#her initial reaction to the cake took me out

[dreamyoui]

HAPPY YOUI DAY ❥ youtube live

[cinnabunwanda]

REWARD ˗ˏˋ꒰ BUCKY . BARNES ꒱ -> drabble

content warning — smut pairing — Fem reader x Bucky Barnes summary — y/n scrubs their hands in the shower, feeling shivers and cold water. bucky approaches y/n , offering a warm embrace. Bucky's rough spank causes a moan of pleasure, and the stretch is unbearable. Bucky disappears, leaving only his cum dripping down her thighs. word count — 483

I vigorously scrubbed my hands in the shower, trying to get rid of the blood and grime that had caked under my nails. The feeling of someone else's blood on my skin made me shiver and I dropped the brush, bracing myself against the wall as I took deep breaths to calm down. The water was freezing, another harsh reminder of my current situation. No warm showers at HYDRA. It had been so long since I had felt warm water wash over me like it used to back home... But I pushed those thoughts away and focused on picking dirt and gravel out of my hair instead. Suddenly, I felt a hot breath on the back of my neck and then strong hands - one flesh, one metal - caged my head against the wall.

"Soldier..." I moaned as familiar lips trailed down my neck. After years of isolation, this human contact was intoxicating. His hand grabbed my ass firmly before giving it a rough spank, which surprisingly caused a moan of pleasure to escape me instead of pain. The soldier smirked against my skin at my reaction, his fingers trailing down to my sensitive nub and sending shivers down my spine.

"Never been touched here before?" He asked huskily in my ear, and all I could do was shake my head in response. "I'll be gentle." He promised before slowly entering me with his cock, coated in wetness from his previous touches. The stretch was almost unbearable, but when he began thrusting in and out, the pain mixed with pleasure causing raspy moans to escape from both of us.

With each thrust, the initial pain gradually turned into a delicious and pleasurable sensation that sent tingles through my body. My hand reached back to grip onto the soldier's thigh, silently urging him to go faster. Our skin slapped together as we moved in sync, my moans mixing with his feral growls in my ear.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips as his hand slid down to my core, expertly flicking at my sensitive nerves. I could feel every inch of him inside me, causing me to tighten around him. His pace quickened, his fingers matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

My legs gave out as I climaxed with a loud shout, falling back into his arms. He grunted as he followed suit, releasing himself inside me. As he pulled out, I leaned against the wall to catch my breath.

But when I turned around to face him, he was gone - like he had vanished into thin air. The only remnants of our encounter were his cum dripping down my thighs.

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[charlotteking23]

Hi I’ve recently gotten back into divergent so my Eric obsession has surfaced yet again😂

I’m also new to tumblr so I’m not sure if I’m doing this request thing right, so my apologies if it’s too much

I really enjoyed your head canon on Eric and was wondering if you could do another one maybe more geared towards him as a husband and father maybe some years down the road. I could see him having learned some self control when it comes to his anger issues. Maybe becoming a girl dad becoming a big softy which would be adorable, but still maintaining his asshole reputation somehow.

If you get a chance to write this I’d really appreciate it!! Thank you

Eric proposed to you after a year of dating. You told Eric beforehand you wanted to be proposed too, Why? There's no point in me proposing to you, you are already mine, Eric said rubbing his face annoyed. YOU WILL PROPOSE TO ME!! You screamed while hitting him.

You worked as a nurse so when the symptoms of throwing up, weird cravings, mood swings, and your period being late you knew you were pregnant. For precaution, you took a test confirming your suspicion, and you ran to tell Eric being overjoyed. What is it, honey? Eric said wrapping his arms around you. I'M PREGNANT! You Shouted waiting to see his reaction only to be met with silence, Babe are you okay? Eric looked at you and immediately spun you around in his arms with your legs wrapped around his torso.

Eric was extremely protective of you. He carried you down the flight of stairs because of the no railings, or you used the elevator. He made sure you ate a lot no matter how unhealthy it was, so a lot of chocolate cake. If anyone bumped into you or harmed you in any way whether emotionally or physically he kick their ass.

He was obsessed with the baby, and after the couple found out it was a baby girl, he was ecstatic wanting to spoil the little girl. She is so gonna be a daddy's girl, Eric said rubbing your stomach. How do you know? you said. Because She's my daughter, Eric said in an obvious tone.

Truth be told she was a daddy's girl, after she was born she only wanted her daddy. He was the only one that could make her go to sleep, so... Why do I have to go, it's your turn, Eric said still in bed rubbing his eyes tiredly with the baby crying in the background. Because She's a daddy girl, you said while putting the covers over your face feeling Eric get up.

At the age of 5, your daughter was handling knives and guns but was spoiled so much by her father that she favored him over you. You told Eric it wasn't a good idea to train her yet because she was so young but he did anyway, only the basics though. For her 6 birthday, she was given a pink knife and gun engraved was princess, ironic.

your daughter screamed and panicked whenever Eric was not there. She threw tantrums over the smallest things it was getting out of control, so you stepped your foot down. You told her that you were the mother and she had to obey your rules, She was not happy and yelled at you. Eric finally saw how his little princess was getting too spoiled... Princess Stop! Eric said with a firm voice, he realized how bad our daughter treated you and was not having it. [d/n] You can't disrespect your mother like that, Eric took away her guns and knives and had her apologize to you. You knew she was a daddy's girl but she was still your daughter and you weren't going to allow her to treat you like that. You forgave her but she was still grounded for 2 weeks.

By age 12 your daughter was maturing growing so beautiful with her long hair and beautiful blue eyes like Eric's. Eric was still an asshole to people but never to his family, he often compared his daughter to the initiates. Watch how my daughter throws the knives better than you pieces of shit, glancing at his daughter. She threw it perfectly right in the middle, the initiates looked at the little girl in surprise with a proud look from both her and her father. I want everyone to run and you won't stop till I say so...GO, Eric said firmly wanting to gouge his eyes out if he saw another initiate.

By the time your daughter was 16, Eric had moved up the ranks to head leader of Dauntless. Your daughter ended up staying in Dauntless excelling in training and becoming first overall in all her rankings only having 7 fears.

Eric was not happy, his princess had a boyfriend, and he had a reputation for scaring any boys who came close to his little girl. Oh, so you think you're good enough for my princess huh, Eric walked around the boy, giving him a fright. All-l do r-respect s-ir, the boy said shitting himself, Why are you stuttering, can't you speak right boy, Eric said leaning on his side while crossing his arms showing off his muscular arms. Daddy stop you are scaring him, His princess told him but he ignored her. Princess, why don't you give the boys some time to talk, his princess obliged leaving the men to talk. Can I get... before she could finish she saw her boyfriend leaving with tears streaming down his face. Look, we are breaking up bye, he left in such a hurry. She knew her father did this and ordered 3 shots of vodka, she was going to need it.

In the end, Your daughter was able to find someone who understood her and treated her like a princess. Eric approved of the boy for his daughter, 2 years after they dated he proposed to your daughter. you and your daughter went wedding dress shopping, planning the big invite list, etc. The wedding was extravagant and beautiful and you couldn't stop crying seeing Eric walk your daughter down the aisle and [d/n] saying I Do. You recall the memories that led up to this moment, you meeting Eric, the wedding, your daughter, the choosing ceremony, her wedding it was amazing with your family right by your side.

BTW yes Eric cried at the wedding. I am telling you, sweetie I am not gonna cry... 5 minutes later, Eric wiping his tears with a napkin. Not gonna cry right, you said with your arms crossed on your chest. SHHHH, the wedding starting, and my eyes are just leaking water.

[paintingwhiteceilings]

My request is completely self-indulgent but if you want to can you write for seventeen reaction to their S/O preferably she/her pronounce but u can change it you want having a twin brother?? Also I apologize if by any chance you see this request repeated multiple times in your inbox it’s just my internet connection being slow and weak asf 👎🏽

❃Seventeen and their S/O’s siblings❃

Ahhh so sorry this took as long as it did! I had a crazy few weeks and somehow my asks ended up under a pile of notifications. I mayyy have changed the ask to a general sibling prompt. I don't really know any twins so I don't think I could successfully write that kind of sibling dynamic repeatedly and get away with it. Instead, I included a variety of different sibling dynamics (with a couple of twin brothers); I hope you don't mind!

Scoups/Seungcheol:

❀ When you finally decided to introduce Coups to your older siblings, you hadn’t really been worried about whether they would like him or not. After all, he is very responsible and mature, being in charge of his twelve younger members; it wouldn’t be too difficult for your older siblings to trust him with their youngest.

❀ What you hadn’t been expecting, however, is for them to love him and treat him as if he was their own younger brother. Being the youngest in his own family and, let’s be fair, a pouty, whiny baby in Seventeen, he easily fell into the role of the youngest once he shook off his initial shyness and your siblings ate it up.

❀ Even worse, where you often struggle to get your siblings to do anything for you, all Coups has to do is pout or act cute, and they will sacrifice the world for him. They will even offer to pay for his meals and take him out to fun family activities regardless of whether you are able to make it. You’re half convinced Coups has become the favourite because he has no problem with spending an insane amount of money on your family, and he refuses to let them pay for anything.

❀ Yeah, needless to say, you’re feeling a bit salty about the whole situation. That was until Coups took you to meet his family, and you immediately became their favourite adopted child; it felt like the universe had righted itself once more.

Jeonghan:

❀ You regret introducing Jeonghan to your twin brother; for the past few hours, during your mandatory weekly family game night, he has been whispering in your ear that you should tap into your twin bond so that you can predict your brother's strategy. Jeonghan is absolutely adamant you two have a telepathic bond; he won't listen to you repeatedly telling him that you can't read your brother's mind just because you are twins.

❀ He will definitely try to figure out how to use the twin exploit to his advantage. Jeonghan will find a way to use this newly discovered information for chaos, either to prank someone else or to get his hands on new teasing material from the person closest to you.

❀ He will absolutely try to convince his members that he just happened to stumble on your male doppelgänger if you look anything alike, exclaiming in wonder that you two have even been born on the same day. Truly, what a coincidence.

❀ Overall, he would become such good friends with your twin brother; Jeonghan has such a charming and calming personality that it is difficult not to get along with him. Jeonghan also strikes me as the type of person who would put a lot of effort into getting along with their significant other's family, spending time with them whenever he can in order to maintain a good bond. 

Joshua:

❀ Joshua is the prime example of the naive only child unprepared for the stuff that siblings put each other through. Sure, Joshua technically got saddled up with twelve brothers after joining Seventeen. However, he didn’t have to deal with siblings and their shenanigans for most of his childhood, leaving the concept of fighting over the last piece of cake, not because you want it yourself but because you don't want your sibling to have it, a bit foreign to him.

❀ He is trying so hard to maintain the peace when you and your younger sister get into another heated argument when you discover she has borrowed a piece of clothing of yours without asking. Your parents love him, as when he is around, they can finally take a break and let him defuse the situation.

❀ Your little sister adores him, too; Joshua has a lot of arts and crafts days with her, where he teaches her how to make bracelets and knit scarves. They even made you a bracelet together; it almost made you forget about her remarks on how Joshua is her favourite older sibling.

❀ At this point, your little sister listens more to Joshua than you. Whenever you want her to do something, and she isn't listening to you, you have now resorted to simply calling him. For some reason, his asking her in a sweet voice to let you use the bathroom seems to work without fail.

Jun:

❀ It doesn't really matter whether you have older or younger siblings; Jun is THE person to bring home. On the one hand, when it comes to younger siblings, he is their favourite playmate and the person they turn to for advice. When it comes to older siblings, on the other hand, he will be cherished and loved as if he were their youngest brother.

❀ He truly shines when it comes to younger siblings, though. Jun is shameless when he plays with your younger siblings; he will crawl over the floor as if he is a snake or meow like a cat for hours on end. His acting skills are definitely paying off, and he will fully commit to whatever role your younger siblings need him to play. In all honesty, he enjoys playing with your siblings as much as they do; he is such a kid at heart.

❀ Jun is also THE person for advice. He never judges them and he is always willing to hear them out about whatever is troubling them. It doesn't leave the room either. He will never share whatever they confided in him with you unless they specifically have told him it is okay to do so.

❀ Honestly, your siblings will be threatening you to not break his heart or break up with him. They adore him and have already begun planning your wedding; you're stuck with him now.

Hoshi/Soonyoung:

❀ Initially, you were incredibly worried about introducing this delusion tiger man to your older sister because you were sure that she would ask you whether you wanted to date a madman. You forgot, however, that Hoshi can be incredibly shy when meeting people for the first time. He is so timid, glancing over at you for assurance every so often, that your sister has to pull you aside to ask whether this man truly is the same insane one you have described in your stories.

❀ He acts shyer and younger around your older sister, reverting to his younger brother role, and she dotes on him so much. He gets a lot calmer around your sister, and quite often, he tends to sit back to watch the two of you bicker back and forth, reminding him of his older sister.

❀ In your sister's eyes, he is the perfect boyfriend for you. He always texts her whenever he wants to buy you something, double-checking with her whether you will like the gift. Their private chat consists mostly of your sister sending him gift ideas based on what you mentioned or looked at during your last shopping trip.

❀ You have repeatedly told her to stop supporting his delusional tiger agenda. Whenever she sees anything tiger-related, she makes sure to buy it to gift to Hoshi the next time you meet up with her. She even goes to the extent of scolding you when you tell him to knock it off.

❀ After he gets more comfortable and his crazy side comes out to play, she will lean over to you to ask whether you have replaced him with a clone.

Wonwoo:

❀ Wonwoo can be incredibly introverted and shy, so when you proposed introducing him to your twin brother, he had a full-on mental breakdown, pestering Mingyu constantly for advice. He knew that you were very close to your twin brother, and it would mean the world to you for the both of them to get along nicely. He couldn't afford to mess this up.

❀ Initially, the meet-up was incredibly awkward, neither saying very much and, instead, sending you countless help-me-out glances. Fortunately, you knew exactly what topic to bring up to get the two socially inept souls talking: video games. You hadn't been particularly worried about the two not getting along, knowing that both of them were enthusiastic gamers.

❀ Nevertheless, a part of you slowly started regretting bringing up video games. The two had been discussing LoL and PUBG strategies for the past hour, and even though it was interesting, you would appreciate the occasional change in topic.

❀ Even worse, after the two of them exchanged user names, you now have to share your boyfriend with your twin. At this point, Wonwoo is spending more time with your brother duoing on Valorant than taking you on dates.

Woozi/Jihoon:

❀ All the training Seventeen has given him, preparing him for the day he would get a significant other with siblings, has been for nought. He still acts like he has never seen a child before upon entering your house. He is so worried that he will mess this up that you can see his hands shaking as he stares at your younger siblings.

❀ Fortunately, Woozi has a superpower; he is loaded and doesn't care to spend it on himself. The moment he offers to buy your younger siblings food with his black card is the moment he becomes their all-time favourite person. Armed with this valuable information, he spoils them rotten; your siblings only have to mention something or point at something in a display, and he will almost trip over himself to get it.

❀ You have tried getting him to stop, as you don’t want your siblings to continuously expect expensive gifts, but Woozi refuses to listen. Just as he does with Seventeen, he treats them like his own family, ensuring that they know he treasures them by burying them underneath a pile of gifts.

❀ One of your younger brothers is convinced he is Iron Man or Batman because someone that rich surely must be a superhero. You may have accidentally let it slip and told Woozi. He has never been more determined to empty out his bank account.

DK/Seokmin:

❀ DK is one of those people that is immediately loved by your family. He is such a sweet and happy person; how can anyone not fall in love with him? DK, in addition to that, is one of those types of people who want to be close to their partner's family and dedicate a lot of time to hanging out with them.

❀ He is perfect boyfriend material when it comes to dealing with your younger sibling, spending hours and hours playing hide and seek with them. In all honesty, DK is far more energetic than your younger siblings, and after spending an afternoon running around with him, they always immediately pass out.

❀ DK is so thoughtful when it comes to older siblings. He makes sure to put reminders for their birthdays on his phone, and he always seems to remember whatever they briefly mentioned wanting for a gift during a conversation five years ago. Does your older sister like theatre? Well, guess what. DK somehow managed to get his hands on tickets for that new popular musical. He only spent the past five hours calling every actor in his contact list to ask whether they could get him in. 

❀ DK would absolutely love to have a big in-law family with many older and younger siblings to surround him. The constant chatter and energy remind him of Seventeen, and, in his opinion, nothing beats that. 

Mingyu:

❀ Hear me out. Mingyu is husband material and the dream of every mother-in-law. That being said, your siblings at first couldn't stand him. It wasn't even anything Mingyu did, but from the moment he stepped into your house and met your mother, she completely fell in love with him.

❀ She keeps comparing Mingyu to them. They can't escape her mentioning Mingyu and his amazing qualities in every other conversation, resulting in a bit of resentment. “Mingyu would cook for me.” “I wouldn’t have to ask Mingyu to put his laundry in the basket.” “Mingyu would at least offer to help me clean the house.” 

❀ They would have been able to ignore her if the guy had any flaws, but no, the guy is tall, handsome, rich, talented and intelligent. They begrudgingly admit that maybe they could be more like him, and the world would be better off for it. They also have to begrudgingly admit that they too, are completely charmed by Mingyu.

❀ Poor Mingyu thinks that he has done something wrong and that they absolutely hate his guts. However, when Mingyu reveals he had a rough week due to an insane amount of random hate comments on his Instagram, they surprise him by declaring war. They have been fuming behind their laptops, insulting anyone who dares to hate on Mingyu. It made him tear up.

The8/Minghao:

❀ He was incredibly anxious when you wanted to introduce your little sister to him; sure, he is good with children, but he never had to deal with younger siblings. Even within Seventeen, he is one of the younger ones, and he already struggles to keep up with the chaos of his twelve members, lovingly (but harshly) scolding them whenever they tired him out. What if he accidentally loses it when your little sister bounces off the walls and insults her, forever damaging her self-esteem???

❀ Well, he had nothing to worry about. Sure, it takes him a second to realize that philosophical discussions with a barely ten-year-old won’t work, but the moment he discovers that your sister likes dressing up and drawing, he knows he will do fine.

❀ He organizes an entire fashion show for her and helps her assemble the most stylish outfits. Every morning, your little sister forces you to send Minghao pictures of her outfits, and he never fails to send a heartfelt compliment back.

❀ Moreover, Minghao spends many afternoons teaching her to throw paint at canvases. One of the paintings hangs proudly in his apartment for everyone to see, and another has replaced you as his phone background. You would be upset if it wasn’t so adorable.

Seungkwan:

❀ Seungkwan fits right in with your older sisters. Maybe it is because he has two older sisters himself, but somehow, it's as if he always has been a part of your family. You feel like he broke a record as he got them to love him in less than five minutes.

❀ The three of them have a private group chat where they share the latest tea and gossip. Neither party knows any of the people the other mentions. Still, whenever anything remotely exciting happens, it will be discussed at length in the chat.

❀ Recently, they have upgraded to calling, and Sarah-from-work's not-so-subtle move on their married boss may have interrupted your date. Then again, you were quite invested in what Sarah-from-work did this time as well, making Seungkwan put them on speaker.

❀ He is so comfortable with your sisters that they have no issue roasting each other. The moment they hurl an insult at you, he has got your back, ready with an arsenal of embarrassing moments they entrusted him with. It never fails to make you love him more.

Vernon:

❀ When you told your older brother that you had a boyfriend, he was ready to give them a good talking to, intimidating them the way an older brother should. However, the moment you introduced Vernon to him, his entire game plan went out of the window. Your brother quite quickly realized that Vernon had drunk enough respect-women-juice that he would never intentionally hurt you.

❀ Moreover, the two of them connected over some obscure film that you had never heard of. They spent most of the evening discussing what they thought of its plot and how the cinematography masterfully added to the atmosphere in the scenes. You could tell that your brother was impressed by how well-articulated and well-thought-out his points were.

❀ At the end of the evening, your brother has completely forgotten about the if-you-hurt-my-sister talk he was supposed to have. The two of them even make plans to go to an indie film that is releasing in art cinemas next week.

❀ That being said, I do not think Vernon would be the type of person who needs to be best friends with your siblings. Sure, he would want to be friendly with them and would not be opposed to the occasional hang-out, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to do stuff with them one-on-one.

Dino/Chan:

❀ It doesn’t really matter whether you have younger or older siblings. Dino is used to both. He grew up with a younger brother and is fully aware of how annoying they can be and how much responsibility you feel towards them as the older one. Dino also has had to deal with twelve annoying older brothers who don’t let him breathe.

❀ Bro is ready with the quick comebacks. Do your siblings want to tease him about something potentially embarrassing he did? Good luck. His members have completely desensitized him. Do your siblings betray him in a game of Risk? He won’t get upset; his members have tried sacrificing him in games even when it wasn’t needed.

❀ Your siblings can’t help but be impressed by how witty and quick he is. When he mentions it to his members, they have the audacity to tell him that this has been part of their plan all along. He definitely believes them when they argue that all the years of teasing and borderline physical harm were for the day he would meet his partner’s sibling, easily able to remain calm regardless of whatever teasing remark was thrown his way.

❀ “What if my partner would have been an only child?” They suddenly get really quiet. The wall has become interesting.

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[sonics-atelier]

Lantern's Light

For @elucienweekofficial Day 2 : Golden

Elain stood in the bustling kitchen of the Night Court, her hands covered in flour as she kneaded dough. Determined to create a feast that would lift Lucien’s spirits, she had called upon an unexpected ally—Mama Vanserra. The formidable woman had arrived promptly, her presence commanding yet kind.

“More salt in the soup,” Mama Vanserra instructed, her eyes softening as she watched Elain follow her directions. “And don’t forget the thyme. It will remind him of home.”

Elain smiled, grateful for the guidance. The kitchen filled with the mouthwatering aroma of roasting meats and baking bread. She could hardly wait to see Lucien’s reaction.

Hours later, the feast was laid out on the table, a banquet fit for a king. Elain adjusted the flowers in the centerpiece, a final touch of beauty. Just as she finished, she heard the door open and the familiar sound of footsteps.

Lucien entered, his face weary and lined with fatigue from the arduous mission. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. “Elain... what is all this?”

“It’s for you,” she said softly, stepping forward. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Lucien’s composure crumbled. He sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.” ( trust me he would react like this )

Jurian and Vassa, who had been lurking nearby, couldn’t resist. “Look at him,” Jurian teased, though his tone held no malice. “Big, bad Lucien, reduced to tears by a home-cooked meal."

Vassa snickered, but her eyes were warm. “Softie.”

Elain knelt beside Lucien, her hands cupping his face. “You deserve all of this and more. You’ve done so much, and you never ask for anything in return.”

Lucien took her hands in his, kissing her palms. “I’m the luckiest male in the world to have you.” He pulled her into a tight embrace, his heart swelling with gratitude and love.

Mama Vanserra, who had been quietly watching, approached them. Her usually stern face softened as she looked at Elain and Lucien. “You’ve made a wonderful home here, Elain. And Lucien, you’ve found a love worth cherishing. I’m happy for both of you.”

Lucien smiled up at her, the tears in his eyes mingling with genuine joy. “Thank you, Mother. This means everything to me.”

They all sat down to dinner, and Lucien’s initial hesitation gave way to delight as he tasted the food. He closed his eyes, savoring the flavors. “This is incredible, Elain. Every dish is perfect.”

Elain’s heart swelled with pride and happiness. “I’m glad you like it. Mama helped a lot.”

Lucien glanced at his mother, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you Mama." , not just for the dinner either.

Seraphina Vanserra smiled, a rare and beautiful sight. “It was my pleasure.”

After dinner, the laughter and joy continued as they shared slices of cake. Lucien, still glowing with happiness, caught Elain’s gaze. She smiled, her heart fluttering.

“You’re glowing like a lantern,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with affection.

Lucien chuckled, pulling her close. “Then let me light your way, always.”

As the night drew on, they lingered at the table, savoring the moment. Lucien’s glow was not just from happiness but from the deep, abiding love he felt for Elain. It was a love that shone brighter than any bond of fate, a love chosen freely and cherished deeply.

In the warm, glowing light, they found their true home—in each other’s hearts.

- @sonics-atelier 2024 , do not repost or reuse in any way , shape or form.

[themelongum]

Niccolo x Sasha — A cake for her birthday

The modest kitchen of the grand restaurant was quiet—not a soul around except a blond boy, who was storming all over the place from one bowl to another.

Niccolo had barely gotten any sleep last night, too nervous for the upcoming day. Yet when his alarm went off at five in the morning, he rushed to his workplace as if no tiredness could affect him. Not on this day, at least. This day was special. This day was her day.

As he was whisking the eggs into the flour mix, the sun had risen high enough to hit his eyes with a bright glow, spreading across the room. He paused to look around. The small space was full of sunlight. It penetrated every little corner, and in the light, he could see tiny specks of dust floating in the air. It couldn’t have been any other way, thought Niccolo—after long days of continuous rain, the sun was bound to shine on her birthday.

“What are you doing here so early?” The soft, sleepy voice startled him, pulling him out of his reverie. And panic settled in.

“You’re not supposed to be here!” Niccolo cried, anxiously swinging his hands in the air. In one swift motion, he was right in front of Sasha, trying to send her out of the kitchen.

With a perplexed look on her face, Sasha put her hands on his forearms, standing firm on the ground. “Why? Do you keep secrets from me? You were always happy to see me here.”

Niccolo knew he couldn’t talk his way out of it. So the only thing left was to accept his failure. “It was a surprise… For your birthday.” He sighed, hanging his head.

“Oh, my birthday,” she muttered, the corners of her mouth curling down. It wasn’t long, though, before her lips stretched into a smile and she collided with his chest, tightly wrapping her arms around his torso. “You planned a surprise for my birthday? Thank you, Nic!” she said, burying her face into his shirt.

A profuse blush covered his cheeks as he put his arms on her back hesitantly. “Don’t thank me; it’s not ready yet. And since the surprise is ruined, you might want to help me with taste testing, so I wouldn’t fail at this as well,” he chuckled.

“Nothing is ruined!” Unclasping her hands, Sasha took a step back to look into his eyes. “And it’s not possible for you to fail at cooking. Your food is always amazing. What were you cooking?”

With a shy smile, Niccolo took her hand in his, leading her towards one of the countertops, where three bowls stood filled to the brim. “I’m making you a birthday cake—”

“A cake? A whole birthday cake just for me?” Sasha interrupted, raising her brows.

“What’s a birthday without a cake? Why are you so surprised?” he chuckled. Lowering her gaze, she pursed her lips and started fidgeting with her fingers. Afraid of having said something wrong, Niccolo hurried to change the topic back to his initial thought. “I wasn’t sure about the filling, so I made three different kinds. And, honestly, I don’t know how I would choose. But since you’re here, I thought—”

Sasha didn’t even let him finish as she took a wooden spoon out of his hand and stuffed her mouth with a generous scoop from the first bowl. “Mhm, it’s good… So tasty,” she mumbled through chewing.

“That’s whipped cream,” Niccolo laughed. Taking the spoon from her, he dipped it in the second bowl. “Here, try this one,” he said, bringing it to her mouth.

She hummed as the flavor spread across her taste buds. “What’s this? It’s delicious. Give me more!”

A new wave of laughter swept over him. “It was cream cheese. Better taste the last one, though. I’m especially proud of this.”

For the first time since the bowls came into her view, Sasha took her eyes off them, staring at Niccolo. He brought the spoon to her lips again, but this time her soft, brown eyes were fixed on his as she tasted the filling. Unable to shift his gaze, he gulped, eager to see her reaction.

“Chocolate! It’s chocolate! Am I right? God, it’s so good!” she cried, bringing her hands to her face and rocking on her hills.

Niccolo’s lips stretched into a wide grin. “Yes, it’s chocolate ganache. So, which one should we choose?”

Studying the bowls, Sasha furrowed her brows. “This one!” She pointed at the last bowl. “No, wait! This!.. Wait, but this one was so good too.. You’re making it impossible, Nic!” She huffed and slumped down in the nearest chair, visibly upset.

“I’ll give you all of it anyway,” he laughed. “Just choose which one you want on the cake.”

Her large eyes seemed to go even bigger at his words. “You will? You’re the best!” She sprang to her feet, embracing him in a hug. A tinge of pink spread over his cheeks for the second time this morning. “Then chocolate ganache, I guess,” she said with a sheepish smile.

“Ganache it is!” He lifted the spoon in the air to mark their success.

Having decided on the filling, Niccolo went back to preparing the cake, and Sasha stood by his side, ready to help with anything he would entrust her with. He kept stealing glances at her when she was pouring the milk, when she was cutting strawberries, and when she was licking the spoon off, thinking he wouldn’t notice.

He did. He noticed everything—every little detail about her. The way she talked to everyone so politely at all times. The way she laughed at her friends’ jokes, making his lips curl up instinctively if he happened to hear her contagious laughter. The way her eyes sparkled every time she ate his food. If she was worried, if she slightly changed her hairstyle, and if—god forbid—her appetite was lower than usual.

She placed her hand on his, giving it a light squeeze, and peered into his eyes. “Thank you, Niccolo, really. I don’t even remember the last time someone made a cake for my birthday. I guess sometimes life gets in the way,” she trailed off, her doe eyes glistening with tears.

This time, he was the one to embrace her. As she wrapped her hands around him, hiding her face on his chest, Niccolo put his head on top of hers, inhaling the scent of her strawberry shampoo. He held her close, and every pore of his body repulsed the idea of ever letting her go. And before he managed to process it, his lips landed on her forehead in a gentle kiss.

He froze. He turned his head away, completely paralyzed in his entire body. In his arms, Sasha stiffened too. Hot in the face, he was about to pull away when she lifted her head and kissed his chin. Looking into his eyes, Sasha snickered lightly; her eyes crinkled, and a light shade of pink covered her cheeks. He smiled at the sight—his favorite in the whole world.

After removing the cakes from the oven, they stacked all the layers, adding the filling in between. For the decorating part, Niccolo made Sasha turn around and close her eyes, and she was only allowed to look at it once everything was ready.

On the table stood a perfect chocolate cake graced with strawberries and “Happy birthday, Sasha!” written neatly across with a few little hearts.

“What a pretty cake!” she gasped. And before anything else could be said, she was already sticking her fork in the cake, hungrily stuffing her mouth. “You’re a genius, Niccolo!”

Though accustomed to her habits, he couldn’t contain his laughter at the scene in front of him, closing his eyes to savor the moment. Seeing her joy was everything he could ever ask for. Being the reason for her joy was more than he deemed himself worthy of.

He opened his eyes with a sigh. “Happy birthday, Sasha.”

Before the tombstone lay white roses and a piece of chocolate cake.

[scoonsalicious]

MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE

OUR SEXY MACHO swaggering into Pocket’s spiral ❤️

Mother Pookie, thou has fed thy meowies (us) sum more great cakes🤌🏻😂 ONCE AGAIN, thou has bamboozled me with thou’s writing🩷

Tis was me reaction😂

Poor poor Chloe. She was too young and if I were Pocket, I too would blame myself. Pocket is devastated af. It would lessen the guilt (a teeny tiny bit) if she didn’t know Chloe. To make it worse, she was in the SAME ROOM with Chloe. Even if I were to say that she shouldn’t blame herself (bcs well, she was seriously not in this world at that moment), the consequences are too big for her NOT to. Regardless of what, THAT was her mission. Her responsibility. It’s not a lie when I say, she’s reckless. That recklessness intensifies when she didn’t get what she wanted (her crave for Buckaroo) and now, with an extra guilt, she’ll keep on digging down to her grave. (Basically Pocket is in denial with her feelings because she miss Buckdoodle OH MY😭 but can’t bcs she shouldn’t trust him)

BUT DARE I SAY SHE NEEDS BUCKWHEAT ASAP.

Rather than making her spiral more (ohhh but she’s still going to be mad ofc initially), Bucket reappearance will be like a slap to her head😂 Something that makes her conscious bcs i feel like she’s going to hate it if Buckball saw her at her bottom (on her lowest self). And that feeling will then formed into a new one (as mother Pookie state our Pocket will seduce Buckdweeb for ‘old time sake’). It become a conquest for Pocket to once again deny her feelings but with a clearer head by trying to have a one last bite of her favourite meal (and that favourite meal is BUCKET) or yknow, she’s doing it to torture him…

THANK GOD NOTHING HAPPENED TO SAM😭 And I hope nothing serious w AJ. Dark chocolate, you will be missed but mother pookie needs to make Buckdoodle and Pocket kiss.

Now, what’s left is the revelation, Pocket and cunthage one last confrontation, and HOPEFULLY a Buckaroo and Jeremiah showdown (more fun if the whole team whopping up her ass).

So I still don’t have a clear theory of Buckwheat fucking cuntsy twice. Pookie said, first one didn’t count bcs Lil Buck didn’t wanna come out and play. He wasn’t SA, or sexed pollen. One concrete theory before was him being boned at the field (bcs our Bucky gets hard when fighting). Manipulative Jerome may touch him during it (like after the fight) and well, Lil Bucky didn’t wanna play bcs he’s injured but was too hard/painful to move, so as usual, Jeremiah took the opportunity and shove her hole there (sorry for the crassness).

THE SECOND TIME it happened, was because of the false news (Steve and Pocket) and him being guilty from the first time. And yup, this time Lil Bucky has the balls bcs well, he’s mad at Pocket and at the same time was just using Cunthage like Pocket fucking other dudes right now. (If Pocket aren’t satisfy with other man, surelyyyyyy Buckwheat too. No one is as tight as hers — again sorry😂)

Appreciate our sexy macho❤️(those pecs rawr)

BUTT, I do have a question, is the stomach bug issue solved yet? Is it a part of the revelation? Or I ACTUALLY missed smth. That is a mystery to me.😂

Anyways, I feel like that’s all the discussion and thoughts im going for today. My battery now is 10%, and it’s almost noon here. (I’ve been writing this since my battery was at 20+ish😂). My brain is still sleepy though, so that’s all I can think of for today.

As usual, Mother Pookie, thy meowies love thee🩷🩷🩷 I absolutely enjoy the thrill and brain wrecking thinking after reading Unwanted. It’s fun to read others comment/theories, cursing Jeremiah and Buckwheat, forming an anti-Steve group. It has been such a ride, can’t believe we’re almost at the end. Looking forward to do this again for With Friends Like These. Here’s your kitten SMOOCHH~

Wink wink. Btw did I tell you that I can’t wait for Bucket? Yeah, I need to say it again.

MANIFESTING BUCKETS REAPPEARANCE!!!

Goofy ass Buckwheat~

BUCKET MANIFESTATION IS COMING AT 5PM EST! BUCKET MANIFESTATION IS COMING AT 5PM EST! BUCKET MANIFESTATION IS COMING AT 5PM EST! BUCKET MANIFESTATION IS COMING AT 5PM EST! BUCKET MANIFESTATION IS COMING AT 5PM EST!

That is approximately 23 minutes! That gives me (I hope!) enough time to respond to this GLORIOUS missive and upload, lol.

And GOD. If Bucky macho-swaggered into my life like in that first gif? My PTSD would be cured! My sinuses would unclog! My mortgage would be paid, because DAY-UM.

Fortunately, Pocket's spiral is about to come to an end! We have one more issue to deal with (and it's an issue you've all been questioning for a long, long time now), but Bucket will appear at just the right time to keep her from continuing on this path of self-destruction. Boy's been spending the last two months in therapy while Our Girl's been away, so he'll drop some nuggets that will help her out. He will, literally, shake some sense into her.

I want to tell you so much more, but I think it's better if I show you, so look for the first of tonight's drops coming up in just a fee minutes! Pookie loves you so much!!!!

[idk-my-aesthetic]

Spy x Family Chapter 76 spoilers ahhh

Personally I like to think Twilight took the car from Franky bc he needed a car quick and now Franky walks to work in the rain everyday. Bc Franky is just a poor little meow meow and it’s funny in my head

We see more of TwiLoid’s reaction to the bus arc! I think it’s very in character for him to just be mentally spiraling about it a little bit lol. (So basically my fanfic was right even though my version was more angsty lol). Also Anya immediately taking advantage of him is A++

And I actually really appreciate that we see twilight specifically concerned about her mental health. Usually “Anya is surely traumatized” is kinda played for a joke but the joke isn’t that she’s not traumatized it’s usually that her behavior in that exact moment isn’t a product of trauma. So the little shout outs about mental health feel like something that is eventually going to be addressed and they’re almost saying “don’t worry we didn’t forget, we will address the mental health side when the time is right”

Anya is obviously traumatized and I love fanfic that focuses on all the little bad stuff that happens, but it makes sense from a narrative perspective that they literally Cannot focus on every single thing that happens to her. But it does look like we’ll be getting specific focus on the bus arc and I’m excited for what’s to come!

Also, something absolutely ironically heartbreaking about Yor and Loid scolding Anya for being reckless. They have no clue how often she purposely puts herself in very real danger to protect the people she cares about. Including them!! (Cont underneath)

Like from their perspective they’re probably like “Anya said some dumb shit bc she didn’t understand the situation and put herself in danger, that’s really scary bc she might say dumb shit again and get hurt. But at least she didn’t know how much danger she was in so she wasn’t scared”

But in REALITY anya DID know how much very real danger they were in, more than literally ANYONE else. She made a choice to talk to the villians to save herself but more importantly save the rest of the kids on the bus and her Papa.

She literally had the chance to get off the bus and refused to go to safety until literally everyone else was safe.

And Anya does this sort of thing all the freaking time. I think the only time she’s gotten into danger by being a dumb kid was the initial kidnapping. Basically every other time was not her fault or her willingly putting herself in danger to protect others, usually one of her parents, and usually Loid on top of that

There’s just something so heartbreaking to me about the fact that Anya puts herself into danger for her parents so often, which they obviously do not want her to do, but they usually don’t understand how much danger she is in or that they were in danger to begin with or that she put herself into danger to protect them. Like they have no clue she really single handedly saved the whole bus and Loid!! And they even scolded her for it bc they don’t know the truth!!!

Which like, as necessary as it is at times “put myself into danger to save everyone else” is not a healthy habit for Anya to be developing and the fact that it keeps working out makes me think she’s going to keep leaning into it to a dangerous degree

It’s also so so hard to be mad at her for putting herself in danger because she’s not being carelessly reckless like people think she’s making calculated decisions to protect the ppl she cares about. It creates this weird mix of like pride and frustration towards her as a character. Like stop playing with explosives small child holy shit!! But how can you be mad when she’s only playing with them bc no one else knows to turn them off :(

Basically I have alot of feelings about Anya Forger I think she deserves lots and lots of cake

On a slightly lighter note, when Anya is trying to seem cool she screws herself so much. She could’ve said “I was just trying to convince him to let everyone go” and everyone would’ve been enamored with her

Like. If she thought about it she could even say something about seeing the guy mumbling to himself about blowing up the secret police or something. She literally probably could’ve told basically the truth and won the day

Instead she gets in a petty fight with Damian. Which I 100% support, much more in character and fun lol, hopefully they didn’t get demerits for being late

One last note, Becky is an absolutely wonderful freind to Anya and deserves more credit

That’s it ty for reading have a nice night

[asbestos-11]

Hi its me again!!!! I'm back!!!

I'm glad you also think Aventurine is the type to meticulously plan his own wedding!!! I like to think that Aventurine would be slightly overkill with it, as if saying "I can make him happier than any of you losers could, bleh !" Ratio would them have to talk him down because showing off like that is embarrassing. (In the end, none if it gets used. Perhaps it will eventually happen on their marriage anniversary in the future, heh.)

On the topic of the student forum reactions, I like the idea of Aventurine being a secret member to watch the chaos. Eventually after the initial reactions, some brave souls bring up the topic of children.

(User01: so like.... when do you guys think children will start popping up????

User04: omg dude you can't just ask when people are gonna get pregnant!!

User07: idk the prof reminds me of my own mother sometimes.... it's not that far-fetched of an idea.....

User03: can we please stop talking about my professor having sex and getting pregnant I'm going to cry)

After witnessing that shit show, Aventurine would get the idea of having children in his head. It's not like they haven't talked about it. (Surely breeding kinks count, right?) But with their current jobs and the choices they make with their lives, he concludes that actual pregnancy would be off the table. It's not that he's opposed to the idea, he would love to see Ratio pregnant, but he's not sure if it's the right time yet.

Well the simple solution would be adoption, wouldn't it? But then comes the point of both of them being too busy to raise the kid. And then that's the whole issue, isn't it? They're both too busy for parenthood, and neither of them are gonna be stepping down from their jobs anytime soon.

Aventurine mourns at the idea that Ratio being a loving parent will be stuck in his fantasies. He's a little dramatic about it. Ratio finds him like that and Aventurine confesses everything.

After a while of actual conversations about it, they come up with the idea of foster care. It sates the need for Aventurine to see Ratio with kids, and Ratio can prove that he can be good at taking care of children.

(Also I like the idea that one kid gets stuck with them long enough to get attached. And they end up adopting her. And she finds out because it was one of her birthday presents. Tears were shed. They are both girl dads to me !!!!!)

(Ps. I think this one took longer than the others, sorry.... My brain was stuck in "writing whump" mode. Anyways I would love to hear your thoughts again!!)

omg him joining in on the forums is a goldmine. he can now fight everyone for the title of dr ratio's number 1 simp.

anon i am an mpreg enthusiast so yk ratio's not escaping pregnancy. but i do think they have several long conversations about it and like they both come to a conclusion that their lifestyles are incompatible with having a kid. aventurine has to satisfy himself by watching ratio dote on the cake critters. his heart does somersaults whenever he sees soft parental veritas, so much so that he has to calm himself down lest he explode in a million pieces.

but after waiting for a couple of years they eventually start planning for a baby and via gaiathra they get blessed with one. aventurine is in freak out mode the second he finds out and is already on his way to furnish the nursery. ratio has to talk him down from it.

it takes some time to get used to the idea that it's not gonna be just the two of them anymore and that their lives are going to change. ratio's body starts changing too and much to his chagrin the students catch on pretty quick and so the forums explode again. speculation over who's the father, how, why and far along he is. aven just watches the chaos unfold from the sidelines and shows the threads to ratio, who's not thrilled about it at all.

pregnancy goes smoothly, delivery is also smooth and now they have a newborn. i'm of the opinion that the baby would be a big one (like those tiktoks where one parent is very tall and the other is very short and so the resulting baby is a giant). and yes they are girl dads ^^

ughhh tho fostering sounds like such a cute idea. imagining them making a safe place (even if temporary) for the kids. how they put their all into making the kid feel loved and well cared for. i feel like aventurine takes it very personally on account of his life being a shitshow. he's so gentle with the fosters and he treats them like his own, so he gets emotional when they have to leave ;;

i mean in general i think of them as very soft parents who do try to understand the child, but still have boundaries that shouldn't be crossed. they try to make time for them, to help them grow into their own person, while not forcing them to grow up too fast. aventurine gets fiercely overprotective over them and will fight whoever tries to harm his family. he will also spoil them rotten because he can. ratio strikes me as someone who is just always there to help out and teach, while also being very aware that a child has different needs from an adult. i can totally see him helping out with homework and stuff.

yk the more we exchange our thoughts over these two fools the softer i get about them lol. also anon are u perchance the same person who wrote that ddne fic?? just curious, u don't need to reveal urself if ur uncomfy ><

[omgkalyppso]

I've written two new years parties for my ot4 btw.

The modern au fic did it better, imo:

Eventually, cake and empty plastic champagne flutes were being distributed as the room started to fill with the basement, kitchen and porch crowds — all critical of Sylvain’s insistence that the champagne not be opened until midnight, which was fast approaching.

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“Augh, but my legs are asleep!”

Hilda whined as the others who’d been seated on couches, chairs and cushions were standing in anticipation of the countdown. With an exaggerated whine, she let Fae and Marianne help her up, Fae’s hand lingering on her forearm. Hilda smiled, bittersweet, and made accidental eye contact with Lorenz, who took a deep breath and looked away almost instantly.

Rolling her eyes about him, Hilda didn’t even react as he continued taunting Sylvain from halfway across the room, “Can’t have everyone ready to toast the new year, then you wouldn’t be able to figure out who isn’t getting a New Year’s kiss. Need a list of who’s available for later.”

Hilda wondered about Lorenz’s bravado, and whether he was suggesting that unlike Sylvain he did have someone to kiss. She’d thought he might have spent more time with her tonight, it would have been a good smokescreen as a start to a relationship, and a New Year’s kiss seemed like his brand of romance. When he hadn’t initiated anything of the sort, Hilda had convinced herself that she was relieved, to be able to focus on her friends more diligently.

“Not this year,” Sylvain answered the same time Felix barked.

“Shut up, Lorenz.”

Claude snorted with laughter and Lorenz turned to him muttering, “Now I really wish I had a drink.”

Despite this, Lorenz looked disappointed when one of Sylvain’s closed bottles was passed down the line, and made its way to his hands.

Fae touched his elbow, and Hilda shared a hopeless look with Claude as the countdown began, and then there was none of that awkward longing as they smiled together, as friends and confidants, and turned their attention back to their other loved ones.

Each number was met with irrational excitement, a bounce of anticipatory cheer. The hope of endings, the joy of beginnings, and the chaos of the moment scaring off the introverts and spurring on the rest of the crowd. The chorus of ‘Happy New Year’s was quieter than the countdown had been, as people fell out of sync, what with Sylvain popping a bottle, Ingrid and Caspar blowing on party horns, and several pairs of lips quieted by kisses. Ashe, Dimitri and Sylvain started a rendition of Auld Lang Syne, which others joined as Sylvain filled their plastic glasses.

Claude and Fae shared a kiss, a slow, polite expression of affection. Hilda’s gaze flittered over them to Lorenz, to see that he was watching them too, for longer than she dared to, and with an eager giggle she turned back to Marianne, taking her in arms.

“Let me be your first kiss of the year?” Hilda asked, sincere and good-humored.

“Not if I get her first!” Leonie teased, and she and Hilda raced to each kiss one of Marianne cheeks as she squeaked in surprise and covered her mouth and nose in both hands.

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It was half a second between Hilda’s question and Leonie’s reaction, but this was long enough for Lorenz to turn at her voice, and smile sadly about the realization that ‘of course she hadn’t been talking to him,’ subtle as they were trying to be. Like his other partners, he would have to satisfy himself with kissing her later, and for the moment, focused on untwining the seal on the cork of the bottle he held.

...

She was shaking her head at him by the time he spoke again. “Happy New Year, Hilda.”

“Happy New Year,” Hilda echoed, catching Claude’s mouth in two more quick pecks, while behind him Lorenz bent and stretched his legs, shifting to lean on his right elbow, hopeful, and presumptuous, that someone might kiss him before they all fell asleep.

Lorenz caressed his left hand over Claude’s hip and between his thighs, and shared a smile with Fae as Claude whined, tired and helpless as he rolled away from Hilda, onto his back.

“You’ve stayed up later than this,” Lorenz taunted, curling a leg between Claude’s as he extended his arm around Claude’s far hip, embracing him.

“I’ve already had my workout for the day,” Claude argued, wrapping his hand around the one on his hip. His eyes were squinted closed, but he smiled, and could feel the others snicker around him. Opposite the foot of the basement staircase, Fae’s father had a pull-up bar that had enough support for him, Raphael, Petra, Caspar, Ingrid and Dimitri to take turns making fools of themselves. Claude had made the further mistake of trying to mimic Petra’s upside down pull-ups.

Squeezing Claude’s tired fingers, Lorenz turned to Hilda, watching her curl her hair behind her ears. “Happy bir—”

The others were instantly laughing at him, Hilda leaning away with her face in her hands. Claude held his stomach as he wheezed, “Don’t make me laugh like that.”

“Oh. You’re really drunk drunk,” Fae said, widening their eyes for emphasis. They squeezed at Hilda’s hips. “Let me up?”

Sitting up, Lorenz rubbed at his eyes and swept his hands over the bridge of his nose in embarrassment as Hilda shifted to sit closer to the edge of the bed, Fae standing behind her. He pouted at Hilda as he linked and stretched his fingers. “I’m an idiot.”

She turned to face him, her smile amused and earnest as she reached out to run her fingers through his hair and guide him forward by the scalp for a long, tender kiss. Lorenz placed his hands on her sides, and let them slip further up her back as she hummed another little laugh against his lips before pulling away.

“Happy New Year, Lorenz.”

With a furrowed brow, Lorenz sighed, letting his shoulders slump as he answered, “Happy New Year, Hilda.” He hesitated before lamenting, as silly and selfish as it was, “I had hoped to be your first kiss of the year, but…”

Hilda couldn’t help leaning her neck away from him in surprise and assessment. Her hands curled around Claude’s forearm and she shook her head as she said, as if in accusation, “But you didn’t kiss me?”

[bunnybevvyy]

*Major Spoilers for Succession*

I have A LOT of thoughts about the episode, Connor’s Wedding, so I wanted to talk about my initial reaction to what was happening, while also analyzing the kid’s reaction to Logan’s death, and why it was so impactful to me.

While I was watching the scene when they got the call from Tom about Logan getting chest compressions, I was just so shocked like many, many other viewers. I audibly screamed, “WHAT!? They killed him off screen????” Just so many feelings of confusion hitting me suddenly. But as the scene went on, watching the kid’s react to the news at the very same time as I am, I quickly realized how Logan’s death off screen was completely on purpose.

And they conveyed the emotions of losing a loved so accurately that it gave me a flashback of when my aunt called me to tell me that my grandma had passed away. It is a phone call all people at some point in their lives receive, and that moment was communicated so excellently. The longer the camera stayed on the Roy siblings, the more heartbroken I felt. At one point I felt entirely intrusive as the phone call with Tom just kept going. I felt like an intruder in their personal space that needed privacy, but I later realized that that was on purpose as well.

I was very uncomfortable, but that was the point. Watching Roman’s denial that his father is actually gone until he sees the body, and knowing that the actual final words his dad might’ve heard from him were words spoken with anger and defiance caused Roman to feel immense guilt, hoping there is a way to take back what he had said by protecting himself by being in denial was phenomenal.

Kendall couldn’t forgive him, but still loves his father. Kendall’s desperate attempt to take control of the situation and find solutions when there isn’t any. And because of capitalism there is no time to grieve, so he took initiative to try to shape the narrative so that the markets don’t reflect badly on Waystar.

Shiv’s final words to her father was such an emotional gut punch that grappled my heart. Her voice trembling as she told him everything will be okay and that she loves him, even though she was still angry with him. Just the obvious disbelief in her voice that this is actually happening left me so teary eyed. The fact that she was hoping that it was bad news about her mom rather than dad makes me think about the scene on her wedding where her mom told her that she wished that she never had her, and how Shiv would rather have an abusive father but at least she's the favorite, than have a mother that practically wants nothing to do with her.

Connor’s reaction to the news, while not as explosive with emotion like the other siblings, was just as impactful. With quotes like, “He never even liked me,” and “... I didn’t get the chance to make him proud of me,” made me feel so sympathetic towards him especially since it was revealed that cake is triggering for him as it reminds him of the day that his mother was forcefully admitted into a mental hospital and they gave him cake to keep him calm during that time.

The actors worked very hard on this emotionally taxing episode, and it shows. My eyes were glued to the screen both times I watched the episode, and I can go on and on about how impactful it was, but alas this post is already very long lol it was probably the best episode of a series I've ever watched that gave off season finale vibes but it was only episode 3!!!!!!!! What an emotional rollercoaster of an episode, and I can't wait to find out what happens next.

[nightcall99]

Dreams from 1.5.24

Dream 1 I was at my old house and LD (placement student) was with me. We were getting ready to go somewhere, like a party event that was happening at a bar. In fact, we were already dressed. I had on a smart casual outfit, in all black. But then we were waiting around for ages and didn't actually leave. When it was finally time to go, I went back upstairs to my room to change outfits at the last minute. I was a bit panicked since I knew that the car was waiting but I just wasn't happy with my outfit. I needed to change. I was trying on different clothing items and various combinations but each time was just a slightly different version of the same outfit. I was ultimately still going for the same vibe, which was black and sleek.

I remember that initially I had on a black skirt. I saw LD walk past, and she must had decided to change her outfit too, and I said, Oh you're wearing pants? I'll change into pants too. So I was putting on black pants now. Then she was ready, but I was still making up my mind on my outfit. The changes I was making were pointless, it continued to be essentially the same look but I kept doing it. I know I was holding things up and that it was time to go. Finally, I was done. I went downstairs and I saw LD choosing snacks in the convenience store that my parents owned (the lowest floor of our old house). I saw her do it, so I took her lead. I asked, Oh did (my) mum say to do this? She said, Yeah. We grabbed a few bags of potato crisps and other things for the trip.

We got into the car. It turns out we were driving ourselves to the event. LD was driving. I saw she randomly had a burger and it consisted only of two bread buns and a meat patty, which was basically just a huge chunk of meat. I kept asking questions about it because it didn't look like a burger you would get at McDonald's or something, it looked incomplete. I asked, Where's the sauce? What sauce is it? She was vague with her answers, and acted as if I was judging her for choosing to eat meat but I didn't care about that. I just thought the the burger looked really odd with it's lack of key components and odd proportions. Then I felt her lose focus with driving, like she just wasn't concentrating anymore and was day dreaming. There was a stop light ahead and when it came down to braking behind the car that was in front, her reaction time was much delayed. We were going to crash if I didn't do something, so I used my right foot to press down on the brake pedal to save us from an accident. But how was I able to do that? I looked down and there was a second brake pedal on my side of the car, which had made this possible. LD showed no reaction or any emotion. I didn't get angry, because it felt natural, like obviously I was supposed to help with getting where we needed to go.

Dream 2 I was with one of my best friends from high school, GM, and we were hanging out in a cafe/bar/restaurant place. We had just arrived and we saw pina colada cocktails on display and decided to try them. The energy emitted from the drinks was similar to the energy of the snack from my train dream a few days ago, and is the case for all food items in this dream. The glasses were huge, and the liquid inside seemed to magnetize you in which its fluorescent colours (even though pina coladas are generally yellow).

We sat down on the bar stools and ate various things, mostly sweets and cakes. It was an odd selection of foods to be eating, but I can't really pinpoint what was exactly strange besides it not really being a proper 3D meal. We would see things in the cabinet, point, and we would get them. We didn't talk much however it wasn't awkward. I didn't feel the need to fill in the silence. It's worth nothing that back when we were friends, we were close but at the same time, it was always weird when we spoke. It was as if it was a performance that neither us wanted to really participate in and speaking was a hindrance (I'm pretty sure she's on the spectrum). Anyway, it felt like we were communicating just via vibes and were content to do so. I only spoke out loud a few times, when I tried to tell her I was depressed and not very happy in my life.

It reached the point where we were going to have one more snack before we go. We were looking at the menu and cabinet, trying to decide on our final item of food. At this point the owner of the restaurant came over and tried to help us. He didn't say anything, just stood near us, but it very much felt as though he was silently trying to help us decide, too. He was looking at what he could offer us, comparing it against some intuitive idea of what he thought we would like, that we hadn't tried yet, and that would be unique enough for our tastes. We both spied a kind of French toast that was decorated with brightly-coloured and glittery icing shapes, like those used for cake decorating. It looked like something a child might make, but there was something special and novel about them. It looked so pretty. But GM didn't really want to have it and neither did I, however I was up for it, in a Why not? kind of way. She wanted to go now though. As soon as we decided we didn't want anything else, the owner walked away. It felt like we were only here because we had decided to meet up before needing to go someplace else.

[norahastuff]

I know I’ve talked about this a lot before, but was just thinking again today about how Dean was named after their grandmother and Sam was named after their grandfather. How Dean tried so hard to emulate his father’s brand of masculinity but ultimately realised that it was Sam who was most like their father, and Dean later discovers that he’s just like Mary. How John trained Dean to be the hunter who had to be tough and kill the monster, but also took advantage of his so-called “delicate features” and innate vulnerability and used him as bait to lure in unsuspecting monsters. And how after the hunt, Dean had to go home and be a mother, father and brother to Sam. He had to be the caretaker because John sure as fuck wasn’t going to do it. 

And then of course there’s Dean having very significant reactions anytime he’s clocked as gay, whereas Sam (once he gets past the initial “Eww - he’s my brother” part) isn’t fazed in slightest. How Dean repeatedly teases Sam by implying he wears women’s underwear, but remind me - who is it that canonically admits to actually doing that? 

Dean turning his nose up at Sam’s fancy coffee, because “Real men don’t drink out of cups this small” but when Sam tries to take it back from him, he’s refuses, because it’s not like he didn’t want the coffee, he just felt like he needed to put up the token protest first. (I could list a bunch of examples of this but that one is a personal favourite - makes me laugh every time.)

And then I think about how much he changes when he has his big cathartic confession to Mary, when he admits that he had to be a mother/father/brother to Sam, how he had to be everything to everyone, fulfil all of the expectations everyone had for him, and how he felt like a failure when he couldn’t live up to them. And how it just wasn’t fair. Because, yeah, Amara was on the money with that one, Mary was what he needed most so that he could finally admit all that to himself - could actually say the words out loud to the person whose death was the catalyst for everything. The false image of Mary as an innocent, perfect martyr is what John used to justify moulding Dean into the blunt instrument he used to fight his war after all. He needed to see that the Mary he’d grown up idealising wasn’t real.

Dean is so different post Mary. He makes Cas a mixtape. He quotes ‘Frozen’ and isn’t bothered at all by Sam’s surprised reaction to that. He giddily wears a nightgown and bakes cakes. I mean, Chuck sent Lilith to seduce Dean and it was a ridiculous ploy, because Dean acted more as a protector/older brother figure and would never have even considered sleeping with her. When John came back in s14 and tried to tell Dean he wishes he had a family, Dean firmly rejects the idea of the white picket fence, nuclear family John tries to raise. He’s adamant that he’s happy with the one he’s built for himself - that just because it’s unconventional, doesn’t make it any less of a “real” family.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely not saying Dean had fully dealt with all his issues with masculinity (and I think we’ve discussed the reasons he wasn’t fully able to a lot since 15x18/finale) but he’d come a long, long way since the Dean of the earlier seasons.

Anyway, apologies for the wall of text, it’s just been rattling around my brain today - needed to throw it out into the void.

[jessicaowo1]

Hi I love your stories 😍❤️ can I request an angst where Kageyama/tsukishima/sakusa (whoever is fine) and the reader are together but he fell out of love with the reader. Inspired by Demi Lovato's song "stone cold" the line in the song " if happy is her, I'm happy for you" really got me. Thank you please notice me 😊

Title: If Happy is Her

Genre: Angst

Pairings: Kageyama, Sakusa, Tsukishima

Author’s Note: Hello, when reading your request, my mind stopped and just imagined everything at once. I haven’t logged into the tumbler for a long time because I am adjusting to school at the moment (senior year during COVID). But here you go. Drink water!

Kageyama

It would have been your sixth anniversary but, who was counting.

Tokyo is cold this time of year, there was snowfall and a harsh breeze. You just go let out of another lecture and had a few hours to spend. Debating if you should go and pick up your friend at their 2:30 lecture, you noticed a cafe. The smell of chocolate and peppermint filled your nose. Maybe, you should buy a hot beverage or two. The rumble in your stomach consented to the idea.

After ordering two peppermint mochas, you sat down near the fire warming your hands. The ambiance of the room was like a holiday movie. Even though there were no hills to sled or an open lake to skate, kids were bundled up with layers of joy waiting for their hot chocolate.

Five minutes passed and you stood near the end of the counter waiting for your order. The barista comes up and begins to say two peppermint mochas rather than reading the name for the order. Your hand barely grazes the cups when another’s mittens grab them. You looked up and saw Kageyama, your ex-boyfriend.

Both of you were startled at this sudden interaction. Kageyama turns to the label and says, this one is mine. He takes both cups and walks towards a girl. She looks strikingly familiar, someone you shared a class with your third year.

As the girl reached for the cup, you saw a genuine smile on Kageyama’s face as he patted her head. Tears were daring to stream down your face, it was like the world was testing you. However, the thought of him happy made the feeling of sadness disappear for a second.

You grabbed your beverages and headed out the door. The cold struck reality.

Tsukishima

Resentful, that’s the emotion you will be feeling in approximately three hours. You are going to your folk’s house for family dinner. For the past two years of your life, you always went with your ex. Your siblings and parents loved your ex.

You haven’t gone to your folk’s house since the breakup, seven months ago. How could you hide so well, you guys broke up in February. Now it’s October.

Preparing yourself for the never-ending hugs and kisses, the relentless questions, an awkward silence, you scrolled through Instagram. You came across his page. You cursed yourself as you forgot to unfollow him from your span.

The picture in question was him with a beautiful person pumpkin picking. The cheesy caption, I got the perfect one from the bunch, made you cringe. After your initial reaction, you dove into this dark reality.

It took you a year to convince Tsukishima to go on cheesy dates, dress in a couple of costumes and, take pictures together. It took his new lover less than three months. Unlike your couple’s photos, his character seemed different. His pose and smile were natural, he was initiating the hug and, he was laughing.

As the strong person, you are. You put your phone down and began to think: You were training wheels for his next relationship.

Sakusa

Fright Feast, an amusement park decked out for Halloween. A perfect way to spend your Sunday. Jump scares roller coasters, candy apples, funnel cake and, more. You grabbed your friend’s hand as you walked through the haunted maze.

Your friend, on a sugar high, began to make jokes about your ex. How you wouldn’t be enjoying Halloween like this if he was around. How you would have to Lysol yourself before you could even come in ten feet of him.

They were there for the entire ordeal of the breakup. The crying, burning of letters and, tubes of ice cream. The incident happened a few months back but, the sugar rush gave them no consent to what they were saying.

After completing the maze, your friend ran over to the bathroom to puke their guts out. As you waited outside for them, you saw him. You rubbed your eyes a few times thinking the sugar was making you hallucinate.

It was him and with a girl. They were both holding hands as they waited in line for the boat rides. His demeanor changed, rather than hissing at people holding the railing or talking about the disgusting floor. He was happy, probably not to be there but to be there with her.

They looked so engrossed in the conversation. It made you think if you were to ever experience this love if both of you confronted the problem sooner than later. That wishful thinking was brought down by your persistent voice of reasoning.

Both of you grew at the end and rather than finding your orange, you found your yellow.

[vicious-vixxxen]

SugarDaddy!Enji X SugarBaby!Male Reader <3

Not entirely sure where this came from, but couldn’t help myself once it started :3 nothing crazy, and kinda short, so apologies for that, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Prompt fills should be out later this month: In the midst of a move, so slow going getting fills, out, but hopefully soon <3 thanks for the patience, and the continued support. Much love to you guys! Enjoy :3  Sugar Daddy!Enji x Sugar Baby!Male Reader

 (Sort of, kind of, it is but also not entirely the focus)

“What would you do without me, dad,” Fuyumi sighed, though her smile was palpable, even if Enji couldn’t see it- as she’d stepped behind him to lint roll his dinner jacket. Enji adjusting his watch, and catching the time, puffing his chest up a bit as he shooed his daughter back, and glanced at himself in the full length mirror once more, briefly. Enji would lie down and accept the sweet, bitter kiss from the grim reaper, before he ever told his daughter just where he’d found his date from. But, and as hard as it was to so much as admit it, Enji did know when to wave the white flag of defeat, and after three hours of trying to pick his own outfit, he’d shuffled off to her room and mumbled the bare minimum about having a date from an app tonight. Fuyumi had freaked out for all of ten minutes, before growing startlingly serious, and rifling through his closet for articles of clothing Enji had no idea were even there. And now...well, he looked more presentable than he had in ages. Granted, his wardrobe consisted of his hero suit ninety nine percent of the time, but still. Bidding Fuyumi goodbye was a whole other ordeal, but soon enough, Enji found himself- or rather, his driver, pulling up along the curb of the restaurant he’d asked you to. Not even a moment to gather himself, or suck in a few lungful's of crisp evening air, before his eyes landed on you. Your dazzling smile so bright, Enji had to keep himself from squinting, as you hurried over, and without so much as a hello first, threw your arms over the hero’s broad shoulders, and brought him down into a tight, warm hug. Enji squeezed back awkwardly, though your cologne was mouthwatering, and the feel of someone wanting to be in his arms almost made the older man dizzy, as he pulled back, and smoothed out the front of his jacket. Just to busy his hands, as you eyed him up, and your smile grew softer. More intimate. “It’s so nice to meet, finally. In person.” You laughed, gesturing for Enji to follow you to the front door, as there was already a man waiting to escort you back to your table. Well, Enji thought. Here goes nothing. 

“You’re nervous,” you pointed out quietly- gently, reaching across the table to lay one of your hands over Enji’s much larger one: meeting the older man's gaze as he stopped jiggling his leg, and focused his full attention on you. “Observant,” Enji huffed, though not unkindly, as he took a deep breath, and reached up with his free hand to tug at the neck of his sweater. Cheeks flush, both from the heat within himself, and his nerves. You were much more...handsome? Pretty? Drop dead gorgeous?- than your profile pictures had given you credit for, and even then you were one of the most beautiful specimens he’d ever laid his eyes on, so that was really saying something. “I try to be,” you laughed, bringing your other hand around to sip at your champagne, before laying your glass-chilled hand over the other covering Enji’s, to clasp them on either side- just holding his hand, and smiling. Awkwardness creeping back up Enji’s neck as his throat worked around the words he couldn’t quite find. “I could talk, if you’d like? And you can interject whenever you’d like. No pressure to, if you’re not ready. I could probably talk enough for the both of us.” You we’re trying to cut the man some slack, bless his big confused heart. Your online chats hadn’t divulged much, though you did get the gist from Enji. Bad relationship with his children. Not too close to anyone of his own age. He was lonely. And so were you. You were also broke as fuck, but all thoughts of monetary value flew out the window the second you hugged the man when you’d arrived. Seen the restaurant he’d asked you to; and the private balcony dinner he’d arranged. Enji was trying so hard, and it made your heart beat a little too fast. Your smile almost too bright.  “That...would be preferable, thank you,” Enji replied gruffly- though he cleared his throat after like he’d done it by accident. It only made you smile wider “Of course. A very considerate daddy you are,” you teased, referencing the website you met on jokingly- or at least, half jokingly- though the way Enji’s blush deepened had you stuttering around your first few sentences- glancing down suddenly as Enji turned his hand palm upward- holding your hands in return, as you laughed, suddenly, and began speaking smoothly. Squeezing the man’s hands in silent thanks, as he listened intently to you rambling on about your life. Where you went to school, what instrument you played, your favorite movies, and books. He really /listened/, grunting every so often to show you he was- and even interjecting with questions every so often; Enji really wanted to know about you. He wanted to listen. You’d never quite had anyone like that before. Not even close friends who cared enough to really listen to you. Your chest felt tight suddenly as you began touching on your most recent life happenings. Pausing slowly, voice getting quiet as you held Enji’s gaze, you lifted the older man’s hand to press a kiss to his palm. Snickering into it as Enji’s flames burst across his face at the contact. “Ah-Ahem. What uh...what’s that for?” He questioned, voice husky as he turned away slightly. Embarrassed at his flames for the first time since he was a pre-teen. “Just thanks, for listening,” you admitted with a shrug, kissing his palm again, even softer this time. Enji turned then, pure honesty in his gaze as he gathered his courage to speak clearly, “I could listen to you speak...for hours, if I’m being honest. You have..a lovely voice.” “Ah,” You nodded, your cheeks just as flushed as the hero’s as you swirled your champagne in its glass gently. Missing completely the way Enji’s face fell, and he withdrew his hands from atop the table, and back into his lap. The rest of the night went pretty much the same, though you noticed Enji seemed slightly more reserved, and gruff than before. Still just as attentive, still nearly mute, just more...withdrawn. Less open then he’d become as you spoke. It wasn’t until the date had come to an end, and he was escorting you out of the restaurant, and to the car he’d called to take you home, did you realize why. “Here you go.” Enji spoke quietly, yet clearly, crowding you in slightly so the valet couldn’t see the wad of cash he was holding out to you. Crisp bills neatly folded into a money clip, engraved with Enji’s initials. “Oh.” You’d almost forgotten by this point that this was sort of part of it. Or...well, it was the whole point, really. Or had been. “That’s….quite a lot of money,” You thought aloud, frowning at the way Enji’s brows drew down tightly, and he thumped the money into your chest gently. “I apologize for the evening. Please, just take it. It’s triple the amount we originally spoke of. Compensation for the poor company I’ve been.” You froze, staring between Enji’s eyes, that wouldn’t meet your own, and the cash being held out to you, Enji’s grip so tight on it his knuckles were white. /Oh/. So that’s what he thought. Earlier in the evening, your reaction to his sincerity, he’d read into it wrong. ….Sweet old man. “Silly daddy,” You sighed, smiling despite the situation- reaching up to tug out one solitary bill from the stack, before pressing Enji’s fist back into his own chest with one hand- the other snaking up and around the man’s neck, to ease him down to your level gently. “I can’t say I’ve ever had a more wonderful time with anyone before in my whole life. You listened, and saw me. And only me. For hours. I don’t think I can properly describe how absolutely wonderful that was. Truly. Silly,” You laughed again, watching the way Enji’s shoulders hunched, and tensed, a myriad of emotions flitting across his face, before he settled on bewilderment it seemed. The tiniest flames danced across his cheeks as you leaned up on your toes, brushing noses briefly, before capturing Enji’s lips in a soft, chaste kiss. Hand carding up and into the soft hair at the nape of Enji’s neck, scraping your nails through his scalp gently as your lips began to move against one another. Unsure, and hesitant, before that quickly melted away, leaving only the deepest desire, and want. A soft, needy noise leaving your mouth, that Enji swallowed up happily. Panting into your face as he pulled away, breath a wash of champagne, and the chocolate cake you’d both had for dessert. “Tip...for your driver,” You breathed, slightly dazed as you fell back into the car, feet firmly on the ground now- tapping your pocket where you’d slid the bill from the stack he’d held out to you at first. “I...should get going. But if I don’t have a text from you with the details of our next date when I get home, i’ll be one very disappointed boy,” You admitted quietly, cupping Enji’s cheek briefly- thumb sliding across his plump bottom lip, before you opened the back door of the car, and slid in. Wishing Enji a goodnight, before the door was shut, and you were being driven off towards home. Enji checked the time briefly as you pulled away, and once more when he finally was able to get his legs working again- nearly an hour had passed, in which he’d tried and failed multiple times to collect himself. Had that really just happened? The feel of his lips twisting up into a smile felt strange, and foreign for the pro hero. And as he walked home, to allow himself a chance to breathe finally, he began to laugh. Cupping his own face, and touching his lips, an incredulous laugh bubbled from deep within him as he threw his head back and allowed it to overtake him. Smiling in a way he hadn’t in...so, so long. Pulling his phone out, he immediately began texting you, checking your schedule for the next night, before suggesting going to a play. A quiet, private balcony just for the two of you. Close seats. Beautiful music. He could watch your reactions under the bright stage lights. It sounded fantastic. A text from Fuyumi chimed into his phone as he was nearly home, and still smiling like a love struck teenager. So? How was it!?-FT Enji sighed heavily, catching himself in a nearby shop window- looking too happy to be real, and recalling your words from earlier. Wonderful.-ET It was wonderful, Fuyumi.-ET

[wh6res]

one more time | markhyuck

"if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you’re gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" — lhc 

warnings. dubious content, swearing, bondage, voyeurism, masturbation, exhibitionism, mentions of stalking, fingering, oral (f receiving), degradation, there’s a knife (but no knifeplay), a threesome, implied kidnapping 

disclaimer. i dont condone anything. this isnt a normal relationship. this aint love.

note. prolly going to hell for this but who cares. markhyuck for @nakamotocore​ i wuv ya ie please get better soon! TT and dom hyuck for my napaka kalat na mami @donghyukcore​

against all rational thinking, haechan is getting bored from seeing the pathetic five feet distance between you and mark when he comes home. he tries to understand the other male in the relationship. truly, he does, even if he highly doubts that celibate little mark lee can pleasure you the way he can but everything's practically past that line now. donghyuck just wants to have some fun with you two, is that too much to ask for? at this point, he's blatantly ignoring the fact that you and mark don't even like each other.

but haechan cares for mark just as much as he cares about you and he won't just let his best friend miss out on all the fun things he can do to their little doll, right? what kind of a friend would he be? once haechan shoves him into a world of temptation and sin and pleasure, mark would kiss his self-induced celibacy goodbye.

plus, you've been awfully naughty these days.

talks about wanting to come home or getting at least a few rights to have gadgets were the only thing you said whenever you see him. it went as far as practically growling and running away from haechan when he tries to initiate something with you, screeching your lungs out and saying, "don't fucking touch me, you creepy little psycho!"

deflowering mark.

punishing you.

he'd be killing two birds with one stone.

he's fucked your stubborn little self into submission once, but all that overprivileged tv sessions might've put silly little ideas into your dumb little head again. alas, no worries, he'll just have to do it one more time. and maybe, now with the aid of his good 'ol buddy mark, they'll both be able to screw you up so good you'll never want to leave their clutches.

"gumdrop, can you come here for a second?"

haechan isn't deaf to the exaggerated groan you let out from the living room and it grates on his nerves how utterly brave you are for being passive aggressive. you reminded him of a little girl in a temper tantrum because they weren't given any candy - and when you show up in the master bedroom clad in your little pink dress, eyes upturned and sharp, a pathetic little girl was all he can think of when he saw you.

only now did he notice that you had even detangled your hair from the intricate braids haechan spent at least twenty minutes doing earlier this morning. where was mark all this time? why wasn’t he there to stop you? geez, you both are so going to get it, this time!

"what do you want?"

"can you give me a hug? i felt awfully stressed at work today. i need my little gumdrop."

this was obviously a test. don't get him wrong, he'll still punish you but if just this one time you learned to swallow that bitchy attitude and come crawling to him as the perfect lover should, maybe he won't be too harsh.

but he gave you too much credit, he thinks. of course his dumb cockwhore doesn't know shit. of fucking course, you wouldn't know it was a test. not when you scoffed, rolled your eyes at him, and spun in your heels to walk back to the living room.

"beat your meat with your own hands, creep."

haechan's reaction is immediate, his long legs allowing no delay in crossing the room to mercilessly fist your hair. he had pulled your hair so bad you thought it was going to rip right at the roots, all of his pent up anger due to your poor behavior channeling into that one grip.

you feel his scoff of disbelief against the curve of your neck as haechan pulls you flush against his body. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he laughs patronizingly. "beat my meat with my own hands – aw, baby! that has got to be the best one yet!"

it truly was, though. he's not going to lie. out of every vicious snarl and hate-induced words you said to him, that particular offhand comment takes the cake. seriously, sometimes haechan thinks you're deliberately trying to make him furious – gumdrop, if you wanted to be fucked silly, all you had to do was ask.

he hurls you to the mattress, breath knocking right out of your lungs. before you can even sit back up and crawl away from haechan, he's already crawling over your body to sit directly on your stomach, fiddling with something on the headboard. you nearly scream in frustration, no matter what you do, you just can't throw him off of you!

"i don't know why the fuck you're behaving this way but it's gone too far. one more time. do i need to fuck some respect into you, one more time?”

a new wave of motivation surges through you when you hear the familiar click clacking of metal. your eyes widened just a fraction, the only thing that gave away the unease quickly seeping under your skin. if not for haechan's perceptive eyes, he would have missed it.

he merely used one hand to grip both your wrists in a vice. "no!" you squirmed, tossing and turning and trying with all your might to get him off of you. "no! i don't want that – not the cuffs!"

he loops the respective bands around your wrists with practiced ease. the last handcuffs he used had torn and marked your skin, something haechan wasn't fond of. only he can paint your bare skin with colors.

thus, he bought newer ones. the bands were a bright shade of red, connected to each other using a medium sized chain that loops around one of the steel wires of the bed, and the little bells attached to the bands ring with your every movement.

haechan knows the bells drove you crazy. its incessant ringing driving you up the wall as you couldn't keep your hands still whenever he fucked you to oblivion – he knew how much you loathed the sound of the bells, all the more reason for him to enjoy.

and mark, too. speaking of which…

you stubbornly pull at your bounded hands, glaring at the man before you as he studies your state. the corners of his lips curl up at the sight of you struggling. "you always look so good in red, gumdrop."

before you were given a chance to reply, he stormed out of the room with a sense of purpose bounding his steps. "lee donghyuck!" you screamed. "fucking come back and get me out of these, you pervert!"

he can hear you thrashing in your chains and yelling profanities from a room away. where was the demure girl he turned you into after only a week living in the apartment? though funny enough, the blood in haechan's sadistic side rushes in excitement at the prospect of wiping that glare off your face. it wasn't the fear, nor your submission that gets him off. it was the idea that he can and he will break you down no matter how many times you try to build yourself back up again.

he's not too sure whether he's going to eliminate that dirty mouth you've developed, though. because you did make him snort in the most unattractive way when you told him he can fucking jack himself off when he had been merely asking for a hug. this aggressive side you developed is… nice. he can work with it.

"can you ask your play thing to keep it down?" mark hisses, flinching and making an offkey sound with his guitar when a certain screech from you caught him off-guard.

haechan smiles.

"why don't you shut her up?"

it took a good few minutes trying to talk mark into stepping into the bedroom where he's got you chained to the headboard, but alas, haechan can be persuasive if he wants to be.

frankly, the younger man is sick and tired of hearing both of you bicker – it's no wonder you've developed a sharp tongue! it's all mark's fault and yet it's haechan that has to do the dirty work of setting you straight all over again. you're a tough cookie to crack, someone hauntingly immune to the violence and chaos.

and yet…

"you don't – don't seriously plan on doing this, do you?" your eyes go back and forth between the two males, primarily addressing the younger, devil-spawned male. haechan, ever observant, picks up the light tremor in your voice.

haechan had uttered a playful "if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you're gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" before forcing the older boy to sit by your side, mark's thighs grazing the temples of your head as your eyes awkwardly flutter up to the spectator.

mark couldn't deny he was intrigued by the emotion reflecting in your orbs. when your eyes met, it was a silent plea, he just knew it was. and unlike vulnerable and helpless you, mark, to some extent, still had at least some sense of freedom to him. he can choose to walk away, to stop haechan from trying to get him laid, maybe even talk the other boy into postponing your punishment.

but he'll do no such thing.

not because he has a moral compass (he doesn't, really) but because mark knew firsthand, there's no stopping haechan once he sets his mind into something – and right now, if that boy wants to punish you and use mark to fulfil his exhibitionistic fantasies then that's what'll happen.

your bottoms were the first to go, haechan's blunt nails digging into your skin as he pulled it down slowly, patronizingly, while watching bemused at your squirming. "this is how you know she needs a reminder," he says, addressing mark. "a good princess should take whatever's given to her like a good girl but if she's being an ungrateful brat –"

you flinch when he harshly smacks your thigh.

"– she gets what’s coming for her, right?"

there's a second's delay with mark's reply. haechan didn't mean for the question to be rhetorical, he wanted an answer from the other boy.

"right, mark?"

"r – right…"

haechan laughs, flipping the skirt of your dress up. "what, are you that excited for pussy that you're stuttering? that's cute."

you hear mark intake a sharp breath when haechan dives in to give you feathery kisses in your inner thigh. he always starts off this way, after figuring out this gets you wet way faster than simply kissing you.

as haechan starts talking, lips lazily grazing over your skin, you fight hard not to utter a single sound as you pull on your chains. "listen carefully, markie. do you hear those whimpers? she likes it," you feel the prickles of his sharp stare. "she's just too much of a fucking brat to admit it. go on gumdrop, your fighting spirit makes this all the more interesting."

you hate the patronizing tone he used as his hands trail higher, and higher until it's pinching at the bud of your clit. and against your whole being trying to keep your lips sealed, alas, it parts and creates a soft whimper that has mark stiffening next to you.

haechan lays his tongue flat against your folds. you weren't in the least bit wet yet to accommodate his size, but that's easy. he merely circles the bud with the tip of his tongue before pushing two fingers in. months of standing in the shadows outside your window had made him memorize the movement of your fingers whenever you pleasured yourself.

he felt the jolts of the bed as you shook your head side to side, trying with everything you can to hold your moans in. a corner of his lips can’t help but curl up. "what, gumdrop? too shy to lose yourself because we have an audience? don't worry our celibate little friend over here seems to like it. go on, give him a show."

too lost in the ministrations of his lips and fingers, you don't see haechan meeting eyes with mark, nodding at an object lying on the bed side table. you can only shudder when the cool tip of a knife presses against the base of your throat, hooking under the collar of your dress as mark slowly rips it off.

but haechan doesn't have the patience. "dude, give that to me. at your phase you'll get her naked tomorrow. let the tip cut her skin, the bitch deserves it anyway."

you scream when he drags it unceremoniously down your front, narrowly missed tearing at your navel. there are a few pricks of pain here and there for when the knife accidentally nicked your skin. he sure was ruthless as can be. why did you even bother acting like a brat, cursed him out, when it gave you no benefits whatsoever? did he unknowingly transform you into this sick little masochist that thrived on his sadism?

"no."

it was a defeated whisper. the last of your resolve turning into dust as the breath escapes your lungs. why did losing feel so heavy in your chest? you don't notice your arms slumping, nor your head nodding off to one side, the weight of your horrible reality sinking into you once again as if you had only been kidnapped yesterday.

but it had not been yesterday. it's been days. weeks. months. and the last time you sneakily got ahold of mark's phone and searched for your name, the last news clip or article published about your disappearance had been three months ago. that only meant one thing.

they weren't looking for you anymore.

just like that the world continued, other people's lives continued. all the while you're stuck here, rotting in the arms of your captors.

haechan's face emerged in front of you. he smiles and you would've believed he felt an ounce of guilt if not for that wicked stare in his eyes. "you've always been most beautiful like this, gumdrop. the hope disappearing in your eyes upon the realization that no one's coming for you anymore – i love it. i love you, my pretty girl."

he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead but he might as well have shot you straight in the heart.

there was no warning, nothing to ready you for the sudden intrusion happening on your bottom half and it was so bad, that it made you shut your eyes, hands wrapping around the chains as tears started falling across your cheeks.

rough fingers reached out and wiped them away.

something felt off.

the fingers were too calloused, opposed to the softness of haechan's nimble fingers. and while the aforementioned male had more length than girth, the person who's thrusting himself inside you is the complete opposite. he's stretching you out too much, not even bothering to give you time to adjust when he's already bucking his hips like an animal.

"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you…"

this wasn't haechan.

and when you fluttered your eyes open to see mark's boyish little face, you can't help that look of betrayal painting your features. at least you only had to deal with one obsessive, sex-deprived freak. now, you're not so sure if you can handle both of them.

how foolish of you to think that mark's self-induced celibacy stretched far and wide when in reality, he was also just a boy with his own needs. a slave to his own temptations.

how cruel. so, so cruel.

in the back of your mind, you were thankful haechan cared enough to properly get you in the mood or else you would've been staining the bed sheets red by how deep and frantic mark’s thrusts were. it felt like he wanted to tear you in half.

"if i didn't know better i'd say you're experienced, markie! i wouldn't fucking know you're a virgin by how much you're humping her like a dog.”

curse him and his dirty mouth. his constant degradation is making it easier for mark to slide in and out of you, and a proof for that is the lewd slick sounds echoing in the room partnered with the older male's deep grunts – a complete opposite of the pitched, whiny sounds haechan makes.

'gumdrop, come on! be noisy with our first-timer here just how you're always noisy with me, yeah? don't be such a killjoy." the pout in his voice is evident, coming from the side of your ear.

you wish you had never turned your head, otherwise you wouldn't have to see him pumping his own dick in his hands right in front of you. the glare you shot probably looked pathetic, what with all the tears streaming down your face and your little theory proves true when you see his mouth quirk up to the side.

"i fucking hate you."

"mark, fuck her harder, wouldja? until she learns her fucking lesson."

the disturbed stare you gave him does not slip his notice, his hand's pace turning erratic, spurred by the slick sound of your walls, skin clapping, and mark's broken whines.

make him stop, your eyes said. please.

but haechan only shoots you an innocent smile before shaking his head. "didn't you tell me to beat my meat with my own hands?"

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