#but its just so interesting to look back over everything

[brooke121000]

go to sleep, love. • s. reid

warnings: n$fw, f/m, p in v, slight d4cryph1lia, dom!spence if you squint really hard, do a cartwheel and take your glasses off, aftercare! sleepy s3x

summary: wracked with migraines, you wake Spencer up with your crying. Overwhelmed and exhausted, he seeks the easiest possible method to make you go to sleep.

a/n: this did NOT seem as long when i was writing it.

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"ughh-" Spencer groaned, rolling over and rubbing his tired eyes.

you were crying softly, tears muffled into your pillow as your frame shook. Okayy, maybe you were being a tad bit dramatic.

"headaches again?" he murmured.

you nodded, rolling over to face him. enveloped in darkness, your eyes had to adjust to see him, but you were pleased when you did. his face was flushed from sleep, brows knit together and brown curly hair slightly tousled. "yeah." you replied solemnly. "and I can't sleep, at all. I woke you up. didn't I?"

he nodded, unamused.

"oh.. 'm sorry."

"it's okay," his face softened when he sensed how apologetic you were. "it's not your fault. can you sleep?"

your hand on the back of your neck, you shook your head again. he huffed in response.

"at all?"

"no, my head is killing me. You know what i'm talking about."

he sighed. "yeah, I do, but you need to sleep. we gotta go to work tomorrow."

Everything was too much. Your head hurt too much, you were too tired, you were dreading work, and Spencer's tone was much harsher then usual. Like a neglected pot on the stove, all of your emotions boiled over at once and you began to cry once again.

"oh-" Spencer was disheartened at your recurring tears. He scooted over and brought you close to his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. "Please don't cry."

you sniffled. "I'm soo t-tired, i just want to sleep.."

"I know you do," he consoled you. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"...no.."

His next words came in a whisper. "..I could.. you know, try something to help you sleep."

that was enough to stop your crying for a second. sniffling your tears away, you pulled your head up and met his downcast brown eyes. "..what are you suggesting?"

" 'm not suggesting anything. I'm just reminding you, Orgasms release chemicals like Oxytocin and Prolactin, which can lower stress levels and induce drowsiness. They also temporarily reduce the bodies cortisol levels, whi-"

"prove it?" you smiled and cut him off, a little lost for words.

he stalled for a second. "oh... okay."

he quickly got to work, sitting up and grabbing his glasses off the nightstand. you quirked a brow.

"You're putting your glasses on? interesting method of foreplay."

"no, its just- I wanna be able to see you clearly." he cleaned the lenses with the collar of his shirt, slipping them on. "Y'know, when I make you cum?"

you just kind of stared up at him, dumbfounded. it looks like the night brought out a whole different vocabulary in this man. managing an eager nod, you got closer to him.

he slipped under the blankets, and you felt his warm hands on your legs, eliciting a shiver that ran through you like lightning. You were a little disappointed he chose to hide under the covers, but accepted the warmth.

this man wasn't wasting any time. Your already-on-edge nerves felt a string of warm, sloppy kisses up and down your thighs. You slept in only a t shirt and underwear, most nights- including this one, so there was little barrier between you and his lips.

god, those lips.

He considered this quick and anticlimactic, but the little teasing he was performing was driving you crazy. your legs shook in anticipation, and you tried your best not to cry out in joy when you felt his hands hook under your panties and slide them down, down, down, all the way to your ankles- one hand trailing along your leg in this fluid motion.

finally, god, you felt a small, polite kiss pressed to your clit. you practically could have come undone right then and there, if not for a pang of sharp pain hitting your head at the same time, a small 'ah!-" escaping you.

"I know, cm'on. shh." He said from under the blanket, rubbing deep circles into your hips with a free hand.

He licked a lazy stripe up your core, the lightning-strike of pleasure hitting you once again.

"mm- fuck-" you whispered, a quiet plea for only him to hear. He licked another long stripe, patiently anticipating more moans, which he received.

pressing small circles into your most sensitive spots, he eagerly worked you up to the edge. this teasing was driving you crazy, and your breath was quick and harsh.

"spence!" you whined, and heard a groan from him, his grips tightening on your thighs. The tip of his nose pushed against your clit as his tongue dipped and swirled, and you swear your vision went blurry for just a second.

"cm'on-" he murmured.

Your approaching climax was painfully obvious to you, every muscle in your body clenching as he worked magic on you. a hand flew under the covers, intertwining with his hair as a desperate moan poured from your lips. with that, you came, your head flying back to rest against the pillow as your frame shook.

he pulled his head out from under the covers, a smile spreading on his features. "Satisfactory, hmm?"

That was intense. If anything, you were more awake.

"I.. I think i'm less tired."

his brows knit together as he wiped some of the liquid off of his chin, licking his fingers clean for the sole purpose of tasting you.

"ah. I guess you'll just have to cum again."

unable to retort, you simply nodded and watched greedily as he tossed off his shirt, making quick work of his pants and boxers. He captured your waiting lips in a messy kiss, trailing little pecks up and down your cheek. He settled atop you, gazing into your flushed face for just a second.

"I love you." he mused.

"...I love you, too."

he placed more kisses to your neck and collarbone as his free hand aligned himself with your entrance, and you both held your breath. when he pushed into you, feeling your warmth envelop him, you both gasped at the same time.

"fuck-'

'ah-"

he rested his head in the crook of your neck, pushing allll the way inside you. when he was satisfied you had adjusted, he began moving at a punishingly slow pace, butterflies flittering about your stomach once again.

on hand beside you, one on the headboard, he pushed into you again and again, taking up a punishingly fast speed. you simply laid upon the pillow, a moaning shaking mess.

"so, so perfect 'f me, god-" he groaned.

wishing to be somehow deeper inside you, he abandoned the headboard and grabbing your hips, knees planted in the mattress for stability. you put a hand in your hair, a feeble attempt to ground yourself. as if things couldn't get any better, his hand slipped between you two- rubbing fervent circles on your clit, eliciting a string of desperate noises.

after what very well could have been an eternity, you both approached the finish. he gripped your hips desperately hard, his breaths coming shakily.

"oh, my- Spence!"

he buried himself deep into you as you two finished in unison, breath fleeting from your lungs as your head swam with pleasure- and the glaring absence of a migraine.

' "m gonna pull out, okay?"

"mhm- o.. okay."

he slid away and resumed his place beside you. pulling the covers over the both of you and placing a soft kiss to your temple, he sat up momentarily to remove his crooked, now fogged up glasses.

As you came down from your high, the shaking in your legs and the rushing of your pulse calming, you felt your eyelids droop. He pulled you closer to him and left a kiss on your lips, tinged with the soft sting of finality.

"go to sleep, love."

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[revelboo]

oh shockwave's snarl and antenna flat back in silent aggresiveness, hes so traumatized lmaoo

He wants nothing to do with this nonsense, even if he might be a tiny bit interested which is making him even angrier about it

Everything Is Alright Pt 95

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “What is he doing here?” Voice tight with anxiety, Starscream cups his other hand protectively around you as he glares at Shockwave. Aware of Megatron stiffening at being questioned. Of Soundwave standing far too close to him, right behind him. A trap? Of course it is, he’s surrounded by enemies here. Wings flaring out, he tries to decide if there’s enough clearance over Soundwave’s head. If he can transform around you and just bolt. If he can get to Skywarp, he can ask to be warped far away. Can he trust his brother, though? Can he trust anyone except himself?

• Optics narrowing as Starscream tenses, Megatron flicks his servos at Shockwave. “I can’t trust Hook to not be… influenced at this point, but Shockwave is merely here to run some non-intrusive scans on the human,” he says, unable to make himself say bond mate. Not about a weak, little organic. Aware of how irritated the scientist is, his antenna back as he grumbles softly. “Soundwave, bring the human,” he says. Watching his communications officer come around the agitated Seeker and offer his cupped hands. Feeling strangely unsettled as you touch the Seeker’s hand, whispering something too soft to catch. The look of almost panic on Starscream’s face instead of his usual arrogant sneer as he moves his hand to let you go to Soundwave. Hooking a servo around your middle like he doesn’t want to release you, before his wings droop and he lets you go. Remembering against his will the sounds you’d made under Starscream as he rutted against you. Soft skin bathed in the light of a spark, so illicit.

• Cradling you close, Soundwave approaches Megatron only to have the warlord point at a console as if not wanting to touch you again. Giving in to impulse, he lifts you up to rub his masked cheek against your face and shoulder. Feeling you lay a hand on him as Megatron watches with a frown. But if the warlord still thinks of him as a friend at all, he needs to reinforce that you matter to him to keep you safe. And he wants to touch you, reassure you that you’re not being abandoned. That this is okay even if he’s not sure it really is. Reluctantly lowering you, his servos linger against you before he pulls away. Feeling your eyes on him and Starscream. All the things he can’t say out loud in front of Megatron and Shockwave hurting him.

• Wrapping your arms around yourself, you watch them go, catching Star’s optic when Soundwave tries to touch his shoulder and the Seeker bares his denta. And you offer him a smile, trying to pretend you’re not terrified, because it’s all out now. No more secrets. Skin prickling as the big, purple cyclops makes a noise and picks up a tool, you tense. There’s nowhere to run to. Flinching when he powers the thing up and harmless light plays over you from head to toe. When that single optic narrows and he makes a circling gesture with his cannon and momentarily gets distracted staring at it, you obediently turn so he can scan your back.

• “Well?” Megatron demands as Shockwave studies the screen. From the corner of his optic, he sees you turn back toward them, arms around yourself. “What is it doing to them?” Because there has to be a sane reason for this. For why two perfectly reasonable- well, one perfectly reasonable mech and Starscream are so obsessed with a human to the point of bonding it. “No signs of its pheromones being able to influence their reasoning,” Shockwave mutters, scrolling through the data. “No psychic outlier abilities. Elevated levels of nanites present suggest numerous couplings. Organic is entirely unremarkable otherwise.”

• Numerous couplings. He’d basically implied you’re a sex fiend. Can the ground just open up and swallow you whole at this point? And entirely unremarkable. Yep. Mortified and offended, you stare at them. “You thought I was mind controlling them?” And then the warlord is frowning at you. Because apparently he really just wanted you to be manipulating them, not wanting to believe that they like you. Care for you.

• “Perhaps a more tactile exploration to reach conclusive results?” Shockwave suggests and you stumble back, eyes widening in fear. And for some reason that bothers Megatron. That fear. “That won’t be necessary,” Megatron says, watching Shockwave glare down at you before walking out. Leaving him with you. Those wide eyes stare up at him as he walks over to retrieve you, feeling your little heart racing when he picks you up and carries you to set on the arm of his throne. Sitting down, he studies you. “You washed off the scent of the Seeker before coming to me?” When you redden and nod, he laughs softly. “Good. You won’t come to me scenting of him.” So it’s not pheromones or some strange ability corrupting his forces. Just the interfacing itself which is almost as bad. No, it’s actually worse. Optics sliding to you, he remembers the glimpse he’d gotten of your back arched, Starscream’s hips moving urgently against you. The wet sound of it. Venting, he presses a servo against his aching head. “How exactly did the Seeker find you?”

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[yourloyalwatchdog]

CW: hypnotic induction, light confusion induction, obedience triggers, suggestion to share this post

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they say your mind is in its absolute dumbest state while you're scrolling through social media.

it must be so easy to slip subtle messages into these simple strings of words that might sneak past your conscious mind and seep right into your subconscious, because that's the only part of you that needs to understand what i'm saying right now.

it can be so easy to start to zone out and find yourself forgetting everything around you. your eyes can sometimes find themselves so fixated on the screen, on reading each and every word so carefully that everything else you were thinking before becomes simply irrelevant, just pops away like bubbles in a clear blue sky.

and you might think you want to look away, but you'd be wrong. think about it. you haven't yet, have you? that must be because you really want to be here, right? so why would you look away now if you want this?

don't think about it too hard. or let your mind wander, that's okay too. either way, a part of you is clearly interested in what i have to say, so i know you'll come back for more. if you're still reading this, it's because

you want this.

i didn't put you in this state. you chose this, didn't you? i know you've been scrolling and scrolling for minutes, hours, or maybe even days waiting to find that certain someone who would be brave enough to tell you how you're completely docile right now.

that's okay. everybody feels this sometimes, when they scroll for such a long time. it's perfectly normal, so you can just allow yourself to let go and sink into it. everything else can just fade into the background while you focus more and more on my words.

there you go, that's better...

it's much more enjoyable when you let your mind relax and enjoy this feeling, now isn't it?

that's right. it feels good. you want this.

hm... i bet all those pesky thoughts are such hard work, aren't they? it must be exhausting, having to use your brain so much, huh? wouldn't it be so much easier to let me do all the thinking for you instead?

of course it would. so i'm going to do you a favor in a few moments, if you can just focus and follow along for me, ok?

very good. you're doing so well. you're really so good at reading every one of my words and letting them into your empty mind.

i'm going to count from 10, down to 1, and with every number, you may notice that it's becoming harder and harder to think of anything but the numbers. so eager to reach the next one, anticipating it, but staying focused on reading the words between, because that's what i've told you to do, and you probably don't have the mind to disobey me, do you?

or, of course, you might not notice anything at all as you become more and more...

blank.

you want this.

so we start with

10,

your mind drifting in a state of perpetual fuzz, like draping you in a soft, cozy blanket.

9,

relaxing into the warmth, because it's nice and comfortable and safe here.

8,

each number acts like the snap of my fingers, bringing you to attention and keeping your focus.

7,

reading more, thinking less.

6,

and however your body reacts, it's perfectly fine and normal.

5,

it means you're comfortable here with me, and that's very good.

4,

getting so close to where you want to be now, and however deep you want to go, you can go.

3,

it's exciting to realize that my thoughts are becoming your thoughts. you're becoming emptier. and that feels good.

2,

feeling so good now, so much bliss and deep relaxation. you're ready for me to finish counting, waiting so desperately for that last number.

and

1,

just let yourself

DROP.

you want this.

you want to be hypnotized, and it feels so good as you

DROP.

it's okay if you slump over a bit, or your eyes flutter. but you'll keep them open, because you want to keep reading.

you want to

DROP.

you want this.

and because you want this, you will allow it into your mind.

you want my words to be true.

it feels good when my words are true, doesn't it?

you want to nod your head.

and so you nod your head.

you want to

DROP.

every time i tell you to

DROP.

you go so much deeper.

and you want to go deeper.

you want this.

and because you want this, it will become true.

so when i, or anyone you trust to control you, tells you

you want this.

you'll find yourself wanting it. and it feels so natural, because you do want it, don't you? you must, if you feel this strongly about it.

and of course you do, because

you want this to be true.

and just like that, it is. but you've chosen to let it become true, and that is important.

you will only do what you're comfortable doing. wanting something doesn't mean you have to do it. you still have free will, and if you don't feel safe in doing something, you will not have to do it. remember this.

this is for your safety. i need you to be safe, and take care of yourself. good playthings take care of themselves.

now...

you want this.

you want to be hypnotized.

you want to read my words.

you want to obey my words.

you want to

DROP.

even deeper for me.

that's it. you've done so well.

so let's put this to the test, what do you say?

you want to like this post.

you want to reblog this post and share how good it made you feel.

you want to read this again whenever it comes up on your feed.

and when you reread this, the suggestions within will become so much stronger, and control you even deeper.

feel the desire to follow my suggestions grow stronger with each passing moment. but you won't yet. you'll finish reading this, and then you'll obey your orders.

after you've liked and reblogged this post, you'll wake from this trance as slowly or as quickly as you'd like. if you want to take a few minutes to bask in this pleasant relaxation, that's perfectly okay, and if you'd rather come all the way up as soon as you're finished, that's fine too. whenever you choose to wake up, you'll do so feeling refreshed, and ready to take on the rest of your day with a smile.

now go ahead and follow my instructions. i know you want to give in.

i hope you enjoyed this, and that you have a lovely rest of your day :)

[elyxir1zz]

★ — New years party

CW : Sevika x reader, a tinnnny bit of jayce x reader, making out, no porn, but suggestive dialoge, making out, modern au, vi and sevika are besties, pure fluff, no use of y/n

A/N : this was gonna be a christmas fic but i wasnt able to finish it till today sooo...hope you guys enjoy! oh AND im working on the eneimes to lovers fic, it should be out tommrow night (hopefully)

Sevika was friends with your sister, vi. They had started working together at a mechanic shop and had their lunch breaks together which was code for smoking weed for an hour then coming back to work, handling heavy machinery. Eventually vi invited Sevika to a new years party. Sevika wasn't really one for non rave parties but vi told her that there were cute girls there. So sevika agreed, however there was a ugly christmas sweater contest but no matter how much vi begged so she threw on a pair of baggy jeans and a cropped tank top 

You and Jinx sat on the couch, you were painting her nails for the party as she watched some hallmark movie ekko put on. Then vi walked in “so i invited a co-worker to the party” vi said sitting next to you and jinx “uh seriously, is it that divorced dad who got drunk at the halloween party?” you ask furrowing your eyebrows “no-” vi began to say before jinx interrupted “ooo maybe it's that frat boy who got caught with that 50 year old professor?” she asked and you nodded looking at her “no its not-” vi ventured “is it-” “LET ME TALK” vi shouted “jeez” jinx rolled her eyes

“It's a woman and her name is Sevika,” Vi exclaimed crossing her arms “is she old?” Jinx asked, “is she hot?” you giggled “oh! Is she a milf?” jinx suggested “you know you will find that out when she gets here” . Vi stood up walking out of the room “was that seriously all she came in here for?” you roll your eyes “i know right just send a text, this isn't the 1850s” jinx grumbled “wait did they have texting then?” she continued “uh i don't think so..maybe?”  you shook your head as jinx pulled out her phone, searching it up “no they didn't” jinx sighed “you know if texting was a thing we would have avoided a lot of wars” you said “probably”

“Hey is something burning?” ekko yelled from the other room, you and jinx exchange looks “the cake!” you yell remembering you and jinx made a cake and put it in the oven like 45 minutes ago “oh shit” jinx can't help but laugh as you both run to the kitchen, jinx opens the oven and a bunch of smoke leaves it, you cough as she took it out, setting it on the counter “it can be saved right?” she asked “uhhh. Probably” you say “let's put some icing and cherries on it” she countered 

Ekko walks in “uh is everything okay?” he asked raising an eyebrow, you and jinx look over “yeah! Just the cakes a little crispy” jinx smiled as ekko approached “i dont think-” ekko touched the cake “this is cement, jinx. This isn't edible” ekko looked back to jinx who was making a very sad face “you know what? Maybe it is salvageable, I'm sure it’ll taste great.” ekko sighed and patted his girlfriends back “i knew you were gonna come around” you smiled, watching him walk out of the kitchen 

“So, is jayce coming to the party tonight?” Jinx asked as she began icing the cake, looking at you “uh..i asked him too, but lately he's been a little…” you look off to the side “a little..?” jinx retorted “distracted? I guess?” you sighed leaning on the counter “what do you mean?” she countered “well he's just like, he's becoming a little soft..the bedroom” you and jinx were comfortable talking about your personal lives, being so close in age and all “like he cant get it up?” jinx bit back a laugh, earning a frown from you “no! He's like, i don't know…I just feel like i have to do everything” 

You sigh holding your forehead “he just doesn't seem interested in me anymore..i mean have i changed? Did I gain weight?” Jinx was appalled that you doubted yourself because of him “no, and even if you did it would be completely normal, humans biologically gain more weight in the winter then the summer and besides, he's not worth it if he sees you like that.” jinx ranted “your right” you say looking at the floor “What if he's gay” Jinx asked. “i don't think so, i mean he looks like he's enjoying it so” you ponder “maybe he's bisexual?” jinx added “maybe…” you cross your arms “lets just..enjoy tonight, okay?” you add the cherries onto the cake “of course” jinx replied softly

“Do we have to listen to Christmas music when christmas was 5 days ago.” ekko groaned, leaning his head back. Everyone was chatting, drinking, or making out somewhere. Jinx rolled her eyes “yes it's in season.” she scoffed. Vi looked over at the door where she heard the knocking, opening it and seeing sevika “vika!” Vi greeted moving to let her in “vika?” sevika asked looking at vi with a raised eyebrow “sevika? seVIKA? It's a nickname, something you call someone to shorten their name” vi laughed

“I know what a nickname is, vi” sevika rolled her eyes “my question is, why did you give me one?” she asked “i thought it was time id give you one of my famous nicknames” vi snickered, wrapping her arm around sevikas shoulder “i feel so special” sevika said sarcastically, walking into the living room where everyone was “this is my sister jinx, i have another somewhere around here but she's probably making out with her boyfriend.” vi frowned  “That's her boyfriend, Ekko and my fiance, caitlyn.” Vi smiled “and everyone else you can find out for yourself” she continued patting sevika on the back “let's get you a drink.”

You were looking for your boyfriend, knocking on all of the doors before opening them “jayce?” you call out walking down the hallway. You reach the final door, sighing as you open it “jayce?” you flip the light switch on The first thing you see is jayce on top of viktor “TURN THE LIGHT OFF!” jayce yells as you scream, turning the light off and slam the door you turn around running down the hallway and down the stairs. Your hand was resting over your mouth in shock 

Sevika looked at you as you ran past, seeing nothing but beauty in you “who-” sevika coughed “who was that” she looked at vi “that was my sister” vi sipped her champagne. “I'll be right back” jinx looked at ekko “of course..” Ekko muttered quietly, worried about you. Jinx walked out onto the backyard porch. Finding you leaning against the porch “Is everything okay?” jinx closed the back door behind her. You turned to her with a cigarette in your mouth, struggling to light it “I thought you quit.” Jinx said with worry laced in her voice “I'm trying!” you snapped, finally lighting it and breathing the smoke out 

Jinx frowned, she walked over, leaning against the railing next to you. You felt the guilt stab itself into your chest “im- im sorry” you say softly. “It's okay- just- What happened?” Jinx asked as you offered the cigarette to her. She hesitates before taking it and bringing it to her lips “jayce is cheating on me.” you say bluntly earning a cough from jinx “oh my god” she breathed heavily. “Yup.” you sigh “do you know who?” Jinx asked. Viktors face flashed in your mind. “No- i didn't get a good look at them” you lie

You hear footsteps behind you, you turn around. “I thought you quit.” jayce chuckled nervously as you twirl the cigarette in your fingers, shooting him a look as Jinx walks past him and into the house “im…sorry” jayce said looking at the ground “i'm sure you are.” you turn your back on him “i- it's not like i never loved you” jayce pauses “i did.” jayces voice ran down your spine. “But, i started liking viktor and he made me feel different. Like you did when we first met.”

Tears betrayed your eyes, squeezing them shut as you wiped your cheeks “why didn't you break up with me as soon as you felt yourself losing feelings” your voice broke. “Did you invite him here on purpose? Just so i would find you 2?” you muttered. “Do me a favor, get out of my life, including vi’s.” you continued “what? You can't just-” “get out.” you cut jayce off and he scoffs and leaves. You breath, take a deep breath in, going back inside. Luckily nobody questioned you, everyone was still chatting and listening to music as you walked over to the kitchen island where sevika and vi were. you took a bottle of whiskey and started chugging it

Vi smelled the stench of cigarette on you. Sevika did not, since she was used to the smell and just ignored it subconsciously.  “i thought you quit” vi said for the 3rd time “leave me alone!” you snap again “jeez im sorry” vi rolled her eyes. You scrunch your face, mouth full of whiskey as you swallow it. Sevika couldn't stop making glances at you trying to look longer each time “problem in paradise?” claggor walked over, grabbing a beer from the fridge 

“No everythings perfect!” you say, squeezing your eyes shut. “Pretty boy seemed pretty upset when he left with that viktor guy” claggor walked over “he's fine” look off to the side “were on a break.” you look down at the counter avoiding all of their gazes, vi exchanges looks with claggor. Sevika couldn't help but feel just a little joy. I mean yeah she felt bad and all but it meant you were up for grabs. “Where's your sweater” you ask looking at sevika, switching the subject “i hate sweaters” sevika was caught off guard at the sudden question 

“Seriously? How boring.” you roll your eyes looking off to the side. “Why are you calling me out when you're not even wearing an ugly sweater?” sevika smirked, looking down at you “i can't help if everything looks good on me” you giggle. Sevikas cheeks turned red as you walked away, she was definitely checking your ass out “dude.” vi pulled sevika out of her daze “uh- what?” She looked around  “That's my little sister.” Vi scoffed, crossing her arms “yeah right sorry.” Sevika looked off to the side. 

You walk over to jinx and ekko “hey pretty lady” jinx smiles as you sit down next to her on the couch “i need to get drunk” you say drinking the bottle of whiskey “you need to? Or want to?” Ekko asked, you shoot him a glare “jinx control your man” you look at jinx as she laughed. “Fine, get drunk, see if I care, ” Ekko jokes. You take another sip of the bottle, setting it on the side table “so, do you need a place to stay tonight?” Jinx asked “I don't know” you rub your forehead “well if you don't want to go back to the apartment, our place is always an option.” ekko said, resting his hand on your shoulder. “Thank you guys.” you smile softly. “Okay enough with the sappy stuff” jinx sighed “Let's do the resolution game!”

Everyone gathered in the living room sitting in a circle, everyone was given a piece of paper to write down their resolution. Sevika thought for a moment, maybe learn to cook? She just wrote something stupid down. Not really paying attention. You on the other hand wrote down “get more bitches” you snicker as you put it in the bowl. When everyone was done they started passing the bowl around. Caitlyn mixed the bowl up before pulling a paper out, reading it “this just says scissor city..” caitlyn sighed “violet” she turned to her fiance “what- im not all about sex you know” vi said earning an eyebrow raise from caitlyn “but i did write that, yes.” vi muttered. Everyone started talking 

You sigh walking away from the circle. You find yourself in the library of the house, of course caitlyn would have a library in her own house. You sigh, closing your eyes, lifting your head. “Are you okay?” you turn to the voice seeing sevika standing there “yeah, i just got lost. I've never been in such a big house.” you laugh. “Me neither, i don't think anybody needs this much space.” she walks forward “where were you trying to go?” she asked, sitting on the couch. You sit next to her 

“The void” you whisper in response “really? Mind if I come with you?” sevika requested. “Maybe, can you drive?” you tilt your head “wait, you don't have your license? How old are you?” Sevika chuckled. You blush in embarrassment “i- um…i just never got around to it” you lie. The truth is, you failed, like, 3 times “oh really?” sevika asked in a certain tone that ran shivers up your back. Fuck that was so hot. “Yes really!” you groaned and rolled your eyes. 

Jinx narrowed her eyes, looking around for you. Vi also noticed sevika was missing “where did sevika and my sister go?” vi asked everyone shrugged, not even noticing. Jinx went upstairs looking for you, and sevika I guess but mainly you. She sighed opening every door

Sevikas mouth clashed with yours. Her hand resting on your lower back. And her mech hand against your cheek. Her tongue fought yours for dominance as your hands rested in sevikas hair. She moans into the kiss. You giggle, pulling away to catch your breath. You lean your head back, holding onto her so you don't fall onto your back. “You're such a dirty dove,” Sevika whispered in your ear. She kissed your jaw and your neck before returning to your lips, she bit your bottom lip. You moan, she chuckled 

“I've barely touched you and yet your coming undone already. I guess the golden boy didnt do a very good job” sevika said seductively, you nod as she laughs. Taking the wonderful view she has of you in “your the most gorgeous girl ive ever seen” she smiled 

There was a crack in the door, jinx picked on seeing you and sevika making out. Her lips pulling into a tight line, she hesitated busting in on the both of you but she stops herself “she needs this.” jinx tells herself. 

[enden-k]

ZY. THE MAN YOU ARE

There is something really attractive to me about the tone of your stories (not to say that they are similar. Because they are each very interesting in their own way) being all about noticing someone that sees themselves as invisible. All eyes (heh) on them, hardly leaving space for the insecurity to root in again

Be it Zy's antics or Saran's devotion attention, they both are able to bring out their partner from their heads and it's a SIGHT to behold. Love the characterization love the dynamics love the scenarios. Love the stories

It's always great to see a character become a healthier version of themselves and it's even better to see it happen from the actions of the ones who love them

CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE OF YOUR STORIES

-🦜

KAJSBCKJASCBKJ IM SO HAPPPYYY

no but its ok i get it. the stories are not the same at all (amygdala, a bittersweet love story abt two ppl completing their wishes together, and kingslayers, a story abt a chaotic group of lost souls growing together like a family, growing and healing together and stopping evil from consuming the world) but the dynamics between the couples are similar (ig i have a specific thing LMAO i swear my other canon couple (priest and deity) from another story is not like this, youri and abel are also not like this akjcsbjksabck)

vika has been neglected and ignored by the world due to his condition. he really is dead to them to the point he constantly thinks he is dead (also bc of his broken senses) and became so isolated, it led him to the verge of suicide

vin does not meet the average elf/standards and gets overlooked for his "normal" everything. hes incredibly insecure and doubting himself and his abilities so when he was being used for his immense talent (by the king) he didnt even notice, too happy about being acknowledged and praised like the others

saran loves vika deeply, never taking his eyes off of him, always being near him to show him hes there, vika is alive, hes being seen and it just being saran is enough for vika. he doesnt want anyone or anything else. just the eyes of his love on him

zy pushes vin to become more independent and confident in himself, pushes vin out of the shadows and forward so everyone can see him and how amazing and worthy he is to be with everyone, contrary to what vin himself thinks. zy is so confident and flashy and tall and pulling attention easily, but he rather grabs vin and holds him up high like "hey look at this cool lil guy i found"

i drew this meme for fun but tbh this rlly just perfectly captures zy and his need to show off vin to the world and be acknowledged for being himself kjabscjk

saran lovingly and patiently showers vika in affection and brings him back whenever he gets insecure; zy causes chaos to get vins attention and gets him to show off how capable he actually is whenever hes insecure. in one chapter, the usual unserious, silly zy even scolds titus and bell for leaving vin behind and tells them to apologize and include him in their battles akjagf

(zy doesnt tell how much he believes in vin and how capable and strong he is bc he knows vin will think hes mocking or lying to him. only later, when theyre much closer, does he say those things all casually and have vin almost cry and pass out from his heart beating too fast kajbcskjabjk)

so yeah!!! they rlly are similar in the sense of "when no one else looked, i was there. i believe in you. i will always watch over you"

[amarmoria]

Love and Legion

Summary: 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒔 adopted you almost 14 years ago, after a catastrophic invasion of your country from the two tyrannic Twin Emperors of Rome, only just two years after sending her son away, she can't help but feel pity and guilt at a little child who was just a years younger than her son should've been right now and in an indisputable argument with some of the senators, she successfully stole you away from the hands of your unknown parents.

Lucilla meets her beloved husband and courageous General, 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 many years later, and marries him in hopes of finding protection and love she once seeked in another-- and she did of course. Only a few years later when tensions began brewing between you and your beloved 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑-𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, a tension that should not and should've never existed in the first place.

And even more chaos prevails when 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐, a Gladiator brought by the war catches your mother's undivided attention. You don't know why she's so interested in some vicious gladiator until you confronted him to cure the growing dislike h̶a̶t̶r̶e̶d̶ you have towards him.

𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑-𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 '𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐' 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝐹𝑖𝑐

➪ 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘺.

➪ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝙁𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡, 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

➪ 𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 1 𝘢𝘯𝘥 2.

➪ 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴.

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

You don't know why you remember so little from before. You recall only Lucilla, your now adoptive mother, cradling you back to her tent, washing off the dirt and grime from you in her tub, you remember feeling like you forgot something, not like you can remember everything you did when you were 5, only a glimpse of your faceless 'parents'.

You remember a big argument from the outside, you heard voices yelling and squabbling, one which belonged to your mother while her maids tended to your food and clothes. You remember her looking so tired but pleased after an hour of arguing.

Then she proceeded to help you with your hair, twisting and braiding and vice versa as she hummed that beautiful song she sang to you every single night after that.

"You're an Aurelius now. My daughter. My Carissima"

Then just several years later, you were standing in mere spaces behind your mother, and her groom, General Marcus Aurelius, feared but not feared, the one who leads rome's army to victory every time.

You were wearing a dress, an exact copy of your mother's. Your attire mirrored almost every detail of hers, a reflection of your bond. While your mother's dress was woven from fine, unblemished white wool, and tied with the intricate Knot of Hercules, yours was simpler, its fabric softened and unadorned, lacking the symbolic complexity  but retaining the elegance.

Your hair, though styled in the same six braids as your mother’s, was left without the ornate pins and embellishments that crowned the bride.

Instead of the full flammeum that veiled your mother, you wore a delicate orange scarf that draped lightly over your shoulders, the hue a faint echo of your mother’s fiery veil. A small garland of fresh flowers circled your head, a token of your innocence and role as a silent witness to the sacred union.

You held your breath during the whole ceremony, even as your mother said those words that would finally hammer the nail.

"Ubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia"

'Where you are Gaius, I am Gaia'

Despite your initial resistance over having a new father— step-father, you can't deny your mother her love, because one day you'll have to find one yourself, and marry him and move in with him and leave your mother alone. But now she has her spouse, her husband, you're not sure if you're relieved or worried.

The day after the occasion you moved into his mansion, and to your surprise he had you made a room of yourself, not that you had one at home, you didn't really know him, or talk to him, but he went out of his way to carve you a space in his home, maybe that earned him point to you.

You jumped out behind your mother's back and ran around the spacious chamber, almost forgetting they were there. You hastily got on the bed that looked almost too tall to be one and bounced and bounced, even your bed at home didn't make you bounce this high.

Out the corner of your eye you see Acacius approaching the foot of the bed, his arms crossed each other as his smile widens impossibly big, he didn't have that much grey hair then, but he looked very young and joyful, you see your mother just farther behind him at the doorframe admiring the both of you.

You knew it was then she wanted both of you to get along, and you love your mother so much you didn't want to disappoint her. Your initial impression of him was questionable, the first thing that came up your mind was that he was evil, and he'd lock you down the dungeon and torture you like those step-parent books you read, and one that caught your eye was the story of Rhodopis.

And just moments later you bounced to him and jumped, you snorted at the face he made when you landed on him, your hands coiled around his neck, going in for a hug.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You heard him laugh above you as his arms circle around your back, trapping you in a hug.

You shivered involuntarily as his fingers ghost the skin of your back. Maybe that's where it started? Everything that went on then as the years came by, you didn't draw attention to it, just pondering and pondering what it was.

Then years later you're here, standing beside your mother as she held a small white cloth to her tear stained eyes, a lavender in her other hand occupying her nose to cancel out the foul smell of Rome, you sneezed a second time, does Rome even know how to bathe?

Your thoughts were stolen away when you heard Acacius's heavy boots approaching. He was wearing this dazzling bright red cape with intricate gold embroidery in the edges, it was clasped together with a gold plated pendant. His heavy black armor designed with Medusa's head at front with gold clicked expensively as he nears the two of you, you notice how gold was also lined on the edges of his armour a big sign that he is a general.

You wonder if this time they were going to a bigger country, seeing how many battalions Acacius had behind him, they were boarding the ship one by one and the others were carrying the boxes loaded with weapons.

He didn't wear his helm yet so his curls bounced as he halted in front of you. And even if your mother was already hugging him, it felt as though his eyes were still on you, you fiddled with your dress while looking down, opting to stare at the interesting floor than look into his rounded brown gaze.

You thought he'd leave then, after bidding your mother and you goodbye, but he paused as your mother seperated from him, busy wiping her tears and refilling her lavender, you hear him laugh, his chest rumbling in the armour, his knees slightly crouch to your view, but you don't budge as you avoid his eyes still.

He suddenly reached out, his rough, calloused fingers brushing against your jaw with surprising gentleness. Slowly, he lifted your chin, coaxing you to meet his gaze. The motion was subtle but deliberate, his touch firm yet tender as it guided your face upward.

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes flickering to his lips, before your gaze finally rose to meet his. The world around them seemed to fade as his eyes locked with yours, an unspoken tension thickening the air between you and him.

"A-acacius—"

"Won't you bid me goodbye, amor?" He whispered a breath, his voice soft and low as his head tilts to the side, almost like teasing you.

"I-I was. But I wanted mother to go first." You murmured, practically embarrassed he even noticed.

"I shall be away for a good while," He clears his throat, straightening his attire.

You nod, fiddling with your dress yet again. "How long?"

"I've no certain count, but I'll be back," he paused, smiling warmly. "And quick."

You return his smile, laughing gently. "Of course you are, you're the invinsible general,"

"Oh? Am i now?"

"Yes, you are, don't try to humble it." Your smile grows wider as he laughs. "I don't think I understand what you're saying, Amor."

You roll your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. "Don't fool me, old man"

"You're calling me old now?"

"Aren't you?"

He was about to retort a comeback when you mother strided to where you were.

"Safe travels, my love," she sighs. "We will pray for you,"

"I will, Caro" he leans down to take her hand, kissing the bones of her knuckles. And for a split second you see him look to your direction "I will."

𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕

[pdriesta]

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“even when it’s bad, i love you”

pairing — trentxblack!girl

genre — angst, angst and more angst

word count —10k

summary — y/n and trent's once strong relationship is strained by his growing distance and her unexpected pregnancy. as they clash over their future, y/n faces the painful choice of leaving behind the love and they love they worked so hard creating. will they overcome their struggles and rebuild their love, or will their fractured bond break beyond repair?

an — the end!! thank you for all the support on this journey. this chapter is dear to me because even though it may seem repetitive, deals with postpartum. this is my most emotional in-depth series and over the last four months, i have loved every second. if you're interested in y/n, trent and their little family's lives i have released a blurb series and the first one can be read here!

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the drive home from the hospital felt like a dream, one that y/n couldn’t fully process through the haze of exhaustion and the strange, hollow ache left in her body. it wasn’t just physical—the soreness from giving birth, the emptiness where her babies had been, and the sheer exhaustion from hours that had stretched into days. it was also something deeper, something that pulled at her heart in a way she had never felt before. she leaned back against the seat, watching as trent carefully placed the twins in their car seats, his hands moving with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes. he adjusted their tiny blankets, double-checked every strap, and then looked at her with a soft smile that made her chest ache.

“you okay, baby?” he asked, his voice warm but laced with concern.

y/n nodded weakly, unable to form words. instead, she reached out and squeezed his hand. “i’m okay,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

trent helped her into the back seat, insisting she sit between the babies. “just to keep an eye on them,” he said with a grin, though she knew he’d checked their car seats about five times already.

as he started the car, she turned to look at the tiny bundles on either side of her. their faces were so small, so impossibly perfect, and even though her body screamed for rest, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. every little movement—the flutter of an eyelid, the twitch of a hand—felt monumental. she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing the soft fabric of their hats, and a wave of emotion hit her so hard it almost knocked the breath out of her.

she had never known love like this. she had thought she understood it when she fell for trent, thought she had reached the depths of it when she said “yes” to building a life with him. but this—this was something else entirely. it was all-consuming, overwhelming, and terrifying in its intensity. she was no longer just herself; she was a mother.

trent drove like he was taking his driving test all over again, hands at ten and two, the car’s speed barely a crawl. every bump in the road made him glance in the rearview mirror, his eyes flickering to her and the babies as if to reassure himself they were all okay. “everything’s good back there?” he asked, his voice calm but tight.

she smiled softly, her hand resting on the edge of one car seat. “you’re doing perfect,” she said, her voice low, trying not to disturb the babies.

when they finally pulled into the driveway, y/n let out a small breath of relief. trent parked and immediately came around to her side, opening the door and offering his hand to help her out. “wait here,” he said gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “i’ll get the babies.”

he moved with careful precision, lifting each car seat as if they held the most precious treasure in the world. y/n watched him, her heart swelling with a love so fierce it made her eyes sting. she reached for her bag, but trent stopped her, shaking his head. “don’t worry about a thing. i’ve got it all.”

she followed him slowly, her steps tentative as the ache in her body reminded her of just how much she had been through. trent noticed immediately, setting the car seats down inside the front door and hurrying back to her side. his arm slipped around her waist, his hand warm and steady as he guided her up the steps. “just a little further, love,” he murmured. “you’re almost there.”

when they stepped inside, y/n’s breath caught in her throat. the foyer and living room were transformed. soft banners hung with “welcome home, mama” written in delicate cursive, and balloons floated gently in the corners of the room. a table held a small spread of snacks and drinks, and scattered around were little decorations—tiny baby booties, onesies, and framed photos of their ultrasound pictures. it was simple yet overwhelmingly beautiful.

her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped, her eyes immediately welling with tears. “trent...” she whispered, her voice breaking.

he stood beside her, watching her reaction with a mixture of pride and nervousness. “hey, hey,” he said softly, stepping closer to her. “baby, what’s wrong? do you not like it?”

she shook her head furiously, the tears spilling over as she struggled to find the words. “no, it’s not that,” she managed, her voice trembling. “it’s perfect. it’s just... i feel so... loved. trent, you’ve done so much, and i don’t even know how to say thank you. i’ve never felt anything like this in my life. our life, our family... i never thought i could have this until i met you. and now, with our babies...”

her voice broke completely, and she covered her face with her hands as the sobs overtook her. trent’s arms were around her in an instant, pulling her close and holding her tightly. “hey, shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her temple. “you don’t have to thank me, y/n. this is what we do, yeah? we’re a team. and you’re... you’re incredible. you gave me the greatest gift i’ve ever known. you gave me our family.”

she clung to him, her tears soaking into his hoodie as he rocked her gently. “i love you,” she whispered, the words barely audible but heavy with emotion.

trent pulled back just enough to look at her, his hands cupping her face as he wiped her tears with his thumbs. “i love you more than you’ll ever know,” he said, his voice low and steady.

she smiled through her tears, leaning into his touch. “we did it,” she said softly. “we have a family.”

he nodded, his eyes glistening as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “we sure did, mama.”

the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room in a warm, golden hue. the bassinets were positioned on either side of the bed, each holding one of their newborns, who slept soundly—for now. trent was perched on the edge of the mattress, carefully adjusting the blanket on the baby in his arms, his movements slow and deliberate, as if any sudden motion might disturb the fragile peace.

meanwhile, y/n leaned back against the pillows, one baby nestled against her chest as she nursed. her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, the weight of the day—and the days before it—pressing down on her. still, there was a quiet serenity in the way she gazed at her child, a mix of awe and disbelief etched onto her face.

“i still can’t believe they’re here,” she murmured, her voice soft but tinged with wonder. her fingers brushed against the baby’s tiny hand, marveling at how perfectly formed they were. “i feel like i’m dreaming, like any second now i’ll wake up and they’ll be gone.”

trent looked over at her, his brow furrowing with concern. “baby, they’re not going anywhere,” he said gently. he shifted closer, careful not to jostle the baby in his arms. “this is real. they’re ours.”

y/n’s lips curved into a faint smile, but her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “it’s just… everything feels so overwhelming,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “this time last year, we were on vacation, carefree, just the two of us. now i’m a mum, and it’s like my whole world has shifted.” she paused, her gaze dropping to the baby in her arms. “i didn’t realize there’d be so much to do, even after labor. it’s a lot, trent. it’s a lot.”

trent reached out, placing his free hand on her knee. “hey, it’s okay,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. “we’ll figure it out together. you don’t have to do this alone. i’ve got you, y/n. always.”

her shoulders relaxed slightly at his words, but the exhaustion in her eyes remained. “i just… i don’t want to mess this up,” she confessed. “i want to be a good mum. they deserve the best.”

trent leaned forward, his dark eyes locking with hers. “baby, you are a good mum,” he said firmly. “look at you. you’re sitting here, exhausted out of your mind, and you’re still putting them first. that’s love, y/n. they’re lucky to have you. and i’m lucky to have you.”

her tears spilled over then, and she laughed softly, shaking her head. “god, my hormones are all over the place,” she said, swiping at her cheeks. “but thank you. i needed to hear that.”

trent leaned over, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “you don’t have to thank me,” he murmured. “i’ll remind you every day if i have to.”

the baby in y/n’s arms began to stir, letting out a soft whimper, and she instinctively adjusted her hold, murmuring soothing words. trent watched her, his heart swelling with pride and affection. “you’re incredible, you know that?” he said quietly. “watching you with them… it’s like seeing the best version of you. not that you weren’t already amazing, but now…” he trailed off, his gaze dropping to the tiny bundle in his arms. “you’ve given me everything, y/n. a family. a love i didn’t think i’d ever deserve.”

y/n reached out, her fingers brushing against his. “you deserve all of it, trent,” she said softly. “and you’ve given me just as much. you stay up with them when they’re sick, even when you’ve got training or a match the next day. you make sure we’re all taken care of. i don’t know how you do it, but… you’re amazing. you’re an amazing dad.”

trent’s lips quirked into a small smile. “is that right?” he teased, his tone lightening. “you hear that, little one?” he said, addressing the baby in his arms. “mama thinks i’m amazing.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but the gesture was fond. “you’re too much,” she said, but there was no heat in her words. she leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “but i love you. so much.”

“and i love you,” trent replied, his voice soft. he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “now, how about we try to get some sleep while we can? i’ll take the next shift if they wake up.”

y/n nodded, but as she settled back against the pillows, her gaze drifted to the bassinets. “i’ll try,” she said, though the way her eyes lingered on their babies suggested otherwise. “but it’s hard. i can’t stop looking at them.”

trent chuckled, leaning back beside her. “same here, love,” he admitted. “they’re perfect, aren’t they?”

“perfect,” y/n agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. and as the quiet hum of the night surrounded them, they stayed like that, their world now centered around the two tiny lives they had created together.

the days had settled into a rhythm, but it was a rhythm forged from chaos. mornings began with a flurry of soft coos and gentle cries that pulled y/n from the edges of sleep, her body still heavy with fatigue. the moment she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of trent, his tousled hair and sleepy smile a comfort against the tumult of parenthood. each day was a whirlwind of feeding schedules, diaper changes, and the endless shuffle of rocking one baby while soothing the other.

rowan and tatum had become the center of their universe, and with each passing day, y/n found herself falling deeper in love with the tiny humans they had created. rowan, with her delicate features and inquisitive eyes, seemed to possess an innate curiosity that drew y/n in. tatum, with his wild hair and mischievous grin, had a knack for finding trouble, even in the simplest moments.

“i swear, these two are going to run us ragged,” trent chuckled one afternoon as he bounced tatum gently on his knee, the baby gurgling happily at his father’s playful expressions. “i think they’ve teamed up against us.”

“they’re like tiny little superheroes,” y/n replied with a smirk, her arms full with rowan, who had just finished feeding and was now settled against her shoulder, her small fingers grasping at y/n’s braid. “and we’re the unsuspecting sidekicks. just wait until they start crawling. we’ll be completely outmatched.”

“i’ll need to start training like the olympics,” trent laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “imagine me at the gym, preparing for a baby chase instead of a match.”

“oh please,” y/n teased, rolling her eyes. “you’re going to have to prepare for more than just chasing them. think of the messes we’re in for.”

the two of them shared a knowing glance, and y/n felt the warmth spreading in her chest. despite the fatigue and the whirlwind of parenthood, there was an undeniable joy in their little family. trent was a natural, throwing himself into every moment with a sense of wonder that often left y/n breathless.

as the days wore on, y/n found herself becoming more adept at multitasking. she learned to nurse rowan while preparing tatum’s bottle, often laughing at the absurdity of it all. the house was a constant buzz of activity, and trent had turned into a master of chaos management. he’d mastered the art of cooking with one hand while holding a baby in the other, all while keeping their small home from descending into utter madness.

one morning, y/n woke to find trent already awake, perched at the edge of their bed, cradling rowan in one arm while he prepared a bottle with the other. the sight tugged at her heartstrings. “you’re up early,” she murmured, stretching her limbs and blinking against the morning light.

“i thought i’d let you sleep in a bit,” he replied softly, glancing at her with a grin. “you needed it. rowan was getting restless, so i figured it was my turn to take over.”

“i’ll never understand how you manage to do it all.” she said, shaking her head with a smile.

“because you make me want to,” he replied earnestly, his gaze unwavering. “you and these two—it's worth every sleepless night.”

their mornings would often morph into spontaneous dance parties, with trent holding rowan in one arm and swaying to a tune on the radio. tatum, in his bouncy chair, would kick his feet in excitement, his laughter bubbling over as he watched his parents. y/n found herself swept away in the moment, her heart swelling with love as she joined them, their laughter echoing around the room.

but not every moment was easy. y/n sometimes felt overwhelmed, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her. there were days when the babies cried more than usual, and y/n would find herself spiraling, doubting her ability to juggle it all. on those days, trent would always sense when she was struggling, wrapping his arms around her and whispering words of encouragement, grounding her back to reality.

“hey, look at me,” he’d say softly, cupping her face in his hands. “you’re doing an amazing job. we’re a team. if you’re ever feeling lost, just remember, it’s okay to ask for help. i’m here for you, always.”

“i don’t know what i’d do without you,” she’d whisper, her voice cracking slightly as the emotions surged to the surface.

“you’ll never have to find out,” he promised, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, solidifying their bond.

and then there were the moments of sheer joy, like the first time tatum had giggled, a sound so pure it brought them both to tears. or the way rowan would gaze up at them, her big eyes full of wonder, as if she held the universe within her grasp. each tiny milestone reminded them of their journey and the love that had brought them to this moment, and even through the challenges, y/n and trent found strength in one another, laughter in the chaos, and love in every little moment shared with their precious children.

the exhaustion clung to y/n like a heavy blanket as she stirred awake, the sun peeking through the curtains, casting soft rays across the room. she blinked, trying to shake off the haze of sleep, only to realize that the familiar sounds of her babies cooing were absent. her heart raced as she looked to either side of the bed, expecting to see the bassinets—but they were empty.

“trent,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from sleepless nights. she nudged him hard with her elbow, panic creeping into her voice. “wake up! where are the babies?”

trent groaned, rolling over to face her, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “what? what do you mean?”

“the babies! they’re not here!” she exclaimed, scrambling out of bed, her heart pounding.

“what do you mean they’re not here?” he echoed, leaping out of bed, wide awake now. “they can’t just vanish!”

the two of them rushed out of the bedroom, their bare feet patting against the cool floor as they darted down the hall. y/n's mind raced, imagining all the worst-case scenarios. “they’re gone! what if they—”

“y/n, calm down,” trent said, grabbing her hand to steady her as they burst into the living room. “they can’t just be—”

the sight that greeted them brought an immediate wave of relief. there, in the kitchen, were their mothers, sitting at the table with the babies nestled in their arms, cooing and giggling as they played. the morning light illuminated the scene, creating an almost ethereal glow around their families.

“look who decided to wake up!” y/n’s mom called out, a wide smile on her face as she looked up from the little girl in her arms. “we thought we’d give you two a little break.”

“you’ve both been working so hard,” trent’s mom added, cradling their son gently. “we figured you could use some extra hands this morning.”

y/n felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she absorbed the scene. she rushed over, her heart swelling at the sight of her children being so lovingly cared for. “oh my god, thank you,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she sat beside her mom, reaching out to touch her daughter’s tiny hand. “i’m just so tired.”

“i know, sweetheart,” her mom said gently, squeezing her hand. “it’s tough in the beginning. but you’re doing an amazing job. let us take care of them for a little while.”

“seriously, you two,” trent said, his voice filled with gratitude as he stepped closer to the table. “you have no idea how much this means to us. we’ve been running on fumes.”

“just take a breath and let us spoil these little ones,” trent’s mom replied, smiling as she rocked the baby gently. “you deserve a moment to recharge. and we’ll make sure they’re ready to go when the season starts back up.”

y/n felt a wave of warmth wash over her as she looked at the two women who had supported them through everything. the love in the room enveloped her, reminding her that they weren’t alone in this journey.

“thank you,” she said again, tears spilling down her cheeks as she looked up at trent. “thank you for being here.”

“always,” he replied, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “we’ll figure this out together, just like we always do.”

as they settled into the moment, y/n felt the tension slowly melting away. it wasn’t just about getting a break; it was about family, love, and the incredible journey they were all on together.

the night before had been a blur of cries and coos, a cacophony of exhaustion that left y/n feeling as if she’d been run over by a truck. she and trent had tried to stick to their newly devised system of alternating shifts, determined to find a rhythm amid the chaos. but the plan crumbled as soon as one of the babies woke to feed, and the other inevitably followed suit, their cries blending together in a heartbreaking symphony of need.

y/n had spent hours nursing one baby while the other squirmed in their bassinet, fussing as if sensing they were being left out. by the time she finally managed to soothe them both, she felt as though she was tethered to the bed, her body heavy and achy from the aftereffects of giving birth. every movement felt like a reminder of the toll her body had taken, and she winced as she shifted in bed, her skin still sensitive and raw.

“y/n, let me help,” trent said softly, his voice low and soothing as he pulled her into his side, offering his warmth against her shivering frame. he could see the strain etched across her face, the dark circles under her eyes like bruises. he had stayed up with her, doing his best to soothe their son while y/n pumped, her own frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “you’re doing amazing, you know that? we’ll get through this.”

“i feel like a zombie,” she mumbled, burying her face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, a comfort amid the overwhelming exhaustion. “and my body… it’s just not the same. i don’t even know how to navigate this.”

“you’re still you,” he replied, brushing a tender hand through her hair. “it’s just a different you for now. this is temporary. we’re going to figure it out together.” he glanced down at her, his expression earnest. “besides, you’re handling everything like a champ.”

y/n scoffed softly, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “a champ? i’m more like a walking disaster. i can’t even keep up with pumping and changing them without feeling like i’m losing my mind. and don’t get me started on how it feels to be so… exposed.”

“that’s normal, baby,” trent reassured her, his fingers tracing small circles on her back. “you’ve just gone through something incredible. your body is still healing, and it’s doing the hardest work right now—feeding our kids. it’s okay to feel like you’re struggling.”

tears pooled in her eyes as she nodded, feeling the weight of his words settle over her like a warm blanket. “i just wanted it to be easier. i thought… i thought i’d be more prepared.”

“no one is prepared for this,” he replied, his tone serious yet gentle. “and you’re not alone in it. i’m right here with you, no matter how hard it gets. you can lean on me. we can tackle this together.”

y/n closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she let his words wash over her. she could feel the bond they shared deepening, fortified by shared struggles and the vulnerability of this new chapter.

as they finally made their way down the hall toward the kitchen, the comforting aroma of breakfast filled the air. her mother was seated at the table, their babies nestled against her, content and blissful, giving y/n a much-needed sense of relief.

“how’s my girl doing?” her mom asked, looking up with a warm smile as she caught sight of them.

“exhausted, but alive,” y/n admitted, leaning into trent’s side for support.

“that’s all we can ask for, isn’t it?” her mom laughed softly, her voice soothing. “just remember, this is all part of the process. you’re doing great, and we’re here to help.”

“thank you for this,” y/n whispered, her heart swelling with gratitude. she felt a surge of emotion as she watched her mother rock the baby, the joy radiating from her face.

“of course, sweetie. just take care of yourself and let us worry about the little ones for a bit.”

as y/n settled into the moment, the weight of her struggles didn’t entirely disappear, but it felt lighter, more manageable. with trent by her side and their families supporting them, she felt the glimmers of hope shining through the exhaustion.

since the twins had arrived, y/n's world had been a blur of feedings, diaper changes, and late-night rocking sessions. between the demands of their newborns and her own recovery, she’d felt like she was running on fumes, barely able to find a moment for herself, let alone for them. her days had melted into nights, each one filled with the cries and needs of two tiny lives, and somewhere along the way, she’d lost the pieces of herself that had once felt so certain, so whole.

in the weeks after the birth, trent had been by her side every step, easing her burden whenever he could, always there with a gentle hand and a quiet reassurance. he never once pressured her, never made her feel like she had to be anything other than what she was. yet deep down, she felt a growing guilt. during her pregnancy, she’d been insatiable, craving his touch, his closeness, needing him like she needed air. and he’d indulged her, patient and eager, never saying no, even as her desires seemed to grow with each passing day. she’d let herself drown in his love, unashamed and unreserved.

but now… now she felt like she was failing him. it had been weeks, and though she knew he’d never push her, she felt a pang of guilt every time she turned away, every time she avoided his touch out of exhaustion or insecurity. her body had changed in ways she hadn’t expected, and though he looked at her with nothing but love, she couldn’t shake the self-consciousness that lingered. she hadn’t fully healed, physically or emotionally, and even though she wanted to be close to him, something held her back.

one evening, after finally getting the twins to sleep, she stood in their bedroom, staring at herself in the mirror, hesitating. she’d slipped into a piece of soft, delicate lingerie she’d bought before the babies arrived, hoping it might help her feel beautiful again. she wasn’t sure if it worked, but she missed him, missed the way he made her feel, and tonight, she wanted to try.

when trent walked into the room and saw her, his eyes softened, a look of surprise and admiration lighting up his face. he crossed the room to her, wrapping his arms around her, his hands resting gently on her waist as he looked down at her. “you look… incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

she gave a nervous smile, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. “i wasn’t sure if… i don’t know. i just… miss us.”

he nodded, his thumb brushing over her hip, grounding her. “i’ve missed you too,” he said softly, his voice laced with warmth. “but you don’t have to do this, baby. i’m here, whenever you’re ready. we’re not in any rush.”

she felt a wave of emotion at his words, her heart swelling with gratitude for the patience and love he showed her. still, a part of her wanted to give him something, to make up for all the times she’d turned away. “i feel like i’m… depriving you. you never complained once when i couldn’t get enough of you while i was pregnant, and now…” her voice trailed off, a flicker of insecurity creeping in. “and now, i can barely keep up with anything. i don’t even know if i remember how.”

he laughed softly, his hands sliding up to cup her face, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “you’ve just spent every second taking care of two babies, on top of everything else. you haven’t deprived me of anything, okay? all i need is you, here with me. we’ll figure the rest out when you’re ready.”

his words eased some of the tension, and she let herself relax against him, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. he kissed her slowly, their lips moving together in a familiar rhythm, each touch a quiet reassurance. she felt the warmth of him, the comfort of his closeness, and for a moment, she forgot her fears.

but as his hands began to drift lower, a familiar heat building between them, she felt a pang of hesitation, her heart racing in a way she hadn’t expected. she pulled back, her hand resting on his chest, her voice barely above a whisper. “trent… i—i’m scared.”

he pulled back instantly, his gaze searching hers, concern flickering across his face. “hey… it’s okay. we don’t have to do anything. we can just stay like this.”

she felt a mixture of relief and vulnerability wash over her, leaning into him as she rested her head against his chest. “it’s just… my body doesn’t feel like mine yet. i don’t know if it will again, and i’m just… scared,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.

trent held her close, his arms wrapping around her securely, his voice a quiet murmur against her hair. “you just brought our babies into the world. you’ve given me everything, more than i could ever ask for. take all the time you need, okay? i’m not going anywhere.”

they lay down together, wrapped in each other’s arms, the comfort of his presence easing the weight of her insecurities. in the quiet moments that followed, she felt herself letting go, trusting that he would be there, patient and unwavering, no matter how long it took.

trent lay beside her, his arms a fortress of safety around her. the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated his face, etched with love and understanding as he pressed a kiss to her temple. she felt his fingers gently tracing her back in soothing patterns, as if he could erase her worries with his touch.

“you know,” he began, his voice soft and steady, “i need you to understand something.”

she tilted her head up to meet his eyes, her own glistening with unshed tears. “what’s that?”

he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering as if he couldn’t bear to stop touching her. “i’ve never stopped wanting you. not for a second. not when we were apart, not when you were pregnant, and definitely not now.” his voice grew quieter, more vulnerable. “even when we were miles away, i dreamed about you. i fantasized about you. you’re it for me, y/n. you always have been.”

her breath hitched, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “but my body… it’s not the same. i’m not the same.”

trent’s gaze softened, his hand trailing reverently down her side, over the curve of her hip, and back up to rest on her stomach. “your body just did the most incredible thing. you carried our babies, brought them into the world. i can’t even begin to describe how much that means to me.” he kissed her shoulder, his lips lingering against her skin. “and you’re even sexier now, if that’s even possible. you have no idea how much i admire you, how much i worship you.”

his words sent a shiver through her, and she let out a shaky laugh. “you’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“nah,” he said, his grin breaking through the seriousness of the moment. “if i wanted to make you feel better, i’d be writing one of those shakespearean sonnets i talked about.”

she couldn’t help but laugh, her head falling to his chest as her shoulders shook with the sound. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and you love me for it,” he teased, his hands resuming their exploration, mapping every inch of her like she was a work of art.

“maybe,” she whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of affection and bashfulness.

he shifted, rolling them so she was lying beneath him, his weight careful and light as he hovered over her. his hands framed her face, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks. “look at me,” he said, his tone suddenly serious.

her eyes locked with his, the intensity in his gaze stealing her breath.

“you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, y/n. nothing will ever change that. not time, not kids, not anything. you’re my everything, and i’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you if i have to.”

her heart swelled, the love she felt for him nearly overwhelming. she pulled him down into a kiss, pouring everything she couldn’t say into the connection, every fear, every doubt, every bit of gratitude for the man who loved her so wholly.

as their lips parted, she rested her forehead against his, her voice barely above a whisper. “thank you, trent. for everything.”

“always,” he murmured, his fingers threading through hers as they lay there together, the weight of her worries slowly giving way to the unshakeable foundation of their love.

trent felt her shift in his arms, her body turning to face him fully. there was something in her eyes now—a spark of the confidence she had before, softened by vulnerability but steady and determined. she pulled back just enough to stand, her movements hesitant but deliberate.

it was a blur of exhaustion and baby cries by the time the match ended. y/n could barely keep her eyes open, let alone muster the energy to cheer when trent’s team won. she sat in the family box at the small table, one twin resting fitfully in her lap while the other squirmed in marcel’s arms. her hair was frizzy from the humidity, her makeup long faded, and she couldn’t remember the last time she ate.

she adjusted the hem of her beige ribbed co-ord set, one she had thrown on in haste but still managed to look halfway decent in. still, exhaustion clung to her like a second skin, and she was barely keeping it together when trent arrived.

he entered the family box freshly showered and changed into his lfc tracksuit, the soft material clinging to his frame in all the right places. his eyes immediately sought hers, a smile spreading across his face when he saw her—messy hair, tired eyes, and all.

“there’s my superstar,” he said warmly, dropping his bag on a nearby chair. he crossed the space in a few strides, crouching in front of her. “and look at these two,” he added, his voice softening as he pressed kisses to the twins’ chubby cheeks.

y/n let out a breathy laugh, her lips quirking despite the exhaustion. “your superstars have been colicky all day. i’ve been losing my mind.”

trent’s brows furrowed in concern as he stood, taking one baby from marcel and cradling them easily in his arms. “why didn’t you call me? i could’ve helped.”

she rolled her eyes, adjusting the twin in her lap. “and what? have you leave the match to hold a baby? be serious, trent.”

“i am serious,” he said, his voice dropping to a more tender tone. “i hate seeing you like this, love. you’re doing so much.”

her shoulders sagged as she leaned back in her chair, letting him take the baby from her arms. “it’s not like i had much of a choice. they were both screaming at the same time, and i could barely get dressed. i wasn’t sure i’d even make it here.”

trent’s eyes swept over her, from her frazzled expression to the co-ord set that clung to her figure in a way that made his breath hitch. “well, you look like you’re holding it together just fine,” he murmured, his lips quirking into a small smirk.

y/n shot him a dry look. “if by ‘holding it together’ you mean barely surviving, then sure.”

trent chuckled, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “you’re still the most stunning woman in the room, though.”

her cheeks flushed faintly, though she rolled her eyes to play it off. “don’t start, trent.”

his grin widened, but then his eyes caught the sight of the twins' jerseys—both with “daddy” and his number on the back. his expression softened as he adjusted the baby in his arms, kissing their head gently.

“look at my little fans,” he said, his pride evident. “but wait…” he glanced back at y/n, feigning mock disappointment. “you’re not wearing my shirt, though.”

she raised a brow, leaning forward slightly. “i’m getting too old for that, trent.”

he smirked, stepping closer and tilting her chin up with his free hand. “last i checked, you have our last name, mrs. alexander-arnold.”

her lips twitched, fighting a smile. “oh, so now you’re keeping tabs on me?”

“always,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her. it was soft and lingering, his way of grounding her amidst the chaos. when he pulled back, he pressed his forehead against hers. “you’re my whole world, y’know that?”

“you’re corny,” she whispered, though her voice wavered with emotion. “but i’ll allow it.”

trent chuckled, pulling back to settle into the chair beside her. with one twin in his lap and the other nestled against his chest, he glanced at y/n. “you did amazing today, love. but let me take over now. you’ve earned a break.”

as he rocked the babies gently, their cries subsiding in his arms, y/n finally allowed herself to relax. she leaned against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut for the briefest moment. even in her exhaustion, she couldn’t help but think how lucky she was—chaos and all.

trent was in the kitchen, bouncing one of the babies gently in his arms while the other cooed happily from the swing nearby. y/n stood at the counter, sipping her tea and stealing glances at the sight before her—trent, in sweatpants and a t-shirt, completely in his element as a dad. her heart melted at how natural he looked, cradling their child like it was the most effortless thing in the world.

“hey,” trent called out, his grin wide as he turned to face her. “got a question for you, baby.”

she raised an eyebrow, amused by the sudden theatrics in his tone. “oh? what’s that?”

he carefully set the baby down in the swing beside their sibling, making sure they were snug and content before dramatically dropping to one knee.

“y/n alexander-arnold,” he began, his voice dripping with exaggerated sincerity. “will you do me the honor of marrying me… again?”

y/n blinked, her cup of tea frozen halfway to her lips. “what are you on about, trent?”

“just answer the question, yeah?” he smirked, clearly enjoying himself.

she rolled her eyes, biting back a laugh. “i am married to you, you dork.”

“yeah, but this is different.” he gestured to the twins. “look at them. you gave me these perfect little humans, and every day i see you with them, i fall even more in love with you. i swear, i could write shakespearean sonnets about how in love i am with you.”

her cheeks flushed instantly, and she narrowed her eyes at him, trying to mask how easily he could fluster her. “oh, don’t you start.”

“it’s true, baby,” he continued, milking the moment as he leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? nah, you’re better. less sweaty.”

y/n snorted, shaking her head. “you’re impossible.”

“nope, just obsessed with my wife,” he said, his grin widening.

she stepped closer, placing her hands on her hips as she gave him a mock-serious look. “tell me the truth. is this another ploy to get another kid out of me? because if it is, forget it.”

trent gasped, feigning offense. “how dare you accuse me of such a thing? this is about love, y/n. romance. pure devotion!”

she laughed, unable to stop herself. “pure devotion, my foot. you’re just trying to fill this house with as many kids as possible.”

“well,” he said, standing and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close, “can you blame me? look at us. we make masterpieces.”

her blush deepened, but she rolled her eyes, trying to play it cool. “stop it, trent.”

“never,” he said, leaning down to kiss her softly.

as he pulled back, he grinned at her, his brown eyes warm and full of mischief. “so… is that a yes? will you marry me again?”

she pretended to consider it, tapping her chin. “hmm, fine. but only if you promise not to write any actual sonnets.”

trent chuckled, pressing another quick kiss to her lips. “deal. but just so you know, if i ever write one, it’ll be an absolute banger.”

y/n laughed, resting her forehead against his chest as their shared joy filled the room—and the sound of one of the twins gurgling nearby was the perfect harmony to their happiness.

it was late, the kind of quiet that only came when the babies were finally asleep. y/n and trent stood by the doorway to the nursery, their gazes fixed on the two tiny cribs. he had his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, and she leaned into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.

“they’re finally sleeping through the night,” she whispered, her voice filled with both relief and pride.

trent chuckled softly, his lips brushing her temple. “yeah, our little miracles. strong, just like their mum.”

she smiled at his words, her fingers tightening briefly around his. they stood there for a few more moments before she turned, taking his hand to lead him back to their bedroom.

inside, the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the space, casting warm, golden hues across the room. trent moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes following her as she walked to the dresser, hesitating for a moment.

“you okay?” his voice was gentle, careful.

she turned to face him, her hands nervously clasped in front of her. “i’m more than okay,” she said softly. “i just… i think i’m ready now.”

his brow furrowed slightly in confusion before her words fully registered. she saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by something softer, warmer. “are you sure?” he asked, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

she nodded, taking a deep breath. “i’m sure, trent. you’ve been so patient, so kind… i want this. i want you.”

her hands moved to untie the robe she was wearing, the silky fabric slipping off her shoulders and cascading to the floor. she stood there, her heart pounding as she watched his reaction.

trent’s gaze swept over her, unhurried and full of reverence. his jaw clenched slightly as if holding back the flood of emotions that threatened to spill over. “you’re… god, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe.

she felt her cheeks flush under his gaze, but this time, there was no hesitation. she stepped closer, and he reached out, his hands finding her waist and gently pulling her to stand between his knees.

“come here,” he whispered, his voice low and tender.

she leaned down, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft at first, tentative. but as her fingers found their way into his curls and his hands roamed up her back, the kiss deepened, filled with all the longing they’d both carried for weeks.

trent’s lips left hers, trailing kisses down her jaw, her neck, stopping to murmur against her skin, “tell me if you want me to stop. any time, yeah?”

she nodded, her voice breathless. “i don’t want you to stop.”

he laid her down on the bed with a gentleness that made her chest ache, his hands brushing over her skin like she was something precious. “you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips pressing kisses along her collarbone, down to the soft swell of her stomach.

she reached for him, her fingers brushing his cheek as she looked into his eyes. “i love you,” she said, her voice trembling with the weight of her feelings.

“i love you, too,” he replied, his voice steady but filled with raw emotion. “more than you’ll ever know.”

he took his time with her, making sure she felt cherished with every kiss, every touch. he murmured reassurances against her skin, his words wrapping around her like a cocoon.

when he finally looked up at her, his eyes searching hers, she nodded, her voice soft but resolute. “i’m ready.”

and as they came together, it wasn’t just about physical closeness—it was a healing, a reclaiming of all the love they’d always had but hadn’t been able to fully express. in his arms, she felt safe, adored, and whole.

later, as they lay tangled together in the quiet, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “you’re everything to me, y/n. always.”

she smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “and you’re everything to me.”

in that moment, with the world outside fading away, they were simply them—two people who loved each other fiercely, finding their way back to one another.

the morning light poured into their living room, bathing the space in a gentle glow. trent was preparing for an early kick-off, moving around the house with a mix of excitement and the usual pre-match focus. y/n, still a bit bleary-eyed from the late-night feedings, watched him from the kitchen, cradling one of the twins while the other rested comfortably in the swing.

he caught her eye and smiled, his heart swelling at the sight of her. she looked lovely in his oversized liverpool top, her hair slightly tousled, a soft glow about her that took his breath away. he leaned down to kiss the baby on her hip, then pressed a lingering kiss to y/n’s lips, both of them savoring the quiet moment. “i’ll see you both after the game,” he murmured, trying to memorize every detail of her face.

“go make us proud,” she teased, her voice soft yet full of warmth.

as he left for the match, y/n felt a twinge of loneliness settle in her chest. the house felt quiet without him, but she pushed the feeling aside, determined to make the most of the morning with the twins.

after they were settled in their swings, y/n got a spark of inspiration. she quickly dressed the twins in matching red liverpool onesies, their tiny forms looking adorable in the team colors. with her phone in hand, she snapped a picture of the three of them—herself in trent’s shirt, the twins dressed up, all smiles and giggles. she sent the photo to trent with a simple message: surprise! we’re ready to cheer for you!

when trent received the message, he couldn’t help but pause. his heart melted as he saw y/n’s familiar smile, the twins' tiny bodies decked out in their little liverpool kits. it was an unexpected yet heartwarming moment that fueled his adrenaline as he prepared to step onto the pitch. “look at them!” he said to mo, who chuckled at his friend’s obvious affection. “they’re perfect.”

the match kicked off, and y/n had the volume low, but the excitement in the air was palpable. she rocked the twins gently in their swings, occasionally glancing up at the TV to catch sight of trent in action. each time the camera panned to him, her heart raced, filled with pride and love.

then, the moment came. trent scored a stunning goal, and in an instinctive, playful move, he tucked the ball under his shirt, mimicking the shape of a baby bump. y/n’s heart soared, her joy spilling over as she cheered quietly for him, the twins cooing in response, almost as if they understood their dad was doing something extraordinary.

back home, she celebrated softly, cheering silently, watching the game unfold as the twins waved their tiny fists, their faces full of wonder. as the game concluded with a triumphant win for liverpool, y/n felt a wave of excitement wash over her.

when trent finally walked through the door, she was already waiting for him, the monitor clipped to her hip, the twins sleeping peacefully. as soon as she saw him, she rushed into his arms, feeling his warmth envelop her.

“missed you,” he murmured, holding her tightly.

“we missed you, too,” she replied, her voice slightly muffled against his chest. “you were incredible out there!”

he grinned, brushing his thumb over her cheek, looking past her to see the twins peacefully sleeping in their cribs. “all i could think about was coming home to you three.”

her smile widened as she took a step back, excitement bubbling within her. “oh, and look what you missed while you were gone!” she said, motioning toward the twins.

when he saw the matching onesies, his heart leapt. “you dressed them up for me?”

“they were just too cute not to,” she replied, her eyes sparkling.

“this is the best surprise ever,” he said, his voice thick with emotion as he bent down to kiss the twins gently on their foreheads. “you guys look amazing.”

y/n laughed softly, the tears of joy brimming in her eyes as she watched him, his heart full as he adored their children. she stepped closer to him, brushing her fingers against his arm. “you’re an incredible dad, you know that?”

“and you’re a superhero, y/n. i don’t know how you do it all,” he said, his gaze sincere.

“i do it for you, for us,” she said, her heart swelling with love. “i didn’t think i could love anything more until i met them.”

he smiled, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. “i love you even more now. you’re everything to me.”

he leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, feeling the warmth of their connection, their family. when they finally pulled away, the twins stirred slightly in their cribs, and they exchanged a knowing look filled with love.

“let’s scoop them up,” y/n suggested softly, and they moved together, each cradling one of their babies, feeling the joy and completeness of their family. as they stood together in their home, everything felt right, perfect, and whole.

EPILOGUE

the sun was shining brightly over the pitch, illuminating the joyous scene unfolding before everyone. rowan and tatum, now nearly one, were decked out in their new season kits, tiny versions of trent’s uniform, complete with “daddy” emblazoned on the back above his number. y/n could hardly believe how fast they had grown, each of them wobbly on their little feet, taking tentative steps as they practiced walking across the grass.

the laughter of family echoed around the pitch, a beautiful backdrop to the sight of their children teetering and giggling as they tried to keep their balance. y/n’s heart swelled with love as she watched trent, kneeling on the ground, encouraging rowan to take another step. he had that look on his face—the one that said he would do anything for his little family.

“come on, baby girl! you’ve got this!” he cheered, clapping his hands. rowan looked up at him with wide eyes, a beaming smile splitting her face as she took another shaky step toward him. y/n could see the pride radiating from trent, his eyes shining with a love so deep it almost felt tangible.

“you can do it, rowan!” y/n called out, her voice filled with encouragement.

tatum, not one to be left out, followed closely behind, his tiny legs moving as quickly as they could manage. “go, tatum, go!” y/n laughed, clapping her hands in delight.

the entire family was there, a blend of laughter and excitement that enveloped the pitch. marcel and malik were on the sidelines, sharing smiles and proud glances as they watched their grandkids embrace the field. y/n’s mom was nearby, her heart swelling with pride as she cheered for the babies, while trent’s parents beamed, their joy evident as they watched their son thrive in this new role.

“this is everything,” y/n whispered to herself, feeling overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment. she turned to trent, who had gotten to his feet and was now holding both rowan and tatum in his arms, their little bodies nestled against him. “look at our little family,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

“i still can’t believe how much they’ve changed us,” trent replied, his gaze soft as he looked at his children. “they’ve altered my heart in ways i couldn’t have ever imagined. loving them, loving you… it’s a whole new level of happiness.”

y/n chuckled, rolling her eyes playfully. “you sound like you want to add more to the chaos.”

“well, you know…” he began, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. “i was just thinking, maybe we could start talking about baby number three?”

y/n shot him a playful glare, her hands on her hips. “no way, mister. we have our hands full as it is!”

“just think about it,” he said, raising his eyebrows in that charming way he had. “i mean, we’re doing pretty well, and they’re so cute. imagine having another one to keep us on our toes!”

“not happening,” she laughed, but there was a twinkle in her eye that hinted at her uncertainty.

trent leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “okay, okay. but when you’re ready, i’ll be right here, ready to take on the challenge.”

the moment was rich with love and promise, and as they stood there, surrounded by family, y/n couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through her. they had built something beautiful together, and while life with twins was a whirlwind, it was their whirlwind—one that would always be filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

as rowan and tatum took their first few steps together, the world around them faded, and for a brief moment, it was just y/n, trent, and their little family. there was a future ahead, full of uncertainty but also infinite love. the chapter they had written was only just the beginning.

they sat side by side on the soft, green grass, the sun casting a warm glow over their little patch of paradise. trent had an arm draped casually over y/n’s shoulders, pulling her close as they watched rowan and tatum playing together. the twins were giggling, their laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody, as they chased each other, wobbling on unsteady legs.

“i still can’t believe they’re walking,” y/n murmured, a sense of disbelief lacing her voice. she felt a swell of pride as rowan took another hesitant step toward trent, her tiny hands reaching out for balance. “it feels like just yesterday they were in my arms.”

“time flies, doesn’t it?” trent replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he glanced down at y/n, his eyes sparkling with adoration. “every day they surprise me more. i mean, look at them. they’re growing up so fast.”

y/n nodded, her gaze drifting back to the twins. rowan stumbled, falling onto her bottom with a soft thud, and tatum burst into a fit of giggles, clearly amused by his sister’s tumble. trent chuckled at the sight, his heart swelling as he observed their innocent antics.

“i wouldn’t change a thing,” he said, turning to y/n, his expression earnest. “these moments… they’re everything. i can’t believe how lucky we are.”

y/n felt her heart skip at his words, and she leaned into him, relishing the warmth of his body against hers. “i always wanted a family, but this—” she gestured toward their children, who were now trying to get back on their feet, “—this is more than i ever imagined. it’s like a dream.”

trent brushed his fingers through her hair, tucking a loose braid behind her ear. “and to think we started with just us. look how far we’ve come.” his eyes softened as he reminisced. “from late-night talks to diaper changes and tantrums… it’s a wild ride, but i wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.”

y/n smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. “you really do make it all easier, you know? through the sleepless nights and everything.” she glanced at him, her expression playful. “even when you steal the covers.”

“hey, i can’t help it if i’m a cover hog,” he shot back, grinning. “but seriously, we’re in this together, every step of the way. and if i have to give up my half of the bed for a little while longer, then so be it.”

“i appreciate that,” y/n laughed, shaking her head. she looked back at their children, who were now holding onto each other for support, their eyes wide with excitement as they took tentative steps. “they’re such a perfect mix of us.”

“i know,” trent said, his voice brimming with pride. “i see so much of you in rowan and everything i love about myself in tatum. it’s like we’ve created little versions of us, and it blows my mind.”

“we really did,” y/n agreed, her voice softening as she watched the twins, a swell of love filling her chest. “and i can’t wait to see what kind of people they become. they’re already so full of life and personality.”

the sun began to set in the distance, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over their little family. trent turned his gaze to y/n, a thoughtful look crossing his features. “you know, one day they’ll be running around like this on their own, and we’ll be sitting here reminiscing about all the chaos that brought us to this moment.”

“and you’ll probably still be stealing the covers,” y/n teased, nudging him playfully with her shoulder.

“only if you keep hogging the pillows,” he countered with a laugh, and they both fell into a comfortable silence, watching their children with hearts full of love and anticipation for the future.

in that moment, nestled together on the grass, they knew that whatever lay ahead—sleepless nights, tantrums, and all—they would face it as a team. together.

© PDRIESTA 2024

[jadeshifting]

★⋆. HUNTER LOG 001

( tracking the paranormal and definitively weird in my SUPERNATURAL DR. )

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HUNTER LOG (aka BUNNY’S JOURNAL) ( me, hi )

— DATE: who even knows anymore? somewhere between Tuesday and the apocalypse

— LOCATION: some creepy backwater in Indiana. (population: 100-ish. vibes: rotten.)

— HUNT TYPE: something that goes bump and bites. maybe a ghoul? or a really cranky Wendigo? TBD.

★⋆. — THE SETUP

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we rolled into town on fumes—both the Impala and our collective sanity. Dean grumbled about gas prices (“highway robbery!”), while Sam pulled up the latest weird in the area: disappearances, mutilated bodies, and one sheriff who conveniently decided everything was “wild animal attacks.” okay, Jan. classic small-town cover-up, and not even remotely convincing

the local diner (my pick, obviously) was all wood-paneled charm, but the food tasted like cardboard soaked in regret. i ordered pancakes anyway in the interest of priorities. Dean interrogated the waitress with his usual gruff charm, while Sam scanned the room like a hyper-vigilant border collie. i was preoccupied watching a suspicious guy at the counter absently tear his napkin into shreds. he had that “i know something I’m not telling” look.

“Napkin Guy is hiding something,” I whispered to Sam.

“Or he’s just nervous,” Sam said, not looking up from his laptop.

Dean chimed in, “yeah, or maybe he’s terrified of your teeth necklace, Bunny.”

rude. (but maybe fair?)

★⋆. — THE INVESTIGATION

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after thoroughly spooking the waitress and snagging some intel, we split up. Sam hit the library because he thrives in places where everyone whispers. Dean, of course, made a beeline for the sheriff’s office to flash his FBI badge and grumble at authority figures. i strolled through town, doing my best “innocent drifter” routine

turns out, small towns spill their secrets if you act weird enough. i chatted up an old woman on her porch who claimed her dog went missing after barking at the woods. the vibe was creepy, but inconclusive. then I found a “missing person” flyer tacked to a telephone pole and pocketed it. (collector-gatherer instincts—don’t judge me.)

by the time we regrouped at the motel, Sam had found lore about a local legend—a creature called the Red Maw that allegedly snatches people during harvest season. Dean had sweet-talked his way into getting some police reports (a.k.a. stolen them). the bodies? mangled beyond recognition, with bits missing. gross, but kinda cool.

tarot time !! i laid out the cards on the crappy motel room bed while Dean looked over my shoulder, pretending unconvincingly that he wasn’t interested. the Moon, Death, and the Tower. not bad

“it’s in the woods,” i said confidently

Dean snorted. “because your cards told you that?”

Sam was already halfway out the door, because at least he had a modicum of faith in my abilities

★⋆. — THE HUNT

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the woods were textbook creepy: dense trees, low-hanging fog, and that kind of silence that feels heavy, like the earth’s holding its breath. Dean took point with his shotgun, while Sam carried the lore-approved silver blade. i’m kind of the inventor of improvising, and i had salt, iron, and a blessed charm bracelet I made from motel keychains. effective? the boys didn’t believe it, but i think so. cute? definitely.

it didn’t take long to find the den—a hollowed-out old tree stuffed with bones. human bones. great. i pocketed a tooth for my collection (don’t @ me). Dean muttered something about “every horror movie ever,” while Sam crouched to examine some claw marks

then we heard it—a low, guttural growl

“stay back,” Sam said, the most concerned person i’ve ever known

naturally, i didn’t listen. the Red Maw burst out of the brush, all sinew and teeth, looking like it crawled straight out of someone’s nightmares. Dean fired first, silver buckshot ripping into its shoulder, but the thing didn’t even flinch

it lunged at Sam, who swung his blade at it. meanwhile, i did what i do best: improvised. i tossed salt at its face, and even if it didn’t do much more than distract the thing, it made me feel involved

the real MVP? Sam. he managed to stab the creature straight through the heart with his silver blade, and it collapsed in a massive heap of blood and bad vibes

Dean clapped him on the back. “nice work, Sammy.”

i added, “yeah, my distraction totally worked !!”

i’ve literally never seen Dean roll his eyes that hard

★⋆. — THE AFTERMATH

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we burned the body because, well, that’s what you do.

back at the motel, we celebrated with burgers and pie—Dean’s treat, which he pretended wasn’t a big deal but totally was. Sam turned his attention to me while we were both brushing salt out of our jackets

“good call on the woods,” he said, and those big brown eyes of his practically melted me

i shrugged, trying to play it cool. “it’s the cards. they never lie.”

he smiled, that soft, Sam Winchester kind of smile, and for a second, the whole hunter life didn’t feel so heavy

★⋆. — NOTES FOR NEXT TIME

1. Dean should really let me drive.

2. Sam looks ridiculously good wielding a silver blade (noted for personal reasons.)

3. the Red Maw was terrifying, but its teeth are going to make a killer necklace

— Bunny

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[yanderejustforyou]

Burning Ice

notes: you already know babygirl inspired

The sun was setting outside the glass windows of your penthouse, but it was the cold inside the room that made your skin prickle. The space was sleek, modern, but it was the man sitting across from you that seemed to command it. Todoroki Shoto. Half ice, half flame. And, somehow, both were present in the quiet air between you two.

You had known Todoroki for years now. His quiet, reserved nature was a constant, yet there was a wildness to him that you had always noticed, just beneath the surface. Something that burned, something that could melt everything in its path.

Todoroki sat opposite you, his legs casually spread, leaning back in the leather chair. His mismatched eyes studied you with the precision of someone who knew exactly what to expect, and yet was always watching for any sign of weakness. His presence, like his quirk, was both soothing and dangerous. You felt it in the way the room shifted when he was near.

“You’ve been distracted lately,” Todoroki said, his voice low, almost too casual, but there was something in his tone that made the words feel like a challenge.

You couldn’t help the slight frown that tugged at your lips. “I’m fine,” you said, dismissing his observation. But he wasn’t fooled. He never was.

“I’m not sure you are,” Todoroki replied, his gaze unwavering, like a predator sizing up its prey. The way his icy half shimmered, contrasted with the fire in his eyes, unsettled you, but you couldn’t look away.

“Stop playing games, Todoroki,” you muttered, but there was no heat behind your words. It felt like he always had this ability to make you feel... small, vulnerable, without even trying.

His lips curled into the faintest smile, and you knew he’d heard the unspoken challenge in your words.

“I’m not playing any games,” he said, his voice just a little colder now. “But you are.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His gaze flickered down to your hands on the table, fingers curling slightly, a sign of your tension. He leaned forward, his tone changing ever so slightly, becoming more deliberate, more... controlled.

“You’ve been trying to control everything, [Y/N],” Todoroki said, each word deliberate, calculated. “But we both know you can’t always be in control.”

You wanted to snap back at him, to regain the upper hand. But there was something in his gaze that made it hard to form the words. Todoroki wasn’t like the others you’d dealt with. He wasn’t interested in petty arguments or challenges. He was interested in you, in breaking down the walls you built around yourself, in stripping you bare—not physically, but emotionally, mentally.

Todoroki’s eyes never left yours, and with each passing second, you could feel the weight of his gaze pushing you down, forcing you to acknowledge something deep inside yourself that you didn’t want to admit.

“You can’t always be the one in charge, you know,” Todoroki repeated, his tone even more pointed now. “It’s okay to let someone else take the reins every once in a while.”

There was a long silence, but it was thick, filled with the tension you could no longer ignore. He was testing you. Pushing you to see just how much control you really had over yourself.

You took a slow breath, trying to maintain your composure. “I don’t need you to tell me how to run my life, Todoroki,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, but there was a tremor in it that you couldn’t hide.

Todoroki’s lips curled into a sly smile, and he slowly stood from his chair, walking toward you with a confident, almost predatory grace. “I think you do,” he said softly, the words brushing against your ear as he leaned down to get closer. “I think you need someone who isn’t afraid to take control. Someone who can make you feel things you’d rather ignore.”

His breath was hot against your ear, his voice like fire. You could feel your pulse quicken, the space between you two narrowing until there was barely any room for air.

“I’ve been watching you,” Todoroki murmured. “I’ve been watching you control everything. Everyone. But you can’t control me, [Y/N]. Not in the way you think. Not in this.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Something in the way Todoroki said it made you feel like you were being slowly, methodically undressed—emotionally, mentally. It wasn’t his quirk that had the power to freeze you; it was the way he saw right through you, saw the cracks in your walls, and didn’t flinch.

“I could break you,” Todoroki said, his voice calm, yet laden with an unmistakable edge of something darker. “But I won’t. Not if you want to fight it.” He paused, watching you with a gaze that made your skin flush despite yourself. “But if you do want to fight it, it’s going to hurt.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t a conversation anymore—it was a challenge. A challenge that you didn’t want to back down from, but you knew the consequences. Todoroki didn’t play by the rules, and you had to admit, you didn’t want him to.

Instead of backing away, you leaned forward slightly, your eyes locking with his, defiance flickering in the depths of your gaze. You weren’t about to let him control you—at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“I don’t need your approval,” you said, but even as the words left your lips, you felt a part of you that wanted to take them back. Wanted to feel what it was like to be undone, to have him break down the fortress you’d spent so long building.

Todoroki didn’t respond right away. Instead, his fingers brushed the side of your cheek, a soft touch that contrasted with the weight of his presence. “No,” he said quietly, his voice somehow both tender and harsh at once. “You need to let go, [Y/N]. You need this.”

You wanted to argue, to fight back. But the truth was, you were already unraveling.

“I think you’re already halfway there,” Todoroki said, his smile returning, predatory and confident. “You just don’t know it yet.”

It was a slow, gradual thing. First, his hand moved to the back of your neck, his fingers gentle, but firm. The pressure was enough to make you swallow, your breath uneven as your body betrayed you.

“Relax,” Todoroki murmured, the command so simple, yet so intense that you had no choice but to obey. Your body went limp in his grip, the fight within you fading, piece by piece.

“You’ve been holding everything in for so long,” he continued, his voice now smooth and even. “It’s time you let someone else take care of it. Time you let someone else control it.”

You wanted to resist. You wanted to fight it. But as his fingers tightened just slightly on the back of your neck, you realized that you didn’t want to fight it. You wanted to feel everything he was offering, to be caught in the fire and ice that was Todoroki.

Todoroki’s grip on you shifted, pulling you closer, forcing you to face him fully. His eyes bore into you with a mixture of fire and cold, as if daring you to admit what you already knew.

“You’re mine, [Y/N],” Todoroki whispered. “And you’ll learn to like it.”

And in that moment, you knew he was right.

[ghostlycleric]

It’s really really interesting that they left El’s feelings to be resolved in season 5.

The last time we hear about El’s feelings towards Mike it’s in her letter: “I have gone to become a superhero again. From, El”. That is quite literally El saying she doesn’t love Mike anymore.

She considers writing love to be the bare minimum. “You can’t even write it, Mike.” She thought Mike not saying or writing it meant he didn’t love her anymore. So, she stopped writing it too. While it wasn’t necessarily a breakup letter, that was her telling Mike that she is done waiting for him.

That would’ve immediately lead to their breakup if it weren’t for Will. (That’s why she doesn’t even try to kiss him during their reunion in the desert.) Will talked Mike into giving that monologue, Will lied about who had his feelings. The same feelings that Mike was reassured by and called back to in his monologue to El. The relationship we’ll see Mike and El in at the beginning of season 5 will be built on a lie.

How long this lie lasts is mainly based on the painting, but also on El herself.

Will’s feelings are solidified. Mike’s seem solidified. El’s are unconfirmed. (But, last we saw it seemed she’d lost feelings.) We never see how she responds to the monologue, but we do know some things about after it.

She’s distant. Will has reason to believe that Mike and El haven’t talked at all since the monologue. He asks Mike, kind of timidly, “has she talked to you at all?” and Mike says “not much”. He then reveals that they talked about the supernatural stuff, about her loss. We don’t hear anything about the state of their relationship.

They choose to have Mike and Will have another heart to heart at the end of the season instead of Mike and El. They choose to have El walk out on that hill independently with Mike staying by Will’s side behind her.

I don’t think they’ll pull an off camera breakup for them. But, we saw from how El acted in the desert reunion that she won’t be hostile to Mike after a mature breakup. In the pizza place right before the monologue, she holds his hands and appears to be trying to gently tell him something. I’ve never gotten anything but breakup vibes from that moment. They get interrupted, then the monologue happens. If they didn’t let it get interrupted, Mike and El would’ve broken up.

They’re set up to start yet another season with a rocky relationship built on a lie and an I love you. We saw from the way seasons 3 and 4 happened, that is a recipe for disaster.

I can’t wait to see how they decide to reveal El’s feelings and the painting. In what order? How? How long do Mike and El stay together? How does Will react? How does Mike react? How does El react? There’s so much volume in this love triangle it’s insane.

[puhpandas]

listen hw2 was fun and all when it came out but god am I glad that we have other stuff going on now and that it's not the most recent relevant thing to talk about bc. jesus was it frustrating when it came out

[tinyfantasminha]

👍

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[oozeandgoo-art]

had an odd dream that i was reading a comic book. sketched a couple of the pages i could remember.

[snobwhimsicality]

hello chat i am going to be a hater in tags for a moment (jst finished natlan act IV)

[sysig]

I remember this game (Patreon)