Take your time.”

Cale said while holding onto Raon’s invisible yet shaking paw from his lap.

“Yesterday morning… when I visited my dongsaeng’s room to start our day, there was a strong stench of blood. So I opened the door and…”

Taylor Stan sighed deeply, his voice shaking but he pushed through it as he has to break the news.

“Blood was everywhere, Venion’s wrist was bleeding, he wounded himself too deeply. At first, I didn’t know how he even managed—no, I didn’t have the time to think about anything else, I frantically called Cage and the other healers to try and save him.”

Even Cale had to take a sharp breath. No wonder Raon looked so traumatised. The scene yesterday was too unsightly for anyone to witness, let alone for a child to see it first-hand.

“We managed to stabilise his condition, we also found out that he did it by breaking the drinking glass on his bedside… but that’s not where it ends.”

Cale and Raon stiffen at the news, only knowing about the news of Venion’s critical condition.

“Did he try again…?”

“No, young master, he hasn’t even woken up yet. We made him wore a magic bracelet that would keep track of his consciousness.”

Then what was the problem? Isn’t everything fine now unless Venion Stan’s health somehow becomes critical again?

Seeing the confused look on Cale’s face, Taylor further explained the situation.

“We are confused too, because later in the afternoon, my dongsaeng disappeared. But the bracelet showed no signs of being removed, nor did it alert us that he woke up.”

Distress became more evident in Taylor’s face as he explained. The news also further shocked the human and dragon combo. Just how and why did Venion disappear?

“Human, we have to look for him! He's unconscious and alone!”

“Wait.”

Cale spoke, making the two look at him.

“First, is there any possibility that he found a way to bypass the bracelet?”

Taylor thought about it for a second before speaking.

“It’s pretty strong as Cage made it and is monitoring it personally, so…”

“Ah…”

“Yes…”

Silence befalls all of them. This seems to be a very tricky case, no one knows where to even start.

“My men are discreetly looking for him, but there’s no progress yet.”

“...I’ll also keep an eye out.”

“Thank you so much, Young Master Cale.”

As soon as the call disconnected, Cale couldn’t help but slouch and sigh deeply.

“Haaaa”

Just what could’ve happened to Venion Stan?

Is this related to the plot he was talking about? Is the universe, or maybe even the gods, making Vention pay for deviating from the novel?

Cale doesn’t pity him.

Cale can’t pity him. His a grown man who doesn’t need Cale’s concerns.

No matter how child-like he seems to Cale—even if the redhead won’t admit it—Cale won't pity Venion Stan.

‘But if I don’t do anything and something happens to Venion, Raon might destroy a country…’

Just the mere thought of the toddler going on a rampage was enough to send a chill down Cale’s spine. He really needs to find Venion before that happens.

As if sensing Cale Henituse’s distress, Ron knocks on his door, stating that he bought lemon tea.

“Ron, scatter your people. Tell them to look for Venion Stan discreetly.”

The attendant looked like he had a lot of questions, but dared not voice them after seeing the distressed look on his young master's face.

“I'll inform them, young master.”

Cale has his people stationed all over this world and the next, surely they'll be able to find Venion on time.

…Right?

* * *

Surprisingly, that usual heaviness in your body was gone when you woke up this time. You could even say that you felt oddly refreshed. It's a feeling you haven't experienced during the summer break. 

You actually felt so light and refreshed that you didn't notice how you weren't in your apartment at first. But soon enough, you noticed that the bed you are in seems softer than usual. The mattress doesn't feel like something a broke uni student can afford.

“Wha- where..?”

The realisation of not being in the comfort of your home broke your dream-like trance. You looked around for clues to determine where you might be.

‘Did I get kidnapped? I’m not worth the ransom money though… Plus, if I was kidnapped, then the kidnapper is certainly richer than me.’

So why would you get kidnapped? But at the same time, there's no other explanation you could think of to justify the sudden change in setting.

‘I haven't drunk alcohol in 2 months, so I was certainly NOT drunk last night.’

After looking around for a while, you found a fancy vanity table against the wall. You got up from the cosy bed to try and inspect it. The colour was gold and certainly looked expensive.

For a moment, the possibility of being kidnapped by a rich mafia boss who's obsessed with you crossed your mind. Because all the items in the room look too high-class.

‘No, I'm too antisocial to even try and catch something like…’

“What the actual fuck???”

You couldn't help but trail off your thoughts and curse out loud as you look at your reflection in the mirror. At first, you just wanted to inspect the drawers of the vanity, hoping to find some clue as to where you were. But instead, you saw how you totally don't look like yourself.

Smooshing and pinching your facial features, you could see the mirror in front of you do the same, confirming that you are indeed looking at yourself.

“Isn't this Venion Stan from the novel I read a few months ago?”

You asked yourself as you observed the mirror reflecting you, pinching and pulling your own cheeks. Your brand-new pale white face with blonde hair staring back at you 

As you further observe your new body in the mirror you couldn't help but notice some differences from the Venion Stan you knew. First was that he was skinnier than how he was drawn in the manhwa. He already had a lanky build from what you read, but he's even skinnier than that. 

The second thing you noticed was how long his hair was. In the manhwa, you recall Venion having above-the-shoulder blonde hair. However, the reflection staring back at you has hair that reaches past the armpits.

‘His pretty… too bad his trash.’

Having had enough of pulling your reddened cheeks, you decided to explore your new vicinity, surprisingly adapting well to the fact that you transmigrated.

The house was small but certainly luxurious. It was just enough for one noble to reside in. You got the idea that it must be some kind of vacation house, the more you see the interior.

While walking towards the front door, you suddenly had a realisation. Venion might look different because it's been a while since the part of him being captured by Taylor Stan.

Then is this house not a vacation house, but something used to house-arrest Venion instead?

“Even if this is prison for that guy, this is practically a mansion for someone like me. I have no reason to complain.”

You don't have to get involved in the plot, and you get to have this fancy house to yourself? It can't get any better than this. Sure, it might be small for noble standards, but for an ordinary, modern person like you? This place was better than anything on the housing market.

Finally, you reached the front door. As you push the doors open, lush, green grass greeted you. Nature said hello with a gush of wind that refreshed you from all the thinking you’ve been doing.

As you step out, it looks like this house was built in the middle of the forest. The perfect place for people who like peace and quiet.

It’s perfect.

This is actually really perfect.

You’re sure Cale and his group can handle bringing world peace to this world. It also looks like Venion’s part in the story is done. There’s absolutely nothing left for you to do other than sit back and enjoy this simple life given to you.

‘If they come to visit, I’ll just pretend to be insane, that should be easy enough.’

Is what you thought to yourself.

“Did you know how worried I was?! Why didn’t you even try to go home?!”

…Wasn’t Venion Stan on house arrest? So why is Taylor Stan on your front door frantically looking for you like you’re a naughty child that ran away from home? You thought they just didn’t care about you anymore, that’s why they didn’t visit for months. But it turns out that you were actually missing? 

Just what is going on?

To know what happened, we must first travel back to the time when you first woke up in that house.

Cage was actually in the Super Rock Villa at the time of the incident. She had a momentary break and decided to visit and see how Cale was doing as well as give updates about the search in person. The excommunicated priestess had seen how worried the young master was about you and thought it would be better to update him in person.

Well, it was actually Raon who was worried, but Cage digressed.

The moment the two are speaking to each other, the bracelet Cage was wearing suddenly emitted a faint, yellow light, surprising both of them.

“Is that..?”

Cale asked, to which Cage softly nodded.

“Yes, I have to go back and inform everyone of what happened.”

“Please do that, I’ll also inform Ron and the others.”

With that, their conversation was cut short as both went their separate ways to alert their respective people.

“Human! I think I know where he is. I need to go to him and check if he's there!”

Raon dashed over to Cale as soon as the redhead entered the room. The toddler is restless, already preparing a magic circle to go to you at any given moment now. 

“Slow down and explain.”

Cale got hold of his child, who was flying in circles, as he was starting to get dizzy from watching. Raon complied and stayed put before starting to explain.

“The kind grandma who wears her hair in a bun! I remember Venion talking to her about building a rest house before. He might be there, and that grandma is the only one who knows the location!”

That grandma in question is actually spending a sound retirement with her family. Venion’s older brother, Taylor Stan, gave her money and house last year as Venion’s birthday gift since the younger man wouldn’t accept any other gift Taylor had.

Wasting no time, Cale informed Ron of what happened before they set off to that grandma’s house in order to know if Venion really had a secret rest house.

“Oh dear,  is that so..? He has a house in a forest near Ten Finger Mountains that I still sometimes go to to maintain. I haven’t gone there this month to clean. Usually, I would not give the address even to Master Taylor, but I’ll give it to you since Venion says he trusts you and this is an emergency.”

Cale Henituse’s face soured for a moment. First of all, when did Venion say that? And second, he thought this grandma was retired? Why is she still working for Venion when she should be spending it with her grandchildren?

“Don’t look at this old woman like that.”

The grandmother laughed as she handed him a piece of paper containing the coordinates of the house.

“The young master told me countless times not to go there anymore. But like you, I’ve also grown fond of that child, he’s also like one of my grandchildren. Plus, the nature there is good for this old body of mine.”

Cale’s face soured even more at her words. He is NOT fond of Venion Stan in any way, shape, or form.

‘I have no reason to be emotionally attached to such a guy. I’m just doing this to prevent Raon from throwing a tantrum.’

Cale and his group thanked the old lady before going back to the underground villa to plan their next move.

* * * 

“He’s there… human, his actually there!”

Raon shouted in Cale’s mind as they saw your silhouette from a distance. It was just the two with Ron visiting the rest house, where you are currently residing. The three of them teleported a few feet away from the house in order to prepare for whatever might be waiting for them.

Well, they just didn’t expect to see you have such a serene look on your face.

Your face looks peaceful, free of worries even. A look Raon has never seen on your face. It’s also something Cale had never read back when he was reading TBoaH.

“Something’s wrong, human! But I think it’s a good kind of wrong?”

Raon questioned, to which Cale nodded along. Something is definitely amiss. The Venion Stan Cale knows wouldn’t be able to get over the trauma you’ve been through like some amnesiac…

…

Wait…

Could it be..?

“Ron.”

“Yes, young master?”

“Approach Venion and pretend that you’re a lost old man wandering the woods.”

“Of course, young master.”

Raon and Cale watched from a listening distance as Ron approached you, whose tending to the flowers in the mini garden in front of the house. Your hair was tied in a half-bun, exposing your forehead. There’s also dirt on the cuffs of your sleeves as proof that you were taking care of the flowers before the assassin interrupted.

“Excuse me, young sir, could you perhaps tell me where we are? I was travelling with my young master, and we got lost with no means to go back to our inn.”

Cale could see a look of recognition pass your eyes as Ron smiled benignly at you.

‘Was I wrong..?’

The redhead had a moment of doubt, perhaps you actually found a way to get over your trauma? But if you did, then why would you run away? Assuming that you ran away at least. 

“Uh… uhm… actually I…”

You stuttered, internally panicking for a variety of reasons.

Why is Cale’s servant, who's actually an assassin in disguise?

Is Cale also here?

Are they actually lost?

Are they here to get more revenge?

How are you going to tell them that you actually don’t know anything, let alone where you are?

“Are you perhaps hesitant to talk to me because I’m a stranger? I’m sorry for that. My name is Ron Molan, and I serve the Henituse household. To be specific, I am currently serving Young Master Cale Henituse.”

Ron made an excuse for you to which you graciously accepted.

“Ah yes, that’s part of it… But it’s also because I don’t know where we are… You see, I don’t really remember anything? I just woke up here one day with no recollection whatsoever. I’m sorry that I can’t be of help in getting out of here, but my house has some spare bedrooms that I can lend to your party as you try and figure out how to get out of here.”

You decided to tell Ron the truth as you figured they are not here to get more revenge, at least.

‘This is their scamming approach, so I should be fine. I don’t have any powers or knowledge that would help Cale save the world anyway.’

With that conviction, you truthfully explained the situation to the assassin as you don’t have much of a choice anyway.

“Is that so, then we’ll take you up on your kind offer. I shall go fetch my young master”

Just as Ron was about to turn around, Raon spoke in his head.

“Lemonade Gramps! The weak human said it’s okay to tell Venion that the great and mighty me is here!”

“Oh, and please do keep this a secret, but we have a great and mighty dragon with us.”

Ron smiled benignly once more before turning around to where Cale and Raon were. Leaving you confused by the bombshell information you just received.

‘...Did I assess the situation wrong? They don’t disclose that information just to anyone, right?’

* * *

“I’ll entrust my brother to you then, young master. Please take care, and I’ll try to go there as soon as I can.”

Taylor’s words went in Raon’s one ear and out the other. It has been a few hours since they entered your house, and Raon has been in a dazed ever since. The toddler just can’t believe his seeing you act so lively… smile so freely.  

Raon had only seen such things in his dreams.

It’s a shame that you can’t remember anything, but on the other hand, he was also glad you had no recollection of what happened. Raon doesn’t think he would get the chance to see you so content if you still have your memories intact.

The black dragon was so out of it the whole day. Sure, he still performed his tasks well, but everyone could tell how he was constantly in a daze. Looking at everything as if it were his first time seeing the world once more. 

He also seemed to cling more to you, cuddling you up every chance he gets, instead of sticking close to Cale as he normally would. The toddler’s actions confused you, made you wonder what happened in the past that made Raon act so close with the person who was his supposed torturer.

Of course, you weren’t aware, but this is just Raon giving you all the affection he had been holding out on before. The you before Raon could see looked so fragile that he was even scared of touching you the wrong way. Fearing that one wrong touch would make you disappear forever.

And after seeing your pale skin and bloody arm as healers worked hard to revive you a few months ago?

Yeah, Raon is definitely not letting go of you anytime soon.

Honestly, it’s not just Raon acting like this. You can’t tell as they hide it better, but Cale and Ron also seem to be on guard. Not the type of guard that is on edge, but rather protective.

It’s especially apparent when you try cooking dinner. The moment you tried to pull out a knife, Ron was by your side, insisting that it’s a servant's job to do such things. That was the worst case, though, for most of the time, the two opted to observe you, making sure that you would not revert to your old mental state.

Finally, after a few more exchanged words, the call between Cale and Taylor ended, and Raon could lift the soundproof barrier he had placed to prevent you from hearing their conversation. They plan on slowly breaking the news to you tomorrow to give you time to prepare for Taylor’s arrival. They also plan to make Cage go first, acting as if she will be the one to inform Taylor of your existence after “miraculously finding a way to contact Cale”.

Raon trusts his weak human’s plan. Cale had never conjured up a plan that didn’t work. Sure, the toddler hates it when their plans end up making their human cough up blood or pass out, but never once had their plans failed badly before.

With that peace of mind, Raon was about to fall asleep when he suddenly heard a small whimper.

It seems to be coming from your room.

“Human, Venion is crying…”

At once, Cale and Raon went to your room. However, your bedroom door was already open once they arrived.

Ron, fast as ever, was already tending to you.

“It seems to be a nightmare, young master.”

The servant said as he wiped the tears from your eyes. Ron held no affection for you in particular. There’s no reason for him to have one. Although you did remind him of his son when they first ran away to the Henituse territory.

But that’s a different matter.

“Or perhaps memories.”

Cale spoke as he and Raon walked closer to your bed. As they did, they could hear your soft whimpers of “Don’t” and “I’m tired”. Raon couldn’t help but tear up a little as he looked at your state.

“Human, does this mean his going to remember? Maybe showing up was a mistake… what if we made him remember those bad memories?”

Raon cried as he lay down beside you, using his paws to wipe the continuous tears flowing down your cheeks. 

“I’m not sure. Let’s observe how he does tomorrow.”

Cale answered honestly, a bit at a loss on how he should proceed.

But it’s not like they can do much if you really do remember.

Thankfully, you continued to act happy and lively the next morning.

“Did you sleep well?”

Cale casually asked you as Ron served breakfast.

“I did, I’ve always slept well since being here! Maybe it’s the nature surrounding us, but I’ve never felt this relaxed before. Hmm, though I think I had a dream? I never seem to remember my dreams these days, though.”

‘He subconsciously remembers… we need to be careful not to make him fully remember just yet.’

Cale thought to himself as he chose his next words carefully.

“So we managed to contact someone last night.”

“Really?”

You beamed at him, genuinely happy that you’ll soon find out where you are.

“Mhm, it’s a priestess named Cage. She’s coming here tomorrow to get us.”

Cale and Raon gauged your reaction; you seem to be doing well, so the redhead continued speaking.

“You actually know her. She’s a friend of your brother.”

“Oh you mean Taylor Stan? The one you told me about?”

The redhead hummed affirmatively as he continued to eat his breakfast. From the kitchen, he could see Ron staying alert as well, ready for anything that could possibly happen in case you remembered something.

“There’s a chance she already told your brother about you, so there’s a chance he’ll follow here after her.”

If you’re being honest, the thought of meeting Taylor Stan scares you. He was lenient to Venion in the novel, but he may still harbour some ill will becuase of all the things the original Venion Stan did.

But for some reason, you don’t think that will happen.

On the contrary, the mere thought of him brings you a sense of comfort. Like a long-lost hyung you haven’t seen for a long time.

Weird… but maybe the original Venion Stan had some lingering brotherly feelings for Taylor?

‘What kind of loving brother incapacitates their hyung though?’

* * *

And that now brings us back to the current situation.

“Did you know how worried I was?! Why didn’t you even try to go home?!”

Taylor Stan couldn’t help but hug you tightly the moment you opened the door. You think a lone tear or two landed on your shoulder, but you’re unsure.

“I didn’t want to risk getting lost…”

You tried to reason helplessly as everyone else inside the house went out to the front porch to greet the marquis. All of you talked for a few minutes before going back to your respective homes. Of course, Taylor promised you that you could go back to this house anytime you want.

Life with Taylor is comfortable, cushy even. You’re supposed to be a convicted criminal, but he spoils you so much.

“Yeah, you’re actually serving your sentence right now. Your punishment is house arrest, and since you ran away from home, your sentence has been extended.”

Taylor smiled at you, and you could only look confused at his logic.

Well, it’s not like you can contest the marquis’ words. Plus, everything works out well for you.

* * *

“...Can I call you hyung?”

You suddenly spoke as the two of you were eating dinner. It’s been a month since you returned home, and you’ve been meaning to ask for a week now.

You’re not sure if you have the right to do so, but he really just gives off a comfortable feeling. Unsure why, but his been your safe person ever since you came to this world despite him not being your favourite character when you were reading the novel.

Meanwhile, Taylor is having a hard time keeping a straight face. He feels so giddy, so excited that you asked to call him hyung, as he had to tell you before. If he as being completely honest, he was glad you lost your memories. Sure, you may have a hard time sometimes, but it's miles better than your state months before.

It’s a fact that everyone around you could agree on that you had no clue about.

“Of course you could, you’re my dongsaeng after all.”

A wide smile etched your face at the approval.

“Okay, hyung!”

But then it fell as you remembered something.

“Honestly, I feel bad I can’t remember anything. I seem to have a good relationship with everyone, and I can’t remember a thing…”

“You don’t have to be. You remember what we told you about you suddenly disappearing because of some unknown force when you were sick, right? All of us are just glad you made it back safely.”

Taylor stopped eating for a moment in order to talk to you seriously. He does not want to see you spiralling into any kind of underserve guilt once more.

Your previous wrecked mental state really took a toll on everyone. 

But that’s now water under the bridge.

Right now, the only thing that matters is the fact that you are happy and smiling.

Taylor Stan couldn’t ask for anything more.

[raynetheinsane]

more thunderbolts (+sam and joauqín apparently) as football fans…

the first time they actually get tickets to a game they end up sitting third row back and being some of the loudest fans in the entire stadium. Their first game is a Falcons v Vikings game for Yelena and John, they get super into it and viewership for both teams spikes a ton (think like when taylor swift and travis kelce started dating so a ton of new people started watching the chiefs)

the only reason they dont have season tickets is because none of them are Jets fans and their schedules are too busy to justify flying out to Atlanta or Minnesota every week

continuing with the tower decorating thing, they all agree on the team they want to win it all once they know whos in the playoffs after wildcard weekend. they then pull out all the stops, decorating the tower in the colors of that team and their logo replaces the A. Betting for what colors the tower will be happens the most frequently before wildcard weekend, but some people place bets during the preseason.

The Avengers doing this was highly scrutinized by fans because they worried that the refs/teams/nfl would rig the games so that the avengers prediction went through. This was disproven though when the team they predicted was out in the first round three years in a row.

They dont redecorate when their team gets out of the playoffs.

Bob once caught the vocal stim of singing that one “cooper dejean is not a safety” song and kept singing it for literal weeks

Joaquín doesn’t really get football, but he wants to keep up with the game so when they have the superbowl party he spends the game asking questions. John gets tired of it almost immediately, Yelena a little after, Sam is annoyed by halftime, Bob loves it tho and answers everything he can

Sam likes football in an “It was always on when I was growing up” kinda way, so he knows the rules and the best players but nothing much more

Yelena does the reverse hurdle on a mission

John listens to the Pat McAfee show religiously

Yelenas first superbowl watch as a football fan almost didnt happen because Val scheduled them for a mission on the same day. John absolutely flipped out. He went off on Valentina so intensely that she moved the mission up a day.

John made it seem like he did it cus he was mad that he wouldnt get to watch it, but John hasnt seen any of them since Lemar died, hasnt been into football since his watchbuddy died. Yelena reignited his love and he was looking forward to spending the day with her and bonding. He saw her face fall when she heard the news and decided “nope wont be having that”

Part of why Yelena loves football so much is that its a place for her to have her own opinions and knowledge about something, its a passion, and she doesnt have many of those so she savors every one. Kinda like how she loved the vest because it was her first peice of clothing she bought for herself rhat wasnt tied to the red room. She loves football because its a passion that has no connection with the red room whatsoever

Yelena and John get “soft” around each other whenever they watch football. They still trade barbs, playfully tease each other, and yell at the screen, but they also talk more, open up more, and bond more over a shared intrest. It starts as little things like anecdotes with childhood stories and becomes a way for them to get to know each other

Bucky has found the duo passed out on top of one another more times than his phone has storage for

[uneatenclient]

murderbot tv show ep 5 reactions/spoilers under cut. i fucking love mb

oh? flashback?

goddddd it said "i'm sorry" before shooting itself last time i'm still soooo

'this thing is heavy' 'IT'S NOT A THING IT'S A PERSON' 'yes i know' ratthi 🤝 arada being firm on mb's personhood even under pressure

omg they're all so worried LITERALLY ALL OF THEM ARE ON THE VERGE OF CRYING

THERE'S TOO PURE ARADA FOR MY BINGO BOARD

holy fucking shit arada lmfao

but ugh. UGH. i don't want her here. the dynamic!! give it back!!

maybe i'll be lucky and it'll show how close they are by comparison? plz

omfg 'not unless you're stupid enough to do the thing you're doing right now. [biggest sigh] idiots'

we're one step closer to 'my idiots' and i cannot fucking wait

uh. guys. maybe. dont?

WHAT

bharadwaj???

not pin-lee and gurathin??? WHY THO

oh jeez

this is such pure corporate indoctrination. presaux just looking at each other like uhhhhhh

i should count how many times mb calls its humans stupid in this ep i think its 3 so far let me look

—

'despite my best efforts'

i'm reacting all over again every time i watch the eps i find something new and great

'fix me? why'd i even bother to shoot myself?'

oh that shot was fucking gross how did i miss that before

GOD THAT ACTRESS DID SOMETHING W ARADA'S VOICE THERE AND IT'S SO FUNNY AND REAL AT THE SAME TIME

yep stupid and then idiots ok 2 so far hello again intro

there's 3

"yeah that was preeetty heroic" i fucking love you mb have i said that recently

oh dear

TERRIBLE SHOW

how does no one know they have faces

HOW IS SHE SO MUCH WORSE THAN THE TEAM SAYING IT HAD A NICE FACE GET ME OUT OF HEEEREEE

also what adult says pee-pee

the fucking expressions on everyone's faces

WHAT

RATTHI

RATTHI OH MY FUCKING GOD

YOU SIGNED THIS THING TODAY?? YESTERDAY???

'okay this part was actually kind of entertaining' it fucking hates relationship drama AND gratitude but humans embarassing themselves? funny

ratthi's fucking forehead bruise

'this secunit it our friend' 'eh. debatable'

oh my god. ratthi with one banger after another this ep lmfaooo

MB PLEASE

i should count the sarcastic bitching as calling them stupid tbh we'd be up to 6 or 7

'oh n— hes gonna do it? he looks way too into this' botfucker confirmed?? ignore me

'nice'

'looking at their hopeful faces, i was glad i didnt murder them' camera/eyes shoot to lbb 'mostly

plz pin gurathing to the wall plz pin gura

ITS CRUCIAL TO MY ENJOYMENT OF THE STORY

the clearing of throat fucking hell

'uh oh' 'UH OH'

PLZ PIN GURATHIN

she agrees with me completely

BHARADWAJ AFTER ALL I DID FOR YOU

'i don't agree with gurathin' 'HA!' help meeee

gurathin's fucking face

SO UNFAIR

SECCY

FUICKING HELP ME

oh?

oh? the scene?

PLEASE

'i don't watch that crap' [deathglare]

OH MY GOD THEY EXPANDED ON IT THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

the scene PLEASE PLEASE

holy fuck

holy fuck that was so fast??

THANK YOU FOR MAKING MB THE BADASS IT SHOULD BE

FUCK I KNEW I COULD TRUST MARTHA WELLS

did it fucking have its energy weapon ready to shoot him?? was that why the thing on its arm glowed yellow???

dude. 'i don't know what i would've done if she hadn't kept it calm' much? you would've fried his fucking brain?? badass tbh you deserve a crash out after living like this so long

sad it didn't add the 'but the others like you, and i like them' bit but i'll get over it

it has to admit it eventually

so completely avoiding eye contact

gurathin is so fed up. this is bringing back so much cr bullshit i can feel it. i bet everyone in the room could feel it. i absolutely get it godddd poor dude

that's the gurathin character arc i want not the fucking. mensah obsession. ugh

he fucking calls her mensah when he's mad but ayda when he's worried

god. mensah saying all that is WAY harder to believe seeing it than it was reading/listening to it. probably because everyone is much less well-behaved in the show

GET EM MB

yeah i fucking bet she was

IT'S EXPRESSING ITS WANTS SO FAST. FUCK YEAH YOU GO MB

gurathin and mb are such two sides of the same coin

you question her so much gura. the same way mb does tbh but it does it internally

oh no

oh no oh no

stop

don't make me watch this

stoppp

at least she's trying?????

LMFAO

NO OH GOD

IT'S FUCKING FACE

NEVER BEEN MORE SCANDALIZED OR HORRIFIED IN ITS EXISTENCE

HORRILIZED

the performance reliability tanking i'm fjkahdjsjdj

'first among the equals' is fascinating

awwww

OH COME ON

absolutely did that on purpose it was so insistent lmfao

the pout and crossed arms

they're so fyucking similar what am i gonna dooo

stop no

don't be weird

ohhhh he's mean he probably likes her less than secunit at this point

i do love him if i ignore the elephant we haven't come back to anyway

omg she's making it deal with family stories and oh nooo she couldn't possibly have a favorite

oh my fuck

'cuz most humans are greedy bastards' THIS BITCH IN ITS REBELLIOUS TEENAGE PHASE ALLOWED TO SAY WHATEVER IT WANTS NOW

I'M FUCKING IN LOVE

AND ALSO IT'S RIGHT

aww. baby's first conversation

gosh. gosh.

interesting. foreshadowing the other beacon drama. if this doesn't turn out worse somehow

.........oh

fucking. OKAY THEN

WHAT THE SHIT

sometimes it feels like they're fucking around with the order of things but it's just that they added in so much kinda similar stuff it's like getting slapped in the face

IN A GOOD WAY

BC WAHT THE FUCK WAS THAT

i hope mensah gets it to talk about gurathin i wanna know what she'd sayyyyy

and my bingo with 1 new star

[socra-time]

Socra’s Naruto Liveblog, Ep. 216-220

(Aka the Village of Artisans mission… and the LAST filler arc of OG Naruto!!!)

Ep 216:

-aw yeah last filler arc!!!

-bruh wtf since when do Kakashi’s dogs literally tunnel out of the ground

-ooh another arc with a mystery, I’m sat

-yippee sand siblings time!!!

-damn Shikamaru really called his future wife “mean and nasty”

-huh Gaara’s voice was weirdly deep when he first started talking. Also I feel bad that no one wanted to be in his training group

-I don’t like Matsuri’s voice

-I actually don’t think Gaara would be very good with weapons, since his fighting style really just involves him standing and letting his sand do its thing

-ooh this villain lady’s voice is kinda hot

-so like is Gaara not the Kazekage yet? Who’s leading the Sand Village?

-yay the genin are all here! Except for Tenten for some reason! But yay!

Ep 217:

-oooh I like the flashbacks to Lee, Kiba, and Shikamaru being saved by Gaara, Kankuro, and Temari (I do think they didn’t need to go on quite so long tho)

-also they had Naruto and Lee both think “Gaara…” and Kiba think “Kankuro…” and it was like…kinda funny how wistful it was

-I like that Ino and Choji backed up Shikamaru’s leadership and reminded Naruto who’s the leader

-oh interesting there’s another wind user

-I still wanna know how much Temari’s fan weighs

-this is really IS just the Sasuke Retrieval Arc but with the Sand-Leaf roles reversed

-Kankuro says the villain guy (who I admittedly thought was a girl) is “just a kid” and even calls him “sonny”, as if Kankuro himself isn’t like 15. Yes I know that this society has different standards of adulthood but like cmon dude

-rip Black Ant

-I still think it’s funny that Gaara’s default battle position is just standing there with his arms crossed

-god Shino’s insects are so useful

-awwwww the animation of Akamaru running is so cute🥺. I’m gonna miss him being a tiny pupper tbh

-it’s interesting that Shikamaru and Ino are paired together as a squad, since neither of them are really combat types and their abilities to immobilize people would both be very helpful when paired with a heavy hitter. I guess Shikamaru’s power is the easiest way to ensure that Ino can pull off her jutsu tho

-Shikamaru using his shadow possession to maneuver Temari’s unconscious body out of the way of an attack was a really unexpected use of his power actually

-I highkey forgot that Kiba and Akamaru can just turn into a giant dog monster

Ep 218:

-Shikamaruuuu pls for the love of god stop being sexist

-also I love Temari’s sass

-oh my god Temari really made fun of Shikamaru for crying over the failure of his first mission as leader and the near-death of his teammates (including his best friend). Like I’m still living for her clapping back at Shikamaru but girl that’s a low fucking blow

-lmao not Ino calling herself a fifth wheel-

-ahhhh Gaara’s so cool

-ngl Kankuro, Choji, and Kiba yelling their attack names was kinda hilarious. It was just like “Man Beast Clone!” “Partial Expansion Jutsu!” “CROW!”

-ah yes of course Gaara has the same water weakness as Crocodile from One Piece. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that

-YESSS LEE WITH THE SAVE

-booooo give Ino stuff to do :((((

-the squads with Temari and Gaara have legit barriers preventing them from being effective and meanwhile the squad with Kankuro is just uncoordinated as fuck

-as usual Akamaru is the MVP of his team

-oh yeah Shikamaru is totally catching feelings for Temari

-aw poor Ino. They better be setting up her feeling useless so that she can have a big useful moment later

-wtf Gaara just fucking JAVELINED A DUDE THROUGH THE HEART

-okay look I love Kankuro’s Iron Maiden move but like… didn’t the enemy dude break the Black Ant???

Ep 219:

-these weapons are some bullshit ngl

-it’s really weird seeing Gaara fight with kunai

-time for Naruto to Naruto all over the place

-still really don’t like Matsuri’s voice

-goddamn they’re sending Kakashi AND Jiraiya? This “Ultimate Tool” better be really fucking threatening

-poor Gaara:(

-I don’t really like this new enemy dude’s voice either

-Naruto maybe instead of trying to break Gaara’s cage with your bare hands you should, I dunno, try to hit it with a rasengan?

-oh my god Matsuri’s voice is so annoying. I think I don’t like it because it sounds almost TOO cartoony?

Ep 220:

-welp this is it. The last OG Naruto episode. Damn now I’m sad

-this is so unrelated to anything but I like Temari’s sash

-I love Temari being noticeably taller than Shikamaru

-lmao not the flashback to Naruto worming his way towards Gaara after their fight-

-ah yes, overcoming the demon inside you with the power of love

-okay I wanna see Gaara pop off now

-yep he’s popping off

-wow Gaara really likes his javelin attacks huh

-soooo that was easier than I thought it would be. I’m glad they’re not nerfing Gaara tho

-aw Gaara is still so short

-“Terrific. Another Naruto fan.” Shikamaru is so funny lol

-okay so Ino’s self-doubt was the setup for her becoming a medical ninja! I don’t mind that. Sakura was so smug about it tho

-(anyways I have thoughts about the medical ninja thing that I’ll maybe make a post about at some point. Hot take maybe but I think Shikamaru should have been the medical ninja on their team)

-I like that Tenten is annoyed she wasn’t taken on the mission

-AW NARUTO EATING RAMEN WITH IRUKA BEFORE HE LEAVES<3

-I wish we got Kakashi’s thoughts on Naruto leaving too

…well, that’s the end of my OG Naruto liveblog! I’ll be liveblogging Shippuden next, so wish me luck!

[multimockingjay]

Hiii how are u??

Do u mind if I make a lil finnick fic request? :>

Soo, I was watching the 3rd movie and I swearrr, it breaks my heart seeing him so depressed, sooo what if we got lucky and we got out of the arena with him, would his mood be any better with his lover by his side in district 13?? 👀

I just wanna keep him some company:(( he's so sad and aloneee.

And please make it all cute and fluffyyy, I'm a sucker for fluff istg (tho you last fic was soo good the angst was on point and it made me cry so much omg)

Love u pookie, byebyeee♡♡

HII, I'm doing alright how are you? It's so hard watching poor Finnick in Mockingjay (sam claflin, the actor you are) so I hope this is what you were looking for xo :)

In Good Company

Finnick Odair x reader

Summary: He doesn’t miss the world above ground when he has you.

Word Count: .9k

Y/n sat across the table from Finnick in the dim cafeteria, which had mostly emptied out due to it being so late. Finnick had been injured in the arena when the ceiling blew, so he was slow to do things, but it didn’t bother Y/n the slightest. She had been lucky to be far enough away from the tree that she didn’t get caught in the explosion, and she was happy to be his chaperone

“You don’t have to babysit me at every meal, I can eat without supervision,” Finnick grumbled, scooping another spoonful of soup into his mouth.

“We have had nearly every meal together for the past seven years. Why do you suddenly have a problem?” Y/n cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Plus, it’s not like I have anywhere else to go down here.”

“I should have saved them.” This was the third time in the past 48 hours he had brought them up, Peeta and Johanna. He blamed himself for not saving them before the Capitol got them. His head dropped to his hands.

“Will you quit beating yourself up? It makes it hard to stay attracted to you when all you’ve done since coming down here is bathe in your guilt.” She joked, but then switched to a more serious tone. “It’s not your fault, Finn, it isn’t anybody's fault.” She reached across the table, lowering his hands off his face and holding them in hers. “And if they had been killed, we would’ve heard so, there’s hope.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” He turned his head slightly to kiss her knuckles. “I understand how rough it must be to see me like this.”

“Rough doesn’t even begin to cover it. You were more lively in the arena when we thought we were both going to die.” He let out a small laugh at her.

The next few days passed better than usual. Finnick had a little more pep in his step, staying close to Y/n because they only knew each other down there. Other than Katniss and Beetee, everyone was a stranger, but they were trying to make the best of it.

“You’re going to break my legs.” Finnick laughed from his wheelchair. It was the middle of the night, and neither of them could sleep, so Y/n stole him from his room, and they rode around the empty halls.

“I just love pushing you around, honey.” She wheeled him through the corridors, making sound effects around every corner. 

“I can walk just fine.”

“But that’s less fun.” She leaned down, pouting in his peripheral vision. He laughed, trying to cover it as a scoff. “You can admit you’re having a little fun; this is better than rotting in a bed you can’t sleep in.”

“I can agree this is better than that.” He reached the wheels spinning the chair around to face her, grabbed her waist gently, coaxing her into his lap, and continued down the hall. “Maybe I just needed you to join me though.”

Every night they couldn’t sleep they found some other adventure to get stuck in. Everything from exploring where they keep their weapons to finding the food stash and taking the good stuff, it was the small things that kept them afloat in the vast sea of suffering surrounding them. They had each other to make sure the smile never faded beyond repair.

“I want to ask President Coin if we can go above ground. There's no light above ground, so we should be able to watch a real sunset. Oh! Or maybe we star gaze?” Y/n just talked, shoveling her dinner into her mouth. She and Finnick sat alone at a small table while life bustled around them.

Finnick just stared at her with adoration; he was so entranced with her in any situation, his love could find something to look forward to. It was one of the many things he loved most about her; sometimes, he’d slip into a bad place, and she would be the only person to pull him out.

“That would be nice.” He replied softly.

“You are healed enough to climb up there right?” She looked up at him making sure.

“Yeah, I should be good.”

“Amazing, maybe after this I’ll go find Katniss and see if she can get me in with madame.”

Without fault, she did; three days later, Y/n was opening the hatch to the outside world.

“Never thought I would miss fresh air.” She said, helping Finnick out into the fading light. “Let’s hurry so we can catch the sunset.” She walked quickly out, trying to find a clearing in the trees, when she did in fact stumble upon it, the perfect place. Like it was meant for them, she and Finnick stood on the edge of a cliff facing west as the sun danced on the horizon. She beamed, clearly happy with the place she found. 

“You got it?” Finnick asked, watching Y/n pull out a large blanket and unfold it on the patch of grass.

“Yep,” She stood up looking at him and gesturing to the blanket silently asking if he liked the spot as much as she did.

“Perfect.” He sat down first, leaning back on his hands. Y/n sat down next to him and stretched her neck up to kiss him before turning her head to rest it on his shoulder. He stared down at her like he was memorizing every shade of color in her eyes as the setting sun perfectly framed her. He couldn’t imagine the world without her; she was his world.

“The view is breathtaking,” She murmured after a long period of quiet.”

“It really is,” He cooed back, never taking his eyes off her.

[wandering-free-and-queer]

Went on a huge witch/craft supplies run yesterday, spent a fuck ton of money more than I wanted, but I thing it's worth it. I got refills on a bunch of the stuff I've been sharing with kiddo and coworker, I got a book on mermaid magic that looked hella cool, four more oracle decks including three of the Seasons of the Witch decks (Beltane, Litha, and Mabon!), hubby managed to surprise me by sneaking these gorgeous tree of life notebooks into our cart when I wasn't looking, I got a few more notebooks myself in a different store (those were for a good cause and I can't resist notebooks lol), and there were two copies of Cunninghams Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs so I grabbed them both, one for Kiddo and one for Coworker.

Next step in kiddos present is gonna be Grovedaughter Witchery by @breelandwalker and herbs out the ass lol. They already have the crystals I could share, and I've gotten them a pendulum and a tarot deck.

(Sorry if I get overly emotional about Kiddo this week y'all, they turn 18 on Wednesday and I'm having some very strong emotions about it...)

[sodapopbuoy]

DAY 3 OF @jonmartinweek !!!! Recordings & Found Footage :] first time trying to actually finish something with these 2 digitally AND IM STILL RUMINATING ON THEIR DESIGNS AGH !!! wanted to jump in as soon as possible because i completely missed the first 2 days !!!!!

[kyurochurro]

❄️ "say father, it's getting to be a little cold. how's about huddling together to keep warm?"

[omaano]

Love is stored in meticulously skinning an orange for your partner, peel, white pith and seeds and all.

So the reason behind the oranges and the orange blossoms: it's this post. I haven't been normal since I've read it okay? I'm feeling so so normal about it, I swear.

Ashe and Toast belong to @synthwavecryptid for whom @discopartydruid commissioned me to draw this pair of portraits as a little pick-me-up (or rather pick you up, if you will ;)). I hope this drawing will do its job - not least of all because I certainly had one hell of a time making it 🧡💛

[gangst3rswife]

Currently stressing cause wdym it's almost lando's first win anniversary??

Stressing cause I'm so sure that people will have something to say if he doesn't win this one. cause people are mean and in love with their keyboards. (Then again people will say something regardless of if he wins or not 🙄)

stressing cause imagine the pressure he must be feeling rn. Stressing cause last weekend his strong start was cut short in Q3,, so I'm worried Abt his headspace rn but desperately hoping he's in a good headspace. Ik he has what it takes to move on but stillllll . I swear,, don't want him to have to deal with a loss on top of all the hate he's getting (plus he deserves the win.)

Go Landooooo

[yamsgarden]

holy shit time flies...

[catlover4536]

Coming here to say masc presenting Julie is one of my favorite Julie ideas out there and that, of course, I needed to make a femme presenting Frank to compliment @cyanwyrmy and their wonderful Julie!

[unfinishedslurs]

every robin gets a freebie

reverse robins in the aftermath of the death of filipe garzonas

A CD was in the mail within the next week, blank but for a note that slipped out when the envelope was opened. You should really trust in your birds more often, B. Learn from your mistakes for once. 

Jason felt bile in his throat. It was body cam footage, blurry and half obscured, of Robin and Garzonas on the roof. Footage that still clearly showed Garzonas taking a too-far step back, Robin lunging to reach him, and then…

But that’s not what happened, Jason doesn’t say. His tongue feels swollen and thick in his mouth. 

Batman takes off the cowl solemnly. “Jaylad,” he says. “Jason. I’m so sorry for doubting you. I never should have…”

He can’t be here anymore. He can’t be in this cave, can’t stand Bruce looking at him like that, can’t stand to even be in the vicinity of the Robin uniform he no longer deserves. 

He bolts for the exit.

“Jason!” he hears Bruce call, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t. Not even when he nearly runs into Alfred, not when Damian tries to grasp his arm, not when Duke asks him what’s wrong or when Tim yelps in surprise and drops his cane jumping out of the way. He just runs, out the manor door and into the night. 

For a split second the figure on the roof is overlaid with Gloria. Beautiful, resigned Gloria, who was so scared of what Felipe would do to her that she would do anything to stop it. 

Then he blinks, and he’s on the rooftop with the Spoiler. 

“Relax,” Spoiler says, “I’m not gonna jump. I'm only three steps into my five-step plan for world dominance. Can’t leave that unfinished. Imagine the paperwork.”

“I dunno.” Jason’s hands are shaking. “You seem like the kinda freak who would enjoy that.”

Spoiler lowers her mask, and Stephanie Brown smiles at him. 

“How did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“You know.” His voice wavers. “You know. You know what I did. How did you…why did you…what was the reason?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes!”

“Call it tradition then, I guess.” Steph sounds almost amused. “Robin’s flock together.”

“But you don’t like me.”

“Who told you that?”

No one, but she doesn’t exactly go out of her way to talk to Jason. He just kind of assumed. 

Tim’s awkward around him. Sometimes they’re fine, like when he wandered into the library where Jason was and asked if he wanted to get ice cream together. Other times he wouldn’t see him for three weeks. Jason tries not to think about the nights Tim has had dreams that left him cackling loud enough to wake Jason up the couple times he’s stayed the night at the Nest, or the things he heard Tim shout about little birds and broken nests when he was fear gassed. 

It kind of sucks, being your brother's biggest trigger. 

(Those three weeks may be a case of mutual avoidance, but Jason will never admit it.)

When he doesn’t say anything, Steph sighs. “How much do you know about when I was Robin?”

“Uh,” he says, caught off guard, “not much, I guess?” He knows that it was because something was going on with Tim. That’s about it, really. He asked once, when he was still new to Robin and the Manor. He didn’t ask again after he saw the look on Tim’s face. 

“Bruce didn’t really want me. Damian didn’t think I was worthy of the mantle, and took every chance he could to remind me. Tim was pissed at me for it. None of them wanted me there, and I tried so hard to prove them wrong. To be the Robin I knew I could be.”

That…can’t be right. The few times he had asked about Stephanie Brown, Tim had nothing but good words to say. Bruce and Damian spent so much time wallowing in their regrets it was insane. For her to say nobody wanted her there, when her absence was a shadow that followed them constantly around Wayne Manor, was baffling. 

Steph looks down at the helmet in her hands. “All I wanted was their approval, and it made me stupid. I overestimated myself. That’s how you get killed in this game, kid. Don’t get too cocky for your britches, and all that.”

Jason is shaking again by the time they get to the Nest. He hesitates at the window, sending a pleading look to Spoiler that she completely ignores ushering him in. 

Tim spins around in his tricked out gaming chair, frown pulling oddly against the wide scars on his cheeks. He flicks his comm off. “Steph?” Then his eyes found Jason. “Jason! Thank God, we were starting to get worried about you. Duke told everyone to give you space, but…”

His mouth is too dry to say anything in response, so he just shrugs. Tim tilts his head, examining him, before looking at Spoiler questioningly. 

She takes off her mask again, lowering her hood and shaking out her hair. “We need some help,” she explains, and nudges Jason forward. 

He stays stubbornly in his place, head tilted towards the floor. Steph sighs. “If you don’t tell him,” she says, “I will.”

He whips his head around. “You promised!”

“My name is literally The Spoiler.” She bares her teeth at him. “I get that you’re nervous, kid, but I do not have time for this.”

“For what?” Tim says. God, Tim’s going to be like a dog with a bone with this. He’s never met a mystery he didn’t want to solve. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I killed Filipe!” He blurts out and freezes, moving immediately to hide behind Spoiler. She doesn’t let him, grabbing his shoulder and holding him firmly to the spot. 

Tim gapes at him. “You…” he trails off, slowly turning to Steph, who holds his gaze steadily. “The footage?”  

“I have connections.”

“Of course you do.” He rubs a hand over his face. “How are we playing this?

What?

“We keep going along with what’s been presented to him,” Spoiler responds without hesitation. “B’s paranoid, but he’s also the king of denial. There’s no doctoring on the tape itself, he won’t look any deeper.”

“And Damian?”

“Like he gives a shit.”

“True,” he admits. “Duke wouldn’t care enough to check either way, so that just leaves Cass.”

Steph swears. “Fuck, Cass. Do you think she’ll say something?”

“Yes. Ugh, yes she will. Fuck.”

“Think you can talk some sense into her?”

“Maybe.” He squints at Jason. “I’ll probably play up the ‘ridden by guilt’ and ‘will never happen again’ angle. He definitely reads it.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Jason finally says, lungs fighting for air. “I—I killed someone!”

“Not according to Bruce, you didn’t.” Tim tells him. 

“You want me to lie?”

“Yes.”

He looks at Steph imploringly, begging her to explain, but she doesn’t even look at him. “Chill out, kid,” she says, “We all get a freebie.”

“Damian got more than a freebie,” Tim points out. 

“He’d tell you it was his right as the blood son.”

“Stop joking!” He shouts, chest heaving for air. “Just—stop it! Why aren’t you telling Bruce? Why are you making plans to lie to him? What’s wrong with you?”

Tim exchanges a heavy look at Steph, before reaching his hand out to Jason. Jason takes it, trembling. 

“Plenty of vigilantes have to make hard choices when it comes to stopping people the law can’t touch,” he tells Jason gently. “I work with people who all choose different things. When it comes to people like Garzonas, who will keep doing it over and over with no remorse…it’s not a method I recommend, but sometimes there’s only one way to stop them. If Robin made that choice, I wouldn’t blame him.”

He can’t stop the tears from welling in his eyes, because this is Tim Drake saying it. Damian was the first Robin, yeah, and Steph left her undeniable mark with her cheer and wit, but Tim wore the mantle twice. He made it into something new, something a bit brighter in the dark nights. Then, after Steph, he made it into a memory. Bright yellow for her hair. Red for Superboy. Even after they both came back Jason wore their colors, because Robin was persistence, and spirit, and clever words followed by hard punches, and bravery and a million other things, but it was also hope and love and remembrance for the lost. 

He wouldn’t forget that. “Why are you so okay with this?”

“You know I’ve had to make that choice too.”

Jason almost laughs, but refrains. He’s heard the stories. “Never sounded like much of a choice.”

“It was.” His eyes snap to Tim’s at the sudden edge to his voice, and Tim meets his eyes carefully. “I was fully aware of what I was doing. It’s not something I’ll ever do again, but it was my choice, and I won’t have that taken from me.” 

“I don’t think I can be Robin anymore.”

“Well, we all have to give it up sometimes.”

“Are we really doing this?” Tim asks, after he thinks Jason has fallen asleep. 

Jokes on him, Jason doesn’t think he’s gonna sleep ever again. 

“Are you seriously getting cold feet now? I thought you loved lying to Bruce.”

“I don’t love lying to Bruce, it’s just—“

“‘—necessary sometimes,’” she finishes. “Whatever. Like you don’t love the thrill of it.”

Tim doesn’t bother denying it. “This isn’t just lying to B, Steph. This is—are we really going to cover up a murder?”

The room drops ten degrees. 

“If you’re not going to back me on this, we can go somewhere else. Don’t want you getting your hands dirty or anything,” she sneers. 

“You know I’ve always got your back,” Tim says. Jason thinks back to what Spoiler told him earlier about her time as Robin, and wonders if that might not be as irrefutable a truth as he’d always thought it was. “I’m worried about Jason.”

“You wouldn’t need to be if you would just help him out—“

“You saw him. The kid looks like a ghost. He looks like I did. Don’t—no, Steph, I’m serious. I’m worried about him. At least I didn’t have to hide that I killed the Joker. You think keeping this bottled up will be good for him? It’s going to kill him.”

“The alternative is telling Batman that his precious Robin killed someone. You remember how that went last time?”

There’s a long pause, and then he hears Tim hiss an exhalation behind clenched teeth. “Don’t bring that into this. Jason’s not me.”

“That’s the fucking problem. You were his golden boy—“

“Seriously? You think I was the golden boy?”

“I’m hardly his favorite,” Tim scoffs. “Jason is.”

There’s a shocked silence. Then Stephanie scoffs. “You can’t seriously be jealous.“

“I’m trying to tell you it’ll be different from me. Have you seen him with Jason?” He waits, but Steph doesn’t answer. “He laughs. He laughs, he smiles, he’s fucking…happy. Jason makes him happy. I never did that. None of us ever—“

“Jesus, Tim,” Steph says roughly. “You made him plenty happy. Damian, Cass, Duke, you all make him laugh—“

“Not like Jason does.”

“You willing to risk the kid on that?”

A beat, and Tim sighs. “No. But it’s different now. Jason has us. All of us. It wouldn’t be like last time.”

“Jason’s not me.” He pauses, almost like he’s debating what he’ll say next, before he says, “He’s not you, either.”

Steph stays silent for so long Jason wonders if she climbed out the window and left. 

Finally, she exhales. “He’s not you, and he’s not me,” she agrees, “but Bruce is always going to be Bruce.”

They sit in silence for a long moment. Finally Steph speaks up. “Are you really jealous of him?”

“No, Steph. Jesus.”

“You’re such a liar.” It’s affectionate this time, though, clearly poking fun. 

Tim sighs, heavier than the teasing warrants. “It’s not him. It’s not him, and it’s not you, I just…I was never able to give up Robin on my own terms. I never…I never got to feel like I was putting it down. It never stopped feeling like—“

Stephanie doesn’t say anything. Eventually, one of the chairs slides back, and Jason hears a cane clacking on the ground. A cabinet opens. “Did you want coffee?”

“What happened to those awful sodas you were addicted to?”

“I assumed you wouldn’t want one,” Tim responds, voice dry. There’s no indication of their discussion in either of their tones. “Considering the first thing you ever did in this apartment was go through all my stuff and make fun of my taste.”

“Fuck it. I’m feeling abominable tonight, I should have something to fit the mood.”

“Shut up.” The fridge opens and shuts, and there’s a quiet thunk like a hand catching something out of midair. Then two drinks crack open. 

“God, I forgot how awful these were.”

(some undetermined amount of time later)

Bruce: Dick you can’t kill Tony Zucco. Batman and Robin do not kill.

Dick: Steph said Robin gets a freebie >:(

Bruce: 

Bruce:

Bruce: STEPHANIE-