#but you know how difficult it is to get 3-5 adults together for one night lmao

[vonlipvig]

oh, it's that time of the year, time for

🗝️ Escape Room Wrapped 2023 🗝️

This year:

You went to 10 escape rooms, and got out of 10 of them. Good for you!

Out of all of those, only 1 was a horror-themed room. Spooky! (but you still got scared plenty in non-horror rooms, you silly head, you!)

You asked for many hints. All good, part of the game!

You teamed up with 7 different friends. Many brains are better than one!

Your biggest team was made out of 6 people, and your smallest, out of 3. Which worked better?

You got handcuffed once. Always a good time, huh.

Your favorite franchises were Escape Games and El Acertijo. You went to 3 of their rooms. Say thank you!

Your favorite room was Paraná Airlines (PLANE THEMED ROOM, WITH THE COOLEST ENDING)

Your least favorite room was La Condena de los Inocentes (Lawyer's office themed? Kind of a lame theme and pretty forgettable, except for that REALLY fun scare that got us good)

You acted the fool in all of them. Because of course you did!

To many more enigmas solved in 2024! 🗝️

[theyarebothgunshot]

Your tag under this post here so true. Also the post itself. I'm always having a blast when everyone is joined in the craziness, but at the same time I'm always exhausted afterwards 😆

lmao yes so true, it is chaotic in the best way hfdhhsf but i finally have time to freak out some more after being a "responsible adult" all day......

it's been a while since i have done a compilation like this but i dont wanna clog the dash and it's all about the same thing so here we goooo

Jensen did everything in his power to stomp the J*2 narrative into dust this weekend. Love that journey for him!

listen, i am not one to be petty (lol okay sometimes i am, ngl) but.... the difference was SO stark this time, it has to be said

I was obviously hoping for some good cockles content this con, but this has exceeded everything I could have thought of lol. Amazing.

my expectations were pretty managed after we got interrupted so early last time, but this indeed exeeded everything!!

Gonna have a difficult week... And difficult four months until I leave work... But I'm so hyped but today's Cockles nothing's gonna stop me - tea anon

i'm sorry you are gonna face some hard times <3 you know i am here when you want to talk! thankfully jenmish gave us enough seretonin for a life time hdgfhdg

First we get Mish. Dee. Now we have Jensen, Danneel and their boyfriend Misha. Truly could not have predicted them being *that* unhinged but I do love to see it! Going to need about 10 business days to process it all though lmaoooo - Honeymoon Anon

you and me both!!

The thing is, there is absolutely no reason for them to act like that, none. like, can you imagine jensen making that kind of jokes toward jp lmaoooo he'd rather unalive himself💀 but then again, misha is his close friend so , what's the difference hmmm🫠 they are driving me insane Rose

*kermit nodding gif* yeah..... it is a lot lmfaooo

“tell jensen i mentioned him first”

twitter.com/misskittybsdc/status/1630013886844764160?s=46&t=oQYacDuBE2cwV9RJV-7UJg

they wanna score points with the big boss ghdhgh

Rose it's 5 am and I haven't slept yet and I am so not normal about this. I have been around a lot of JIBs so I knew what was coming. Yet, I still am so overwhelmed by everything that happened. I have watched the cockles panel twice by now. Some scenes I have definitely watched more than 20 times. I have perceived more and more details every time I rewind. Jensen Ackles butt wiggling. Him winking at Misha. That weird expression on his face when he made a wish. The movement of chairs, which is, of course - as it always is every JIB - closer together. The weird non-improvisation of the improvisation. Daniela coming in with the CW sniper in the form of a birthday cake to stop Jensen coming out as Misha Collins' boyfriend. Not to mention all the other big things that happened. Canary? Kissing Misha? When in Rome??? The preparation of Misha's 50th birthday party. Misha and Jensen playing an European puppet show with Misha shouting "Dieter I love you! Kiss me Dieter". Rose. Jensen said Misha is Danneel's boyfriend. Jensen said Misha is his boyfriend. The underbear and straddlegate have walked so that this Jibcon panel could run. How am I supposed to sleep? I am not even attending a convetion yet the convention high is keeping me restless. I feel like I need a continuation. Like this was a series finale with a cliffhanger that needs to be resolved. Like there are things that need to come up so this can settle. I have been a cockles perceiver since years yet my patience is limited right now. I mean if I wait a day or two I know it will wear of. It always does. But the boyfriend will stay. Right here with us.

- anon anon (you know who I am)

ahhhhh i totally feel you!! i had to physically make myself go to bed last night because i had to get up early, but it took a LOT to finally go to bed and i slept poorly ngl hfgdhhg i hope you did manage to get some sleep though!! and oof. what a year yesterday was!!!

Also @ all the other anons, I remember you guys, too!!! ♥️ I don't know if you remember me though haha

- anon anon

ahww i'm sure they do!! <3

You Know what i have realised. This weekend have felt like a fan fic of dean and cas but instead of reading it i was watching it.

you're not wrong!!

Ok also at the end of angeles he glances at misha then suddenly stops playing and looks away sooooo bashful. Did you show too much jensen? Did you get nervous when you made eye contact???

👻anon

head in my fucking hands!!!!! jensen.... sweetie....... why sing that song huh????? answer quickly (also hiiii omg love seeing you in my inbox!!)

jensen singing angeles with misha there watching (and at some points singing directly to misha) seems like fanfic AND YET…

and yet..........

[krisrussel]

1, 4, 24, 30 for the fun asks

Thank you for the questions :)

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

TV shows are definitely high on that list. I grew up with Star Trek The Next Generation, The Pretender, Lois & Clark, Babylon 5,... I once told JMS (the creator of B5) at a con that B5 made me a better person as it shaped me as a young teen and taught me values I still uphold today. It's the same with all the other shows I watched during that time really.

My memory issues. Not that long ago I found out I don't just have a crappy memory, I actually have a condition called SDAM (Severely Deficient Autobiographical Memory). It's basically the opposite of people who can remember every single detail of their lives. I can't. My life is mostly an empty void. I know basic facts about my life, like where and when I met my partner, and where and when my child was born, but I don't actually remember it. And the few things I do have a memory of, I don't experience in first person view, but as a bystander, watching what happened instead of reliving it. It has definitely changed how I live and how important pictures and videos are to remember my own life.

My friends. I know it's corny, but friends are so important to me and even to this day, they still teach me new things. Chosen family is the best family.

4. what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

I know there are some. But they are usually a spur-of-the-moment thing and I can't really think of any, except for there's one with my partner where, when we're in the car, I act scared of a certain bridge and then he says "There's pianos on the ceiling." But yeah, that's a whole story...

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

I'm the worst at complimenting myself and seeing good things about myself. So this is a difficult one... ok, I think it's that I work as a Piping Designer (designing piping systems for industrial factories) after not even finishing high school. I had to double my year (again) and instead, my parents sent me to go work in a store and told me to quit school. Not long after my partner and I moved in together and I lost the store job. So I started going to night classes while doing temp jobs (no high school degree) and then decided to go to full-time adult school to get trained as a technical designer. So now, 20 years later, I have a high-ranking job with a great pay all while still not having a high-school diploma... So yeah, kinda proud of that and that I didn't listen to my parents, but did my own thing.

30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

Watching Enchanted. That movie helped me through a burnout. Whenever I need a pick-me-up, I turn it on and I almost instantly feel happy. It's so silly, but I don't think that will ever change. Obviously, there are also other things that insta-happy me, but Enchanted is the main one.

[erigold13261]

>>:3 enjoy my happy headcanons

1. Mystery man's real name is Martin but Tatiana calls him Marty McFly when the two are alone

2. Sayu crew owns an DDR mashine and Sofa has the highest score out of everyone

3. EX-Jay play D&D together and recently BJ2 joined in

4. You better believe Neon is little spoon! I mean look at his partners prime cuddle material

5. Mayday used a preppy, cheerleader type girl Mama went through a gothic lolita phase and J loved dressing like a Victorian gentleman... Let's just say they don't talk about it a lot today, except J because of course he would

6. West and Eve meet up for Just Dance and chill, it gets intense sometimes with how dedicated these two are

7. Yiruk, Kayne and Dew got into trouble for a prank involving duck tape, mentos and Soda but not in the you think it would

8. Dodo loves Ena! he even did a cosplay once maybe even commission Remi for some of his OC's

9. Yinu watches Samurai jack with Orange! They think it's fun! ( J not so much because of the amount of robot brutally destroyed in the show)

10. Zuke dreamed of having a late night talk show when he was younger, think something similar to Eric Andre

1). I feel like this is a reference that is going over my head. But cool headcanon! Not what I imagine Mystery Man's name to be, but a good one to have! Tatiana being silly my beloved

2). Sofa and Dodo just having dance-offs where Dodo puts too much effort in and ends up just dancing a random dance and not even hitting the right buttons while Sofa is expertly dancing and hitting every button perfectly every time.

3). Pft, what a bunch of losers /j. I can see Noa being a DM and he regrets it almost immediately as he now has like 3 murder hobos in his campaign.

4). I like the idea that Neon switches but is big spoon most often. Or at least he wants to be, it can't be comfortable to sleep on a metal arm wrapped around you. But same thing with being little spoon, it would be difficult with his head and body. Not to mention DJ is probably not the most touchy person, and even though Mama likes spooning, it is difficult with Neon's metal body.

They try to use blankets or something to soften the metal, but it just leads to Neon getting overheated and very paranoid/feeling trapped. Which is another thing that probably stops him from being little spoon a lot.

Like I LOVE the idea, but unfortunately it has to be a conscious and awake cuddle session for spooning to work, otherwise if any of them try to sleep/nap, it will just end up bad for someone. But Neon switching a lot and being little spoon every so often is a very nice thought that I love1

5). Hmmmm, not how I see them. I like Mama as a flowey, pastel colored skirts and dresses kind of girl. And Mayday I could see going through a goth phase more than a preppy girl phase.

HOWEVER. Mayday trying to fit in and make friends so she pretends to be a preppy cheerleader kind of girl is something I see happening. It didn't make her happy but it got her some friends (who were fake but at least she wasn't alone).

For Mama, I can see her always wanting to try gothic lolita fashion (and for those who don't know lolita is a legit fashion and is different from lolis or lolicons) as it is super pretty and cute, but never having enough money for it growing up and then feeling too old to ever try it once she was an adult. I can see her finally getting to live her dream one day for a Halloween party where she dresses up in lolita fashion (and then does so more regularly every so often for fun).

As for Neon, yeah. I can see him going through a phase like that for fun. Especially if he and Martha were dressing up together. He hasn't dressed up like that for a while until Carna wanted to be a kind of Victorian noble person for Halloween one year which sparked Neon to try and wear more outfits like that at times. Especially if Carna was also dressing up to go out so fea wasn't alone in looking dapper.

6). I'm so sorry but "just dance and chill" made me think of netflix and chill lol! Those two would not be doing THAT hahah. But no, I can see them dancing together for exercise and to just bond.

7). Okay, at first I'm thinking they made a makeshift bomb (by accident, they were not thinking), but you said it's not what I think so hmm..... I can't think of anything other than taping a bunch of mentos into a duct tape ball.

8). Don't know much about ENA, but sure, I can see Dodo liking that media. Maybe even showing Eve since they both have split color designs or something like that.

9). Don't know if Maragold would like Samurai Jack all that much. Not because it was bad, but because Maragold wouldn't really be interested all that much. They would watch it with Yinu to be nice at least, and honestly I actually don't think Maragold would like the robot violence that much too. Carna would love the violence in the show but think some scenes are too slow and get bored with it too (I have seen very little Samurai Jack and it's been years so yeah, memory might be bad).

10). Also don't know anything about Eric Andre, so uh, yeah. I can see Zuke wanting to be a show host one day though! That seems like something Zuke would want to do at some point, but ended up growing out of that dream later down the line.

[nyappyforeverbr]

Interview: An Cafe × hévn Magazine vol.13 nº107 │Part #4

After 9 years, An Cafe is back on the cover of hévn magazine! The limited edition of issue 107 brings the members of An Cafe, who celebrate in 2023, the 20th anniversary of the beginning of activities! The magazine was released on September 30, 2022 and all copies have been sold (we do not know the number of copies that were produced). Veteran Visual-kei band Dolly is on the back cover. We bring here the translation of the magazine's main interview!

Text transcription and translation was performed by Cafekko Mandy

-How was traveling to the event? Miku: We went separately, but I wanted to soak in the twilight, so I stayed one more night and went back to Tokyo the day after the other members. I have 2 nights and 3 days.

-The day before, you posted a photo with Teruki-san on Twitter. Miku: The day before, while checking out the place, I went to the aquarium with Teruki. Also, I wanted to take advantage of hotel time.

-How do you spend your precious time? Miku: The day before, acquaintances invited me to dinner, but I wanted time to think about An Cafe, so after arriving at the hotel, I sat in my room for 4 hours and just thought about the concert the next day. So I left after 4 hours (laughs). Time goes by so fast so I want to savor it.

-And in a short time, January 2023 will mark the 20th anniversary of An Cafe. Teruki: Regarding the 20th anniversary, I think a lot of people heard us before the 20th anniversary, 10 years ago, 5 years ago, and before the hiatus. As Kanon-san said, after 5 or 10 years, fans' lives will be different. As you go through life, even if you are happy, there are times when things go wrong. For example, when I was bitter, I innocently liked fun things, but when I became an adult, the number of important things increased and the things I carried on my back also increased. In the midst of it all, I think there's also a feeling that I want to go back to the time when I listened to An Cafe 10 or 15 years ago, when I was laughing innocently with my shoulders relaxed. I hope our fans forget about their daily lives and return to the innocent feelings they had back then when listening to our music, I wonder if the 20th anniversary live has that kind of meaning.

-The concerts on January 5th and 6th will be very important for everyone, as everyone is looking forward to them. Teruki: Everyone has their own way of having fun, but these two days, we want them to have fun in a way that brings them back to what they were before, and we want to do that too. For those of you who have been exposed to An Cafe recently, I hope you can try An Cafe for just one day, and I definitely want you to check it out. And on the day of our 20th anniversary, for the five of us, the band that was stopped and we will make An Cafe live again, take the stage on the 5th, in that sense, I think it will be an important day. Miku-kun was alone as An Cafe, and we were able to get together again for the event, and I think everyone really enjoyed the concert in Osaka. I could feel the tension, but I could also feel how happy everyone was. We were apart for a while, but I think it's a really good connection that we can meet again like this. Thanks to the members, fans and staff. Even the members who hadn't been on stage for a while didn't feel lost at the June live, more than anything else, the positivity of the 5 members made the power of this band so great. I expect something like that from the 20th anniversary show. It gives us something strong, something positive, An Cafe exists within us, and it would be nice if we could continue to be this kind of band because of the love from the members and the fans.

-It's good to see a band like that. I think everyone's current feelings towards An Cafe will be conveyed on stage in January. Please let us know how excited you are about this show. Yuuki: It's a bit difficult, but for those who came to see it, I'd like to make a live that people can say "That was fun" after watching the show. I just want to get stronger. I gave up on my own and during that time I made my fans wait for several years without leaving anything to make it up to them, I would like to do something in those two days so that I can make it up to them. I want to make memories.

-And you Kanon? Kanon: It seems like there's a lot of time, but without you realizing it, in the blink of an eye it will be January. Since the schedule has already been decided, it would be nice if you can spend the time feeling excited leading up to the day of the event. I hope this question lifts everyone's spirits. I think there are people who will meet for the first time in a long time, like a class reunion, or even some fans in the same land who will meet again, so I hope people can enjoy things like that through An Cafe, which they weren't involved in. . We won't be able to participate in the reunion on the same ground as the fans who said "Ah, it's been a long time!" (laughs) I hope we can enjoy them even from outside now. Let's enjoy not only the live performance, but also the other parts besides the main part of the show!

-And you, takuya? takuya: Instead of thinking about the set list, we have to rehearse first!

-This time, there are many songs, so rehearsing is important. takuya: But I want to enjoy the live with an empty head. I think each of the cafekkos that come have their own feelings, I hope they can create fun and lasting memories.

-And you Miku? Miku: I compare a presentation live on a date. Although there are several bands, I want to make sure I don't lose to your boyfriend and I want to make the show a source of nourishment for myself as well. No matter what scene I do, I want to be a bestseller, practice well and not make mistakes, as takuya said, I want to be able to enjoy the moment with an empty head. We also thought it would be nice if we could savor the time in the studio and the time before we go on stage. -The surprise of 20 years, the weight is incredible. Miku: I'm not aware of that and I don't even feel like a veteran band. When I was little, I thought it was amazing to be an adult, but even when I became an adult, I was still a child at heart, and I think everyone acts with the thought that they have to act like an adult after accumulating experiences. Without thinking about the 20th anniversary, I want everyone to appreciate it with a pure heart. -Finally, send a message to Cafekko. Miku: All I can say is thanks for waiting. I can't move the band alone, and without Michiru-san, hévn-san and all the people involved, I don't think I could have made this comeback. I am filled with gratitude that everyone is by my side. And please look forward to January 5th and 6th. takuya: Since the bond was born through An Cafe, I would like to continue to value the members, staff and Cafekko who were involved. To repay these important people, I would like to do my best every day to do a good live on January 5th and 6th. Kanon: Just for this day, I want everyone, including us, to be kids again and have a lot of fun, so let's play together. Yuuki: I'm really happy to be able to perform live on January 5th and 6th. I think it's the same for fans who are having fun, so we'll do our best to entertain everyone, and when fans are having fun, we feel happy too, so let's share our happiness with each other. Because of everyone who supported us, we want to support you again. I would be happy if we could support each other in the future, so I look forward to working with you. Teruki: It's like everyone said, but then again, a band can't be made by one person, and a band can be made by the members, and besides, when it comes to live performances, it's only the band that can't do that, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the members and staff who wanted to move An Cafe and the cafekkos who waited for me, and express my regret that I cannot continue in 2019, I will do my best to play the drums so that the audience go home with the biggest smile on their face, typical of An Cafe. We hope to see you on the 5th and 6th of January. END

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

all of this for mortem caelorum. :3

Ask Game!

I cant believe you sent me 50 questions.

1. Describe their first date.

It wasn't really a date per se... more like hunting down a rogue vampire.. Anyway.

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

They both wake up late, they're night owls.

3. What was their first impression of each other?

As children or as adults? As children, Ajax looked up to Sulien. Sulien always found Ajax a bit childish, you know, until he wasn't.

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

Ajax mostly. Sulien doesn't really know how to handle relationships. He's a bit awkward and standoffish.

5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

Yes, mostly because of Sulien. They just have differing views of the world, that's just how it is.

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

Uhm. Intimacy...

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

Ajax says it frequently, Sulien only says it in return.

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

Sulien: He loves Ajax's smile. He also admires Ajax's ability to take things in stride.

Ajax: He loves Sulien's eyes. And he appreciates Sulien's devotion and dedication.

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

Ajax: Sulien is SO fucking stubborn.

Sulien: Not serious enough when he should be.

10. Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?

Chess and cooking (,: <3 they share other hobbies, but these they often partake in together.

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

Sulien isn't big on them, but they do fluster him, so Ajax uses them frequently. Ajax LOVES petnames, he wishes Sulien used them more often,,

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

Very independent, they're fine. Ajax will get a bit sad tho.

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

Write letters!

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

Sulien is VERY private, Ajax loves pda. Theyy try to find a balance..

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

Ruin - The Amazing Devil

16. Would they ever get matching tattoos? If yes, what would these look like?

They wouldn't lol

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

They're both AWFUL at communicating, it leads to a lot of misunderstandings.

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

Ajax will find the nearest doctor, he's very afraid, worried. Sulien will do his best to treat the wounds himself. Sulien is a huge baby when hes sick though lmao..

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Yeah Sulien will wear Ajax's clothes to bed, and Ajax steals Sulien's jewelry when he can

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

Ajax will hold Sulien and tell him it'll be okay. Sulien will try to solve the problem but ultimately hug him when hes upset. It works for them.

21. Do they enjoy domestic life?

Neither feels they deserve it.

22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?

Its a bit awkward at first, but eventually they find their rhythm.

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Childhood friends to enemies to reluctant allies to friends to lovers.

24. How do their personalities affect their relationship? Do their characteristics compliment each other, or clash often?

A bit of both, they both complement and clash. But they help each other look at other perspectives.

25. Do they share a room/house? If so, what does it look like and how does it compliment their personalities?

Ajax is just kinda freeloading in Sulien's room at Ohm's house lmaooo

26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?

They'd sacrifice anything for each other tbh but you didn't hear that from me.

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Sulien memorizes all the drinks and how Ajax likes them. Ajax always cooks for Sulien even though he can't taste the same way his lover can.

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

Ajax is better at it, but they do cook for each other yeah<3

29. Describe their nighttime routine.

They're usually out hunting, their work is best done at night!

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

Sulien, giving: Gifts, acts of services. He's well off and he'll show it for his love. He also likes feeling useful to his partner, do what Ajax might need. Sulien, receiving: Gifts, physical touch, words of affirmation. He likes physical shows of their love in the shape of presents and touch and verbal affirmation.

Ajax, giving: Gifts, physical touch. Also well off, loves to get Sulien the stupidest lil trinkets. AND HES CLINGYYYY Ajax, receiving: Physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time. Clingy. That's all.

So I think they work together well!

31. Do they often go out on dates? What are these like?

Not very, Sulien claims hes too busy (,: but Ajax will cook and bring food to Sulien at the museum to share in front of the exhibits...

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Both heavyweights!!!! Ajax less so though,,, hes very uhm. touchy... Sulien j kinda gives him water and puts him to bed

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Sulien sucks ass at flirting. Ajax is VERY BOLD.

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

Yeah, shit that makes no fucking sense. But also "Nice eye." "Thanks hows your arm?"

35. Is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

Kinda? Sulien's catholic guilt yk. Also gay.

36. How do they feel about having kids? Are they in agreement?

Ajax wants a family, he always has. But uhm well, its unlikely. They disagree on this topic.

37. Who’s more emotionally sensitive/cries more often?

Ajax lol

38. Who’s got a quicker temper?

They both do in different ways. Ajax's curse literally makes him more prone to rage and losing control. Sulien is just an aggressive person who likes to instigate.

39. When and how did they admit that they loved each other? If they haven’t yet, why?

Its so hard to admit. Its painful, you know? Their lives haven't been easy and they haven't been kind to each other. But Ajax is willing to say it anyways, even if its like poison to Sulien.

40. Do they have any regrets in their relationship?

Everything that happened in the past.

41. What would they do if they lost the other?

Its a very real possibility, they know this. But Ajax can't fathom it, he can't lose Sulien. Sulien is ready to lose everyone he loves, he has a duty, he HAS to press on. Even if his heart grows cold.

42. What’s their relationship like with each other’s friends/families?

Ohm doesn't like Ajax. Ajax's family always loved Sulien.

43. If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like?

Sulien would be in a suit. Ajax loves him in a suit!!!!! Ajax is decked out looking like a bloodborne hunter.

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

YES BECAUSE THIS GINGER WON'T LET HIM GOOOOOOO (Sulien secretly loves it, he snuggles closer)

45. How do they support each other? How do they rely on each others support?

They will always have each other's backs, in battle and out of it. That's how!

46. Do they consider their relationship casual or serious? Is the answer different depending on who you ask? Why?

Serious, answer is the same for both of em

47. Do they sleep beside each other? Why or why not?

Sulien sleeps partially pinned underneath Ajax.

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

No, because its scary. Ajax tries but Sulien doesn't want to hear it.

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

Yes.

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

Its possible but unlikely. Neither would handle it well, they'd both be fucking devastated.

[karmic-vibes]

Who Wants to Live Forever

5th and FINAL part to nurse Steve series!!

art credit: irlplasticlamb on twitter

cw: AIDS related illnesses, descriptions of death

wc: 2.6k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

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Eddie eventually got better and was released from the hospital a few days later, this time with a higher dose in his inhaler. He wasn’t allowed to lift or exert himself more than necessary, meaning Steve was left to care for the girls on his own. But he didn’t mind—as long as Eddie was getting better, then nothing else mattered.

A few months passed and, while proving more difficult than previous recoveries, Eddie’s lung was slowly healing. He still had to be careful when playing with his daughters, or how loud or fast he spoke when teaching, or even when him and Steve were having sex. He felt like he had to pay attention to every minute detail that revolved around him breathing more than usual.

One day, when Steve came home from work, he found Eddie relaxing on the couch with the girls. He plopped down next to him and showed him a text conversation between himself and Dustin.

“Go to the eye doctor, for fuck’s sake, Eds.”

“Never,” he mumbled while bringing the phone closer to his face.

“Never,” he mumbled while bringing the phone closer to his face.

“But something could be wrong with your brain. You know that,” he warned.

“My next doctor appointment is in a few weeks. I’ll bring it up, I promise.”

“Good. So, you wanna go?”

Dustin had invited Steve and Eddie to his twentieth wedding anniversary. Him and Suzie got hitched summer of ‘94—they had been together ever since and even had two kids, a boy (Ryan, fifteen) and a girl (Violet, twelve). However, this celebration was for adults only, including all of The Party, their partners, and of course their parents.

“I can’t believe it’s already been twenty years,” Eddie said. “But yeah, it’ll be fun to see everyone again. We’ll have to get someone to baby sit.”

“We’ll work it out.”

On the day of the party, the pair dropped the girls off with Wayne and promised they’d be home later that night. Before they knew it, they were off to see everyone. The celebration was being held at a local restaurant where they rented out the back half to be a little more private.

Steve and Eddie showed up, gift in hand, and arms wide open for everyone they hadn’t seen in ages. Steve immediately sought out Dustin, yelling a cheerful ‘Henderson!’ as he ran in for a hug.

“How are you man? I haven’t seen you in ages!” Steve asked.

“I’m good! The kids keep me busy. You?”

“More or less the same,” he chuckled.

“How’s Eddie doing?”

“He’s alright,” he sighed. “His memory has been a bit iffy lately, he’s using his inhaler more than usual, and he’s losing a lot of weight. Besides that, he’s good.”

“I’m sorry, man, I’m sure it’s not easy dealing with. You’ve been taking care of him for how many years now?”

“I mean, I haven’t been taking care of him nonstop, just whenever he’s hospitalized. Like, I took care of him the first year of our relationship, but he’s been better since rehab.”

“That’s good. How’re the girls?”

“Oh, they’re amazing.”

“Yeah? Junie finally came around to being a big sister?”

“Yeah,” Steve chuckled. “Her and Lucie get along really well.”

“That’s awesome. I’m happy for you, Steve.”

“Thanks, Henderson.”

“Oh, also did you hear the new legislation that’s up in the senate right now?”

“No, what is it?”

“If all goes well, gay marriage should be legal by the end of the year.”

“What…”

“Yeah, you really didn’t know?”

“No, I… holy shit, Ed!”

“Hmm?” He walked over, handing Steve a beer as he sipped on his water.

“Dustin says gay marriage should be legal by the end of the year.”

“What? Oh my god!” He started jumping up and down, curly hair bouncing in the wind.

“Ed,” Steve chuckled, holding him down by his shoulders.

“Sorry, but oh my god, Steve…” Eddie cupped his mouth and cried. “Holy shit, holy shit, will you marry me?” Steve and Dustin glared at him as he caught what he said. “Sorry, sorry, that just slipped out. Shit, no, I always had a way I wanted to do it, not–” Steve pulled him in for a kiss.

“Shut up,” Steve mumbled against his lips. “Of course I’ll marry you, stupid. Not like we’ve been together for twenty-two years and have two– well, nearly three kids or anything.”

“No, nothing serious at all. Totally spur of the moment.”

“Mhmm,” Steve smiled stupidly, “totally.”

“Wait, wait, wait, back it up. You guys are having a third baby?” Dustin gawked.

“Trying,” Steve sighed. “We’re on the waitlist again.”

“Do you have a name yet? You know, if it’s another newborn?”

“We don’t even know what we’d be getting,” Steve chuckled.

“Madeline if it’s a girl, Oliver if it’s a boy,” Eddie stated.

“How long have you had those in the queue?” Steve smiled and raised a brow.

“Ever since you told me you wanted five kids,” Eddie smirked.

“Im surprised you don’t want anything like Axel or Rose or–”

“Oh, trust me, he’s tried,” Steve said.

“Rosie is a cute name,” Eddie defended.

“Whatever you say, honey.”

By October, gay marriage had been legalized in Indiana, and they boys were scrambling to throw something together. They figured, after all this time, neither of them cared what the actual ceremony was, they just wanted it to happen. The day everything became legal, they rushed to get everything filed and in order, but apparently every other gay couple in Indiana had the same idea.

Once all their paperwork went through and they received their marriage license in the mail, they made an appointment for their actual wedding day at Hawkins Town Hall. The two wanted it to be as soon as possible, but the closest available date wasn’t until New Years Eve—they figured it was close enough and scheduled the date.

Eddie and Steve invited everyone close to them to a reception being held afterwards, while only inviting The Party to the actual ceremony (in addition to the girls, of course).

By November, they were selected by an expecting mother and awaiting the birth of their child, who was due in March of 2015. It was go time for the couple, prioritizing putting the new baby’s nursery together and informing their daughters of the new arrival.

By December, everything for the new baby was set up, their pre-marriage requirements were completed, and now they just had to wait. They relished in their final month of being considered legally single, and their final few months of only having two kids.

A few days before their ceremony, the boys were downstairs cuddling on the couch, long after putting the girls to bed. Eddie was resting on Steve, chest heaving more than normal.

“You feel okay?” Steve asked.

“Chests a bit tight,” Eddie admitted.

“Do you want your inhaler?”

“No, it’s fine. This has been happening lately. It’ll usually pass in like ten minutes. I promise, I’m okay. I’ve learned my lesson, Stevie, I’d tell you if I wasn’t feeling right.”

“Okay… I trust you, Eds.”

“Took ya long enough,” he teased.

“Listen, and the first time we met, I was told you bit into a fucking bat. Forgive me if it’s taken a while to trust you.”

“I can’t believe you actually thought I bit a bat,” Eddie chuckled hoarsely.

“I had no clue who you were! I didn’t know what kinda shit you did.” Eddie gasped and dramatically threw a hand over his chest, clutching at his heart.

“You didn’t know me? The Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin?”

“I’m hate you and I’m going to bed,” Steve laughed, getting up from the couch.

“You love me and you’ll give me a kiss before heading up.”

“Mm, unfortunately.” Steve gently kissed Eddie before running his hand through his partner’s tangled locks. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Don’t stay up too late. You have school in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll be up soon.”

Eddie watched Steve ascend the stairs, admiring him from behind, as he often secretly did. He reclined on the couch as he flipped through the tv channels aimlessly, looking for something to pique his interest. Oddly enough, when he got to VH1, he saw his face.

He sat up on the couch, swinging his legs over to the floor, bracing his elbows on his knees. Without telling him, the entire band agreed to do a Where Are They Now special on Eddie. To be fair, none of them had heard from him since he left the band without a word after his diagnosis (taking the trademark name with him).

He watched his old bandmates trash talk him, saying how he was a dick for leaving without warning, taking the name with him, and falling off the face of the earth. Without realizing, his breathing picked up, slowly becoming more and more strenuous on him.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if someone stabbed him from behind. He lurched forward, falling to the ground, gasping for air. Silent whimpers left his mouth, cries for help never making past his lips. He tried crawling towards the staircase, but the searing pain radiating across his body rendered him useless. Lifeless.

He hoped and prayed that someone, anyone, would walk down the stairs. God, he prayed that Lucie needed a glass of water, or Steve forgot to take his meds, or even something as stupid as June forgetting to put her lunchbox on the counter for Steve to fill.

But no one came.

The following morning, Steve was up bright and early, ready to start the day at five-thirty sharp. He sat up in bed, noticing Eddie was nowhere to be found. He threw on his glasses and headed down the hall to see if the girls were awake—maybe they all got an early start, he thought. However, he found the girls still sound asleep.

He ventured down the stairs, figuring Eddie fell asleep on the couch. Oh lord, he wished he fell asleep on the couch.

As he turned the corner, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw. His face fell as he saw Eddie on the floor, all the color drained from his skin, eyes lifeless, as he remained in a half-crawling, half-fetal position. Steve ran to him, immediately cradling his warm body in his arms. He let out an agonized scream as he held Eddie impossibly closer.

Steve cried, tears and drool dripping into Eddie’s curls. He garbled out gibberish, sobbing, pleading for Eddie to come back.

Steve knew it was too late.

His world crumbled around him. He didn’t know who he was anymore without Eddie.

He didn’t even known how much time had passed before he heard the front door jiggle open. He didn’t care enough to see who it was—it could’ve been burglars for all he cared. Take anything you want, just don’t hurt my girls, he’d say, nothing else matters.

“Steve?” Robin’s voice groggily said as she let herself in. “Steve? You there?” She made her way through the house, eventually finding him on the living room floor, clutching onto Eddie for dear life. “Christ, Nancy,” she hissed.

“What?” Nancy whispered.

“Go keep the girls upstairs. Distract them. I don’t care what you do. Just go. And call the M.E.”

“God, no…” she teared up.

“Yeah…” Robin sighed.

As Nancy ran upstairs, Robin slowly approached Steve. She knelt next to him, delicately resting a hand on his shoulder. Steve’s eyes were puffy, his nose was red and sore. He looked about as lifeless as Eddie.

“Steve… you need to let him go,” Robin choked out.

“We just needed to get married,” he whispered.

“What?”

“We have the house. We have the kids. We just needed to get married,” he sobbed. “It’s all he wanted.”

“Steve, he had you. I’m sure that was enough for him.”

“You don’t understand, Rob,” he whimpered. “Not even a month into dating, he said he wanted all these things with me. The first being wanting to live long–“ He cut himself off with a choked sob. “Live long enough to see us get married. He fought this for so long, and to fall short by two fucking days, it’s not fair!” Steve screamed, weeping into Eddie’s corpse.

“No, it’s not, but it happened. You need to let him go now, Stevie…”

“The girls haven’t said goodbye,” he sniffed.

“Okay, well,” she sighed, thinking of how to go about this. “They know something’s wrong. I mean, for god’s sake, they heard you screaming and called Nance and I. Steve, let them say goodbye to their dad before the medical examiner and their team get here. Please, for them.”

“I can’t let him go, Robin…”

“And you never will, but… god, I don’t know, Steve, you know I’m bad at this,” she sighed, rubbing his back. She embraced him in a side hug, placing a gentle kiss on his temple. “I’m sorry…”

With much hesitation, Nancy eventually told the girls what had happened and braced them for what they were about to see. She escorted them downstairs and into the living room where Steve was still holding his dearly departed husband.

He couldn’t muster up any words when he saw his girls. For the first time that morning, he let go of Eddie and held his girls close. They sobbed into his chest as they held onto their papa. Nancy and Robin left them there, holding the M.E. off when he finally arrived.

“A few more minutes… please,” Nancy said. “I’m a doctor, too, and it was an accidental death. AIDS related—a long time coming, if I’m being honest. Just… let them be for a bit.”

“Do you know the cause of death?” he asked.

“I’m assuming his stupid lung,” she sniffed, trying to hold in her tears. “He’s had a long history of tension pneumos. Wouldn’t surprise me if that’s what did it.”

“Thanks, I’ll look into it further. So, how long should I give them?”

“How long ya got?”

The next few days were a blur to Steve. Between the funeral arrangements and what would have been his wedding day, coming and going, he didn’t have a second to think. Yet, his mind was far from quiet.

When the funereal happened, he couldn’t remember what he, their friends, or even their daughters said. Everything faded into obscurity. Nothing, besides their girls, mattered anymore.

He took a bereavement leave from work, shortly followed by his preplanned paternity leave. He was having immense second doubts about fathering a third child, but he didn’t have the heart to tell the mother to find another set of parents. He didn’t have the heart to send a poor, undeserving newborn into foster care.

So, when that fateful date finally came, he was at the hospital with Robin, Nancy, and their girls. The two had been helping him out and trying to get him back on his feet, hyping him up for his third child.

The entire time, he could only think of Eddie. How he was missing this beautiful moment—the moment their family would’ve become whole. But now, a part of it would always be missing.

Sure, the new baby would have never known Eddie, but he would forever live on in the girls’ and Steve’s head.

“It’s a girl!” The doctor cheered, pulling Steve away from his thoughts.

The cord was cut, she was washed off, and promptly handed over to Steve. He hadn’t even realized he was crying as his new daughter was set gently into his arms.

“Oh, my god… hi,” he whispered. “Hi, little one…”

She was screaming her head off, Steve instinctively trying to coo her into a state of calmness.

“Oh, I know, it’s been a hard day,” he sighed.

“Do we have a name?” a CNA asked.

“I think so…” He looked to Robin for a nod of approval. Her eyes softened as she reassuringly ran her hand up and down his arm.

“So?”

“Madeline Edward Harrington…”

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Headcanons from the nurse Steve series that I thought were cute but didn’t know how to work in:

- Eddie was artistic and designed all his tats himself. Steve got one of his bat drawings tattooed over his heart with Eddie’s signature as the wings’ details

- He started wearing the wedding bands they picked out—his on his finger and Eddie’s around his guitar pick chain.

- Eddie’s bandana is tied around the rear view mirror in their car

- Steve saved the last bottle of Eddie’s cologne, but always went out and got a fresh bottle to spray on Eddie’s side of the bed (but immediately noticing when they changed the formula)

- Steve begged Robin and Nancy to move into their guest house so he’d never be lonely, but they declined and said “you never are.”

- Steve and each of the girls have a quarter of Eddie’s ashes in urns in their room, so they each always have a piece of him (even Madeline)

- Their song was This Will Be Our Year by The Zombies

If anyone has any additional headcanons please comment them, I’d love to hear them 🥺🫶🏻 I hope you enjoyed, as gut wrenching as this may have been

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a/n: i hope you all enjoyed, as sad as this was. i just felt like HIV/AIDS still needs to be talked about and advocated for. stay safe, everyone. you are loved <3 thank you all so much for reading!

[justme-deh]

Hi!!

I Start working in this for the past two days, hope you like it.

If FNaF SB have 5 nights.

(This is written based on the theory that Gregory is just an orphaned street kid)

Night1 part1 Infiltration

Hunger, that was what made you approach the large crowd of people.

It was not what you really wanted to do, but around the MegaPizzaPlex there were no containers with leftover food, you would have to go inside.

Your stomach growled once more as you searched for a way to sneak past the guests.

the perfect opportunity came when you saw a couple of adults trying to guide a group of at least 15 kids.

It wasn't that difficult to sneak into that line, they didn't even ask you for an entrance ticket when they saw the two adults struggling with all the kids

It was then that you did the only thing you knew: run.

You ran to get away from the group of children, you ran so that they wouldn't have time to notice your presence, you ran so that you could search for the only thing you wanted.

The place was huge, full of music, laughter, brightness, lights and above all; pizza smell.

Following that aroma you arrived at a large room, in this there was a birthday party decorated with the theme of Roxxane, the celebrated one shouted excitedly while taking photos with the wolf animatronics.

It was 10 at night, and from the tired face that the parents have you could guess that the party was about to end, nobody would notice if you approached the table.

Hearing some footsteps, you jumped to hide under the table, you could see a robot gather the empty pizza boxes together with the leftovers to throw them into a cart.

You looked everywhere, no one was paying attention to the floor and you doubted that anyone would, so you jumped to the drawer that was in the cart, when it started to move you knew that everything was going well, once you satisfied your hunger you would look for a way out.

That robot took you to a room full of other carts, so when you heard the door close after the robot left, you got out of the drawer.

There were a lot of pizza boxes, so you quickly started looking, most of them were empty boxes, but finally you found a pizza that was almost intact.

You were finishing your 3 slice of pizza when you heard footsteps approaching, so you quickly went back to hide in the drawer waiting for whoever was at the door to leave.

It was then that a flashlight illuminated the place a little, that being was not a robot that you could deceive, he was a human and it seemed that he knew you were there.

-I saw you on the security cameras, boy-Said a woman's voice-This area is forbidden for clients and much less for invaders... Get out of wherever you are and there won't be so many problems-

Your heart began to beat strongly, you didn't want to go back to the orphanage, you didn't want problems...

Your sight was fixed on a ventilation shaft, it was open and only a few steps from where you were.

You decided to try your luck, however you did not expect that woman to be so close to you, her arm clung to your arm, but after pulling and entering the ventilation you could hear how she hit the wall and then let go .

-Get out of there, brat!-She yelled trying to reach you.

You crawled away as fast as you could, you didn't know where that conduit would take you, but you couldn't risk getting caught again.

Hope you like this!! The next part is going to be here soon.

Night1Part2

Spanish version:

[akaashisupremacy]

A Little in Love

Summary: Having broken off your engagement for an arranged marriage with him, your relationship is in shreds. As you and Gojo begin as friends again, he wonders if he ever fell out of love for you. Has he?

Notes: Gojo Satoru is good-looking, all powerful and beyond good at his job. I’ve always wanted to explore something he struggles with

Gojo Satoru  x reader

Multi-fandom Masterlist || HQ Masterlist || Ao3 version

Genre: ANGST AND PINING, exes to friends to ??, commitment issues lol (wc: 1.3k) tw: mention of blood, infedelity-ish

“Are you sure you’re not in love with them?”

That question wipes the smile off Gojo Satorou’s face.

Tonight’s dinner was unexpected. You ran into Shoko Ieri, Jujutsu Kaisen’s resident doctor and Gojo Satoru just as your work day ended. One thing led to another and the three of you ended up in a soba place not too far from Jujutsu Tech. When you excused yourself to use the washroom Ieri-san grabs the chance to ask the burning question on her mind.

“So what’s the answer? You’re awfully quiet.”

“We’re not engaged anymore. That ship has sailed.” he waves his hand dismissively.

Ieri rolls her eyes. All throughout dinner, Gojo was teasing you, offering you food, playing light pranks at you just like he was when you were teenagers. The way he looked at you was enough to tick any off about how he feels.

She retorts, “You can try again now that you’re adults. You’re allowed to make a go at a love match.”

Gojo’s relationship with you is…complicated. You two were arranged to be married when you were children, but had broken up as teenagers.

Gojo looks contemplative, his hands clasped together.

“I’ve thought about it.” he sighs, “And I think about it every time we meet, but—I don’t think I’m the type to commit and they need a commitment type. It’s not a match.” Ieri scowls on your behalf. 

During your time at Jujutsu Tech, he simultaneously wanted to give your relationship a shot but hated the restrictions set on him. In the end, it was all too much. Both of you begged your families to break off the engagement.

Your teenage years with him were confusing. Were you really in love or those feelings fabricated by the arranged marriage? If the marriage wasn’t a love match anyway, why did it hurt to see Gojo flirt with someone else?

Gojo remembered one of your early confrontations when you were 16 and he was 17. 

“It’s difficult to be engaged to you.” you expressed, exasperated. 

When you started school at Jujutsu Tech however, something changed. Gojo didn’t want to be seen around you. He was always flirting with others behind your back. You can’t even have a proper conversation with him alone. 

During your second year, you finally stood up to him. 

“No, it’s not.” he rolled his eyes, “You don’t even have to pretend that you like me.”

It worried you that he definitely couldn’t be faithful and it hurt you that he couldn’t even spare time to properly talk with you. 

You sighed and looked left and right. It’s had been ten minutes. You were still standing outside his dorm room and he has not intention of letting you in. 

“It’s not about that!” you exclaimed, annoyed, “I know you don’t like being engaged to me, which is fine—“

“It doesn’t sound fine,” he snorts, crossing his arms. He tries to drown the sound of your voice from the surrounding cicadas. 

“—if you weren’t such an asshole,” you continued, “But can you at least treat me with more respect. Everybody knows we’re engaged. Neither of us want to be in arranged marriage so all I’m begging you to do is to —“ 

He shrugs, “No promises.” 

He could see anger light beneath your eyes. Out of the darkness of the night, a silver flicker brushes by his side. You were seething, despite being barely illuminated by the light of the corridor bulbs. 

You had drawn out a dagger at him. You! His kind, patient fiancee. It happened so fast he almost didn’t dodge. 

“I missed on purpose. Don’t you get complacent.” you muttered, turning away. 

Gojo was surprised to see tears running down your face. You’ve never looked so upset. It catches him off guard. 

“I’m sorry,” was all he had to utter. He wasn’t even sure you heard him because you had already begun walking away. You had drawn the blade, but in reality it was you that was hurting and he the trespasser. 

He shakes his head at Ieri and continues, “I don’t want to hurt them again. It was bad enough when our engagement fell apart.”

He didn’t mean to hurt you then of course. It was harsh to expect commitment out of a teenager who wasn’t ready, but you were still in pain.

Ieri sizes him up in the dim lighting of the diner. Gojo likes to be in control. He likes to be the one to set traps. It’s interesting to see him be the captive for once.

“You haven’t answered my question.” she presses.

Gojo’s fingers tense up.he gives in just a bit, “I’ll always be a little in love with them. Maybe because I was obligated to for so long.”

“And that’s not enough though, because they deserve more” he quickly adds.

“Can’t you change? Sounds like you’re afraid to try.” she sighs.

Gojo is quiet once again.

“Don’t wait for them to be in love with someone else before you realize that you want to be with them. I’d hate for you to be too late.” she warns, glancing towards you as you walk back to the table.

He looks away from Ieri. You sit back down in front of him.

He feels his heart swell and hurt at the same time. You’ve always represented a jumble of contradictions for him: someone to love and someone who represents traditions he hates.

“Did I miss something?” you ask, sensing the tension.

“No, nothing.” he denies, his voice purposely lightening to cover his mood.

“Well, why does everyone look so serious?” you perkily ask.

Gojo briefly glances at you. His shoulders relax and he sits back into his seat. After all these years, it’s still so easy to be swayed by your bright eyes.

“I was just about to call for another drink.” Ieri clears her throat.

“Me, too.” he adds.

You look at him carefully, a tinge of worry in your eyes. You don’t say anything though. Not now. This is between you and him. It’s a matter outside of your friendship with Ieri.  

“You can have my drink.” you offer to him, eyes locked onto his. 

Sensing your stare, he turns back at you, glad that his bandages cover his vulnerability. He’s not sure he can take it if you saw how deeply conflicted he was about his feelings. As he continues to look, recognition dawns on him.

In another universe, you could be married right now. You’d be having dinner, just the two of you, sitting across each other like this. In another world, maybe you wouldn’t have known each other at all. This moment feels like purgatory. He’s somewhat in love, just a little and you’re not his in a way that feels real.

You push your drink into his hands. Ieri looks away to give you a semblance of privacy. Gojo finally takes the drink. 

It feels strange for the man who has everything, to know he only has a little bit of you.

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Series Taglist: @kageyamakock​ @gucci-froggy @cherryonigiri

I wrote this as a follow up for another Gojo x reader fic who used to be engaged. Check it here. This is 2/4 so let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the rest of the releases! 😊

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8

[from-the-dark-past]

Interview with Anders Ohlin in The Black Metal Murders: English translation

Translator’s note: Black metal-morden (English: The Black Metal Murders) is a radio documentary from 2017 produced by Radio Sweden (download). It’s about Mayhem and the Norwegian black metal scene in the ‘90s and contains interviews with Jørn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud, Kjetil Manheim, Eirik “Messiah” Norheim and Anders Ohlin (Pelle Ohlin’s younger brother). 

Here, I’ve translated the parts where Anders Ohlin speaks into English (from Swedish). I’ve added time-stamps and short descriptions for the different sections of the interview. 

I am working on translating the interviews with Necrobutcher, Manheim and Messiah and will post them soon. 

1:51 - 6:35 [Talking about him and Pelle getting into extreme metal]

Anders: We’d started listening to hard rock and it was… We’d, like, worked through all of those… Judas Priest and Iron Maiden. 

Narrator: It’s the mid-1980s in Västerhaninge, a suburb of Stockholm. Pelle Ohlin lives here. He plays in the extreme metal band Morbid and his stage name is Dead. Pelle has introduced his five-years-younger brother to hard rock. Together, they’ve worked through all of the main bands. 

Anders: And you, like, hungered for this… This Other. 

Narrator: The ‘Other’ that younger brother Anders is talking about is extreme metal; music that is faster, darker and harder. A progression of hard rock. Music that isn’t easy to get your hands on at this time. Anders is in his early teens and has gotten his first girlfriend. 

Anders: It was my first relationship and it was super-exciting, and I was at her house, she lived in Jordbro, which is, like, the neighbouring suburb. 

Narrator: Anders’ girlfriend’s older sister has an LP that Anders simply must show his older brother Pelle. 

Anders: It was, like, you knew it was good music, and it was that Destruction record. 

Narrator: Anders sees the German death metal band Destruction’s cover and it’s enough for him to understand that this must be good music. [...] 

Anders: This. This here isn’t Judas Priest and it isn’t Iron Maiden; it’s something else. I’ve got show this fucking record to Pelle. 

Narrator: Anders nags [his girlfriend’s older sister] to borrow the LP. He’s allowed to, but only for the day, so he bikes home in the rain from Jordbro to Västerhaninge as quickly as he can. 

Anders: And it was like [excited noise], like a cartoon; the evil wolf, their eyes bulge out and we both ran -- because we hadn’t heard the LP, only seen the cover -- ran to the record player och then Mom walks up and is like: ‘Stop! You’re forbidden from using the gramophone.’ And it was like, fucking hell, is it going to die here and then we explained to Mom -- ‘This is an extreme record and we’ve borrowed it for the day and it’s going back tomorrow,’ -- and Mom was super-harsh and was like: ‘It doesn’t matter. [...]’ And then we started negotiating and agreed that we could record the LP onto cassette [because you don’t need volume for that]. So, it was on full-blast the entire night and we recorded it and stood bent over the record scratches and were like,‘Shit, this is good stuff’. 

Narrator: Pelles hard rock style stands out against the usual sweatpant-Bagheera-jacket [style], not least the music. 

Anders: The ideals that existed at that time were that you were supposed to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger, which neither he nor I did [laughs]. You were supposed to be handsome and cool and have some fucking helipad on your head. 

Translator’s note: Anders is talking about a flat-top haircut commonly referred to as a ‘helikopterplattafrisyr’ -- helipad haircut -- in Sweden. Think H.R. Haldeman. I’m not sure what the English term for this haircut is. 

Narrator: Anders and Pelle are apart of a small subculture; extreme metal, with subgenres such as trash metal, death metal and black metal, which provokes with its satanic and morbid symbols. Pelle’s band Morbid pushes the limits of what music can sound like. With his stage-name Dead, Pelle sings on the demo December Moon. The new subculture is not embraced by the adult world. 

Anders: Like, we faced this fucking cultural oppression as hardrockers. It was that time-period… And especially if you wanted to do something that was worse than hard rock; it was completely judged. 

14:52 - 15:53 [Talking about Pelle being bullied] 

Anders: He was beaten at school and to such an extent that he actually died for a while, or however you put it. 

Narrator: There’s an explanation to Pelle’s obsession with death. At 13, he was bullied at school and once, he was beaten so badly that his spleen burst. Pelle’s brother Anders Ohlin tells the story.

Anders: He was beaten to death and had some near-death experience as he was laying in the hospital and he kept coming back to that all the time, and I think you can see that as some sort of theme in his songs too. Like, it’s always about the fact that he was actually there and touched something that he doesn’t know what it is, and that was the engine in all that. He was definitely [at the bottom of the pecking order] at school, precisely because he was a bit… He had his special... his special style and was, like, uncompromising, and that was what singled him out, I’d say, markedly from other teenagers. 

18:07 - 18:30 [Talking about Pelle’s depression]

Anders: He would neglect to eat, just to get a cassette tape out or arrange a gig somewhere. 

Narrator: Anders Ohlin, Pelle’s brother. 

Anders: To be a bit harsh, I think that the others gave up at some point. And that’s my personal interpretation. That he suddenly turns around and notices that he hasn’t got the gang with him. And I think that destroyed him. 

21:50 - 22:30 [Talking about Pelle’s suicide] 

Anders: At first, I was actually really pissed at him… Or, like, angry, enraged. I thought that he’d abandoned us -- which he has. That it was so shitty of him; to just take off and leave this big fucking abscess to the rest of us that just kept growing and growing as the years passed. 

Narrator: Christmases become especially painful for the Ohlin family, because that was the time Pelle usually came home. 

Anders: No one felt good on Christmas Eve. It was like a fucking ghost all Christmas. Brutal. So, I remember that I couldn’t celebrate Christmas at all for a very long time. 

1:06:39 - 1:09:31 [Talking about how he and Pelle’s Swedish friends remember him and his life today]

Anders: All of his Swedish friends see him as this exuberantly happy guy that spews ideas and is funny and has a sense of humor and stuff. Then, it’s like a line is drawn when he goes to Norway and they see him as introverted and mysterious and, like, difficult. And that’s two opposite images. 

Narrator: The Pelle Myth is associated with a lot of darkness and death but that’s not how his brother Anders and Pelle’s Swedish friends remember him.  

Anders: I think that’s been the devastating part, but it, like, helped him build… strengthen that myth. It’s hard being that funny dude and saying that you’re, like, Satan. It’s hard, it becomes, like, silly. 

Narrator: Anders is often reminded of Pelle. Usually because of happy memories but also because of that image that he is fighting to remove; the image that Øystein took of Pelle’s corpse which spread because it became the album cover of a Mayhem bootleg, Dawn of the Black Hearts. The image lives its own life on the internet. 

Anders: It’s difficult. It’s very difficult. 

Narrator: Pelle’s fans often want to become Facebook friends with Anders; he receives 3-5 friend requests per day. Sometimes, the people sending the friend requests have themselves shared the image on their social channels. 

Anders: You say you want to be my friend yet you have an image of my brother from when he’s just killed himself and like… body parts all over the wall. Would you think it was okay if I had an image of your brother like that? ‘What,’ they excuse themselves. ‘Oh, fuck, I’d forgotten that I had that image, that’s… Of course, I’ll remove it and I’m ashamed.’ 

Narrator: When Anders asks people to remove the image, most do. 

Anders: I’m terrified for when my children will start to Google those images… Øystein’s parents inherited the rights after Øystein died and [Øystein’s dad] has destroyed the images and I’ve received the rights, gotten to take over the rights from Øystein’s dad, so if anyone uses them in any form is printed media, I can sue the shit out of them. 

Narrator: It’s a small comfort every time one of Pelle’s fans tells Anders how much Pelle means. 

Anders: Most often, they have some story. They tell me how they’ve had a tough period in life and how they’ve, like, really been at a crossroads or something and feel that they received guidance from Pelle’s music. That warms -- That makes you happy. That really warms your heart. 

Narrator: Pelle’s grave is well-visited and every now and then, there’s a handwritten letter or a box of snus by it. 

[rayshippouuchiha]

1/5 Miss Ray, I love my family, I really do. I'm 21, the youngest of my siblings, who are 8, 10 and 12 years older than me. My mum is absolutely amazing, but she is by herself. My oldest brother is 33 and, along with his partner, lives with us. 2 weeks ago his ex decided she didn't want their dog Bentley anymore and so my brother went and picked him up, telling mum that he would only be at our home for a couple of days

2/5 As the other animals in the house are stressed by Bentley. This was two weeks ago and Bentley is still here. It is driving mum nuts. Along with that, we just found out that the house, our *home*, that we have been renting for the past 14 years is being sold. So we are leaving sometime early next year. This means we having been packing and moving things around for the last month. Saying the house is a bit of a mess at the moment is an understatement

5/5 Other than maybe spending the night cleaning the place so that we can do christmas here and she doesn't have to do anything. I already have to fix the christmas tree, I got kind of emotional and knocked over what I spent an hour setting up, so I may as well go the whole nine yards and just do the house in general, right? I don't know what to do Miss Ray and I really want Mum to be happy and not stressed, and I don't know how to do that. Everything was great 3 hours ago and now its really not

~~~

Okay so, as you can see I only got 3 of the 5 messages so I'm not sure if tumblr ate the rest or it was just an error in numbering. But either way I'm gonna go ahead with what I've got here:

First off I'm sorry all of this seems to be hitting you all at once right here at the holidays and all. It's always hard to get much done this time of year and stress levels can be very very high.

And it really does suck that you're going to have to move like that but I hope you've already got a new place or y'all have an easy time finding one.

And it's always difficult when you have issues concerning animals like this because you don't want the animal to suffer given it's not their fault.

As for the rest of it, darling, take a deep breath. Go take a hot shower/bath. Get you a glass of water and maybe something to eat. Just press pause for a minute if possible and allow yourself to unclench.

Clean up what you knocked over and if you feel like it afterwards then yes do some more of the house. But don't over stretch yourself. Running yourself down isn't going to help in the long run.

Talk to your mom, ask her specifically if there's anything she needs/wants you to do to make things easier for you. That can help ease the burden for both of you sense you won't be stressed and she'll know you care and want to help.

Your oldest brother is also a grown adult, and I assume his partner is as well, so get them to help you out. If you all are living together then the chores and burdens of the house fall on all of you. So you shouldn't have to worry about being the only one to help your mom.

I don't know your entire situation so I know this advice might not actually be covering everything and/or be especially helpful but I'm here if you need to vent.

Again though, don't work yourself into the ground and make sure you take time to breathe.

[dreamteamspace]

MCYT subway au Part 3 because I’m a sucker for attention and the 2 ppl who made part 1 and 2 noticed me

Holiday Shift

- Everybody who works on the holiday gets double. Those that can’t work have to put their name on a list. Lowest entries and those that don’t enter need to work the shift. It’s Phil’s idea don’t ask

- George is the first to put his name there but Sapnap skribbles it out and makes sure everybody else gets their name in first. It’s his punishment for leaving Dream and him alone for rush hour when Karl was sick. Dream wasn’t all that mad but Sapnap Will Not let that shit slide

- Tommy gladly takes the oppertunity to not have to spend the entire day awkwardly hugging relatives and being told to keep their elbows off the table. Convinces Tubbo to join them, supposedly for the Money

- Dream: “So Karl did you put your name on the list yet?” Karl: “What list??”

- Shift staffing: George, Tubbo, Tommy and Karl

- George becomes the reluctant babysitter of what feels like three kids

- “Karl stop WASTING the bread we NEED THAT.”

- Tommy is told to go pull what they need for monday out of the freezer. Tubbo offers to come with him and holds his hand the entire time. They’re best friends your honor. Tommy promises Tubbo to make it up to him

- George does about 60% of the work on a four person shift. Swears to murder Sapnap on sight. Probably slaps a pastry in his face later

Promotion pt. 4: Taking Over

- Tommy begs Techno to join in support of Wilbur. Techno reluctantly agrees because he can’t really say no to Tommy and because he doesn’t really want to become manager anyway (too much paperwork and he’s fixating on the origins of vedgetables) 

- Tommy now adds #WilburForManager to his pogway stickers. Wilbur is also reluctantly Growing Soft in face of Tommy’s undying support

- Nobody knows why, but Quackity has the unspoken ability to make Schlatt give him sick leave or remove him from shift?? All Quackity has to do is point to his phone and give Schlatt a smug Look.

- Ppl are suspicious but really Quackity just has a video of Schlatt kissing a baby kitten in the face and talking to it in a high pitched soft voice

- Wilbur needs to visit extended family and leaves for 2 weeks. The day before he leaves is surprisingly light-hearted and Wilbur admits that Schlatt isn’t the worst manager imaginable. He lets them waste things sometimes and has yet to give anybody a cut for not showing up to a shift

- Dream can’t openly go against Schlatt, silently wishing he’d just put the milk in The Right Spot before his shift. But no. It never is. It’s always somewhere else. Always.

- Schlatt continues to place things in slightly different places than they belong and following his whim more than the rules. One time he didn’t order the dark chocolate cakes they sell because “Who likes those anyway”

- Phil is there more often to make sure Wilbur’s work is covered. The war continues to rage in stolen glares and misplaced ingredients.

- Bad and Skeppy are slowly genuinely growing concerned, watching the whole thing go down like a movie.

Promotion pt. 5: Adopted On Sight

- Schlatt tells Tubbo he’s doing great One Time because he literally saved Schlatt’s ass from being fired for the whole cakes thing by biking it to the nearest store that sells them and getting some

- Tubbo will now follow Schlatt around to ask him how he’s doing, if he did everything right, if he needs any help, how his morning went so far

- Schlatt does Not Know how to handle Tubbo and suddenly wishes for Wilbur to just Come Back and Take His Kid. Tubbo wishes him a good morning and good night every single day. How is he supposed to keep up his tough old man appearance like this

- Tommy is still on Wilbur’s side and purposefully makes Schlatt’s life just a little more difficult. Small pranks. Stickers on the cakes, wasting them. Writing #TommySupremacy on the sandwhich wraps with markers while nobody is looking. Taking 4 chairs to the back to stack them on top of eachother and stand on them to reach the ceiling. Being the teenager he is.

- Tubbo think it’s funny and that’s the main thing keeping him going really

- Schlatt confronts Tommy but with no results. He turns to Phil to ask him what to do and Phil is like, you don’t do anything. That’s just Tommy for you. Usually Wilbur keeps him occupied with the Dreamon hunting and now he has too much free time

- Quackity is using the blackmail more and more. Does he even work here anymore? When was the last time anybody saw him apart from looting the expired sodas? He’s the only one who can order avocados on a spanish site online that don’t cost their weight in gold

- But as it tends to be with good friends, Schlatt knows the amount of blackmail he has is enough to fill everybody’s need for drama here for the rest of the year. Also he can’t say no to Quackity

- Fundy recieves yet another apology card from Wilbur from Ireland, a whole postcard with a picture attached and a little doodle of a fox. He finally caves and forgives him, now refusing to do Schlatt’s work anymore.

- Dream is Popping Off. Nobody can stop him from working once he starts. He’s 2 months ahead on Literally Everything. Somebody help him

Promotion pt. 6: The Finale I promise

- Wilbur returns! Schlatt is THIS close to throwing in the towel

- Tubbo says he wants another sleepover, wanting to de-escalate the whole manager war. Tommy has to stay true to his promise in the freezer and they convince Wilbur together. Techno was on board before they even asked

- Unbeknowedst to them, the Dream Team + Karl wanted to stay in that night as well to sabotage Schlatt

- Both groups stare at eachother in confusion at first

-They combine their resources to figure out a way to sabotage Schlatt. Dream is growing increasingly quiet and unsure while Tommy stares at The Adults with dissapointment. Tubbo tries to get a word in about how Schlatt isn’t That Bad but they all yell over him. “The milk, Tubbo! Why can’t he put the milk back like a normal person!”

- Eventually Tommy pulls out his bravery and tells everyone to Shut Up

- Everyone stares at eachother

-Tommy: “How come you guys yelling over bullying somebody out of their work sounds less mature than when my literal nephews are screaming at eachother over 10 year old pokemon cards??“

- The adults stare at eachother even harder

- Dream shyly clears his throat. “From an outsider perspective, you know, uh, I should probably be fired for plotting against a fellow manager-“

- Wilbur finally finds his tongue. “Maybe this wasn’t the most... mature idea.”

- Everybody carefully agrees to apologize to schlatt and never speak of this again. Tommy has unknowingly gotten a lot more pranking rights

- They spend the rest of the night organizing the storage, hunting Dreamon, Dream telling them about that one time he ate a living frog, and taking turns playing some free racing game on Karl’s switch

- Lots of laughter, return to their shifts the next day

- They wait for Schlatt to come in to work and pull him to the back. Only Bad and Skeppy are already allowed inside while they keep the doors locked for anybody else

- Dream issues a formal apology to him and tells him everything, and Wilbur jockingly mentions they were really close to pouring food coloring into his rubber gloves as they try to laugh it off

- Schlatt stares at them

- “You know what? I quit. I don’t want to be the manager anymore. I feel like the dad of lord knows how many kids. Phil is some kind of angel. Wilbur please adopt Tubbo and Tommy again, as long as our store isn’t on fire I’m never going to complain about them ever again. Dream you might wanna phone Quackity.”

Insiders

- After a good, short era of peace within the establishment, the Drama Bois are getting bored and latching onto new things

- The bets on whether Skeppy and Bad are a couple or not are getting ever higher, especially as they’ve started letting them behind the counter. They figured out pretty quickly that they’re officially not together, but that just makes the betting all the more exciting. Do they like eachother? Are they hiding it? Are they just really good friends? Are they THAT oblivious or just really good at covering it up??

- Bad especially becomes good friends with Dream, George and Sapnap, and yet they’re all just as split as everyone else on whether he likes Skeppy or not

- Bad pretends to be but is in fact not oblivious to this at all

- Dream especially will often tell them they’re being VERY close to eachother or how cute they are next to eachother, revelling in teasing his friend, especially as Bad will sometimes start to get flustered while Skeppy manages to somehow stay 100% cool

- One day when a middle aged white woman is extremely unhappy with her order she starts talking down on George about being uneducated, and too clumsy for being useful at all, and how they should fire him. George asks her if he should just get the manager and she gladly agrees, only for Dream to swoop out of a back room, a good head taller than her, and sternly tell her if she can’t treat employees like human beings then he will ban her from the establishment immedietly. The woman stutters, takes her order and leaves, cursing something as she goes.

- Bad and Skeppy were sitting at a table nearby quietly the entire time, and Bad has this a-little-too-wide smile on his face.

- Dream murmurs something about having to go, but the seeds are planted. The idea has bloomed. Bad is ready to get his teasing revenge.

- Just as they’re closing, George puts away the milk that Dream left on the counter, telling Dream that he’s putting it away. Bad: “Wow George, that’s so thoughtful of you!” George: “???”

- Dream, softly telling George he can go home earlier and he’ll take the rest of the shift so George can catch up on sleep: “It’s okay, just go. I’ve got this.”

- Bad, just as George left, slurping his milkshake innocently while Wilbur and Sapnap are in earshot: “Awww, Dream! That was SO nice of you!”

- Dream, knowing exactly what this is for: “I’m just... nice to my friends!“

- Bad: “Really?! How many times do you let Sapnap go home earlier?” Sapnap: “You let George go earlier AGAIN?” Wilbur, having waited his entire life for someone to finally notice this: “George is getting so much favored treatment, Dream. But you’re really just good friends, right?“

- If looks could kill they’d all be dead at that point. Especially Bad, who continues slurping his milkshake as the chaos unfolds and Dream knows there’s no escape

@labbyyyyy @karlljacobs

[kkurainmyheart]

JEANPIKU/ PIKUJEAN HC AU

based on a world where everything happened the same but the curse of the current 5 titans was not removed. It's made of tweets so it might not make much sense.

At the end of the war the titan shifters of the alliance know of their fate but they want to help the world anyway with their last breath. The only people who know this are the alliance members. Falco, Pieck, Reiner and Annie want to keep it hidden from their families to avoid suffering. They were only given a couple more years to fulfill their mission of peace.

Jean and Connie being away from the island and their families, become close with Pieck and Mr. Finger. Mr. Finger loves them as his children and the 4 live in the same little house in the new world.

One night Jean hears Pieck sobbing, he approaches her and asks her what's wrong. Pieck tells him that she doesn't want to leave her father alone and tells Jean over cups of coffee and cigarettes, all the dreams that she ever had; Pieck once dreamed that the curse was broken and she could be free, travel the world, have a husband and give grandchildren to her father as he always wanted.

"I would have liked to fall in love and have a normal life"

Jean after listening to her in silence, replies

"you can still have that"

"I can't, no one would risk having it with a woman who has an expiration date "

"I would do it".

For Jean it is a simple plan. Pieck is attractive and loving, her father has given Jean so much that the least he can do is sacrifice 2 years of his life, maybe even 3, to make his poor friend happy and fulfill her dreams. Pieck at first doesn't want to accept, but Jean insists until he convinces her. He just gets up the next morning and asks Mr. Finger for his daughter's hand. Mr. Finger gladly accepts, he is happy that his daughter spends the rest of her life with a good man like Jean. The story of how Jean fell in love with Pieck while living together is also convincing; soon they are both married living in a small house that is given to them for saving the world.

Jean steps into the role of a kind boyfriend and then a loving husband. He gives his wife flowers every day, makes her breakfast every morning, and makes love to her fervently every night. He also loves to kiss her and have long conversations both are alike in many ways, Jean begins to be happy to see Pieck's happiness, like Mr. Finger is happy to see the happiness of his two children.

Jean and Pieck begin to travel a lot as ambassadors, they enjoy bike rides and they enjoy mid-afternoon naps. It's not difficult for Pieck to get pregnant and give birth to a healthy boy. Jean watches her carry her child for the first time and he understands it, that child is the indelible mark that Pieck will leave on the world and for the first time Jean's heart aches, and that night while hugging his son and his beautiful wife, Jean cries for the first time in a long time. He doesn't want this to end, he doesn't want to be free to have another life that he ever dreamed of, he just wants to be like this forever, because Jean has fallen in love.

Jean has fallen in love with Pieck Finger but Pieck Finger is a light that will soon be extinguished. Pieck Finger is a woman with an expiration date and in no time the only thing that Pieck Finger will leave behind is the taste of happiness that Jean has become addicted to.

So he begins to fall asleep later and get up earlier just to be able to watch Pieck sleep. begins to spend more time at home with his wife and his baby and isolates himself from the world, he doesn't want the world to enter his home, he doesn't want the world to touch his family, because the world brings reality and with it comes the feeling of loss, the feeling of losing something that he hasn't lost yet; with voluntary isolation come the habits: subtly checking if Pieck is breathing, sleep with his big hand clinging to the little wrist to feel the pulse of his little love. will this be the last day she will wake up? will it be the last day where he will hear her soft voice? will it be the last time he sees her beautiful smile? then just one day while both are sitting on the couch, with they little one sleeping soundly, Pieck kisses him.

"I don't want you to torture yourself, let's just live without worrying" She told him.

And jean who's mesmerized by the black haired beauty just does it. but he realizes that it is a mistake because there is no future that will come true; because the rest of the children he wants to have with her will live forever in his heart but not at his home; because his mother still does not know her and maybe he will never be able to hear from his mother's mouth that he brought a good girl to home because when he returns to paradise he will be alone.

So Jean gets a camera and takes pictures, then he starts to draw it again because looking at his little son he remembers the most important thing, the child will not be adult enough to remember his mother. Jean's happiness was built on a lie, but it was also written with hope. The hope that the curse doesn't occur and Pieck will stay by his side forever. but one morning it just happens, as natural as the sun that rises every morning.

Reiner, the one who must be the first to leave simply faints in a meeting. And the fever begins to consume him and as if both men were one; every time Reiner's breathing became heavier, Jean's did too and every time Reiner switched off, Jean's life switched off too because Jean was also sick, lovesick, and it didn't exist or he didn't want a cure.

So he just hug Pieck one last time, and he only kissed her one last time and only made love to her one last time, because every day for them was the last. But Reiner's death never came and when the date for Pieck's came, death didn't come for her either. Neither did come for Annie, it did not for armin and he forgot about Falco; but then Jean thought, what if tomorrow the death remembers to come and get them?

And Jean kept thinking that when his second child was born and he kept thinking that when Pieck gave birth to a little girl the third time; and jean thought about it and thought about it and every night he asked the the death not to remember.

And every night Jean slept with his head on his wife's chest listening to her heartbeat hoping it would never stop, because if her heart stopped, Jean's would stop too.

The tenth year that death forgot them Jean heard a "you brought a good girl to home" from his mother's mouth.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Fire and Light (ao3) - on tumblr: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

- Chapter 6 -

For his trip to the Cloud Recesses, Wen Chao was assigned a bodyguard of his own, a man introduced to them as Wen Zhuliu – not his actual name, of course. Wen Ruohan handed out his surname like a gift, spreading his poison to as many people as possible, and this Wen Zhuliu was apparently one of his most highly prized finds.

“They call him the Core-Melting Hand,” Wen Xu told the children. “And it’s not an exaggeration – he has a technique that can actually melt a person’s golden core.”

Personally, Nie Mingjue thought that techniques like that, however frightening, were all a bunch of trash in the end – a technique of that sort was flashy, impressive, but it had only two uses: to scare people or to turn the tide of a single battle against fellow cultivators, and for the run-of-the-mill work of night-hunts was totally pointless. It required such immense focus and dedication to puzzle out that it left no room for anything else, meaning this Wen Zhuliu probably didn’t know how to do anything practical, even as he thought himself better than others.

The man looked it, too. His face seemed older than he probably actually was in years, with an expression of detachment and ennui that made him come off as arrogant, or at minimum as snobbish, despite being nothing more than a tool for Wen Ruohan to use up and cast aside.

He’d probably be a bad influence on Wen Chao, Nie Mingjue thought, frowning to himself. He would need to have a word with Wen Chao before he left – tell him to trust his own instincts, to avoid things that made him uncomfortable, to reach out to trustworthy adults in the Lan sect if he thought he needed help. Even if this Wen Zhuliu wanted to make trouble on Wen Ruohan’s behalf, it would be difficult for him to act if Wen Chao used his youth and desire to please his father as an excuse to obey the rules…

A hand touched his shoulder and Nie Mingjue flinched, his hand flying to Baxia’s hilt – he was never without her comforting weight anymore – but it was only Wen Xu, looking as anxious as ever.

“It’s lunch,” he said, and Nie Mingjue blinked, noticing that they were now alone in the hall. He must have lost time again, sinking into his thoughts without tracking the world outside. A dangerous habit anywhere, even more so in Qishan, but on the other hand it wasn’t like he was being allowed out for night-hunts right now – the danger here was only internal, and Wen Ruohan found his suffering funny. “I asked them to make lamb skewers with cumin.”

A Qinghe specialty. Nie Mingjue appreciated the gesture.

“Wen Zhuliu,” he croaked, his voice rasping as if he had just been screaming. Maybe he had been. It hadn’t been that long since the last ‘walk’ through the Fire Palace that Wen Ruohan had invited him on – they were a regular part of the routine, now. Wen Ruohan’s own personal indoctrination since the usual sorts of things didn’t seem to be working well enough on Nie Mingjue.

Maybe if he could keep thinking of it that way, as some twisted form of education, then perhaps the horror of the things he saw and, worse, was made to do – the choices he was forced to make, the things he had to do to innocent people with his own hands, the things that were sometimes done to him as an example, the screams, whether his own or others, that incessantly rang in his ears, the feeling afterwards that he would never be clean again – perhaps it would eventually become merely mundane. Maybe. Probably not.

It might be worse if it did, actually.

“What about Wen Zhuliu?” Wen Xu asked, interrupting Nie Mingjue’s increasingly dark thoughts, and Nie Mingjue shook his head to clear it. 

“He’ll be trouble,” he said.

Wen Xu frowned. “You think so? He’s just a bodyguard.”

Nie Mingjue shook his head a second time. It was evident to him that Wen Zhuliu was being sent to ensure that the Lan sect taught Wen Chao only as much – or as little – as Wen Ruohan preferred; otherwise, there was no need for such a powerful servant, with a frightening aura and an older man’s authority, to chaperone Wen Chao. Especially not to such a peaceful place, backed by the Lan sect’s guarantee of safety.

Wen Chao had only so very recently started acting like a person, thinking of others and considering questions of right and wrong beyond his own selfish desires – leaving him alone with Wen Zhuliu threatened that.

Nie Mingjue was sure of it.

“I’ll talk to A-Chao about it, then, warn him of the sorts of tricks he might play,” Wen Xu said. He would know them best, of course. “And I’ll make room for you to talk to him as well, if you feel able. Maybe I can get us permission to escort them some part of their journey, you and I…it’d be good for you to stretch your legs a little.”

Get you out of here for a while, he meant, and Nie Mingjue shrugged. Even if Wen Xu won permission for him to leave, which he doubted he’d be able to, in the end Nie Mingjue would have to come back, back to Wen Ruohan and his Fire Palace, back to all the people who depended on him.

Nie Huaisang, Wen Chao, Wen Qing, Wen Ning, even Wen Xu…

He was their big brother. He had a responsibility to them, just the same as he’d had ever since his father put Nie Huaisang into his arms for the first time, love chaining him more effectively than any iron.

He had to come back.

After all, if he didn’t go walking with Wen Ruohan, someone else might have to, and that was just – intolerable.

-

“I need help planning a murder,” Wen Xu announced as he swept in through the door in a swirl of intricately designed red robes, and Nie Mingjue wondered grumpily what type of dramatic actor he had been in a past or future life that made him quite so inclined to extravagant gestures. “Well, don’t all of you jump up and volunteer to help at once!”

Everyone reluctantly turned to look at him. Wen Ning was playing weiqi with Nie Mingjue while Nie Huaisang pretended to meditate as Wen Qing examined his meridians for any courses of treatment that might make cultivating easier on him; no one was especially moved by Wen Xu’s grandiose proclamation.

Maybe if he didn’t say something similar just about every other week…

“Who are we murdering today, Wen-ge?” Nie Huaisang asked, cracking an eye open and very obviously asking more to have a reason to stop even the pretense of meditation rather than any actual interest in the answer. “One of the teachers, or the soldiers, or a guard, or someone that stepped on your foot in the marketplace –”

“Wen Zhuliu,” Wen Xu said, and Nie Mingjue put down the weiqi piece he’d been toying with abruptly, with a smack that shook the table.

“What did he do?” he asked, concerned. “Is A-Chao all right?”

“He’s fine, if a bit shaken,” Wen Xu said. “Wen Zhuliu took him to a brothel.”

“He did what,” Nie Mingjue said.

“Unfair,” Nie Huaisang said. “I want to visit a brothel.”

“I’m fairly sure he wasn’t there on an educational visit, Huaisang-xiong,” Wen Qing said. “Or, at least, not in terms of a literary education.”

“Oh. Ick. No thanks, then.”

Wen Xu was gnashing his teeth together. “He wants to make a waste out of him. Fancy restaurants, a gambling house – I insisted we leave as soon as I realized – and now a brothel…if I hadn’t put a stop to it, A-Chao would be addicted to every vice available by the time he got to the Lan sect. They’d kick him out within a week!”

“He wouldn’t be able to challenge your position if he were a waste,” Wen Ning observed quietly. “If you were more like your father, you might even thank him for getting rid of a rival.”

“But why now?” Nie Mingjue asked, shaking his head. “A-Chao’s still so young. Playing around at that age can injure the body.”

It probably fucked up your head, too. Wen Ruohan’s specialty.  

“If A-Ning is right about the motive, that’s the sort of injury one might want to inflict,” Wen Qing said. “Boys that young can’t get women pregnant, and overdoing it too young can damage them, keep them from having children in the future. Not to mention the impact on their adult personalities; it might turn him into a lascivious beast, unable to take no for an answer, or else retard him in childhood, injure him with trauma – or all of the above. Or none, of course, some people are fine, but it’s not something you want to take a chance on.”

“You put a stop to it, right?” Nie Mingjue asked Wen Xu, who nodded.

“I explained at some length to A-Chao how exactly one gets infected with lin bing,” he said. “Bleeding sores on your prick and all…in fact, I may have overdone it a bit. I’m not sure he’s even willing to look at a woman right now.”

“Good thing he’s off to the Cloud Recesses, then,” Nie Huaisang said, pitiless in the ways of the young. At least, Nie Mingjue hoped that was the reason, and not Qishan Wen cruelty seeping into his bones. “Don’t they split up men and women?”

“I knew Wen Zhuliu was trouble,” Nie Mingjue said, deciding to sidestep the current conversational subject. “We should write to the Lan sect – Xichen will be able to recruit his uncle to help stop anything like that going forward. Though I still want to know why Sect Leader Wen would do such a thing to A-Chao now. Haven’t I reduced my level of influence on you enough?”

He got a whole array of pitying looks that suggested his supposed ‘influence’ on them – mentioned several times by Wen Ruohan, and just as inexplicable to Nie Mingjue as it had been the first time it had come up, even though everyone else seemed to automatically know what was meant by it – was not only still existent but running stronger than ever.

“Well, fine,” he said, scowling at the traitors who refused, to a man (and woman), to explain anything. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t understand what they were always not-saying to each other about it. “But the point still stands. Why now? Why this way?”

“It’s his first time leaving the Nightless City without the usual retinue,” Wen Qing said. “And he’ll be staying at the Cloud Recesses for a few months. If he gets used to the outside world without going off-course, it may be harder to lure him into vice later. Perhaps it’s just a coincidence?”

“Perhaps,” Nie Mingjue said.

“If we’re very lucky, it’s not a coincidence, but has nothing to do with us at all,” Nie Huaisang put in. “There may be more that we don’t yet know.”

-

The ‘more’ turned out to be a very well-off young lady, closely connected to several of the cultivation families in Henan – in the area right between Qishan Wen, the remnants of Qinghe Nie, and Lanling Jin – moving into the Nightless City as Wen Chao’s future bride.

Nominally, anyway.

In reality, her ‘bridal’ suite became a regular stop on Wen Ruohan’s daily schedule, and the extremely audible sounds of their romping had everyone chewing ginger in an attempt to avoid vomiting.

“There goes any hope of another girl for me to spend time with,” Wen Qing said with a sigh.

“What? I’m not good enough for you?” Nie Huaisang huffed, mock-offended. “How many girlish arts to I have to excel in, huh? I dress neat, I embroider, I…uh…”

She poked him in the forehead. “I was just saying that it might be nice to have someone else, that’s all. Ideally someone who is actually my gender. But I’m not anywhere desperate enough to spend time with someone like that.”

The young lady in question, Ma Liyuan, was arrogant and self-absorbed, closer to Nie Mingjue’s age – or maybe even Wen Xu’s, he hadn’t asked – than to Wen Chao’s, and seemed quite content with the circumstances that had brought her to and kept her in the Nightless City, provided that she was kept well supplied in new clothing and make-up. The morality, or lack thereof, of fucking her engaged-in-absentia fiancé’s father on the regular appeared not to matter in the slightest.

“I’m happy that she’s here,” Nie Mingjue said, and when they all looked at him strangely, he elaborated, “She’s been very distracting.”

He hadn’t had to go on anymore ‘walks’ with Wen Ruohan since she arrived, since there was really only so much time to spare for extracurricular activities in the busy schedule of a Sect Leader, and his mental state had improved dramatically as a result. He didn’t like the fact that his reprieve came at Wen Chao’s expense – at least Wen Chao was safely away in Gusu for the moment, and didn’t have to endure the wretched humiliation of it in person – but he couldn’t deny that it was, in fact, a reprieve.

“It won’t last,” Wen Xu predicted gloomily. “It never does, with his lovers. Father only ever cares about power; he’s fucking the promise of Henan land, not her, though I assume he also enjoys demeaning her in every way he can think of in the process. Honestly, I don’t know why Father didn’t just take her on as one of his own concubines if he was planning on doing this – why the charade?”

“Another plan to get A-Chao out of the line of succession?” Wen Ning suggested.

“Seems like too much effort for just that,” Wen Qing said, and Nie Mingjue nodded, agreeing. Wen Ruohan didn’t need a reason to disinherit somebody, but even if he wanted one, he only needed one, not a half-dozen.

“Perhaps he just wants A-Chao to become disappointing,” Nie Huaisang said, his chin on his hands. “To us, I mean, not to him. A-Chao’s prickly, you know – if you mixed together those vices he’s being tempted with and the humiliation he must feel when he hears about what’s going on here, he might get himself into something stupid. And then, well, you know A-Chao would be heartbroken if we turned away from him, and you know he’s not the most independent person. All he’d have left is him.”

“But we wouldn’t turn away from A-Chao even if he did disappoint us,” Nie Mingjue objected. “I’d break his legs if he tried to turn into some drunken wastrel, of course; scold him, refuse to let him out of his room, make him reflect and write reasons why he needed to stop, train him into the ground if necessary, but that’s hardly turning away from him. Who’d do something like that?”

Everyone looked at him fondly, as if he was a puppy that just performed a unique trick.

Nie Mingjue scowled at them. Hadn’t they respected him, once? Or was that his imagination?

“It’s a reasonable thought,” Wen Xu said, apparently opting to ignore Nie Mingjue’s view on the subject. “Divide and conquer is my father’s preferred method of attack, along with forcing people to suppress their own morals in order to reach a temporary compromise that he’ll only break further the next time. With Mingjue-xiong injured –”

He was fine. Physically, anyway. The mental scars didn’t count.

“– and A-Chao temporarily gone, his next goal will be one of us, no doubt. Perhaps we should preempt him.”

“Oooh, are we staging a fight?” Nie Huaisang asked, perking up. “I call spectator. Fight! Fight!”

Nie Mingjue reached over and tugged on his hair. “If there’s going to be a fight between the four of you, you are definitely getting involved, and not as a spectator. And speaking of fighting, Huaisang, where is your saber? Have you been practicing?”

Everybody laughed.

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Headlights

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Atsumu X Reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Angst ending

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴:  Slight time skip spoilers, blood, major character death

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.2k

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You woke up the light shining into your window. You reached over the bed to find it empty. With your mind still half asleep, you sit up groggily. The faint sound of the shower comforts your suspicion of someone stealing Atsumu in the middle of the night. It was rare that Atsumu woke up before you; usually he was tired after his practices which led him to sleep a little later most mornings. 

Atsumu has not been his normal self lately, his normal confident and teasing personality has been replaced with more anxiety than normal. Maybe it was just his upcoming game? Although he hasn’t shown this kind of nervousness before…

Well it’s not like you haven’t seen him act this way before. After his twin quit volleyball it was kind of hard on him. Maybe he just misses him! 

Due to his upcoming volleyball game, Atsumu hasn’t really been able to do much. His schedule basically consists of practice, eat, and sleep. That would be rough for anyone. You think you should do something nice and make a yummy breakfast for the both of you!

You finally pull yourself out of bed, the shower still running in the background as you “sneak” out of the room. You make your way to the kitchen, and pull out some eggs and a pan. You set up the rice cooker for some white rice and get to making the omelette.

You’re not the best at making omurice, but you do know that Atsumu enjoys it; and so do you! It can be difficult to get it right, but it is definitely worth it! Once the rice cooker sang it’s little done song, you got to seasoning the rice. You shaped the rice into a little mound on each plate and placed the omelettes on top of each. The steam rising slowly from each plate tickled your senses; if it was half as good as it smelled you think it would be alright!

All of a sudden two strong arms snake their way around your waist. The fresh warm shower smell mixes in with the spices and you melt into his arms.

“Good morning, love” His voice is like silk in your ear. “It looks delicious” his breath tickles your ear as he takes a little bite of your shoulder.

“I thought you meant the food!” you laugh as he starts to tickle you, and nip at you playfully.

“I never said that,” he replies. You slip out of his grip, and take the two plates in your hands. You walk over to the table and set them in your normal spots.

You two have a fun time eating breakfast. Atsumu kept making fun of your omurice, saying he could do better (which you both know is not true). 

"Well maybe I won't make you any more food" you huff playfully. You cross your arms and give him a side eye. 

"You know I'd starve" he smirks, grabbing your arm, and pulling your hand into his. His cheeky smile turns into a genuine one. A slight blush falls over your cheeks. You look over to the clock to avoid his gaze. 

8:00

"Sadly you have to get going" you say as you take your hand back and stand up. You take the dirty plates off the table and head over to the sink. Atsumu grabs your shoulder gently and lands a swift kiss to your cheek. He grabs his bag and goes to the front door to put his shoes on.

"Love you, Y/N" he calls out. "I'll see you after practice" and with that he left the apartment. You had the day off today so you were free to do as you wanted.

▬

You were lounging on the couch watching TV, when your phone gave a little chime. It was a text from Atsumu.

I’ll be home early tonight

Oh?

Practice will be over at 5 so I’ll be home

At 6

Can’t wait to see you then!

You check the clock

3:00

Since you spent most of the day doing nothing, you decide to meet Atsumu at practice. Since he has been feeling kind of down lately, you think it would be nice to stop by Osamu’s shop together for some after practice snacks/dinner.

You know that the train will take a little bit, so you decide to start getting ready; but after this episode....

By the time you get yourself ready it's about 4 o’clock. You walk out of your apartment building and start heading toward the station. The crisp fall air blows over you, the trees lining the street are a beautiful mix of red, orange, and yellow. The beauty of the scenery never failed to put a small smile on your face.

The train ride was simple, and walking to the gym the same. This wasn’t your first time showing up after Atsumu’s practice. Lately practice has just been ending later and later. You knew the boys worked hard, and you were glad they were getting a little break for tonight. 

You enter the gym just as the boys are packing up their items. You hear someone shout your name and a familiar swish of orange hair catches your eye as Hinata runs over to you. Bokuto follows suit and wraps his arms around you in a bone crushing hug.

“Jesus, you’re killing me” you squeak out. “And you stink, dude” you were right, they were all tired and sweaty and oh god does it smell in here. You had no idea how they did this every day.

Slowly your boyfriend saunters over to you and his teammates with a smirk. He watches as they squeeze the life out of you in excitement.

"Alright, alright, let em' go" Atsumu says putting his hands up in a stretch. He looks over to you with a quizzical look. “Y/N, why are you here?”

“Ah, well” You mutter as you get put down by Bokuto. “I thought it would be fun if we could go to Osamu’s after your practice” you raise a hand to scratch the back of your neck sheepishly. The other boys leave you and Atsumu alone, as they go to grab the last of their things. 

You and Atsumu head out of the gym, the rest of the team following behind. His arm slings around your shoulder, and you all walk towards the station. Everyone seems to be tired after practice, so the normally rowdy team is having quiet casual conversations. Bokuto and Hinata are rambling about spiking like normal. 

You all manage to make it to the platform, and some of the members break off to go to their respective trains. A chill runs down your spine as a gust of cool wind blows through the group, and Atsumu pulls you a little closer. The train pulls into the station; Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu and you board the train and find a seat.

“How have you been, Y/N?” Bokuto questions.

“Oh you know, like normal.” you sigh. “Nothing particularly exciting.” Hinata and Bokuto give each other a look, and look at Atsumu.

“Yeah, I’ve been so busy with practice I keep leaving my Y/N home alone most nights” Atsumu says. He gives the two other boys a sharp look. Your head resting on his shoulder as he pet your hair slightly.

“I’m an adult. I can handle myself.” You laugh.

Bokuto and Hinata blab on and on until your stop comes. The two of you stand up and give a little wave towards the other boys as you get off the train. Hinata and Bokuto give you a big smile.

You walk the familiar path to Onigiri Miya hand in hand with Atsumu. You gently swing your hands as you hum your favorite song.

“Gosh do you have to hum that all the time?” Atsumu says with a smirk. His thumb gently rubbing your hand. You nod your head humming louder. Atsumu shakes his head as he opens the door to the shop.

You are greeted by an awfully familiar looking man. You smile widely looking up at Osamu’s face. He offers a small smile and looks towards his twin.

“I didn’t know you were coming today.” Osamu states, cleaning his hands off with a towel. The shop was rather busy, with people milling around eating. It was a perfect time for dinner and it seems as if you weren't the only one with the idea.

“It was Y/N’s idea” Atsumu says tilting his head towards you. “I got out of practice early, and they thought it would be nice to come”

“Yeah” you pipe up. “I know you’ve both been busy lately so I thought seeing each other would be nice” the two men look at each other a faint smile pulling at their lips.

“Well, just wait here for a second while I set some stuff up. I can take a break for a bit.” Osamu says casually. “Let me steal him for a moment as well.” he states, pointing towards Atsumu. He follows his brother to the back of the shop, while you find a place to sit.

Once they come back, Osamu has a tray of food for all of you. It looks absolutely amazing as you all dig in and talk about your busy lives. You look at the two boys happily chatting, with a smile on your face. You’re glad that you got them together; they clearly missed each other.

▬

After a while, you look out the window to the street. It was already dark, and the shop was basically empty.

“Well” Atsumu says as he stands up. “I should take this one home” He laughs pointing towards you. “It was nice seeing you” He smiles as he gives his brother a hug. Osamu gives you a smile and a hug as well.

“We should do this more often!” you chirp. The two men give you a faint smile, as Atsumu grabs your hand.

The two of you walk out of the shop, stomachs full and genuinely having a good time. You can't remember the last time you were able to go out with Atsumu, and you're glad that he got to spend time with his brother. You notice that Atsumu is back to his old self.

“Hey, Y/N” he says, giving your hand a squeeze. You look up at him, the moonlight reflecting off of his face. “I’m sorry I’ve been acting kind of weird lately” He stops walking and takes both of your hands in his.

The headlights from the passing cars illuminating the two of you, casting long shadows along the buildings beside you. Atsumu squeezes your hands and looks up into the night sky.

“You know I love you, right Y/N?” he asks. The moon reflected in his beautiful brown eyes. He starts to look down to you. His eyes widen as he violently pushes you away from him.

It all happens so fast, you find yourself falling into the road and you hear tires screech out and a loud bang. A car crashed into a tree behind you, Atsumu splayed out on the sidewalk beside you.

Blood pools onto the gray of the sidewalk, your ears ringing violently. You crawl towards him; tears welling up in your eyes as you bring his head into your lap. You pet his hair gently, and you hear a scream in the distance. 

▬

You don’t remember much after the accident, and you find yourself in a hospital bed. Osamu is sitting in a chair beside you. Your whole body hurt as you sat up. Osamu’s normally calm face was replaced with puffy red eyes and a frown. You knew something was wrong.

“Where is he?” you croak. You look at Osamu with half lidded eyes, the IV stung in your hand as you raised it to your head. All he does is shake his head. Tears spill over your cheeks involuntarily. Your emotions haven't caught up to you as the doctor enters the room.

“Ah, you’re awake. We’ve done a few general tests and you’re free to go home later today.” he rambles ruffling through the papers in your chart. He pulls up a chair and sits next to your bed. You had a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You knew exactly what he was going to say. You watched as Osamu sat up in his chair and looked out the window, avoiding your gaze.

“I’m sorry to have to say this, but sadly Atsumu didn’t make it.” All at once your emotions come rushing out, your hands trembling as they cover your face. You bend down as sobs rack your body. 

“We have many grief counselors and options for you here.” he continues. “And we found this by him at the scene.” the doctor pulls something out of his pocket. You hold out your trembling hands to accept the item. A ring box.

The doctor eventually leaves after explaining a few more basic things to you and Osamu. Osamu looks up to you with sorrow filled eyes, the box still clutched in your hand.

“He wanted to give you that last night.” Osamu said; his voice barely audible whisper. You opened your hand, the soft velvet of the box in your palm. With shaky hands you gently flip the top open to reveal,

An engagement ring.

[jaehyunspeachparty]

daddy jaehyun

iv.xli. (m)

When Jaehyun was opening his emotions and feelings, it took him a lot of strength. After she was at the playground and he was so honest and vulnerable, he was totally clingy for the rest of the day. He clung to the children, to you, and needed so much attention that it was actually cute. However, this change in his mind and that he was no longer too jealous has a reason. Since his mother was in a coma, he saw many things differently.

In the evening you were in bed with Jaehyun. Sunoh and Miga were already asleep, but the twins were still awake. You are lying in his arms, he also had Kiwoo in his hand and you are breastfeeding Geon. "Can you believe the two have been almost 5 months?" Jaehyun looks at Kiwoo and smiled. "I don't really want to think about it that much. They're growing too fast for me and they're our last babies." You sigh and stroke Geon's head. "Would you like to have more children?" Jaehyun then asked. "I think after the twins my body will not be able to cope anymore. As much as I would like to have a whole bunch of children with you, I think that we are a nice size of a family now." You smile and look up at Jaehyun. "That's right, now we can all pay enough attention. With more it becomes more difficult." Jaehyun sighed and stroked his thumb over Kiwoo's back, who was already staring tiredly into space. "Sometimes we don't quite make it. Sunoh sometimes feels neglected." Sunoh's jealousy has already diminished, but he would like to have all of your time. "But Sunoh learns like Miga. In the beginning she didn't want to have a sibling and now she is the loveliest big sister." Jaehyun had to smile because Miga has developed so incredibly. "Do you remember when we bought such a cupcake that was colored inside what gender Sunoh will be, when I was pregnant with him?" Those times seemed so unbelievably forever ago to you. "Yes, Miga started crying because she didn't want a brother." Jaehyun had to laugh, it was all so unreal. Miga has developed so strongly in character. "At the very beginning she couldn't even bear the thought that there was another child coming. And she even hit my pregnant belly because she was so mad." You had to laugh, that was so unrealistic now. Miga was 3 years old when you were pregnant with Sunoh and she was spoiled to get all the attention. "And when you were pregnant with the twins, she was totally caring." Jaehyun looked down at Kiwoo, who was slowly closing his eyes. "And now, Sunoh and Miga are really close too. I hope the kids will always be like best friends. It would break my heart if they would fight." It was important to you that the four always have each other, that they can always rely on each other. "Yes, I wish that too." Jaehyun came with his head further down to you and he put his lips gently on yours. You kiss for a while, but then you hear a squeak. Geon was fed up and wanted to attract attention. You put your breast back into the shirt and Jaehyun looks at his son with a smile. "Well? Are you full? Did it taste good?" Geon then started laughing and it was so contagious that you both had to laugh too. You take Geon with you and you two reminisces until the last baby has fallen asleep. You lay the two on the addition of the bed, on your side and watch them. "They are so cute," you say, looking at the two. "Yes, really. I can hardly get enough of them." Jaehyun grinned and put his arm around your body. "You make really pretty babies," you say and turn to him. "I am not alone responsible for this." Jaehyun grinned and put his hand over your cheek. "But your beautiful DNA is very strong." You grin when Jaehyun was suddenly over you. "Don't act like this, without your beautiful DNA the kids wouldn't be so perfect." He was suddenly very close to you. You can feel his breath on your neck and when his moist lips touched your skin, you moan softly. His hands brushed your entire upper body until his palms were under your shirt. He took your fingers between your swollen nipples and because you were so sensitive there, your whole body twitched. Jaehyun loved it when you react that way to his touches. He pushed your shirt over your chest and kissed your roots. He pushed his right hand into your panties and began to massage your pearl. He was so gentle and loving and it was driving you crazy. You got so wet that you could hear his movements between your folds. "Mhmm, I like it when you get wet so quickly." Jaehyun grinned and pulled your panties down completely so that you were free below. Jaehyun knelt between your legs and stroked his middle while he looked at your pussy. He was hypnotized and you wonder why he was still so fascinated, after all, you've been together for 9 years. "Are you just staring or are you doing something too?" You ask with a grin. Jaehyun smiled gently, his dimples appear and he immediately pulled down his sweatpants and placed himself between your legs. He leaned down to you and buried his face in your shoulder. He slowly pushed his length into you and you two start to moan. And when he moved inside you everything was gentle and passionate. "You feel so good," he moaned and his pelvis pushed deeper into you. You look at him with big eyes and kiss him. You were so close to each other. The sex was so intimate, so full of love. But when Jaehyun turns to one side, he suddenly freezes. You hear a low sigh and you see Geon briefly open his eyes. You stop and feel caught, you didn't know what to do. But Geon closed his eyes again. Still, it felt weird to go on like this. "Come on, let's continue in the bathroom," said Jaehyun, lifted you up and carried you to the next room, where you could continue in peace.

In the morning you and Jaehyun prepare the food for the children again. Jaehyun gave Sunoh and Miga a cocoa. You carry Kiwoo in your arms while Jaehyun put Geon in the child seat. "I thought, now that Kiwoo and Geon are sleeping through the night, that we might let them sleep in their room. You usually only breastfeed them in the evening and then in the morning anyway." Jaehyun looked at you while he cut the strawberries. "Do you think this is a good idea?" You look down at Kiwoo, who is clutching you tightly. "With that addition by the bed, it is getting tight for both of them. They are constantly kicking each other because the have been grown so much. Besides, it slowly gets awkward when we next to them ... you know ... do adult things. They just notice a lot more." Jaehyun looked at you seriously and you have to agree with him. "Yeah, it don't feel right doing it beside them. We could fix the room today and try it this night." You smile and so do Jaehyun. "That sounds like a great plan." He kissed you and took the plates to serve Miga and Sunoh. "Bananas!" Sunoh started to grin and was finally happy to eat something. You had prepared a fruit platter for the children and Sunoh has been loving bananas lately. "Yes exactly, especially for you," said Jaehyun and stroked Sunoh over his hair. "I prefer strawberries," said Miga and immediately stuffed one of them into her mouth. "Good Morning!" Mia and Xiao Jun came to you and both still looked tired. "Morning! Coffee is already on the table." You point to it, but Mia came to you anyway. "Shall I take the little one from you?" She stroked Kiwoo's head gently and you hand her your boy. But he didn't liked the idea. He immediately started to cry, but not the typical cry when he was hungry or unhappy. He screamed as loudly as he could. His crying echoed across the room. "Mummy ... loud," Sunoh said, covering his ears. "Is Kiwoo sick?", Miga immediately asked her father and she was worried. You take your boy back to you immediately and he became calm again. "What was that?" Mia asked worried. She had taken care of him so many times and he had never cried like this. "Is he beginning to no longer want to see anyone else than his parents?", Jaehyun asked and looked at you in wonder. Sunoh was the same at that age as he acted like this. At 5 months this can be a typical behavior. It was worse with Sunoh because he only wanted to be with you and not even with his father. "Well then, you stay with me." You kiss Kiwoo on the tip of his nose and he laughed again. Geon meanwhile had turned his attention to something else. He held out his hands towards Miga's plate. He babbles something and Miga thought he understood what he wanted. "Daddy, can I give Geon a strawberry?" She looked intently at her father with her dark eyes. Jaehyun and you look at each other in surprise. Before that, he wasn’t interested in solid food. "Yes, try it," said Jaehyun then and Miga immediately took a piece and put it in the little hands of her little brother. Geon still had some difficulty grasping it, but Jaehyun then fed him. You are excited to see how Geon would react. But when he ate the strawberry, he began to grin and laugh. "I think he likes it," said Xiao Jun and laughed. "I think I'll cut a few for him." Jaehyun got up and went back into the kitchen. It was a really nice morning. You had so much fun watching Geon eat the strawberries. Your sister was there, everything went harmoniously between you and Jaehyun and the children were happy. But then the doorbell rang. Xiao Jun offered to open it, and in the end it was just a postman who brought something. But when he came to you with a large bouquet of red roses, you looked at each other in surprise. "Roses? Who are they for?" Mia asked, but you can already guess what happened here. Jaehyun also knew that that couldn't mean anything good. "There's a card inside ... it's for the Y/N," Xiao Jun said, but Jaehyun immediately took the card. "Can you two take care of the children for a moment?" He asked and Mia and Xiao Jun nodded. Jaehyun waved you into the living room and with Kiwoo in your arm you follow him. "It's probably from him ... isn't it?" You ask and you got nervous. "I'm afraid so. It is he who always sends you red roses." Jaehyun sighed and opens the envelope. There was a photo inside where you were eating with Doyoung. When he turned it it said "Does Jaehyun know about it?" "That idiot has no idea about our relationship." Jaehyun got incredibly angry. "He followed and monitor me." You stare at Jaehyun and you couldn't believe, that it was starting all over again. "If I only see him once, then ..." Jaehyun's chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. But the next moment your phone rang. With your free hand, you pick it up and look at the name. "Who is it?" Asked Jaehyun curiously. "Doyoung."

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