#her initial reaction to the cake took me out

[dreamyoui]

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[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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[shyamanuensis]

The Blush Game

The game was called ‘make me blush’ and it was something you were becoming quite proficient in. The prize? Dinner with the boy of your choice. Homemade – restaurant – picnic style… the choice was yours but in order to get this, you needed their cheeks to go red in public.

𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕙 –

This should have been easier; but unfortunately, Garreth gave as good as he got with the game which is why you knew you had to be smart, tactical and play your cards right. Your best chance was during Transfiguration; firstly because your seat was directly beside his and secondly well… because of another Weasley that you knew had a rather stern influence over Garreth’s behaviour. While the rest of the class was focused on attempting t turn cauldron cakes in cabbages, you scooted your seat a little closer; elbow resting on the desk, head dropped into your hand with a light thud as you watched Garreth intently while keeping an eye out for Professor Weasley to walk by and be in ear shot. Just as she did, in a rather loud and confident voice you did your best to aim the question you’d spent nearly a week preparing and perfecting straight at the red-headed joker. “Garreth – if you can guess the colour of my knickers correctly, I’ll give you a blowjob you’ll nevverrr forget.” Perhaps it was a Weasley reaction – something built into their DNA because you’d never seen two peoples faces turn as red as the hair on their heads. “Oh, sorry Professor”, you apologised with a sweet smile, “Didn’t see you there.” Pushing her glasses up onto her face again, with a small chuckle, Professor Weasley kept her stroll around the classroom going and you, turned your attention back towards Garreth with a shit eating grin. “...you can pick me up tomorrow night at 7 from outside my common room. Call ahead to that new French restaurant in town and get us a table yeah?”

𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤 -

For someone who was an innocent as he was when it came to the opposite sex, Ominis was like a fortress when it came to trying to break him down just enough to get that blush to appear. The compliments – they only resulted in a scoff for an answer, attempting to be physically flirtatious – yeah that was useless; the thing you did have though on your side was access to his best friend’s mind and with that you had grilled Sebastian with what must have been a thousand questions until you stumbled across one that finally, you appreciated the answer of. “What’s Ominis’ least favourite kind of... I don’t know – music?” “Love ballads.” The attempt Sebastian made to try and recall his answer was proof of how much you needed to act upon on what information you’d just been given and with that; you left your books in the library without a care for what happened to them as you ran to the Slytherin common room and burst through the door, overhearing Imelda and Ominis chatting about how ridiculous some of the first years were in trying to keep a look out for mermaids at the windows. “Ominis…”, you called out smirking as you slowly began to stalk over to him, Imelda raising an eyebrow at what seemed like a sudden demand for attention. “so goodbyeeee, please don’t cryyy”, you began to sing, voice getting louder and louder with each step you took until you were a mere few feet away embracing a full blow serenade towards him. “We both know I’m not what youuu need ANNNDDDD IIIIIII WILLL ALLLWAAAYSSSSS LOOVVEEEE YOUUUUUUU!!!!” Ominis’ wand slipping from his hands defeated his initial reaction in attempting to cast a silencing charm your way and he knew he was done for when Imelda asked him why he’s cheeks had gone red. “A picnic by the lake would be nice – maybe on Saturday, weathers supposed to be good.”

𝕤𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕟 -

You had been trying to break him for weeks to get a blush – suggestions from everyone around you fell flat. Flattery? No that he lived for as if it was a life-source to have his ego stroked. Physical touch? Yeah that was off the cards – he would take just about anything he could get from literally well; anyone. No, what you needed to do was catch him off guard; when he was least expecting you to pounce and attack and it was for this reason and this reason only, you managed your most upmost, proper behaviour every mealtime in the Great Hall. Chatter to a minimum, focused on your food, swallowed every bite delicately like a proper lady should. It was the evening of the end of term feast bringing spring to an end when Sebastian gazed over at you – inquiring why you hadn’t tried to make him blush the last few weeks. “Maybe I’ve got better things to waste my time on Sebastian…” “Oh yeah – like what?” That stupid smug smirk which pulled at his lips as he neatly folded his arms made you want to seethe, but instead, you kept your cool; kept it all the way until speeches were about to be made by the faculty when you finally made your move. “UGHHHH SEBASTIANNNN!” you slammed your hand hard against the dining table before running it through your hair, the whole student body turning to stare out of sheer curiosity. “THAT FELT SOOOO GOOD.” The sultry tone of your voice dripping on every word you said. ‘TOUCH ME LIKE THAT AGAIN UGHHHHHH!” You couldn’t tell if he was turning red due to appreciation at your boldness, fear or utter embarrassment – neither could he; but it was definitely the gossip of the castle for the next term, pretty happy with yourself even though you’d gotten back-to-back detentions for the next 6 Saturdays straight.

“So – you could come by my place over the holidays and make me breakfast --- I like my eggs well done.”

[petitelepus]

OH MY GOD I LOVE REVERSE ISEKAI, AHHH I WANT TO SEE THIS, OK

The hashiras come to this current world by some blood technique for example and they must live with f reader (just in case she is rich to support some hashira xd)

How would they react when they fell into the modern world and interacted with the reader and modernity? What changes would fascinate them? What habits would they have? (and I would like to know what reaction they would have when trying the ice cream xd)

Summary: Hashiras come to your doorstep and you welcome them to your home. There are things they enjoy in the Modern World and ice cream also.

Warnings: Sanemi Curses

A/N:  Reader, Female Reader, Isekai, Reverse Isekai, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Muichiro Tokito, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Gyomei Himejima, Obanai Iguro

You were pretty young when you lost your parents in a tragic accident, but that horrible accident did grant you more money than you could ever wish for.

Sadly, you had been fooled in the past by people you thought were your friends, but now, they were just jackals after your money. They showed you very early that human beings were awful beings and you shouldn't trust even one of them.

You had isolated yourself in this mansion just outside of the city where you lived alone, most rooms empty and collecting dust as you had no real reason to use them.

Then suddenly, one day these 9 people in weird clothing appeared at your doorstep in the pouring rain, asking you if you had any room for them to spare as they had no idea where they were.

You were suspicious as Hell… But these 7 men and 2 women appeared genuine and you couldn't sense any hostility coming from them.

So you took them in and once they were warm you started to talk and… Their story was a crazy one. They said they came from Japan and that they were actually Demon Slayers.

Okay, you were suspicious as Hell, thinking that maybe they were just cosplaying scammers… But you chose to believe them because your modern mansion and electronics and such drew them breathless in a way that couldn't be faked.

So you asked if they would like to live with you and they were against it, saying that they can't use your hospitality against you. That was another sign that they were genuine and not after your money.

"I'd like to offer my home to you," You smiled for the first time in ages, "Taken, that you will spend some time with me?"

"Your hospitality knows no boundaries," The Slayers said as they bowed their heads to you, "We are eternally grateful."

And so began your new interesting and exciting life with the 9 Hashiras.

Initially, they were all at a loss when they ended up in your world which was way more modern and… Safer than their own world. With no Demons to hunt, they felt lost, but with your help, they are learning to adapt to this new strange world.

All 9 of them are taken aback by the modern technology and new cultures around the world.

Kyojuro and Mitsuri are amazed by anything food-related really.

They can't almost believe how easy cooking can be in this era of yours. Air fryers, microwaves, blenders, they are all new and exciting, even small robots that bring food to your doorstep!

What really amazes them both are the different countries and their food cultures. Both of them are super eager to try anything new and most likely love everything offered to them.

Kyojuro can't understand how many countries there really are, and how much food there just is. Spanish paella, Italian pasta, American fried chicken, so many possibilities and foods to try out!

"Did you know about this wonderful food called pizza? Apparently, you can put anything you really want on it and top it off with some cheese! There is also some amazing crispy fried chicken!"

Mitsuri has a huge sweet tooth and will eat anything put before her. New chocolate flavors she never heard of, fluffy cakes, savory pastries, and sweet candy, she will eat it all, and when she really likes something she starts running around, offering the treats to other Hashiras to try also.

"Hey hey, Obanai, have you tried this chocolate? It has nuts in it, and this one has some kind of mint goo inside, but my favorite has to be this one with strawberries in it!"

Tengen and Muichiro are taken aback by the shower and different products designed for hair, face, and body.

While the shower is handy, Tengen enjoys long baths. He loves to try out all the different scented bath bombs and bath salts there are and therefore he always smells amazing. He is also the type to take care of his skin, applying different face masks, oils, and creams in order to take care of himself. He is also the one who puts cucumber slices over his eyes.

"Oh, are you perhaps looking at my fantastic skin? It's all thanks to these modern lotions! Maybe if you try some also then you would look better also!"

Muichiro comes out of the shower looking like a wet dog since he has the longest hair out of all Hashiras but he also takes care of it accordingly. While in the shower, he will apply proper shampoo, conditioner, and a hair mask also, guaranteeing that his hair looks marvelous. His hair can be a pain to dry but with the blowdryer, he isn't only done quickly but his hair looks shinier and smoother also.

"What? My hair? Hmm, I guess it looks better now that I'm taking more care of it..."

Sanemi and Obanai might have the hardest time getting used to the modern era. They are both a little reluctant to open up to you and your time. Don't get me wrong, they are thankful that you took them in, but they feel a little out of place.

Your toilets are different. You actually sit on them and not squat over them. It's a good change, but Sanemi cursed so hard that the whole mansion heard him when your smart toilet first time squirted water at his ass. After that incident, he demanded that you teach him how to use the toilets and how to prevent getting squirted at.

"Fucking piece of shit! Leave my ass alone! Next fucking time I'll destroy you!"

What Obanai likes though is how easy and normal face masks are. He doesn't have to bind his lower face every morning, he just pulls a mask over his face and is ready. Eating and drinking are easier also and while he knows he is in a safe environment with you and other Hashiras, he prefers to hide his expressions and feelings.

"The masks are an everyday thing now... I don't feel so out of place..."

Shinobu and Gyomei are both taking the changes calmly and are both collected as they absorb information like sponges. They are very open and willing to learn and to give everything a chance.

Shinobu is impressed by the vast literature and is eager to read as many books as humanely possible. There is a book for everything, cooking, gardening, cultures, novels, and so much more.

"Ara, the modern-day literature is so rich and vast! It might take me a moment to read everything I want, but I'm eager to try."

Gyomei who couldn't really read properly due to his blindness, is so happy when you show him eBooks and how virtual personal assistants like Siri or Alexa can search for information for him by simply asking so he doesn't need to use the computer by hand. When he asks if he can change his virtual assistant's voice, he asks if he could change it to your voice.

"Namu Amida Butsu... Thank you for teaching me how to cope with this day and time. I'm eternally grateful."

Giyu loves how peaceful your world is. With no Demons to hunt, he can take time for himself and embrace this modern world as a new and fresh beginning. He takes things slowly, one day at a time, and savors moments with you because you opened your heart and home for him and his companions.

"Thank you... I don't know what would have happened to us if it wasn't for your hospitality and kindness."

Ice cream actually existed during the Taisho period, but there weren't nearly as many different flavors as the modern world has.

Kyojuro will eat a whole tub of cookie dough ice cream in one go if you let him. There is no stopping him when he finds something he likes!

Mitsuri adores strawberry cheesecake-flavored ice cream. It has the taste of strawberry with something extra delicious!

Tengen loves Tutti Frutti ice cream because it has tons of sweet flavor in it. It can be pretty colorful also if prepared the way he likes it.

Muichiro enjoys mochi ice cream the most. They come in different colors and flavors and are easy to eat.

Sanemi likes Macha-flavored ice cream most since they don't make Ohagi-flavored ice cream... Yet, anyway.

Obanai enjoys mostly mint chocolate. Some say it tastes like toothpaste, but he can't taste it himself. He finds it very delicious.

Shinobu likes mild but tasteful French vanilla. It can be eaten as it is or add something to it to bring in different flavors.

Gyomei prefers chocolate ice cream because of how sweet and rich it is. It makes him smile.

Giyu really likes the mild but sweet taste of the whipped cream flavor. It's sweet and much like vanilla, it can be combined with other things.

[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.

[sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan]

You Guys Didn't Forget!

(Featuring Confident!Chris x Reserved! Matt x Fem!Reader)

Author's Note: I felt bad for my last two angst fics, so here's some tooth aching fluff 😻 If you like this au, send in asks, personal messages, or write comments about them (This is an original idea of mine. Please inbox or personal message me if you'd like to use any of these characters as 'inspiration' of some sort!)

Contents/Warnings: Mostly just fluff! Implied polyamorus situationship ( no incest & no actual relationship (yet) ! ), pet names (sweetheart & pretty girl), mentions of forgetting a birthday (I don't know, it could be triggering, I guess), & possibly more!

Third Person Point of View

Word Count: 562 (Am I in my lazy girl era? 😖)

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Divider by: @bernardsbendystraws (hopefully it's giving birthday 😅🤞🏽)

It was a few days before her birthday, and the excitement in the air was buzzing. She was blissfully unaware of the grand plans Chris and Matt had been orchestrating. The two brothers, part of a unique triplet set, each cherishing her in their own special way. Their older triplet brother, Nick, played a supportive role, always ready to lend a hand or a listening ear.

Chris and Matt had been holding secret meetings, filled with whispers and laughter, as they planned the perfect surprise party. They spent evenings selecting decorations and brainstorming themes, their excitement growing with each passing day.

The morning of her birthday had arrived, and with it, a twinge of sadness. She couldn't shake the feeling that her friends might have forgotten. Meanwhile, Matt and Chris maintained an air of normalcy, though their hearts raced with anticipation. They finalized last-minute details, making excuses to keep her away from the house, the focal point of their surprise.

Nick, ever the conspirator, took on the task of keeping her occupied. He planned a spa day, filled with pampering and light-hearted conversation, ensuring she remained blissfully unaware of the preparations underway.

“I can't believe they forgot, I've been so excited about my birthday!”

“Well I'm here celebrating with you, girl!”

With the house empty, Chris and Matt set to work, transforming the living room into a vibrant celebration space. Balloons and streamers adorned the walls, and a bold "Happy Birthday!" banner hung proudly. The kitchen table was laden with a beautifully decorated cake, an assortment of snacks, and carefully wrapped presents. Nick, in his eagerness, almost let slip the secret, but a quick save kept the surprise intact.

“Matt and Chris want us to come over for — to hang out,” Nick said casually as they finished up their spa day.

Under the guise of a casual hangout, they invited her over. As she stepped through the door, the lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the room. She took a few steps inside, and suddenly, the brothers leaped from their hiding spots, shouting, "Surprise!" Her eyes widened in shock, quickly melting into joy as the reality of the moment sank in.

Her reaction was everything they had hoped for —initial disbelief followed by a cascade of happy tears.

“Oh my gosh, you guys didn't forget!”

The room filled with laughter and music as they celebrated with games and shared stories. Each gift she unwrapped was proof of their thoughtfulness, leaving her feeling deeply cherished and grateful.

“Thank you all, I love everything so much!”

As the evening wound down, she found a quiet moment to reflect on the day's events. Surrounded by those who cared for her dearly, she realized just how fortunate she was. The warmth of their bond was a promise of enduring support.

She was laying in Chris's bed, in-between both of her boys, Chris and Matt. “Thank you both for today,” she whispered to them, kissing their foreheads gently.

With hearts full, they pledged to always be there for one another, ending the day with a sense of joy that felt like it would last a lifetime.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Chris said, holding her hips and lower half tightly as he reciprocated her kiss to the forehead. “We'll always be here for each other, pretty girl.” Matt added, kissing her forehead also as he held onto her top half.

[mangohgeckoh]

Chemical Reaction (Chapt 3)

Chemical Reaction Chapter 3 "The Beginning Of The End" - Song of the Chapter: "Sail" by AWOLNATION "This is how an angel dies, blame it on my own sick pride, blame it on my ADD baby, sail," TW: Child abuse and death of a child. -

With time, Felicia’s belly grew. Against everyone’s wishes, she continued to work in the mines. However, once she hit her second term, Connol was able to convince her to stay home if he were to take her shift too. Since he was working a double shift at the mines to make ends meet as well as prepare for a baby, her friends pitched in and took turns watching over her. Vander would help her forget about morning sickness by cracking a few jokes, she could rant and confide to Ophelia anytime she needed, while Benzo would have Ekko make her strange yet useful contraptions for gifts, even Anton would watch her when Vander needed to tend to his bar.

The Last Drop skyrocketed in popularity faster than a Yordle could devour a cake! This meant Vander wasn’t able to contribute as much as he had initially wanted to, but when Felicia was at the bar he made sure she was supplied with fluffy pillows and a quiet table off to the side. When the time came, Felicia went into labor in the basement of The Last Drop. Not the most ideal place for a baby, but hospitals weren’t exactly common in the Undercity. Once Vander heard that she went into labor, he closed the bar and ran down the stairs. She was surrounded by the familiar faces that helped her through her pregnancy. That night, anyone walking by the bar could tell you that the screams of a woman emitted from the bar. Ophelia sprinted through the streets of the Undercity, with one mission in mind: find Connol, tell him that it is time. His late shift couldn’t have come at a worst time. But he knew when he turned to see Ophelia out of breath face in the mines that the baby was being born.

The baby was delivered safely, even sporting a pink tuft of hair on the top of her small head. Felicia was enthralled with the baby, maternal instincts kicking in just like her friends said they would. Little violet was spoiled by her parents and their friends, well as spoiled as a kid from the fissures could be. Everyone pitched in when they could but as close as everyone was, they slowly grew apart as time went on.

A year after the baby was born Benzo opened a business deeper into the Undercity, Silco continued to pour himself into his plans for a New Zaun and Vander was preoccupied with his bar as well as helping Silco. Ophelia had almost completely lost contact with Vander due to a famine starting to creep its way into her camp. She had more kids that were plucked off the streets, more mouths to feed. Dart, the young woman in charge, started to take the older children out to find food, anything sufficed. Thankfully, as quick as the food shortage came, it passed. There was still a scarcity of food but no one had to eat half a slice of moldy bread for the meal of their entire day.

It was a dreary day that Ophelia opened the sheet metal door to Felicia, she had a four year old Violet holding a bunny plush with her. “Felicia!” Ophelia gasped, beckoning the pair in. “Oh have I missed you both,” Ophelia opened her arms towards the toddler who sported a pink bob. Violet jumped into her arms enthusiastically, still holding the bunny toy. The two friends continued to catch up while Violet played with children of the camp her age. “What’s this?” Felicia groaned at the odd tasting water. “I thought you had a water filter?”

Ophelia giggled, taking a sip of the herbal concoction. “It’s tea. Silco introduced me to it, I believe he found a bag at Benzo’s.” Ophelia’s sharp eyes fell upon her friend sitting across from her, eyeing the tea. “It’s from Piltover.” That made Felicia put the cup on the barrel that served as a table next to her. “Don’t need to tell me twice,” She leaned in. “You’re not turning Pilt…are ya?”

Ophelia held up a hand. “Nonsense. Simply trying out a recommendation from a friend.” She took another sip as silence overcame them. Felicia’s eyes were fixed on her daughter playing with the children across the room. “Friend, huh? How is Silco anyways?”

Humming into her tea, Ophelia paused. “Busy, as usual. Him and I will be investigating Piltover’s sewers soon.” Her Vastayan ears flicked, waiting for a response from her friend. Felicia snickered. “What?” Ophelia looked at her friend curiously. “Nothing, nothing, just…” She giggled before giving her friend a look. “You two ‘been getting real friendly.”

Face turning red, Ophelia set her cup down. Just as she was about to retort, Felicia interrupted. “Good for you. I’ve been rooting for you two weirdos.” She picked her cup up, mimicked a toast before taking a sip. “Ew! I forgot! Bleh!”

After catching up Felicia made Ophelia promise that she’d attend a monthly get-together as she was starting to feel a bit lonely. Of course Ophelia agreed, she needed a distraction from undermining Topside as well as keeping the camp a float.

2 years flew by, life staying the same. Except the fissures got progressively worse. The group kept their word on the monthly meetings despite it being difficult with everyone’s new schedules. Everyone wanted to do this for her, for Felicia. Felicia fell pregnant again. “Another girl.” She broke the news to Vander, Silco and Ophelia with a weak smile at one of their get-togethers. Ophelia knew she was nervous but not as nervous as she was with Vi. Even though she was nervous, the expecting mother knew that her friends had her side. - The baby had no complications. Except for scaring everyone in the room half to death. She didn’t cry, not one bit. But once Felicia held her newborn, she melted. “Hello, Powder.” She whispered, her tear stained face nuzzling the baby.

Powder proved to be a handful, she loved to rough house with Vander. Anytime Felicia came to visit her old friends with 4 year-old Powder and 10 year-old Violet, Powder would sprint across the room just to jump on Vander’s back. Violet, on the other hand, enjoyed rivaling him in, a very much fixed, boxing match. But she learned to hit harder the older she had gotten.

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After a busy day, Ophelia and Silco entered the Last Drop. Vander beamed from across the bar at the sight of his friends. “Welcome back- oh woah what's that smell?” Any patrons around the pair quickly escaped to the opposite side of the bar, clutching their noses. “Sorry, Van,” Ophelia sniffed herself and made a face. “Silco and I just got back from Topside's sewers.”

“Okay…” He flipped his hand towel over his broad shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. “But why do you two have to go mucking about here while smelling like that?” Vander’s nose scrunched at the smell now taking over his bar. Ophelia and Silco exchanged smirks before walking to the counter, a customer sitting next to where they stood scooted to the farther side of the bar. “It appears I left my notes here. Have you seen them?” Silco’s head tilted, completely ignoring the stench wreaking off himself. “Yeah, yeah. Your book is right under the counter. I’ll grab it. Just stay away from the cushions, that stuff is expensive to get cleaned.” Ophelia giggled.

The Vastayan’s senses were triggered. ‘Watching.’ All of a sudden she felt someone next to her watching. Listening to her instincts, she looked over her shoulder to see Silco’s form beside her. She could of sworn his seafoam green eyes glanced away from her own just as she turned. The notebook slammed on the counter they were leaning on. “Here, I beg you please leave before my customers do.” He begged.

Suddenly, the front door to the bar swung open with a bang as someone backed in through the doorway with a crate-loaded dolly. “Well would you look at who it is,” Vander rounded the counter, arms open enthusiastically. “Anton, my friend! I was starting to worry something happened to you.”

Anton, an older fellow with short blonde hair gave a tired smile. “No, no, just had an increase in sales from the other establishments I sell my stock too.” He hoisted the dolly into the bar with one last pull, careful to not jostle the crates. “I’d love to deliver these to you more often but I just don’t have the time.” He took off the cap he was wearing and itched his neck. Vander gave his old friend a pat on the back. “Please, you already give me a generous discount. Consider yourself forgiven.” He whispered that last part to Anton. Vander’s friend took a clipboard that sat atop the crates.

While he had his friend sign off the alcohol delivery, Ophelia felt a tug on her sleeve. Once Silco got her attention he tipped his head towards the basement. Nodding at her friend, they waved Vander goodbye and, at the relief of the customers, disappeared into the basement. Ophelia felt like the increase in time with Silco was a consequence of Vander becoming quiet. He’d stew behind the bar, quietly making drinks while mulling over something in his head. Anytime he’d overhear a patron talking about Piltover he’d snap and dive into a heated rant about how they oppress us .

Ophelia watched from her perch upon jagged rocks as the children of her camp played in the water below. They had begged her for the past few weeks about allowing them to go to the beach in the fissures. Well, the piece of land filled with scarp rocks and hard sand was as close as they were going to get to a beach. She only agreed if she chaperoned them. The day was hot, humidity practically causing anyone outside to bake. Ophelia almost thought it was her about to suffer from a heatstroke when she heard shouting from behind. She quickly splashed water onto herself to cool her temperature before turning to investigate the noise. An enforcer marched across the sand to the children playing. It was a random search. "Sir," Ophelia ran as fast as she could to the scene, watching her children becoming tense from fear. "Sir! Is there a problem?" She finally caught up to him. "This is just part of my job. I am looking for a young fugitive," He held up a wanted poster of someone she's never seen before. "And these children fit the description."

He moved to advance on the children when Ophelia grabbed his arm. "Please, leave them be! They don't look anything like the poster." She tried to remain calm but her heart was racing. He yanked his arm from her grasp, causing her to stumble. "Don't touch me!" The officer growled at her.

"Leave her alone."

Ophelia and the now aggravated enforcer snapped their heads to a frightened girl. Ophelia's heart sank when she saw a shiv in her shakey hands. "Allie-go back to the others." Was what Ophelia wanted to say, but the officer was faster.

Allie was on the ground under the enforcer's weight. "No!" Ophelia screamed, she ran and tried to claw the officer off of her but he was too strong. "She's a child! She's a child!" She sobbed but the enforcer turned, throwing Ophelia off his armor. When she recovered Allie was gone, suffocated from his weight. Seeing the horrified look on Ophelia's face, the officer growled. "It's just protocol." He stepped over the girl's body. "She had a weapon." He started to walk towards Ophelia with a pair of handcuffs now dangling in his hands. "You'll need to come with me." She didn't listen, just stood in place frozen. Her eyes glued to the child she knew for the past few months. Allie had a sister, she loved bugs, she had dreams, she was protective even though she was 7. Cold metal clicked against her skin, but it was only a few seconds that they had been hooked around her wrists when the enforcer's body flew across the sand and fell against a rock. His body covered in blue feathers. They stuck out of him like knives.

Other trenchers watched in horror as Ophelia fell to the ground. Wanting nothing to do with the violence, people ran.

The beach cleared out fast as blood soaked the sand around the enforcer's body.

[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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[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.

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Arthur's Sacrifice-18

Change of plans (no warning apply)

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“Filomena Shelby!” Thomas Shelby's large booming voice filled the down stairs drawing her out of the nursery where she had been playing with Billy. Her fathers emerged from the living room and Linda from the kitchen. It was late afternoon. No one had been expecting the head of the Shelby clan.

He stood in the open doorway to her fathers country house looking expectantly at them all. He'd dropped by unannounced as usual.

"Family meeting now." He called as he walked past Arthur into the living room. Her father and stepmother searched her face looking for a clue. Filly smiled and picked up Billy and followed the caretakers in.

"Sit." Her Uncle pointed to the couch motioning for all four of them to sit and listen. Filomena glanced at her Uncle. He looked relaxed and far less stressed then the last time she'd seen him.

She silently hoped that was a good omen that his meeting with Luca went well.

"I had an in person meeting with Luca and Audrey Changretta this morning in Charlie's yard." Tommy paused and watched the faces around him change and seek out truths in each other's faces. Filomena was smiling. He'd listened to her, good.

Tommy lit a cigarette and took a few long drags allowing the pregnant pause to permeate the air. Arthur was uncomfortable and Linda was literally sitting on the edge of her seat eagerly awaiting the news.

"What did he have to say now Tommy?" Arthur's gruff voice was low and jagged. He was tired. No one was sleeping well after the cake incident.

"Were signing Luca on to 20 percent of each of our businesses. Any new business will strictly be ours unless it is conducted in America. The proceeds of those twenty percent of our business will go into a bank account for Filomena and her future children with Changretta." Thomas waited letting the news sink into the adults' brains. Filomena was startled. When did the twenty percent come up?

"This is an added addition to the Vendetta. It thought her marriage to Luca was the white flag?" Linda's voice was high and laced with concern.

Filomena glanced at Tommy. Why hadn't he mentioned to anyone that the Vendetta had wavered? Did he not tell them everything?

"If I were in Luca's position…I wouldn't end the Vendetta not even if Grace had asked me. Apparently Filomena, who has been seeing him, as we know, caught on to a few things being said around the Changretta household when she was wedding planning with Audrey. She and Luca had a few talks and this was a solution your daughter came up with." Thomas seemed impressed as did her father with her initiative. Truthfully Filomena had impressed her uncle with her loyalty and plan. She'd found a way to compromise and play everyone silently until they did as she suggested. Polly had been proud of her.

"I never said anything about the twenty percent or a bank account for me?" Filomena watched her uncle's face in vain. He just shrugged.

"No, that was Luca's idea. Our life isn't safe Filomena, you've seen it in Italy first hand and you've seen it here. What are the chances that Luca will die peacefully in his sleep in old age huh? You are also considerably younger than he is, whether or not you ever choose to remarry, this gives you a safety net for you and the children that will inevitably come." He watched her process the information. It had been a thoughtful and incredibly kind move on Luca's part to suggest it, and Tommy for accepting it.

"Happy?" Thomas asked the group. He was ready to leave, his feet pointed toward the door frame.

"As much as we can under the circumstances." Linda said sullenly.

Filomena frowned at her reaction.

"Filomena, since you hear things when you are there I have suggested that you live with the Changretta's until the wedding, just in case any other surprises come up." The room erupted mostly with her father and stepmother. LInda was coming at it from a religious and societal standpoint. Filomena rolled her eyes, her uncle smirked at her. They both knew Linda was pregnant before her father had legally wed her.

"You mean spy on my Fiance and help direct him should he choose to continue the Vendetta, what makes you think he'll slip up if he is planning something? He knows I'll interfere now?" Filomena's question silenced the ranting and raving. She was right to think the way she was. She knew Luca too. He'd conduct business more quietly around her.

"She's right Tom, you and Luca are more alike than either would admit." Linda scoffed, rolling her eyes. She hated this plan for some reason. Filly was sure she'd hear about it while she packed.

"Then she'll have to get creative. Say your goodbyes and pack. I told him we'd meet at the canal in three hours. You're not coming back." Thomas ordered hushed the room again into a stillness that only shocking news or death could bring.

"At least let her father and her have some time together Thomas!" Linda stood and slammed down her hand on the table nearby causing Filomena to jump. She was enraged now.

Filomena had been quite a help to all of them. Linda was attending meetings while Mena babysat and the extra time and hands allowed them to go out together. It was also so sudden.

"I'll call the Changretta's, we'll meet for lunch on Saturday at that little tea place in Birmingham you like so much, one pm." Arthur and Filomena joined hands and walked up the stairs.

This was not part of her plan.

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Sorry about the late update. Still sick!

[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

[scoonsalicious]

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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!!!!

[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 ><

[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.