#showcasing their love for both baking and how good at it a lot of them are

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February Writing Challenge (1/28)

surprise! guess who’s doing a writer’s challenge! I’ve never done one of these before bc the idea of having to finish a writing piece every day seemed a little intimidating - but, I feel like more recently I’ve been slipping off the writing saddle and not doing as much, so I kinda wanted to try a new project and challenge myself.

I’ve collected a pile of writing prompts for the whole of february, that, with luck, I’ll fill every one out! each one will be centred around one of my otps, so if you check in each day you’ll get to see which one it is :) or, you’ll just see it in the tags LOL and if there’s anything I feel like I especially like or whatever, I’ll add it to my ao3 after the month.

without further adieu, here’s day one!

Prompt: ‘Sweet Tooth (aka binging on candy with them)’

Pairing: Rory/Paris (Gilmore Girls)

Words: 2,853 (this is my first one, but ideally they won’t be this long)

Rating: G

Notes: when I saw the prompt, I just knew it had to be gellmore, obviously :) takes place during later season; you can imagine this is after rory dumped logan after the bridesmaids fiasco, or you can simply just imagine she dumped him on her own and then her and paris got together (really, the timeline doesn’t matter, the only reason logan is mentioned is bc I couldn’t resist the roast against him in this)

Really, any garbled, frustrated noise erupting through her apartment walls should come as a concern.

But, knowing her girlfriend had absorbed herself in some, all-important secretive task, Rory could only imagine what this entailed. Her head drew up from where she was studying on her bed, breaking away mid-paragraph of her textbook – the door was closed, but it clearly didn’t take a genius to sense something was awry. The question remained though, did Rory want to go out there to calm Paris down and risk getting in trouble for prying into secrets, or stay behind and simply watch this tornado grow until it swallowed up the whole apartment?

Rory held still in the silence. Then, came some more enraged muttering and that’s not how you run a business!! and the slam of a cell phone closing. Rory sighed in defeat.

Unfortunately, she knew better.

The brunette took in a breath, straightened up and squared her shoulders, before swinging herself off her bed. When she tentatively opened her bedroom door, she found Paris hunkered over the couch, a messily scrawled paper note on the table and hissing words under her breath that probably weren’t suited for children.

“Paris…?” Rory called out, quietly broaching the couch from the side, knowing her girlfriend needed to be approached with the caution you’d give to a wounded, snarling animal “Everything okay?..”

Ever the eagle-eye, Paris quickly caught Rory from the corner of her vision. Before Rory could even blink, Paris leapt with the spring of a jack-in-the-box, swiping the paper.

“You can’t see it!” Paris yelped, spinning around to glare daggers at Rory “And what’re you doing out here?! I told you that you can’t see what I’m working on – I need a ten-foot Rory-free radius around me!!”

“Just like in high school.” Rory said dryly “Well, when I heard you lay five different kind of insults down in one sentence, plus some Portuguese which I’m definitely sure isn’t also R-rated language, I figured I should check in. You sure everything is alright –”

“It’s fine!” Paris snapped back, pulling away at the gentle hand Rory raised, and, oh no, she’s in this mood “I’m just – I’m..working out some kinks! And, you know, god forbid that I ever expect anyone else on this planet to actually use their full brain to do things!..”

“Well, is there anything I can do?” Rory offered, trying to sneakily glimpse the paper the blonde held tight in her hand “Is it an assignment? ‘Cause if your concern is that I’m going to steal your ideas, I think you can let that one go –”

“Ha! I wish it were that easy – a school paper I can accomplish in my sleep.” Paris grumbled, leaning over the couch to swipe her phone “This is ten times both more complicated and dire!”

“Paris, relax, it’s going to be okay –”

“Don’t tell me to relax!” Paris hissed back “You don’t even know what it is!!”

“Then let me help! It’s clearly stressing you out –”

“No!” came the panicked yelp, and, this time, Rory could actually see rising anxiety break through the anger glazing over the brown eyes “I-I have to do this by myself! It’s of the upmost importance I get this perfect –”

“Paris, if you just tell me what it is –”

“No, you can’t know! This is my project Gilmore, stop trying to piggyback.” Paris deflected as she went over her sheet, causing Rory to sigh “If I can just – I just need to – I..dammit, okay, fine, not that I’ll..I’ll..ugh, I can’t do that either!!..”

“Paris –”

“Rory –”

“Paris.” Rory broke in forcefully, finally able to place a hand on Paris’s back, feeling the jittery girl relax against it slightly “At this rate, you’re going to get another noise compliant put in against us. Please just tell me what it is, and then maybe I can help so that neither of us have to worry over whether the next second is the second you’ll implode.”

That got her to quiet. Paris nervously teetered on her feet, vulnerable browns holding Rory’s gaze, but you could see the metaphorical flames start to dial down. Eventually, Paris sighed, shoulders slumping and arms folding in, finally uttering so low Rory could barely hear –

“...I’mtryingtoplanourValentines..”

“..What?”

“I’m trying to plan our Valentines!!” Paris tossed up her hands, her cheeks going pink “Alright?! And I want, I need, it to go perfectly! I’ve been trying to plan but I keep coming up against blockade after blockade – and, of course, usually, there’s no wall I at least can’t bulldoze my way though, but this is different! The ideal restaurant, my top pick, is apparently booked out for a month, no exceptions, and now apparently, the waiter has too high of morals to accept my offer of two hundred bucks under the table! So I went with the next best option, but when I called them they couldn’t even guarantee a window-side view! Who the hell runs their business like that?! The other place has more availability, but I know they don’t have as many of your favourite dessert options, and obviously, I know you enough to know that’s a high priority – and that’s not even to mention the Valentines Lights stroll put on at the park I wanted to take you to after, but depending on the restaurant we’re at, we may not even make it with the fifteen minute window I laid out –...”

Rory simply stood back, letting Paris roll out her frustrations – and, listening, couldn’t help but feel herself melting. A soft smile pulled over her lips, watching the blonde. She hadn’t even imagined that this was about her, but now, of course, she should’ve expected nothing less then Paris, her Paris, wanting to make their date night perfect. No detail spared, all cards on the table.

There’s been jokes passed around that Paris wasn’t exactly the romantic type – nothing about Paris was conventional, obviously, but Rory knew enough about her to know this was just as big of a display of love as anything mushy.

Rory reached in, grasping onto Paris’s wrists. That was enough to click Paris back into reality, slowing her rant, and finally turning face to face so Rory could lean in and kiss her cheek. Paris blinked back in surprise, finding not upset or annoyance, but Rory smiling back at her.

“Paris.” Rory began, grasping on her hands “While I should expect nothing less from you for going a hundred and ten percent, trust me when I say, that I do not need all the red carpets pulled out for me, especially when it comes to Valentines day. I mean, aren’t you the first to say that it’s just a consumerist trap anyway?”

“I mean, it still is – racking up five dollars for some cheap heart shaped crap is just one of the failing points of consumerist capitalism.” There she is “But I was also single then too.”

Rory snorted “I see..”

“Also..”

“What?”

“..This is our first Valentines together.” Paris explained earnestly “And I love you. You deserve the best, to put it bluntly.”

Rory’s smile grew “..Well, that goes for you too. And I don’t want to have you stressing yourself over some extravagant event that’s one night only.”

“I’ll reiterate Gilmore – it’s our first Valentines together. It needs to be special. Frankly, you’re the best relationship I’ve ever had; you’re my best friend. I won’t go half-way for you.”

“You never go half-way for anything.” Rory couldn’t help but tease, seeing the twitch of Paris’s lips.

“This is true. The fact that you thought I wouldn’t pull out all the stops for you, or even just for any event I’m planning..”

“How foolish of me.”

“Also, I refuse to be out-done by Logan Huntzberger – I know that Rolls-Royce car show model cut-out would’ve flown you to the moon if he could’ve, and I will not fall in second place.”

An uncontrollable laugh burst out of Rory. She had to bite into her bottom lip to tamper it, rising the back of her hand to her mouth as a poor mask. Paris was, of course, deadly serious by the finger she pointed in Rory’s face, but there was still mirth dancing along her tilted lips.

“..I appreciate that.” was all Rory decided to say, smiling as she swung her and Paris’s clasped hands “But am I allowed to voice an honest opinion on this whole thing?”

“You know I only speak in honest opinions.”

“..I really don’t want a whole red-carpet, put-out-all-the-stops Valentines. I mean, you do know me Paris; I’ve never really been a Valentines gal. And..doing a whole fancy restaurant ordeal..you know I get nervous just standing in those super spotless, sparsely packed boutiques where a t-shirt costs more then a brand-new car. You put me in a restaurant booth where our neighbours are some rich guy who owns three different blocks of the town sitting with this fourth wife, I feel like I’m gunna be more nervous over that ordeal then focused on us.”

As always happens, Rory expected some kind of argument, a rebuttal, so she was pleasantly shocked when Paris just nodded mutely. Not without some disappointment though, which got Rory to squeeze their entwined hands in gentle encouragement so Paris’s nervous eyes find hers.

“I love that you wanna make it special. Again, I should’ve known better then to assume that you wouldn’t have done all you could. But, I don’t want all that glitz. I just want you.”

By now, Rory knew how to parse her words with the firecracker that was her girlfriend. And when that quiet, careful rarity of a smile grew over Paris, Rory couldn’t help her own.

It’s true, that there was something special when someone who bares sharp teeth at everyone else, allows themselves a soft happiness towards you. About being the only one who gets to see it.

But Rory also just loves that smile.

“..But you’re still expecting some kind of chocolate or dessert too, of course.” Paris finally spoke.

“Oh, well, I assumed that was a given.”

Paris scoffed warmly. She lifted her and Rory’s entwined hands up to her face, kissing the back of the pale hand.

“Just like in that ‘Princess Bride’ movie you made me rewatch at least ten times, as you wish. I will find the perfect alternative.”

“I don’t doubt it. Am I allowed to offer any kind of input or help in this whole thing?”

“Try and intervene and you’ll be sleeping with one eye open.”

“Got it.” Rory rolled her eyes playfully, pulled away when she heard her watch interrupt with a beep! “Crap, that’s the hour – I gotta get ready for my evening class. I’ll see you tonight?”

Paris hummed in reply, a wry smile still playing on her lips, altogether letting Rory know that she was back in the confidence saddle. She placed her freed fingers under Rory’s chin, tilting her face in her direction to place a light kiss at the corner of her mouth.

“You go on my love.” Paris encouraged as she began backing up towards the bedroom, holding up her scribbled piece of paper with a grin “In the meantime, I’m going to cook up an idea for the best Valentines you’d ever witnessed.”

“So we’re actually going to have desserts then?”

“Don’t insult the hand that feeds Gilmore.”

-

And impressed Rory was.

To be fair, she didn’t have a lot to go off of in the first place. After that initial bump, there were no more moments of finding Paris tearing her hair out because she couldn’t make time-constraints bend to make her Valentines plan work. She seemed to have crafted the perfect idea, content to wear a smile of secrecy and keep it from Rory.

Now, Valentines was here and come. Rory was waiting for the invite, waiting for an ask, but Paris hadn’t even said boo about her idea; now, Rory was coming off of her late study-hall group, the evening encroaching, and when she’d called her girlfriend to say she was headed home, all Paris said was that she was just waiting for Rory to walk in the door, and then things would kick off from there.

Rory wasn’t expecting anything too wild, especially after explicitly telling Paris that wasn’t what she wanted – but, that didn’t stop her from speculating. She figured when she walked in, Paris would be ushering them right back out to head to the event she’s picked out. Something like that.

What Rory wasn’t expecting, was for her to open the door and find Valentines staring back at her instead.

No, there wasn’t any red and white balloons shaped like hearts clouding the room. There were no giant ‘Be Mine!’ teddy bears, or pink hearts strung up everywhere. What was there, was a complete massacre of candy.

Their whole coffee table covered in treats. Rory couldn’t even see the table anymore. Bowls of brightly coloured confections and chocolates, lined up creating a rainbow of colour. A pile of red licorice matched beside packets of oreos. Near the table, was an ice bucket of champagne accompanied by two flute glasses.

Rory stood gobsmacked for a good couple seconds. This was the last thing she would’ve thought of – and it was the best thing she could’ve thought of.

A noise of shuffling feet got her attention. Paris had appeared, idly standing off of the couch with the ghost of a smile on her face as she watched Rory. She was dressed in a nice, white sweater and simple jeans, blonde strands of hair grazing over her cheek. Rory always did like her with her hair down.

“Told you it’d kick off the moment you opened the door.”

“Paris..” a bemused laugh fell out of Rory as she took in the sight again, sliding off her bag and kicking the door shut behind her “I – you did all this?..”

“Don’t look so surprised.” Paris raised one of her brows, but her smile widened “Putting all this together was nothing – the hardest part, really, was hiding all the candy from you.”

“Oh, yeah – where did you hide it?”

“Behind that healthy cereal I bought that you claim tastes like cardboard.”

“Devious.” Rory grinned. Paris smirked. She walked over to take the brunette’s hand, pulling her into the apartment.

“But that’s not all – if you could glance upon the kitchen counter..”

Rory turned to follow Paris’s directions, finding an all new assortment – of chocolate and caramel sauces, with some whip cream and peanut butter. Surgery condiments, which could only mean..

“Unfortunately, you don’t get the whole picture as the ice cream had to stay in the freezer, but trust me that I bought at least three different flavours so you can double-stack your sandwich.”

“Ice cream sandwiches?? Wait, so, where’s the replacement bread –”

Rory followed Paris’s pointed finger to see the oven, which was usually only used to reheat leftovers when the microwave stopped working, this time had a cooling rack ontop littered in chocolate chip cookies. Cookies. Now Rory’s jaw hit the floor.

“You baked?!”

“You can thank Nanny for those. I needed something to sandwich the ice cream, and though I’ve yet to conquer the culinary world, that woman knows a baked good well enough she was able to walk me through the steps of her signature recipe.”

“Are they edible?”

“Funny. I actually tried one afterwards, and dare I say, they’re more then edible.”

“..I can’t believe you cooked.” Rory beamed back at her girlfriend “You cooked for me.”

“I baked a simple cookie recipe Rory, it’s not rocket science.” Paris waved off, smiling back “After having to reroute my original Valentines plan, I mulled over what it is you’d really like – and, frankly, in the end, I knew you would’ve loved a night in watching all our favourites, gorging on surgery snacks, over any elaborate escapade. Or, at least, that’s what I’m hoping you’ll say..”

The way Paris was looking up at her through her lashes, nervously biting on the answer, Rory couldn’t stand how cute it was. An all new smile bloomed over her lips.

“It’s perfect.”

The smile that burst over Paris could’ve made Rory lovesick. She lit up, rocking up on her toes, her grin reaching up all the way to her ears.

“Really?..” She asked softly. Rory let out a gentle laugh. She reached into cup Paris’s faces, a tiny pull inwards so she could kiss her cheek.

“I love it so much, and I love you. The array of treats – you really know the way into a Gilmore’s heart.”

“This many years on, I’ve learned some tricks.” Paris teased back, crossing the space to softly kiss Rory in return “Happy Valentines..”

“The best one yet.”

“Does that mean I beat Huntzberger then?...”

“Well, he never make me homemade ice cream sandwiches..”

“Ha!”

“Alright, alright, hurry up with your gloating – I wanna try these sandwiches paired with that champagne I saw earlier, and I want my girlfriend to try it with me..”

“As you wish, my love.”

[fun-k-board]

Can I request headcanons for Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gn crush accidentally confessing to him?

Dammon, Rolan and Zevlor If Their Gender Neutral Crush Accidentally Confesses To Him Headcanons

Note(s) : The reader isn't Tav or durge they're just sort of a random person, I don't think the race is ever specified (correct me if I'm wrong) and neither are any described features or their class.

I'm not too knowledgeable of Dammon, Zevlor and Rolan's character in BG3 and I'm so sorry if the characters are wrong.

This is a mix of random general relationship headcanons as well as the random confession.

Dammon

He's all about outwardly caring for those he loves and he understands that love can come in many ways, he had a strong love for you before you had even confessed aloud, a mix of platonic and romantic feelings that he would showcase by doing tasks for you.

Whether he gained his crush first or you did doesn't matter in his eyes. What matters to him is that he doesn't know if you liked him back for quite a while, not until you had confessed that is. Dammon's not the type of man to make wild guesses about romance, even if you're more affectionate he doesn't think anything of it because some people are just like that with their friends and he thinks that it'd be presumptuous to assume.

He decides to eventually try and court you by making you small items or helping you as much as he could with his blacksmith job, things like necklaces, bracelets, maybe even armour, whatever you prefer, really.

Dammon isn't a fan of the typical Tiefling courting rituals, they're the same as humans but with violent and sarcastic speech, along with playful teasing and pushing their object of affection around. Of course, he won't judge if you do that to him, he can take teasing, but he much prefers to show his love through affectionate actions and words.

When you confess to him he gets more excited than embarrassed or flirty, he adores you and to know that you feel the same way as he does gets him a little giddy. He won't even realise that this could be embarrassing to you or even uncomfortable, straight away asking if you'd like to go on a date or be a couple. He does apologise after he realises how forward he's being though.

Rolan

In a relationship Dammon is very much someone who shows his love through acts of service, he'll craft things for you, help you with your job(s) and even just random tasks you might not want to or be able to do by yourself.

Sometimes he'll make random pieces of jewellery, he says that it doesn't matter if you want to wear them all the time, just as long as you like them. He accepts any gifts even if they're not something he likes, he can find a way to make it practical.

Dammon loves to tease you about your shy confession, in public and private. Unless you directly tell him you don't like it he'll randomly bring it up during conversation, when you're being cocky or teasing him it's an easy and fairly cute memory he can use to make fun of you.

Cooking is something that's interesting for the both of you, I don't think that he'd be too good at cooking or baking, not so horrible that he'll burn down a house, but not really good enough that you'd be able to have a lot of his food. Don't get him wrong, he'd love to learn, but he does prefer to have you cook while he gets ingredients and helps with any part of it that doesn't require anything that requires experience or talent in cooking.

His cuddles are very shifty, I don't think he likes to stay still for long and so you'll constantly be switching positions and he'll tend to play with your hair or hands if you let him. He might roll you around so you're laying on top of him, he's on top of you, you're sideways and hugging him, or he's hugging you, it generally just depends on how fidgety he feels on that day.

His kisses are short, he likes to give a small peck to your lips every few moments. Whether you're busy with your work or he is with his blacksmith work, then boom, kiss out of nowhere on your cheek or neck, he loves to catch you off guard and laughs whenever you get surprised by them.

Rolan personally doesn't do the typical tiefling courting strategy, of course he's sarcastic, but he's not going to be spewing out any violent speech when it's supposed to be a romantic hint to his feelings toward you.

His reaction would mostly depend on how it happened, and I can mainly see it going a few ways. Either A, you accidentally blurt it out during a conversation directly to him, or B, he overhears you talking about your love for him in some way, maybe going over a confession you're planning with a friend or you're just ranting about how much you like him.

If you blurt it out during conversation he's certainly surprised, but he is wondering if it's some sort of joke even if you're not that type of person. He will absolutely ask if Lyla or Cal put you up to this. Whereas if he overhears you he's much more likely to believe it's genuine, and he won't strut over while the other person is still there, he'll wait until you're done with the conversation and then strut over.

Whatever the way it happens, he will a hundred percent tease you about it. Nothing too heavy and it's mainly a ploy to confirm that you do in fact like him, just so he can make sure the situation is correct and he's not just assuming. He'll just outwardly say things like 'So, you have feelings for me?', 'a birdie seems to have told me about your feelings.', etc.

When you confirm you do in fact have romantic feelings for him he's over the moon, of course he won't outwardly show it and attempts to act suave, he's failing miserably and stumbles over one or two words at first, with false cocky arrogance and deepening his voice to try and make you more embarrassed than he is. Although, if you look down at his feet you can see that his tail is swishing back and forth.

In a relationship he's a mix between awkward and suave, he loves to tease you but if you tease back he gets huffy and storms off, not because he's angry, but because he's just so embarrassed. Especially if you do it around his siblings, Cal and Lia will help you make fun of him but he won't forgive you, unless you give him a kiss or gift him a new book and then it's history.

Rolan will sometimes remind you of how you so forwardly and awkwardly confessed to him to try and make you embarrassed, whether or not if you actually bite back or not doesn't matter, but he loves to do it when you flirt with him first. Oh, you think you've caught him off guard? Well, here's his ultimate trap card! Unless you're not embarrassed by it, then he's stuck trying to remember some other event that could make you embarrassed.

Zevlor

He's not too great at cooking but he can absolutely try for you, he's better at baking because of the strict step by step instructions, but for cooking where it mainly relies on taste and altering recipes he can struggle a little. Rolan does that cute thing if you like to cook or bake where he wraps his arms around you from behind and gives you a lil' kiss.

His cuddles are very 'bear hug' like, when you're spooning him he always asks you to wrap your arms around his waist and push yourself against him fully, he adores the closeness and comfort of it. When he's spooning you he does the same, arms around your waist, his face buries in your neck, making sure to position his horns away from your face. He prefers cuddling in bed and laying down rather than sitting up or on the sofa, the sofas smaller so it makes it harder to get comfortable in his opinion.

Rolan's kisses are always short and sweet, gentle and usually he'll give two or three pecks in a row because he can't get enough of you. Sometimes he'll kiss you for longer or more passionately, usually if one of you is upset or had a long day and just needs one another to relax.

So, Zevlor's not exactly the most confident or well sought after in the romance department. His age shows on his face and many people seem to be turned off by it, of course there's the whole issue with his past that many tieflings dislike him over, which they make painfully clear.

Although of course, one man's trash is another's treasure, that's where you come in. You both express interest in one another, if you don't catch on due to differences in culture, a general misunderstanding or complete obliviousness, that's up to you. But Zevlor does try to court you.

Regardless of the fact that he's single and has been for a while, he still values romance to some part. Even though it's not to the point that he actively wishes for a relationship or is miserable outside of one.

Overall, Tiefling courting rituals are similar to human courting rituals, but with a lot more grim gallows humor they use to cope with being shunned in most societies that you might not be comfortable with. In Tiefling spaces a common dark joke is 'The fastest way to a man's heart is to either make it laugh it up, or cut it out of him.' If you are a Tiefling, or perhaps from a culture or a specific race that has similar courting rituals to a Tiefling, then he will most likely just stick with what he'd normally say. Nothing too intense, but definitely things that would make a stranger unaware of these traditions to raise a brow.

If you're a non Tiefling he might try to dial back what he would typically do to court one of his own race, in his years he understands that many races or cultures will show love through kind actions, but for Tieflings, courting is all about sarcasm and being a bit more 'violent' verbally. But, if a Tiefling didn't like you then they wouldn't pick on you.

Many Tieflings in the grove are already, painfully so, aware of your little crush on the old Tiefling man. Whether it's because you've talked to them about it or because you're just so obvious, gossip can spread like a wild hellfire, everybody will know even if only one person does.

He most likely had one or two flings in his time, but to hear someone so suddenly admit that they have feelings for him is rather new, and, let me just say, I think he would have some clue before you even said it out loud. Zevlor would never outright think 'they love me', but perhaps would be under the impression that you admire him in some way, especially with how many tieflings try to hint to him that you do love him.

I don't think he would even attempt to court you if he didn't think you'd be at least a little interested.

Obviously if you're reading this you most likely want Zevlor to reciprocate your feelings and accept your confession, which he does, his confession back isn't blunt per se but he definitely gets his feelings across without mincing any words.

In a relationship he's a little awkward at first, but definitely not shy. It's mostly because it's been a while since his last lover but he also wants to make it work with you, but after a few weeks he really does begin to settle in. He'll suggest activities to strengthen your bond, like cooking meals for each other and the other tieflings, training with weapons or fighting styles either one of you might not be perfect with or against, and sometimes just taking a stroll around to admire nature.

Zevlor will adore it if you bite back with equal sarcasm, he is never outright rude, especially if he knows you can't handle it, but he does love a good playful back and forth.

I don't think Zevlor would ever tease you about your awkward and sudden confession in public, maybe with a few close friends of yours or his, but it's mainly when you two are alone and it's usually just if you tease him first. It's a fun little inside joke between you two that you can always find humor in.

Zevlor's great at cooking that can give you energy and also taste good with minimal ingredients, it's nothing spectacular that you can eat thousands of plates full of, but they're always able to give a pep in your step. He, however, isn't too good at baking, and so if you like to bake then he appreciates some lessons when either of you have the time.

I think he'd be rather awkward and stiff if you ever cuddle for the first few times, after a while he does learn what you both like and how to position himself to be comfortable for each other, but he feels very cumbersome especially if you're laying down. Zevlor prefers to cuddle on the sofa just sitting next to each other one arm around another's waist style.

His kisses are passionate and like the movies, that's the best way I can describe them. He wants you to know how much he loves kissing you and so he takes your breath away every time, if either of you are busy or in a rush he will give a small peck to your cheek as to not make you dawdle.

[charlessmiths-wife]

having donna brain rot so like…. have some headcannons if you want x these are mostly hcs of what I think a relationship would be like with her but there’s also some general ones in there!

DONNA HCS

CW!! brief mentions of PTSD/discussions of poor mental health

-> i think my personal take on Donna is that she’s very quiet/introverted at first, but the more comfortable she becomes around you the more she opens up. i see her as the silent but thoughtful type. she’s got a lot of care for those who mean a lot to her (so you!) but around those who she doesn’t like or isn’t as comfortable around this angel is absolutely silent. plenty of thoughts about how annoying they are, but they’re very rarely vocalised.

-> on that note, Donna hates meetings of the lords.

-> it’s not that Donna has awful relationships with the other lords of the village, I actually do believe they are relatively close in spite of the fact she prefers her isolation

-> it’s more so… meetings often showcase a lot of strong personalities… which lead to arguments (particularly Heisenberg and Alcina based arguments - this is affectionate bc I love them both x) that just stress Donna out.

-> i think (given how long Donna lived on her on with just Angie and the dolls for company) Donna didn’t really have anyone to open up to regarding past traumas or any issues that troubled her.

-> so when she first met you, and saw how much you cared about her… and how much you listened… she couldn’t believe it

-> literally.

-> I have a hc that shortly after coming clean to you about her feelings for you and beginning to grow closer to you, Donna… had something of an argument with you

-> she legitimately believed you were too good to be true. and you were some sort of cruel manipulation tactic sent by like Miranda or something to butter her up for some kind of scheme.

-> once you reassured her your feelings for her were genuine and you truly cared for her simply because you loved her… she broke down sobbing.

-> it broke your heart to see her believe so genuinely she didn’t deserve you. but that day did prove to be crucial in not only you guys’ relationship, but also Donna’s life.

-> not only did you manage to encourage Donna to seek help for her mental health struggles- but you also encouraged her to open up more to you.

-> and she does! she does both! and babygirl comes on leaps and bounds!

-> Donna’s past experiences will always be with her, but you managed to show her she’s deserving and worthy of a brighter future.

-> I like to imagine you guys love baking together, particularly Donna. She finds it relaxing.

-> and she’s AMAZING at it. and cooking.

-> omfg Donna is incredible at cooking.

-> she loves to make Italian dishes for you. and she gets Angie to help.

-> Just imagine walking into the kitchen to find Donna absolutely MASTERING the art of hand making your favourite meal… meanwhile Angies running around the kitchen wearing a small chefs hat and apron (that Donna made) waving a wooden spoon around as if it’s a weapon.

-> You and Donna do have to wrestle the spoon off of her later that night.

-> I also think Donna really likes music!

-> she owns an old record player, sometimes she’ll play a record for the pair of you and ask you to dance. you always say yes, how could you say no to someone so cute?

-> she’s actually a very talented person. you’re always reminding her of this, because sometimes she forgets.

-> the woman literally has an ear for good music, can bake, cook, CRAFT, sew, garden, write….

-> I also (for some reason) think she has some secret talent at chess. Like, she’s untouchable when it comes to that game. You don’t know how, but she wins every time, it’s entertaining to watch but it does mean board game nights aren’t really overly competitive x

-> her love language is absolutely words of affirmation.

-> please tell her how much you care about her, and how good you think she is. she will melt.

-> i actually think her default form of giving love language is a mixture of physical touch and gift giving.

-> she mightn’t always know how to tell you how much she loves you verbally, but she’ll write it in a poem and gift it to you or she’ll make you a gift or maybe even softly stroke your back in the mornings and it’ll all be clear

-> you never have to doubt how much she cares about you.

-> loves cutesy nicknames. call her ‘my love’ or ‘darling’ and watch her MELT.

-> (has a soft spot for the nickname ‘princess’.)

-> you and her are just so sickeningly sweet when you’re together.

-> you can spend entire days with each other in peaceful silence. just lying in each others arms and occasionally whispering how much you love each other, softly pressing kisses to each others lips cheeks and forehead. really anywhere you can.

-> Angie will roll her eyes and pretend to be ‘sick’ but she’s secretly over the moon. she’s never seen Donna so happy and confident in herself than when she found you.

-> it makes her happy to see. it’s what Donna deserves <3

AAAAGGGGG I AM SO SOFT FOR THIS WOMAN 😭😭😭

[kissitbttr]

hello! i read you miss having asks and i don't know if you maybe miss having some requests (in case you aren't taking any you can ignore this and i hope you'll have a good day <3)

but what about some domestic Miguel and spending your first Christmas together? just imagine sitting on the couch in front of the TV, with a blanket covering both of you, watching some way too romantic soap opera, while drinking some hot chocolate and just enjoy the moment <3

(i know this is so early and we are still in November, but I swear, I can already feel the nostalgic feeling of Christmas </3)

xmas with miggy? say no more baby!!

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it is absolutely one of your favorite holiday, ever. the music, the decorations, the presents for your loved ones, the cooking and baking. everything about christmas just screams fairytale,

miguel has never been the one who’s fond of this specific holiday, or any holiday for that matter. he would drown himself in work to avoid any invitations from friends. sad but anything to get away from interacting with strangers.

now ever since you stepped into his life, he can’t help but see how this year’s christmas would be different. having you with him to celebrate together just changes his perspectives. now he has someone to hold and love, this christmas would bring joy into his life.

you and him had been pretty busy with the decorations and stuff. buying a Christmas tree, getting pretty ornaments, looking for presents etc.

“need a hand, baby?” miguel steps into the kitchen, seeing you take out fresh cookies from the oven. you look so… comfy. dressed in his old t-shirt with your hair tied up in a bun—his clothing is basically a dress so there’s no need to be putting on some pants other than underwear—

you nod, looking up at him before setting the cookies on the counter. “can you put those hot chocolates on the table, my love?” you ask with a smile,

his heart soars at the nickname before grabbing the two cups of hot cocoa with tiny pink marshmallows in them. “you pick or i pick the movie?”

you’re quick to raise your hand in a child-like manner, causing him to laugh. “me, duh!” you answer as if it’s the most obvious thing. “we’re tuning in The Mafia Dolls and La Reina Del Sur”

miguel groans at the choice, shaking his head as he put the tray down on the table before grabbing a blanket. “you just want to watch Kate Del Castillo because you have a crush on her” he points out,

shrugging you showcase an expression of no shame. “she’s hot. you know i would leave your ass for her”

miguel jaw drops open, hand over his heart as he watches you stifle a giggle. “i’ve had enough time dealing with men trying to hit on you on a daily basis and now i have to compete with Kate Del Castillo too?!”

“her and Eva Mendes” you nod, arms crossed, smiling to yourself as he rolls his eyes before throwing you a playful glare and sit on the couch. “you’re going to pay for that comment”

you give him a cheeky smile. grabbing two cookies as you stride towards him, his large arm coming to wrap itself around your waist. he gently pulls you down on the couch, letting your head rest against his chest as you feed him a cookie.

“mhmm” he hums in approval. “new recipe?”

“yeah. you like? grandma sent the recipe to me. said that i have to treat my man something nice every once in a while” you giggle to yourself as he put his arm behind you. his lips plants a kiss on top of your head.

“tell her i said thank you” he mumbles as he turns on the tv. “i like this you know?”

a hum rumbles from you as you lay your back comfortably against him, taking another bite of the cookie. “what is?”

then he smiles, eyes landing on you. his fingers move to stroke your soft hair gently, catching that sweet scent of your strawberry mint shampoo that he finds obsessed over.

miguel can’t exactly remember when he had something like this. probably in his childhood? not quite sure. even if it was true, he doubts that it’s actually memorable. he remembers there were a lot of screaming match and broken plates though. maybe that’s why he avoids christmas like a plague. it was never magical.

but you… oh god, you.

you changed it for the better. the decorating christmas tree, wrapping up presents for each other, counting fails at an attempt to create gingerbread house, cooking up delicious traditional food instead of unseasoned dish that he sees people are making. and it might not be a big christmas party like in movies or how his co-workers do it, but that’s okay really. that’s just how he prefers it.

you, him and christmas.

“being with you” he responds, not minding the chatters coming from the tv. “estoy agradecido por ti, princesa”

“so, so grateful” he mumbles, pressing another quick kiss on your temple.

his words cause your gaze to soften. you slowly turn your head to look up to him from the tv, who’s eyes glued into the screen. your heart warms at the sight of miguel being comfortable with you, a small smile attached to his face.

leaning forward, you give him a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. he sighs out of contentment at the gesture, hand around your waist tighten.

“i’m grateful for you too.”

-

aaa this feels like it’s rushed but i hope u like it anon! I’m sorry it took too long:(

[saladmix]

can we discuss totmnt? we get a bit more insight into them as characters which is great! i like that donnie & mikey got a bunch more moments to shine! also! leo saying hes nothing without his brothers, raph's insecurities being touched on with the whole "your bros are in danger because *you* couldn't protect them and aren't strong enough" DUDE its the best. i like how this show added some aspects of their rise versions in that way & i enjoy it bc i liked how they were represented there. leo being anxious & insecure as his role of leader, raph's tough/aggressive veneer bc he feels like its his job to be the protector. + those little chunks of info we got from their character descriptions where they say raph is sensitive and "wants someone to talk to." more realistic & less one note for them!

ugh YES! we sure can it's all I want to talk about anyway I sit at my little corporate job answering my little corporate emails but inside I am like DO YOU PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES.

Anyway, that's embarrassing! Thoughts below the cut so I don't clog up a dash with spoilers and rambles <3

I'm going to address these in (as Jenny Nicholson says) an internet-friendly numbered list! And also adding that these are just my opinions, as I am but a nobody on a rock floating through space.

Also these thoughts are SO HALF BAKED this is like stream of consciousness if you ask me what I said here I may not remember I'm just living a turtle life.

Leo saying he's nothing without his brothers ugh you are so right that was such good content! This strikes me as such a core Leo trait, maybe not shared across iterations in 100% the same way but I really do see that sentiment under the surface frequently. I found it so charming that in Leo's little re-telling of what happened with Bishop and the ambush, he basically made all of his brother's seem like these useless side fools, bolstering up his own role (even lying and saying he was the one to check out the hologram), but then we quickly see that he doesn't at all feel that way. In fact he feels the opposite, and it just felt like such a young growing teen thing to do, try to make yourself the hero. It's also my personal interpretation of why specifically this version of Leo wants to be a leader so badly! He's not the muscle, he's not the brains, he's not the charm. So what is he? He has to find a way to make himself feel important when he feels like maybe he has no other stand out qualities to contribute. But I also happen to think it's the right role for him! He shows his bravery again and again, and his ability to put together a plan, when other people are in need. He can't seem to muster that same courage for himself yet, that's part of his growth, but for the people he loves he comes out in front. I think TotTMNT did a great job with that aspect. <3

Raph! Raphael! What a lad! I really latched onto Raph in this iteration more than I have in previous ones, I really enjoy how he's written. I've always found Raph's anger across iterations to actually really make sense. Of course he's angry, he's a mutant turtle living in the sewers with no real sense of place in this world and no way to interact directly with it! And Rise Raph, while not displaying that direct explosive rage that Raph is known for, kind of showcases it in the stress and responsibility he feels for his family. Anyway, all this is to say we get both of those aspects here in this version along with the flavoring of what appears to me as some real teenage excitement for a little bit of chaos. And that scene was extremely telling I super agree with you!! I mean Raph sees all of his brothers as little shaking chihuahuas, particularly Leo which was VERY charming to me. He definitely sees himself as the protector, but even more, honestly, I think they do to. I mean Leo basically assumes Raph can handle four mechazoids on his own, he's got a lot of faith in his brother's ability to be that brick wall for them. And even though Leo is still the oldest, I do feel like they brought some Rise Raph energy to his character with how responsible he feels. Typically we see Leo as the character who is two seconds away from blowing his top off with all he takes on, but I see that a lot in Raph here too.

Donnie's interpretation of the ambush actually made me so so sad. Like it was basically how he thinks his family views him, as the one who has to save the day but gets no respect of it and doesn't have the tools to do it. He thinks they view him as this megamind that should be able to handle it because what else is he good for? All the others had flashback sequences that kind of center them as a hero, and while Donnie's did have him the last one standing, it didn't have that same kind of vibe. And in all the brother's flashbacks, we see that while they do see him as this dorky nerd, it's never said with any anger or annoyance. I'd call it more of a silly little fondness. But I think this insecurity is an important aspect of Donnie's character that we see in a lot of iterations. The big change here is that Donnie really does feel like just a kid. He's not out here ready to build high tech weaponry or distill medication. He's just a kid who is into coding! He's still learning! And I really enjoyed that. And in that second arc, we get another taste of how level-headed Donnie can be in a crisis situation, which for me tied back to how in the Mutant Mayhem movie, Leo kept looking to Donnie for help and answers. Leo is a frazzled lil man, and Donnie seems to be his source of stability. So it really did break my heart that this poor sassy and sweet boy thinks his family doesn't value him. It's a different flavor from Raph's and Leo's, both of whom have insecurities but they're mostly internal reflections. Donnie seems to feel that coming from the outside, and has twisted that into his own self-image.

Mikey is such a fun character like what a scene-stealer he's so funny in every part of this show, his VA is K I L L I N G it I find his voice acting so charming as Mikey and it brings such life to the character. But I really love how this version of Mikey is so dynamic. Mikey has always, always been a really dynamic character but I think it was a little more hidden, if you know what I mean. Rise Mikey flipped a big script and I like how this version really feels like a true combo from the rise version of Mikey to the traditional core Mikey energy, if that makes sense. I LOVE....this Mikey. He might be my favorite Mikey ever and I am a huge Mikey fan I am probably the only 2007 Mikey Super Fan out here in the world. Anyway, I love how his episodes had him forcibly shaken out of his comfort zone as lil bro. In the first arc he's suddenly in charge of a whole new mutant and Useless Man of the Year Rod. In the second arc he's got to save a whole store of people and a cat! It's A LOT of responsibility for this lil child! And he does a great job! All while expressing the whole time that he doesn't really know what he's doing, and he's afraid he's going to mess it up. It reminds me a lot of how other version of Mikey were often thought of as the weak spots by their respective families (intentionally or not). It was always Mikey the goof. TotTMNT Mikey is a HUGE goof but he's also got this energy to him that PROVES how I always felt about Mikey: I CHOOSE to be a goof, but I can and will step up if I need to! And it makes sense that he looks up to his big brother, that Leo is the one he tries to emulate in times of stress. When the going gets tough, Mikey has to get going, and Leo is his framework for how to do that.

boy was this a ramble and a half. I just had a lot of thoughts. Was any of this coherent? Jury is still out. Thank you so much for sending this in!! And listening to me ramble. I really agree that this show did a good job of bringing in a lot of different traits from different iterations it's so much fun and leads to really dynamic versions!

[lightsoutletsgo]

matcha latte (msc.47)

pairing: mick schumacher x fem!reader warnings: cheese, fluff, reader works with kids, lots of petnames from platonic!daniel, platonic!charles and platonic!carlos, shysimp!mick, simp!reader, shitty writing, reader's outfits are described a few times and definitely present more as fem. if that's not your thing, that's okie word count: 9.7k synopsis: you've been crushing on the cute barista at your friend's cafe for a while now. he's been crushing on you too. the only problem? you're both too shy to say anything... maybe you need a helping hand from your large group of friends and the cutest kids. ((this is a fic I wrote and posted on my kpop blog a few years ago that I rewrote to fit F1. it's kinda jumpy and chaotic and it's a mess of like... 8 drivers being a huge friend group... tbh I'll probably rewrite it at some point but I think it's cute so I wanted to post it! pls let me know what you think <33))

You loved your Wednesday afternoons at ‘The Shoreline’ . Ever since you could remember, you’d been coming with Daniel, Charles and Carlos to Pierre and Yuki’s cafe. It was a cute cafe tucked away on the corner of a smaller street, facing the beach. The cafe itself was fairly large once you were inside, but the decor and vibe made it feel warm and homely. The sweet smell of cinnamon sugar mixed in with the more bitter aroma of coffee. The tantalising scent wrapped itself around you like a hug as you entered and you took a deep breath, inhaling the smell. You looked around, taking in the cafe. Worn armchairs were clustered around various styled wooden coffee tables, some taller, some shorter. The armchairs were a mixture of designs and patterns. You weren’t sure what your friend’s had been going for when they chose to decorate with a mixture of slightly eclectic colours but you loved it none the less. The wall to the right of the door had floor-to-ceiling, folding glass doors that allowed for plenty of natural light as well as beautiful views and on hot summer days, the doors would open, allowing the sea breeze to gently brush through and the noise of the ocean to accompany the music playing in the cafe. The main focal point of the cafe though was the large countertop placed at the back wall. It was a huge piece of wood that Pierre had laboriously sanded down and varnished himself. Placed on the countertop was a selection of the most delicious baked desserts and pastries. Behind the countertop was a top of the range espresso machine, coffee grinder and coffee press as well as a fridge that showcased mouthwatering sandwiches and salads. It was a perfect mixture of your friend’s personalities reflected in one small cosy cafe. 

You looked around for your best friends, checking your phone for the message from Carlos to confirm they were there. You easily found them at your usual table by the large open doors as you saw Daniel’s curly hair poking up from behind a potted plant and Carlos broad-shouldered frame.

“Hello, my ducky!” Daniel boomed cheerfully as you plopped yourself down in the seat opposite him and Charles, next to Carlos. You giggled at his greeting, “Hi Danny!” He reached across the table and linked your fingers with his, swinging your hand from side to side as you turned to Carlos, “How was your holiday with Lando?! I missed you…” You pouted, Carlos poked your cheek with his index finger as he swallowed the sip of his drink he’d just taken.  “It was good! The scenery was great and I took some amazing photos!” “But?” You prompted, “But what?” He said nonchalantly, pretending not to know what you were playing at, “You missed me, right?” You leant on his shoulder as a rumble of laughter worked it’s way up from his chest. “Oh, of course… But I missed Daniel and Charles more!” He exclaimed as he lifted his mug to take another drink. Charles cheered as you nudged Carlos’ shoulder playfully with your own, pulling your hands away from Daniel, “Well, I’m going to get a drink!” You poked your tongue out at Carlos as you stood up, punching his shoulder, “Hey… baby…” Daniel looked at you disapprovingly, as Carlos rubbed his shoulder with fake hurt, “Sorry Dad…” You rolled your eyes. “‘y’, Dad-dy.” Daniel emphasised, making Charles cackle and Carlos gag, “Ew…” You shuddered as you headed towards the counter, Carlos, Charles and Daniel snickering behind you.

As you made your way to the counter, two arms wrapped themselves around your waist, hoisting you into the air, making you shriek. You recognised it to be Pierre, “Pierre put me down!” You were glad there were no other customers in the cafe at that moment. He laughed as he put you back down, “Hi beautiful,” You turned to hug him, closing your eyes and breathing in the scent of vanilla and coffee that was oh-so-Pierre. He patted your head adoringly before whispering to you, “Mick is working today.” Your eyes shot open as you felt your face grow warm. Playing it cool you pulled away from Pierre, “And you think I want to know that because…?” “Because you have a crush.” Pierre deadpanned. You swallowed hard before answering, “I do not!” You were rather indignant. Pierre looked past you, “Oh, hey Mick!” You whirled around to see no one there, turning back to Pierre who was holding his side from laughter, you huffed, “I’m glad you find this funny…” He gently patted your back before guiding you up to the counter. “Hey, Mick!” Pierre called out loudly, “Customer!” You heard him grumbling in the storeroom behind the counter before Pierre cleared his throat, “It’s Y/N.” The grumbling stopped and it was quiet for a moment before you heard the sounds of whispering and shuffling feet. Yuki popped his head out of the kitchen door, “Heya Y/N!” He waved, “Hi Yuki.” You smiled at him before he disappeared back into the kitchen. 

There was more whispering and shuffling before poor Mick was all but pushed through the doorway, you bit your lip shyly as you took him in. Despite the summer heat, he was wearing an oversized white v-neck sweater and if you looked from a certain angle you could just see his collarbones peeking out. His sweatshirt was tucked into a pair of jeans that were slightly rolled up at the ankles with his beaten up converse on his feet to finish his outfit. He nervously fiddled with the tie at the front of his black uniform apron before awkwardly adjusting the cap sitting on his head, taking it off to push his hair back before placing it back on his head. His hair looked soft. You imagined running your fingers through it and- ‘Stop it Y/N’ you thought “H-h-hi Y/N.” He kept his gaze on the countertop, finger poking at a few stray crumbs. “Hi Mick,” you couldn’t explain why you felt so flustered, “What can I get for you today?” He asked softly, finally breaking his intense staring contest with the countertop to look at you. You inhaled as he quite literally took your breath away. He gave you a soft smile as he began to nervously fiddle with the sleeves of his sweater which had fallen over his hands slightly, making you squeal internally. “Could I please get a matcha latte?” Pierre rolled his eyes, “I swear you get the same thing every damn time!” “I like them!” You whined, making Mick let out a soft giggle - oh gosh. Your heart beat sped up. “Hot or iced?” You contemplated for a moment, “Iced please…” You trailed off shyly as you looked at the cakes and desserts available, deciding to treat yourself. 

As eclectic as Pierre’s colour choices in decorating were, you could say the same thing about some of his flavour options for cakes and drinks. It was part of the reason why the cafe attracted so many people on weekends and holidays. You looked at the options available for the day, mouth already watering. Pierre and Yuki always came up with something new each day, as well as the classic customer favourites and seasonal specials that came out at Christmas and in the summer. The usual things were there; red velvet cake, chocolate fudge cake, chocolate chip cookies, salted caramel and pecan cookies, matcha macarons, vanilla macarons, strawberry macarons and all variety of cupcakes. Then there were the more unusual flavours for today; champagne cream and strawberry scones, lavender honey macaroons, vanilla sponge with mango and coconut mousse filling, Earl Grey sponge with rose buttercream and blood orange and poppy seed polenta shortbread. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head as you gazed at all the options available to you. “Pierre… How am I supposed to pick just one?” You turned to Pierre with wide eyes. Mick found himself struggling not to coo at your cuteness. Damn, he just wanted to squish your cheeks. “Ummm… Can I please take a lavender and honey macaron and a slice of the Earl Grey sponge with rose buttercream, please? Whatever I don’t eat Daniel will finish anyway!” You giggled. Mick nodded as he set about cutting a slice of cake, selecting a macaron and plating it nicely. He passed you the plate, eyes suddenly widening as your fingers brushed his. The two of you froze for a second, staring at each other. Eyes wide and cheeks warm, holding your breath. You were broken out of your trance by a shout of your name, placing the plate down on your tray you turned, “Y/N!” “Lando!” You pulled the tanned boy in for a hug. “Carlos said you had a good time on holiday?” He nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah! But I missed you…” He frowned, you turned to face your table, “See? Lando missed me!” Carlos rolled his eyes at your antics, continuing to sip his coffee, you winced. How on earth could he drink that stuff? It was far too bitter. That’s why you preferred the sweeter yet still earthy taste of a matcha latte. They always seemed especially sweet when Mick made them… Speaking of Mick, he was just finishing making your drink, pouring it over ice. You clapped your hands excitedly as he placed it on your tray. “Anything else?” He pushed his hair back and you gulped suddenly, that did not need to be as attractive as it was. “No, thank you…” You blushed as you picked up the try. He felt his breathing hitch as he caught sight of the cute shy smile spreading across your cheeks. Mick thought it was adorable that your tongue poked out of your mouth slightly as your concentration face took over, your focus completely on carrying the tray back to your table. Pierre walked next to you laughing and joking. Mick sighed. He wished he could be like that with you… Chilled, relaxed, cool. -----------

When Mick walked through the door into work that morning, he knew you’d come in at some point. Wednesday lunchtimes you would always come in with Daniel, Charles and Carlos. You’d stay there all afternoon until closing which was when Pierre, Lando, Yuki and Esteban would join you. Mick would join too but he always found himself too shy to really speak to you. 

“Morning Mick!” Pierre greeted him from behind the counter, “Good morning.” Mick reply was quiet, “Miiiiiiiiiiiick!” A tall body suddenly whacked into him and he fought to stay upright as he now bore Esteban’s full weight on his back. He laughed gently at his friend’s antics, patting his arm as it squeezed him tightly, “Good morning Esteban.” “Good morning Mick!” Mick smiled at Lando, patting his shoulder affectionately as he passed him, “Morning Lando!” He entered the small staff room and put his bag down before grabbing his apron and putting it on. He entered the kitchen to wash his hands and do inventory, passing Yuki on the way. “Oh! Try this! It’s the new recipe for today.” Yuki held out a small piece of macaron he’d cut off. Mick noted the pretty, pastel lavender tone and smiled. Soft and pretty. It reminded him of you. He took the macaron from Yuki and popped it into his mouth, closing his eyes as the flavours danced across his tongue. Layers of lavender and honey combined with the sweet sugar. It was perfect. He nodded at Yuki approvingly, “Y/N will love it!” He froze as he realised he’s said that out loud. Yuki smirked, “Oh? She will?” Mick nodded sheepishly. He’d noticed your preference for trying Pierre and Yuki’s new flavours and you always leaned towards the aesthetic ones, not that the other choices weren’t aesthetic, he didn’t want to diminish Pierre’s work it’s just that- oh who was he kidding? His internal monologue was even annoying himself. The morning went by quickly as Mick found himself making drinks and serving the beachgoers of the day. Weekdays in the summer was mainly regulars; elderly couples out for a stroll, new mums with their babies as they met for a chat, dog walkers who wanted a break from playing fetch. By 11:00 am the cafe was quiet and so Mick found himself back in the kitchen, helping where he could and munching on the delicious treats that Yuki was cooking up to refill the display for the afternoon. Mick loved his job. But when the little bell above the door tinkled at 12:00 pm precisely on a Wednesday afternoon, he loved it a lot more. He smiled as he heard your voice greeting your best friends. He guessed he could call them his friends too. He didn’t notice the other boys in the kitchen staring at him as he smiled. He didn’t catch their smirks at each other. He heard your shriek and panicked, were you okay? Then he heard the laugh of Pierre and breathed a sigh of relief. The others noticed all this and began hatching a plot. 

Mick focused his attention back on the ingredients in front of him as he mixed up another batch of cookie dough for Yuki. He thought you’d really like these cookies, they were sweet and the colour was cute. He was pulled from his daydreaming about you by Pierre shouting his name, “Hey, Mick! Customer!” Mick grumbled under his breath about how incompetent Pierre was sometimes. Why did he need him to go out and serve the customer? He was in the middle of washing his hands when he heard Pierre speak again, “It’s Y/N.” This time Mick froze. Pierre wanted him to serve you. Mick looked at Yuki and cued for him to go out and serve you, Yuki argued back slightly, a silent battle of glares with some hand gestures thrown in, before he rolled his eyes jokingly and poked his head out of the kitchen. Mick heard your sweet voice as you greeted Yuki and he bit his lip nervously. He would have loved to have served you but he always got so damn nervous. 

Suddenly Yuki was back in the room with him. Mick looked at him, confused. Yuki smiled innocently before nodding at Esteban and Lando, “Get him.” Mick hissed out a smart retort at Yuki as Lando and Esteban all but shoved him towards the door. He tried to dig his heels in but to no avail. He was thrown out of the room, feeling very annoyed and slightly dishevelled. All that faded away however when he caught sight of you stood next to Pierre. A soft smile painted across your lips, eyes wide in childlike excitement as you looked at the desserts display. Mick took in your pretty yellow dress with the puffy, he thought they were called ‘bell’, sleeves. He noticed how your small crossbody bag matched the white clips you had in your hair and the white sneakers you wore on your feet. He thought you looked like literal sunshine in your outfit. His eyes flew up to look at your face and he fiddled with the tie of his apron and his cap, a nervous habit, as he realised you were staring at him too, nervously biting your bottom lip. He couldn’t look at you anymore without blushing, his eyes falling to the counter in front of him. 

Damn. Why couldn’t he be more confident in front of you? ------------------

“Pierre this is so good!” You practically moaned out, Pierre laughing and Daniel tutting as you spoke with a few crumbs clinging to your bottom lip, “Geez, baby, do I have to do everything for you?” Daniel joked as his thumb swiped across your bottom lip, licking the excess off of his thumb. You broke into a childish grin at his parental actions, “I’d be lost without you Danny!” You exclaimed, making him smile. You turned back to Pierre, “Are you taking a break from the cafe this summer Pierre?” He nodded his head, “Yuki is taking over for a week so I can go away with my family.” He smiled fondly, clearly excited at the prospect. “Then it’s back to the grind!” You whined, “At least you have a job and you have money…” Pierre cackled at this as you slumped forward in your chair, your forehead smacking the table. “Ow!” You pouted as Charles fussed over you, gently rubbing the sore spot on your head before kissing it better, making you giggle “Are you still looking for a job?” Carlos turned to you. You nodded your head and sighed, “There’s just nothing out there…” Pierre gave you a sorry smile, “You know I’d ask you to work here but I already have the guys and can’t afford to employ anyone else…” You nodded, leaning across the table to squeeze his hand, “I know! It’s okay!” Charles suddenly clapped his hands from where he sat next to you, “What about lifeguarding for the summer?” The whole table turned to stare at him with deadpanned expressions as you winced. He shrugged, “It was just a suggestion…” Daniel laughed, “What about working somewhere in town? A clothing store or even the grocery store?” You shook your head, “None of them are hiring right now or the places have all been filled.” Daniel clicked his tongue as he thought again. “What about the florist? They’re hiring right now.” Carlos suggested. You shook your head, eyes wide, “Ahhhh you didn’t tell him yet?” Charles asked, you shook your head and he continued, “Y/N had an interview and trial shift at the florist but turns out she’s allergic to one of the plants, poor baby… While you and Lando were on holiday, Daniel and I had to take care of our petit ange.” Charlos explained as Daniel stroked your head sympathetically. “It was funny but poor baby really suffered didn’t you…” Daniel cooed as you pouted, nodding. Charles leant towards Carlos, “I’ll show you the photos later, her cheeks swelled up like a chipmunk.” You growled as they burst into laughter. Pierre hummed thoughtfully before exclaiming, “Ah! Y/N, you like kids right?” You gasped as you nodded, “They’re really cute! I wouldn’t be a teaching major if I didn’t…” Pierre laughed, “Well I have twin cousins who are both 7. They need babysitting the summer. I can pass your details on to my Aunt?” Your eyes widened as you got up from the table racing over to Pierre, throwing your arms around him, “Yes, yes yes! Would you do that for me, Pierre? Thank you so much!” He laughed at your enthusiasm, patting the arm hugging his front, 

“Of course! You’ve babysat and done childcare before right?” You nodded, “Then she’ll just need a reference from one of them and probably want to ask you a few questions. It would be an all-day gig. She has to work extra hours this summer.” You nodded in understanding and clapped your hands excitedly as you sat down. This would be so fun!  ---------------------

It had been a week since you’d started looking after Théo and Fleur. They had to be the cutest kids you had ever seen. Physically they were so alike in their features yet their personalities couldn’t have been more different. Fleur was so outgoing and energetic, she was loud and often you found yourself having to gently remind her to use her inside voice. She was the more confident of the two but she was extremely socially aware and would always hold her brother’s hand when she sensed him getting nervous or unsure. Unlike Fleur, Théo was shyer. Whereas Fleur preferred playing games and playing outside, Théo was happy to sit quietly and read his books. He had taken to you very quickly and would often come and climb into your lap to cuddle whenever he was tired or just craved affection. 

You’d learned quickly that both of the twins loved the beach and so you spent most of your days going on walks to the beach, playing on the beach and swimming in the sea. You were convinced that these children were actual angels. You’d never had to tell them off or reprimand them, their manners were impeccable and they were always asking if they could help you with chores.

It had been a week and a few days since your first day and today was a Wednesday. You didn’t want to miss out on your time with the guys so you decided to take the twins to the cafe for lunch and leave after that. You headed to the beach early after plastering both the kids in suncream, their little matching sun hats just too cute. You played in the sea and the sand all morning before Fleur eventually plopped down under the umbrella next to you. “Y/N, I’m hungry…” She whined a little, you checked the time as Théo waddled over to join his sister. “Well, my little chicks it is time for lunch! Would you like to go to get some food?” They both nodded enthusiastically as you helped them pack up their things in their backpacks before you returned the umbrella you’d hired for the morning. Théo and Fleur each took hold of one of your hands before the three of you made your way to the top of the beach and crossed the road, heading to ‘The Shoreline’. Fleur cheered as she noticed where you were going, making you laugh. Théo looked up at you, big brown eyes blinking slowly, “Pierre works here!” You nodded, “That’s right bubba!” You squeeze his hand as you reached the door, pushing it open and allowing the kids to step inside. “Pierre!” Fleur shouted as soon as she was inside, you gently placed a hand on her shoulder, “Inside voices now okay Fleur?” She nodded before skipping towards the kitchen door, Pierre poked his head around the doorframe, “I thought I heard you little rascals!” Fleur giggled before running back to Théo and grabbing his hand, the two of them heading towards Pierre for a hug and, you suspected, probably an extra cookie or cupcake too. 

You found your best friends at your usual table and placed your things down, “Hey!” Daniel greeted you, “Did you bring the twins?” You nodded, “I hope that’s okay?” Charles smiled brightly, “Of course! They’re so cute!” You heard footsteps behind you and you turned to see the twins giggling with what looked like chocolate frosting smeared at the corners of their mouths. You gave Pierre a look as he shrugged before whistling innocently, heading to the counter. You helped the twins take off their backpacks, “Hey Y/N, Mick is working today,” Carlos said nonchalantly as he scrolled through social media on his phone. You gaped a little, “Why does everyone keep feeling the need to tell me?” “Who’s Mick?” Asked Fleur grabbing your hand and swinging it back and fore, “Y/N’s boyfriend!” Charles whisper shouted, making Fleur’s eyes widen almost comically as she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, Théo giggling. “Y/N’s boyfriend?” Charles nodded seriously, you resisted the urge to smack his arm as you crouched down next to Fleur and Théo, 

“No, Mick isn’t my boyfriend, he’s just my friend.” Théo nodded as Fleur narrowed her eyes, “Your friend that you looooove!” Charles sang jokingly, you frowned at him before shaking your head at Fleur, “Hmm, okay…” You poked her side to tickle her, making her squeal, “Come on then my babies, let’s go and order some lunch!” You headed to the counter to order lunch for yourself and them.

In the business of your morning, you hadn’t even thought about Mick until the boys mentioned him… You suddenly found yourself brushing down your denim shorts as you straightened out Daniel’s white, linen button-up shirt you’d stolen a while back to use as a cover-up over the top of your lavender cami that you’d tucked in. You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and adjusted your sunglasses on top of your head. Pierre caught your fussing and smirked knowingly, “What?” You huffed. He just winked before heading into the kitchen, “Mick! Customer!” Mick traipsed out of the kitchen before he spotted you, you smiled shyly as you stood with a hand on each of the twin's backs. “Hi!” Mick smiled softly at them and you felt your heart melt into a little puddle of goo. No one should be allowed to look that soft and cute, it wasn’t fair. He wasn’t wearing a sweater today, it seemed he’d given in to the heat too, instead he was wearing a light brown oversized t-shirt, a different coloured wash pair of jeans but still his trusty converse. He fiddled with his apron tie and adjusted the cap sitting on his head, readjusting it before he looked at you, “What can I get you?” You looked down at the twins, “Well, what would you like?” “Orange juice please!” They chimed out at the same time before giggling with each other, you smiled at them fondly, “Can we get a ham sandwich and cheese sandwich as well, please? They’ll share.” Mick nodded noting down the order, “And for you?” You hummed thoughtfully. “I’ll take whatever the special sandwich is today please, and an iced ma-“ “Matcha latte?” He said before blushing heavily, you doing the same, nodding your head bashfully. Fleur looked between the two of you before tapping Théo and whispering loudly, “Look! They’re both blushing!” Your head snapped down to look at Fleur as one hand flew up to your cheeks. Mick fumbled with the cash register as he tried to swiftly move on. You snuck a look at him as you pretended to fuss over the twins. He really was cute when he blushed… --------------------

The next day you found yourself back at the cafe with the twins. You’d been sat at home, the day cloudy and slightly rainy. The twins had spent the morning colouring and happily playing with their toys but they’d begged you to take them back to the cafe in the afternoon with Fleur claiming she ‘needed more cake!’. You laughed at her dramatic before agreeing to take them. They cheered and munched their lunch while you cleared up a little. Once they’d eaten their lunch and all the dishes were washed up the three of you pulled on your coats, the twins deciding to wear their matching bright yellow rain boots. The three of you walked to the cafe, the twins humming along to their favourite songs, swinging your arms as they held your hands and jumping in puddles. 

When you reached the cafe, it was slightly busier, people looking for shelter from the light rain and looking for a fun trip on a day out. You found a table near the counter and you all peeled your coats off before you led the kids towards the orderly queue that had formed. You picked Théo up so he could see the desserts more clearly as you stood in line. “What would you like bubba?” You rubbed Théo’s back as he deliberated over what he wanted to eat. “Cupcake please.” He said softly, pointing to one of the kid’s pirate-themed cupcakes in the corner of the display, “Of course! What about you Fleur?” You looked down as Fleur pursed her lips, “I think I’d like the same please!” You giggled at her formal way of speaking before stepping up to the counter and immediately becoming breathless, “Mick! Uhhh… Hi!” He looked up from the cash register and gave you a soft smile, waving at Théo who was now resting his head in the crook of your neck, seemingly feeling shy around Mick, you could relate… “Hi Y/N. What can I get for you today?” You placed the kid's orders, adding on a juice for each of them before you quickly scanned your eyes over the case wanting to choose a dessert for yourself. “I’ll take a slice of the lemon, poppyseed and thyme cake please and an-“ “Iced matcha latte?” Mick cut in before blushing when he realised what he’d done. You giggled, “Yes please.” He looked up, holding your gaze for a second before the two of you were broken out of your trance by a small voice, “I think Mr Charles was right yesterday! Y/N loves Mick!” Fleur giggled pointing at your blushing faces. You mouth gaped open as you looked down at Fleur with a shocked facial expression, “Fleur!” She looked at you, “I think you do! You and Mr Mick are blushing again!” She giggled, Théo giggled as he lifted his head from your neck, wriggling as you put him down next to his sister. She took his hand and they ran back to your table giggling the whole time. By the time you’d turned back to the counter, Mick had already started making your drink. Your eyes followed him, nervously fidgeting with your fingers in front of you, he wouldn’t look at you. Damn. He must feel so awkward. “I’m sorry about Fleur… Charles was filling her head with ideas and you know what kids are like,” you laughed awkwardly as he nodded, “well then, I’m gonna, I’m gonna go… Drink this… drink!” You shook your head as you noticed the twins sat pointing and giggling at you and Mick.  Perhaps they were not perfect little angels after all. 

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You didn’t visit the cafe for the rest of the week. Théo got sick and as a result of her refusal to leave her brother’s side, Fleur then got sick straight after. You’d spent your days wrapped up in blankets and cuddled on the sofa. By Tuesday the kids were much better and as they sat eating their afternoon snack, Fleur spoke up, “Y/N, can we go to see Pierre tomorrow?” Théo gasped and his eyes lit up at the mention of Pierre’s name. “If you guys are good and eat all of your vegetables at dinner…” You bribed. “Pinky promise!” Fleur’s hand shot out as she held out her pinky, Théo extended his and somehow the three of you managed a pinky promise. “Tomorrow we’ll go to the cafe for lunch.” You promised, nodding your head, the twins cheering. 

You were certainly not expecting them to start scheming. 

  “Hello, my little babies!” Cooed Pierre as he greeted you at the door the next day. “What would you like for lunch?” He took each of their hands and together the three of them skipped over to the counter, no doubt to smuggle more cupcakes. You rolled your eyes and smiled, heading towards the table were your friends sat. “Y/N!” Cheered Charles, “We missed you!” He pouted as you sat down next to him, wrapping himself around your arm and snuggling his face into your neck. “Charles that tickles!” You gave up trying to push him off, accepting your fate as you pulled your phone out of your pocket, waiting for the twins to come back so you could find out what they wanted to order. 

You heard the pattering of children’s feet and stifled giggles, making you look up. Fleur and Théo stood there with a smirking Pierre behind them, “What have you three been up too?” You raised an eyebrow, Pierre shrugged, “Nothing!” You shook your head, “Somehow I don’t really believe you. Right, come on! Let’s go order!” You stood up, “I already put the twins' order in,” Pierre informed you,  “It better not just be an order of cupcakes!” You tickled Théo tummy as you went past making him giggle and run and duck behind Carlos for cover. Fleur followed her brother and sat opposite him, clambering into the armchair you’d been sat in, Charles helping her up. “Well then, I’ll go order for myself.” You looked at Pierre who nodded to let you know he’d watch the twins. Lando was at the counter when you got there, smiling at you in the same way Pierre had been. You looked at him suspiciously, “What are you up to?” He shook his head before bursting into giggles and running into the kitchen. “Lando?!” You huffed, you just wanted a drink! There was a soft cough making you look up, “Mick! Hi!” He nodded and smiled gently, “Hey Y/N, the usual?” You nodded, willing your face not to heat up at the fact he’d remembered. He nodded in response, taking the payment and turning to start making your drink. He was interrupted by Esteban poking his head out of the storeroom, “Hey Mick, can you come and look at this please?” Mick looked at you apologetically, pushing himself up straight from leaning on the counter before following a retreating Esteban. You stood by the counter for a while before Pierre came up to you, “Hey Y/N, did I tell you I’d painted the storeroom a different colour? Come look!” Before you could argue he’d grabbed your hand and was dragging you towards the storeroom. When you got there he stood back, allowing you to open the door, the light was off and you stepped in, hand fumbling around for the light switch. “Pierre, what exactly are you up to-“ You shrieked as you were suddenly pushed into the storeroom, the door clanging shut behind you. 

--------------------- When they’d arrived at the cafe, Fleur and Théo were more than happy to go off with Pierre, in fact, Fleur smirked to herself, her plan was going perfectly. As they stood at the counter, smuggling cupcakes with Pierre, she voiced her thoughts quietly, aware that Mick was busy behind the counter  “Pierre, I think we should make Y/N tell Mr Mick she loves him!” She whispered, Théo nodding in agreement. Pierre stared at them, surprised that his 7-year-old cousins had picked up on the fact you and Mick liked each other. ‘Then again’, he thought ‘they’re not exactly subtle… Every man and his dog would be able to see it from a five-mile radius’. “I like the way you think mon petit papillon…” He answered, already scheming in his head. He signalled for the twins to be quiet before he beckoned them into the kitchen. “Hi!” Lando cooed as he caught sight of the twins, immediately swooping down to throw Théo in the air making him scream with laughter. Esteban smiled as Fleur skipped over, hugging his leg tightly, “Este, we’re going to make Y/N and Mick fall in love!” Fleur said dreamily, Esteban let out  a laugh, picking her up, “Is that right?” Yuki joined their conversation, “Did you say something about Y/N and Mick?” Pierre huddled them all together, “We know they’re never going to say anything to each other themselves, they need a little… push…” The rest of the boys hummed in agreement. “How are we going to do it?” Esteban asked, making everyone sigh as they realised they had no ideas. “Ooh!” Lando spoke up, “What about trapping them in the storeroom together? It only unlocks from the outside!” Yuki rubbed his hands together, grinning cheekily, “I like the way you think my friend!” Pierre nodded, “Perfect! Now how do we convince them?” Esteban volunteered to take on the role of being the one to bribe Mick to the storeroom. The boys all nodded in agreement before Fleur threw her hand into the middle of the circle from her spot in Esteban’s arms,  “Everyone in!” The boys all laughed at her cute enthusiasm, before they all placed their hands in too, Lando picking up Théo so he wouldn’t be left out. They broke the huddle before Pierre and the twins left the kitchen, heading back out to Y/N. “What have you three been up too?” Pierre shrugged as he tried to play it off, “Nothing!” He should have known she’d be suspicious. “Somehow I don’t really believe you. Right, come on! Let’s go order!” “I already put the twins' order in,” Pierre said, glad he already had,   “It better not just be an order of cupcakes!” Pierre breathed a sigh of relief as you started walking away, “Well then, I’ll go order for myself.” Pierre nodded at you, knowing he had a limited time to inform the others of the plan. 

As soon as you were out of earshot, Pierre filled the others in, “Do you think it will work?” Carlos asked, raising an eyebrow as Charles nodded, booping Fleur’s nose with a grin “Of course! It will work 100%.” Fleur giggled, “You should go now Pierre!” “I’ll watch the twins?” Daniel offered, Pierre gave him a thumbs up before swiftly heading to the counter where you now stood, waiting for Mick to return. Pierre smiled to himself, it seemed Esteban was successful. Now he just needed a believable excuse to tell you. He thought for a moment. Perfect. “Hey Y/N, did I tell you I’d painted the storeroom a different colour? Come look!” He grabbed your wrist, not giving you a chance to argue as he quickly made his way to the storeroom. “Pierre, what exactly are you up to-“ He gently pushed you in before making sure the door was shut, turning to wink at everyone. Fleur cheering from her chair, making all the boys laugh.  -------------------

You stood there in the store cupboard in shock for a moment before you heard a rustling noise next to you and gasped, “Hello?” Mick said quietly “Mick?” “Y/N?” You nodded, then facepalmed realising he couldn’t see you. Suddenly your breathing hitched as you felt Mick close to you. You felt his warm breath fan your cheek as he leant across you, the smell of warm cookies and sweet caramel latte filling your nose. You smiled. You were suddenly aware of how close he was as you felt his body heat press against you, one hand falling onto your waist to steady himself. He found the light switch and flicked it on, the two of you squinting at the sudden brightness. You both froze as you noticed your position. You were leaning against a low cabinet, Mick leaning over you, your eyes dropped to the hand on your waist, cheeks heating up. He looked even more shocked than you. The two of you suddenly looked at each other. He was so close that you could see every detail of his face. He was beautiful. If you tilted your head up a little your lips would have brushed his. His eyes dropped to your lips before he seemed to come to his senses, stepping back from you, hands immediately coming in front of him as he nervously played with the ends of the sleeves of his pale blue sweater. You coughed lightly as you felt a new kind of tension begin to fall over the storeroom. You stood up straight, hand running through your hair as you tried to brush off the feelings that having Mick so close to you had brought up. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something before suddenly the storeroom door opened and all your friends stood there, as well as the twins, enthusiastically craning their necks to see, faces dropping when they realised they’d not caught the two of you being all lovey-dovey. Plan failed. Pierre looked at you with faux innocence, “I’m so sorry Y/N, I have no clue how that happened!” You shook your head at him, Fleur huffed before turning to Charles accusingly, “You said that this would work Mr Charles!” Your eyes widened, a frown of annoyance painting itself across your face. “Charles Leclerc, you. are. dead.” He gulped as you stalked towards the storeroom door, Daniel stepped in front of you, grabbing your arms, “Hey, it was just a joke okay?” You growled as you glared at Charles. “Not in front of the kids…” Daniel pulled your head to his chest, rubbing your back in a soothing manner. You didn’t notice Mick quietly slipping away, slightly hurt. You seemed very upset at being stuck in there with him… Maybe you didn’t like him back after all.  --------------------

You honestly didn’t think there’d be any more scheming after that. Ha! How wrong you were. You entered the cafe the following Wednesday, Fleur and Théo excited for cake and to see the boys. You loved that they were getting on so well with them all. You watched the twins run off with Esteban and Lando, sighing as you sat down. Daniel looking at you in concern, 

“You alright there cutie?” You sighed dramatically, plopping your face onto your hand as you propped yourself up on the table in front of you. “No…” Carlos straightened up at this, “Why? What’s wrong?” You shook your head. It was embarrassing. Charles looked at you, “Come on Y/N, you tell us everything!” You contemplated for a moment before grumbling, “Fine! I was just hoping that this summer I, I might…” You trailed off, “Might what?” Daniel, Carlos and Charles all sat forward on the edge of their seats, “Might go on a few dates and find a boyfriend!” You whined, staring at Mick behind the counter longingly. The couple of occasions you’d popped in since the storeroom incident he hasn’t spoken to you. In fact, he’d even avoided you, going back into the kitchen and sending Yuki or Lando out to take your order. Your drink was always good, but it never tasted the same. 

Charles held back a snort as he saw where you were looking. He turned to Carlos who smirked. It seemed they were thinking the same thing. “I have a friend I could set you up on a blind date with?” Charles offered, you looked at him. “Really?” Daniel seeming to catch on, nodded, “I think that’s a great idea!” You sighed, “Just one date wouldn’t hurt…” Carlos choked on a laugh as he took a sip of his coffee, sending a quick text to the other boys ‘stay behind tonight’. Oh, if only you knew… 

Later that afternoon, you had gone, having to drop the twins off back home. The cafe was closed for the day and Mick bid the rest of them farewell as he left. Pierre dropped into the seat next to Charles as he groaned, massaging his shoulder, “What’s up with the text?” Daniel smiled at them, “We’re going to set Y/N and Mick up on a blind date!” Yuki clapped his hands enthusiastically as Lando let out a laugh. “Is that a good idea?” Esteban winced, remembering how angry you’d been the previous week. “Trust me, it is!” Charles smirked, “We’ve already convinced Y/N and she’s in!” Esteban's eyes sparkled mischievously, “Then I’m in!” Pierre nodded, “Who’s gonna talk to Mick?” Esteban raised his hand, “I think I could convince him.” The rest of the table nodded.  Plan in action -------------------

“Mick!” Esteban cooed as he approached the blue-eyed male. Mick turned to him, “What do you want?” Esteban feigned shock as he looked at him, “Me? Want something?” Mick gave him a deadpan look as he pouted, “Okay, fine! Although it’s for your own benefit.” Mick nodded for him to continue as he turned back to the cake he was frosting, “Go on a blind date? I have a frien-“ “No Esteban…” Mick shook his head as he looked through the kitchen door to where you sat with your friends. He felt his heart speed up as you let out a cute giggle. Esteban sighed as he followed his friend’s gaze, 

“Maybe this blind date will be just what you need?” He suggested, Mick turned to him before looking back through the door, slowly nodding as he turned to his friend once more, “You might be right.” The frenchman smiled at him before leaving the kitchen, turning to Pierre who was behind the counter and fist-pumping victoriously. Leaning his body to wink at Charles who nodded subtly before turning back to you. 

None of the boys would tell you who they had set you up with. They wouldn’t tell you anything about him. Just that he was very sweet and totally your type. The day of your blind date, you sat on your bed with Daniel and Carlos, Charles playing with Fleur and Théo downstairs. You groaned as you dramatically threw yourself backwards onto your bed. “What am I supposed to wear?” “Just wear what you normally would!” Daniel patted your head as your crawled and flopped your head down onto his thigh. “What if he doesn’t like that?” Carlos snickered, “I don’t think there’s any worry of that…” “Hmm?” You lazily lifted your head. “Nothing! Just that you dress so nicely that it won’t be a problem amor.” Carlos said cheerily. You stood up from our bed and ventured over to your wardrobe pulling out a sweet white summer dress with cap sleeves, the skirt made of a pretty flowy material with small, different coloured, embroidered flowers cascading down from the waist where it was cinched in, the skirt eventually falling just above your calves. “Ooooooh that’s pretty!” Daniel said, nodding approvingly. Carlos hummed an agreement before seemingly remembering, “Oh, by the way, you have half an hour.” “Half an hour?!” You cried, ‘I haven’t even done my hair or makeup yet!” Charles burst into your bedroom with Fleur and Théo in tow. “Never fear! For your personal stylist is here!” He said, wiggling his eyebrow, making you laugh despite your stress. Fleur and Théo jumped onto your bed, Daniel immediately playing with them, pretending to be some sort of monster or dragon as he tickled them. “Chop chop!” Charles clapped at you, hurting you into your bathroom, “Get dressed and then I’ll fix you up!” How you managed to get ready in such a short amount of time blew your mind. Charles, for some reason and you had no clue how or why, was very talented at doing your hair. The way he’d done it complimented your outfit perfectly. You kept your makeup light and simple. You put on some of your favourite jewellery pieces and exited your bathroom to see Fleur and Théo staring at you with wide eyes, “You look like a princess!” Fleur said, clasping her hands together under her chin. You giggled, running a hand through her hair and pressing a kiss to her forehead, “Thanks bubba!” You turned to Carlos and Daniel, inhaling deeply through your nose,  “Does it look okay?” “You look beautiful,” “You look perfect.” Daniel offered you a pale blue short cardigan to go over the top as Carlos held out a sweet, white crossbody bag. You gratefully accepted both items before you slipped your feet into some white flats and checked your phone. “Now, you’ll know it’s him because he’s wearing a pale blue shirt under an oversized brown sweater and jeans.” You nodded, “also he’ll be wearing a cap.” You nodded once more, “Now go my little cherub!” Charles said landing a wet kiss to your cheek with a loud smack, making you groan and strain to pull away. He laughed as he let you go, “Be careful ad have fun!” Carlos said, winking,  “We’ll watch the twins and make sure they have tons of fun!” Daniel wheezed out as Théo jumped on him once more. 

You waved your goodbyes before exiting your home and heading to the beach, looking at the directions Charles had texted you, ‘Meet him outside the cafe! Do you remember what he’s wearing?’, you rolled your eyes before replying, ‘Yes I remember what he’s wearing, you melon, I don’t have a goldfish brain…’ You plugged your headphones in as you began the short walk to the cafe. You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. You’d really hoped you would have plucked up the courage to ask Mick on a date this summer. You wondered about the mystery guy as you walked along. How tall was he? Would he be as tall as Mick? What colour is his hair? Are his eyes as pretty as Mick’s? What does he like to do? Does he like music like Mick? Does he have a job? Was he a barista like Mick? You caught yourself as you stopped at a crossing. You needed to get Mick out of your head! You crossed the street, walking around the corner and smiling as the cafe came into view. You looked around for a guy that matched the description Charles gave you but there was no one. You stood outside the cafe and decided to wait for a little while. ------------------- Mick checked his appearance once more in the cafe bathroom mirror, he exhaled somewhat shakily as he pushed his hair back, picking his cap on to place it on top of his head. Maybe he should go without them? He fiddled with the cap before deciding to put it back down on the counter. There. Much better. He checked himself over one last time before he left the bathroom, passing Yuki and Lando in the kitchen. They both waved at him as he passed, giving each other knowing smiles. Pierre nodded at him from behind the counter and Esteban wished him luck as he cleared tables. Mick stopped by the door as he checked his phone once more for the text from Esteban with the description of the girl. ‘White dress, white shoes, blue cardigan and white bag.’ Mick nodded to himself, knowing that the girl was waiting outside the door. As soon as he stepped out, the boys inside the cafe rushed to press themselves against the window.

You heard the bell of the cafe door tinkle and you turned to see… Mick? Your eyes glanced over his frame. Jeans, pale blue shirt and oversized brown sweater… You inhaled as you came to the realisation that the boys had set you up. Mick stared at you and took in your appearance, noting that it matched the description of the- oh… Oh! He smiled to himself as he realised. You approached him slowly. “Hey.” “Hi.” He paused for a second before clearing this throat. “So you’re my date?” You nodded softly, “Yeah I guess so… Is that okay?” “YES! I mean… Y-yeah that’s okay.” You giggled softly making Mick’s heart stop, you were too darn sweet for him. “I booked us a table at ‘The Seafront’ for dinner?” He seemed so unsure, it was adorable. “That sounds lovely.” You reassured him, he seemed to sigh with relief, “Shall we go?” The two of you fell in step with each other as you walked. It was quiet for a while. “I’m so sorry about what happened the other week…” He trailed off, cautious about bringing it up. You looked at him as the two of you slowed your pace, “No! Please! Don’t apologise, it was my fault…” “Actually it was Charles’ fault…” He joked, you laughed at that, he wasn’t wrong. “But either way, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” “Uncomfortable? Why would you have made me uncomfortable?” He sighed like he was thinking carefully about how to answer, “Once the door was opened you seemed… upset… that you’d been stuck in there with me…” He trailed off, voice quietening. You bit your lip softly, you hadn’t thought about how your reaction must have looked to Mick. “Oh no no no… I’m so sorry Mick… In all honesty, I wasn’t upset about that. I was upset that they may have made you uncomfortable.” You explained, he looked up at you quickly, “I really wasn’t mad about being locked in there with you at all.” You said shyly, both of you turning shy immediately. 

You walked in silence for a little longer, this time the silence being of the comfortable kind. The type that says how easy it is to be with the other person.

You took in the views of the seaside as you walked together, you noticed he was walking a little closer to you now, making you smile. You allowed the hand closest to him to drop to your side, gently brushing his. He gasped quietly before you did it again. Not wanting to push you stopped. Soon enough you felt Mick brush his hand against yours, except this time he hooked his pinky finger around yours, linking them together in the sweetest most innocent of ways. You sighed happily as you looked at your joined hands. You eventually made it to the restaurant, making small talk as you went, Mick never letting go of your hand. The waiter showed you to your table, Mick pulling out your chair for you before taking his own seat opposite you. The table was sat out on the veranda overlooking the beach and you smiled as you breathed in the fresh sea air. Mick smiled as he caught sight of your smile. You thanked the waiter as he dropped off two menus. 

The whole meal was better than you ever could have expected. You and Mick got along so well. The conversation never stopped flowing, which did surprise you slightly. You chatted as you ate, excited to be learning so many new things about each other. When the check came, Mick quickly snatched it up making you frown, 

“I’ll get this, you get the ice cream on the next date.” You stopped suddenly before smiling at him teasingly, “Who said there’ll be a next one?” Mick froze as he registered what he said, “I didn’t mean, I just meant that, if you’d like to I-I-I would like to take you on another date-“ His rambling was cut off by you leaning across the table and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I’d love to go on another date with you Mick.” He blushed heavily as he called the waiter over.

You left the restaurant happily. You were full, from the good meal, the good company and the good conversation. “Would you like to take a walk on the beach?” Mick asked you, face bathed in a warm golden glow from the setting sun. You nodded, “I would very much like that.” Rather boldly, he linked your pinkies together again, making you squeal internally. You made your way down to the sand together, you swinging your hands as you hummed happily, making Mick laugh. You reached the sand, looked around and noticing you were the only ones of the beach, you immediately let go of Mick’s hand, leaning down to slip your shoes off. He did the same and you grinned at him before you took off, running across the sand. Mick seemed shocked for a second before he took off after you, the two of you running across the sand and chasing each other like kids. Eventually he caught up to you, tapping you on the shoulder as he passed. You laughed as you slowed down to a stop, catching your breath as you dropped your shoes on the sand and sitting down next to them. Mick circled back round to sit next to you, dropping his shoes in the sand too. He sat next to you, close enough that your knees touched as you both sat cross legged. You laughed breathlessly as you dropped your head back, enjoying the cool breeze of the evening. Mick stared at you for a second, completely entranced by the way the wind gently ruffled your hair, making you smile. You opened your eyes and turned to Mick suddenly, holding out your hand, he took your hand in his, loving how soft and warm your hand felt. “Confession time,” you said staring at your hands, “I have a strange ABBA addiction and I’m seriously convinced I was born in the wrong era!” He laughed at your statement, “Okay, I like hiking a lot and sometimes do it for charity…” The tips of his ears glowed red in the evening light, “Really?” He nodded bashfully, “That’s so cool!” You thought for a moment, “Oooh! Whenever I use my coloured pens for studying I have to keep them in colour order at all times.” Mick gasped mockingly, “You mean there are people out there that don’t do that?” You giggled, he continued, “My turn? Hmmm… I actually hate coffee. I only carried on working in the cafe to see you.” He looked down at your hands, unable to look you in the eye. “Really?” You said softly. He nodded shyly, still not looking at you. You gently reached your free hand up to his face and held his face in your hand, making him look up at you, “I’m so glad you did…” You leant in slowly, giving him time to back away. He didn’t. He moved in to meet you, lips gently brushing over yours before he pressed them to yours with more intent. You sighed contentedly as the two of you shifted slightly, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck and one of his hands came to rest on the side of your face, the other gently placing itself on your waist. You felt him smile into the kiss, making you do the same. The two of you pulled away with hushed giggled and sweet smiles. 

You were suddenly aware that you heard cheering behind you. You turned to see all of your friends and Fleur and Théo, even though it was long past their bedtime. You blushed and hid your face in Mick’s shoulder as he shooed them away. They booed him jokingly before you felt you phone vibrating. Pierre. “Hey there lovebirds! We’re all heading back to the cafe if you want to join us for free drinks and cake to celebrate you guys finally admitting your feelings!” He hung up the call and you heard their noisy babble fade as they walked away. You pulled away from Mick’s shoulder to look at him. “I don’t mind?” He gazed at you sweetly before standing up, offering his hand out to you to help you up “Would you like your usual?” You giggled, taking his hand, “That would be lovely.” The two of you made your way back to the cafe. “Mick, are you sure you were the right person?” “What do you mean?” “Well, Charles told me the guy would be wearing a cap…” “I- Really, Y/N…?” “I’m just checking!” “Just for that, I’m going to make you an espresso, triple shot.” “You wouldn’t!” “Try me!” 

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"As Many Lives As It Takes (To Be With You)" Fic Notes

After talking shit and increasing the chapter count like five times, AMLAIT is finally done at 13/5 chapters. You can maybe guess there’s a lot going on in these fic notes.

No playlist this time, I didn’t make one assuming it would be a quick fic and just listened to random shit, or watched baking videos, or put in earbuds and listened to silence when I had migraines.

Epilogue life:

So I pretty much put what would be this section in the fic’s actual epilogue, but Catra and Adora end up staying in the apartment for a while. After a couple months of living with a third wheel (who is more like the primary wheel they are tricycling considering who owns the place), it starts cramping on their couple moments. Adora gently prods Catra about the idea of getting their own place, which is an idea that takes several weeks to sink in before she’s willing to explore venturing beyond her safety bubble, but everything changed once and the world didn’t end, so she eventually decides she’s ready. Catra finally leaves that small room after four years. As scary as it is, it feels like the ultimate measure of her growth.

After a few years they move to the outskirts of Bright Moon when Adora switches hospitals, giving them a bit more air and the “best of both worlds” when it comes to being in the city but having a bit more of the freedom/relaxation from their childhood town back. They’re also closer to Thaymor which makes visiting a little easier, and closer to Glimbow and Scorfuma specifically, though they’re farther from some of their other friends.

They both learn to maintain their best friendships even not living together and they regularly visit Adora’s parents, though they never tell anyone else about Catra’s ability. Netossa seems like she suspects something at times, but she never directly implies or asks something, and whatever she suspects certainly couldn’t be the truth.

Chapter 1:

⦁ If you were expecting me to have ever forgotten that tweet ND made about Catra going through all nine of her lives over the course of She-ra and Adora healing her to reset them, then you’re wrong. In a way, this entire AU is ND’s fault. Did you think about that. I have No Responsibility for this.

⦁ Entrapta’s “nerd merchandise” is a premier ball from pokemon because for some reason that was the only thing I could picture for it. It’s not even a regular pokeball I don’t know why!! But that’s what they use.

⦁ Catra technically has binocular vision dysfunction in this due to her right eye being a little out of sync from her left.

⦁ Time paradox is, of course, a portal reference.

⦁ Entrapta’s blanket used to fall off her lap when she was working, which is how it ended up under the table the first few times, and then she noticed Catra balling up there and started leaving it there on purpose, even washing and rearranging it.

⦁ Entrapta’s room is always hot because of the equipment in it and the heat output from her computer and stuff. Luckily, all three occupants of the apartment like it when it’s warm.

Chapter 2:

⦁ Catra watching ice melt is a Booker reference. I love you Booker. But also a euphemism like “watching paint dry,” “watching grass grow,” etc.

⦁ The nightmares weren’t in the initial concept for the fic, but Entrapta helping Catra out with her “condition” was and I found they were a good way to showcase the backstory without actually showing flashbacks or having an entire prologue chapter of trauma after trauma that just would have felt miserable and spoiled everything.

⦁ Catra’s job isn’t necessarily real but is also heavily based on real things. Basically universities sometimes have special collections, archives, etc that are typically “open” during regular work hours, but only by appointment. They might have their own staff or just the librarians see to them. For this fic I basically made up something that might be real, where BMU also allows appointments after hours, but only from grad students, and then professors can come in after hours (or during hours) without appointment as long as there’s staff present. And of course they get away with that by hiring someone cheap so it doesn’t cost them a lot extra to keep it open. Catra has been paid more by other jobs, but she likes this one way better, and she doesn’t have a ton of money pressure living with Scorpia and Entrapta, so she’s planning to keep it. This is also heavily based on one of my first jobs where I did something similar for a university but it had nothing to do with collections or the library. Catra works the same hours I did then.

Chapter 3:

⦁ Bow would have offered Catra his own bed if he thought she would have taken it, but Entrapta — and Catra’s own reactions — made it pretty clear that she was going to make herself difficult to help, so he thought the couch might seem “less pitying,” but he didn’t account for the Adora factor. Everybody forgets about the Adora factor.

⦁ Scorpia mentioning “six years” immediately solidified in Adora’s subconscious that Catra’s injury was from the fall, which is why she jumped to saying she watched it happen. It didn’t even occur to Adora that Catra’s paralysis could have come from something other than the fall until she was in bed like two days later and thought, oh fuck, there could have been something worse.

⦁ Sneaking onto the school roof is the exact kind of shit Catra and Adora would do together, but since she was going up there to have A Moment™️ about one of her deaths, Catra wanted to be alone. It felt like this dark secret that she was harboring and would ruin her life at any moment.

Interlude:

⦁ “It helps a lot even without her talking back or looking at me” yeah sometimes Entrapta is listening and sometimes she isn’t even aware Scorpia is there. Scorpia can unload her whole problem, talk herself through a solution, say “Thanks!”, and then only after she has marched herself out of the room will Entrapta realize she has left and throw a goodbye through the door, still not looking away from her screens. The first time Catra witnesses this she immediately gets a clear picture of the apartment dynamic.

⦁ Catra wouldn’t say her name because it was part of her paranoia over being hunted down somehow.

⦁ “Maybe Scorpia isn’t used to people not immediately loving her.” Yeah could not be further from the truth she was kind of bullied in school, that’s how she and Entrapta became friends, because they were both bad at social cues and stuck together.

⦁ Obviously, Entrapta didn’t mean anything by her questions. When you don’t realize other people would treat someone differently over something, it can seem like innocent curiosity to ask about it. She learned very quickly after meeting Catra that those kinds of things have limits, it just wasn’t something that had come up in her life before and she hadn’t inferred it.

Chapter 4:

⦁ Honestly Adora had to have Mara as family to support her because any less and she might not have made it to be at all together after everything she thought happened with Catra.

⦁ Catra does wear her arm brace in other scenarios — when she’s going to be doing physical activity, for instance, though she might opt for a sling instead/in addition — but as far as wearing it while in the apartment, sleeping like that is the only one. The difficulty of putting it on by herself — and the pain of getting help — are why she almost never uses it, even though it would work for some (but not all) of the things the sling works for, and be less obtrusive too. That’s why Adora being able to help with it later is so helpful.

Chapter 5:

⦁ The thing Adora knows that Catra doesn’t is that she’s absolutely going to break and come back home with her, even if the driving thing was more up in the air.

⦁ I went back and forth on the language to use around Catra’s ears, specifically whether to refer to them as a pair or only reference her single fully-functional one. Ultimately I decided that Catra’s internal dialog would still think of it as her ears pinning back even if only one moves (at all for small movements, or all the way for larger). She spent her entire life thinking of them as a pair, and she can’t feel one not reacting, she just doesn’t feel anything over there, so she defaults to how she used to consider them unless she’s like, looking in the mirror and can see only one move. When it comes to other people addressing them, they see just one ear reacting for the most part and tend to refer to them singularly.

Chapter 6:

⦁ Scorpia got Adora’s number at the same event that she told her about arm-hugs, mostly to puff herself up when she realized Adora could pet Catra, however carefully.

⦁ Scorpia’s pillow said “Not to spoil the ending, but everything is going to be ok” which just irritated Catra every time she saw it, so she hid it. She can’t throw it out because Scorpia’s moms are the ones who got it, but she can do her damnedest to never see it again. It mysteriously reappears when Scorpia is moving out so she can take the dumb thing with her.

⦁ Like every chapter I had a scene that I was like “this is the most fun to write, I love this so much” (which like… really awesome from a writing perspective!) and the cuddling scene was that one for this chapter. I thought it was going to be the phone call, but Adora’s determination to cuddle, her diagram, and Catra’s fluster were just so fun to work with.

Chapter 7:

⦁ Mara calls her loved ones dear because Razz always called her dearie.

⦁ Mara and Adora went all-in on the driving thing because they know Catra well and knows she needs an excuse, or at least an extra push, whenever it comes to emotional stuff like coming home.

⦁ Originally the phone calls were outlined to be one singular phone call, with Catra eventually getting comfortable enough to turn on the video as the call went on, but spreading it out made a little more sense. In the version where it was all one call, though, Catra admitted that she didn’t want them to see her face paralyzed and Adora asked Mara to tell Catra that she didn’t care about her ear. Another reason I cut it is because I decided Catra wasn’t self-conscious about that aspect of her injury.

⦁ Entrapta is thorough. There were two-three months there were she was tracking and timing just about every single thing Catra did inside the apartment. She had monitoring devices she didn’t realize her roommates would want to know about because it just seemed more effective to her than following Catra around all day. Her presence would have skewed the experiment. It’s creepy, but it all came from a place of love and wanting to build a better understanding of what could be effecting Catra’s situation.

⦁ The restraint it took for me to not make a joke about Entrapta knowing when Catra… “takes time for herself” was immense but I kept reminding myself it was a T fic.

⦁ “I was there two months ago” Ha, yeah, this is set in December and… The anniversary……. Adora needed to be home. Her moms are the only ones who can really comfort her when she’s like that.

⦁ Mara really wanted a kid, and Hope did too but less so, and she had a lot more Concerns about it. When they started looking into adoption and found a kid who was human (so Hope was confident they were informed on taking care of her) and had been an orphan for ten years, Mara couldn’t stand to leave her there. They hadn’t really been intending on getting an older kid (I mean, ten is not old, but in Hope’s head they were looking for a baby because typically you Acquire Child at babyhood so that must be how it works) but Adora being older was another thing that made Hope go okay, we can do this (she’s also, to be quite honest, not a fan of babies or very small children). What that meant in the end though was that Mara, in her older twenties, had much less of an age gap with Adora then would be typical. Hope is like six years older and so her age gap with Adora is less noticeably off.

I think it’s a faceblind thing, but I’m absolutely awful with ages. You could tell me Mara is supposed to be early 20s or late 30s and I would have no choice believe you. Regardless, I roughly place Mara somewhere around the 20-30 mark in the show and as having a more “big sister”-like relationship with Adora, so that’s how things got set up in this AU.

⦁ It’s “Bow’s” senior year because Glimmer is a year younger and Adora’s college education was kind of weird so she doesn’t really consider herself as having anything but a freshmen year. Maybe sophmore.

Chapter 8:

⦁ Catra has two bags while Adora has one for two reasons: 1) Adora still has some stuff at home and doesn’t need to bring as much, and 2) Catra’s second bag was mostly dedicated to her adaptive devices and hybrid shit since she knew she might need them for any stuff Adora wanted to do and she couldn’t borrow the shampoo already at the house.

⦁ Perfuma’s nature hike actually originated in this chapter and then I added it in to chapter 6 since I was far enough ahead in writing to do that. Before that the vibe was just “Well obviously Scorpia got Adora’s number from Perfuma at some point,” but this gave a more solid throughline on that. Their interaction at the nature hike is also what led to Scorpia starting to turn around on Adora until she tested her with the phone call.

⦁ The “look” that passed over Adora’s face when Catra joked that she didn’t remember getting tangled in the ribbon was her briefly worrying that Catra actually didn’t remember due to her supposed memory issues following the fall.

⦁ The school where Catra fell is loosely based on the random high school I took my SATs at, where it was actually four buildings with a courtyard and a quad between the buildings and various sports fields. Adora was walking on one of the paths circling one of the buildings when she saw Catra fall from the roof of another.

⦁ Adora mentions hospitals plural because she checked every single one it was even semi-plausible for Catra to be taken to, though there was only one that made sense since it was more than twenty minutes closer than the next one.

⦁ Adora has her childhood twin bed at home and at the apartment Catra has a double bed to give her enough room to comfortably position her arm without worry. It also helps when she does have a nightmare bad enough for her to move around, and when she’s having a day where her fear of falling is intense. She can tuck into the corner between the bed and the wall and know there’s no way she’s going over the edge.

⦁ This fic was supposed to be set nebulously in the fall until I had the Winterfest ideas and lined everything up to make it happen. It still worked out with it starting literally right after Catra’s birthday, but I went back and edited in a line referring to it later so it would build the time of year out better before it got to the Winterfest stuff. Of course, that only matters if you reread chapter 2 after I did it or started reading the fic later on, but it’s there for rereads, at least. It’s one of those unique things about fanfic and how you (typically) post it as you write it, which doesn’t allow for much in the way of second drafts. I really like that about fanfic because of how it forces you to work the limitation (and also I hate rewriting), but I always have more ideas while I’m writing so sometimes it can get in the way of something good.

⦁ The original title of this fic was “As Many Lives As It Takes (To Be With You Again)” but at some point between creating the document and posting the “Again” got dropped. This isn’t relevant to chapter 8, I just happened to notice it while typing the notes for it.

Chapter 9:

⦁ There was a lot more stuff about Catra learning to drive in this chapter initially, but I wasn’t happy with it and found I was skipping right past it when I was trying to reread/edit what was going on in the chapter, so for the final version I cut it. Some things though: Catra’s entire first day of driving didn’t even involve leaving park, it was mostly spent on figuring out how to manage her arm (in the end, putting it in the arm brace was the best way to keep it still and out of the way, even though that was difficult with Adora helping her instead of Entrapta) and stuff like hitting the turn signal with her pinky while turning the wheel. The first day where they actually drove in the street Adora came along — just for fun and not in case you have a panic attack, promise! — but was sworn to being silent in the backseat. That lasted until Mara said Catra was learning faster than Adora did.

⦁ Adora’s not a bad driver, she’s just an anxious one, partially due to Catra’s accident making her all too aware of the dangers. She spent high school watching Catra deal with her paralysis which supposedly came from the car accident, after all, so she tends to be a meek driver.

⦁ When Catra sees things she wasn’t able to IRL in her dreams, like when she sees parts of the incidents that she was actually dead/unconscious for… sometimes that’s accurate. And that’s all I’ll say.

⦁ The dent stuff… with the bumper… might or might not have been inspired by the movie Underdog……… It’s a very comedic origin for something that is so traumatic in the fic but like. I saw that movie as a kid and never forgot that part.

⦁ Entrapta 100% hacked the DMV and canceled someone else’s permit test so Catra could be fit in immediately, she just didn’t tell Catra that. Not that she’s hiding it, exactly, but volunteering that information? No.

⦁ Oh that phone call from Adora’s perspective. Adora basically didn’t know shit about what they did in the logs. She was horrified by what Catra described, but also a little confused, and maybe even put out. Catra had never told her even half the details it was clear Entrapta knew off the top of her head, and she made it sound like it was all very clear and she remembered every second of what she was awake for. Which, well, she did. Because her body was totally fine. Adora was ruffled by Entrapta’s “bedside manner”, and then she heard the hacking stuff which had her like, wait, what? because Catra had mentioned Entrapta was a professional white hat hacker before (sometimes. Sometimes black hat. Sometimes she does other stuff and invents a new programming language) but the whole “instantly pulling up results from the DMV thing” threw her. She was very attentive when Entrapta was running diagnostics and stuff because she didn’t know about things like Catra still being able to slightly twitch her fingers or shoulder sometimes.

⦁ Catra specifies not mocking Scorpia during romcoms because there is no way, ever, no matter what she owes, that she won’t make fun of the dumb romance movie stuff that happens, especially het nonsense when that applies.

⦁ Catra’s fosters did get her “Winterfest gifts” but they were things like clothes and school supplies she would need anyway, just maybe a little nicer or at least less generic than usual.

⦁ Time to talk about what everybody thought happened to Catra! Obviously, people at school decided Catra had died within the first few weeks. At that time, Adora decided Catra must be in a coma or suffering memory loss, maybe awake but not lucid. She thought Catra’s condition being unstable might be why no one would talk to her, but she told herself she couldn’t be dead because then they would just say that. The longer it went with everyone remaining tight-lipped, however, the worse things Adora began to believe. About a year in, she came to “accept” that Catra was dead — outright, or brain dead even if her body was still breathing. Mara and Hope also didn’t know why anyone would “cover up” what was supposedly a very public suicide, so they also believed Catra “survived,” but knowing how far she fell and how bad it must have been, they knew pretty much right away she was likely to be brain dead or not remember anything. They didn’t really ever say what they thought, though, mostly focusing on comforting Adora when she went through disaster scenarios and occasionally reluctantly admitting which they thought was most likely when she got too frantic to be calmed by anything but an answer. Each member of the trio had a different opinion (each of which was an option that everyone else had considered individually): Kyle believed Catra was severely injured and sent away to a rehab facility to recover and perhaps help her overcome her “suicidal tendencies” but was basically cut off from them by the system, Rogelio believed she was in a coma and if she ever woke suffered memory loss (explaining why she never contacted them), and Lonnie thought that she was straight up brain dead before they eventually pulled the plug. Catra’s foster parents, knowing she had run from the hospital, thought she was dead in a ditch somewhere and after a few months decided they were just never informed when she was found.

⦁ Yes it’s late for chestnut season. No I do not care. Chestnut season is a few weeks later in Etheria, okay.

⦁ Both Mara and Hope cook usually, but around holidays Mara takes charge and it’s family recipes 24/7. Mara probably would have baked a pie for the final day of Winterfest anyway, but it wouldn’t have been that one. That one is the most special.

Chapter 10:

⦁ Even if Catra didn’t need her hand for the VR game, Bow’s headset wouldn’t have fit over her ears. There are headsets that would work, just not the one Bow built. It wasn’t a concern for him at the time.

⦁ Glimmer is terrified of horror games for herself, but she seems to forget that literally every time and is always really excited to play, just remembering the adrenaline rush and thinking this time she’ll redeem herself and be totally cool and composed.

⦁ The horror game was going to be the latest Resident Evil DLC (for the Village? I think? Or like the sequel?) but then I was like damn. I don’t know if that’s in VR. But it was literally the only horror game I could think of at the moment despite liking (let’s plays) of them, so I kind of co-opted and mangled the mom-mannequin-dolls section of that.

⦁ The Star siblings were actually at the barbecue in my first draft but it made the scene too crowded when half the attendees already didn’t have speaking roles.

⦁ I kept trying to figure out where to fit in Adora’s school shit and it just never didn’t slow the scene down. I’m not sure it doesn’t here, either, but somewhere in the fic proper I wanted to mention why Adora and Catra never bumped into each other on campus. I had already decided Adora’s school worked out this way before I decided on Catra’s job, but that just made it relevant. Basically, Adora came to Bright Moon intending to get a four year degree and then go into nursing. Mara and Hope were supportive, but a little insistent she go to a four-year instead of a community college for nursing because then she could explore more. They just didn’t want her to fall too into the martyr shit without them there as a support system, but Adora thought they were lowkey hoping she’d change her mind and decide to become a doctor instead of “just” a nurse. Adora was roommates with Glimmer freshmen year and met a few of their eventual friend group there, which she always says made it all worth it, but university was a disaster for her. She would have rather drop dead from exhaustion than drop out, but that was looking increasingly likely as her mental health combined with ADHD to make her a disaster. Her grades weren’t good, she spent time crying in the study rooms at the library, it was a mess. Eventually Glimmer called Mara to make sure she knew just how bad it was for Adora since she knew by then she would play it down. They’d only been friends for a few months and she was definitely overstepping, but Adora’s moms made her talk it out and they decided she would transfer to Bright Moon’s community college, where she could take one less class a semester and graduate with what she needed after only three years of school overall. Adora still kind of felt like a failure, but Glimmer just happened to decide at the same time that the dorms were insufferable and hey, we know we make good roommates already, why don’t we get an apartment between our campuses together? And living with Glimmer meant seeing Bow a lot too, so Adora didn’t have to “lose” the two good friends she had made at uni so far when she left (something she was really worried about). Glimmer and Bow wouldn’t let her hide in a shame corner over “not being cut out for it” either so she still saw their other friends from campus and even made more via mutual friends, eventually ending up with their current friend group, the exceptions being the Star Siblings (from community college), Frosta (from across the streets), and Netossa/Spinnerella (from work, Adora met Netossa during the course of her med studies).

⦁ Adora spent like an hour agonizing over her outfit and asking Glimmer for help, insisting it was just because she wanted to look nice for her birthday and not because she was thinking of putting the moves on someone or wanted to impress them. She undid the top two buttons, and then Glimmer undid two more and called it perfect.

⦁ Hey, guess what, this chapter was supposed to cover twice as much as it did (shocker) and then they took too long making out (shocker) ¯_(ツ)_/¯ This is where I had to update the chapter count AGAIN and when I did that I went back and filled out the scene during the party, which was only written in summary until that point, because apparently I had the fucking room for it in that chapter since the real confession clearly wasn’t happening.

Chapter 11:

⦁ Entrapta is playing Monster Hunter in the first scene, because I’ve had single monster fights last 40 fucking minutes in that game before. I was actually going to make it vaguely be like, a Souls game or something, but then I was like no, Monster Hunter is more her speed, leading to the jokes about how long the fight is.

⦁ Catra’s arm pain is both psychological and magic. Obviously the mechanics of how it hurts without her having any feeling are magic, but the pain comes from her mental state. The more comfortable she is with someone’s touch and the more she trusts them, the less it hurts. It also ties to her general emotional turmoil, which is why it’s still bad when she remembers stressful things, when waking up from a nightmare, etc and why it caused her such pain that first moment Adora touched her.

⦁ Tapetum lucidum is the thing that makes cats eyes glow in the dark (among other creatures) when hit correctly with light. Melog’s was not being hit correctly with light. I refuse to explain Melog.

⦁ The start of Catra’s speech was once the start of the fic, but instead of her telling it to someone, it was just the narration (“It all starts when Catra is eleven and decides to run away to find Adora, but she doesn’t understand it until later. Actually, she never understands it, but the first death she could pretend was a fluke.”). When I had this idea, I started just kind of writing with the idea of well, let me do a few paragraphs on each death and see how I feel about that. I had a few false starts, and then I wrote that beginning bit of Catra’s speech, and then it cut to a new scene to talk about the car. That paragraph ended up being heavily edited down and used in the scene in chapter 9 where she talks about the nightmare. I decided to change direction on that because 1) it wasn’t good, 2) it was wallowing, and 3) I wasn’t actually intending to start the fic that way anyway, it was just so much in its infancy that I was testing some stuff out to see what the backstory was and where I wanted to take it. Because of that false start, though, I then had trouble tracking what had been revealed/implied throughout the fic when it came to the later-revealed deaths and their fallout.

Chapter 12:

⦁ Adora lowkey moved in on a temporary basis, she just needed to be around Catra very badly between the new couple and “died four times” things. She did end up going back to (mostly) sleeping at her place and Glimmer and Bow were very insistent on them spending time together too when she relaxed again.

⦁ I didn’t want to do anything above a T rating with this fic, really, but I did kind of want to make allusions to other ways disability can effect intimacy, hence the allusions to Catra needing toy assistance since her left hand just can’t manage it and her insecurities about “contributing” when it’s time.

⦁ Catra’s ability was so unbelievable and confusing that it wasn’t the kind of thing Adora could just instantly accept as fact and help her work through, so a “trailing” ending was necessary to show Adora coming to that place of total belief with time, and trying hard to support Catra while she did so. And of course I wanted them to get time being totally honest with each other. I had a lot of the ideas for the Scorpia stuff and such that I thought would just be in the “epilogue” part of the fic notes, but then I went no, you know what, this is Important to how I envision the end here, so I made it an actual part of the fic, similarly to how I did the third fic in the Greys/Waiting For My Spaceship To Come Back For Me series. Why am I mentioning that here? Because all of the epilogue stuff was supposed to be part of chapter 12 too and then of course that didn’t work out. And I had to update the chapter count. Again.

⦁ It was really important to me that Catra’s disability didn’t magically get better. The only thing that changed was it caused her less pain, and even that is person-dependent. Her muscle response gets slightly better — sometimes — but that isn’t enough to hold a pen or be useful. There are temporary disabilities, of course, but that wasn’t the kind I was trying to show here and a disability doesn’t have to “go away” to get a happy ending. Catra’s happy ending was finding peace and love despite the things that haunt her, and she can have all that while still being disabled, she can just get hugs from at least one person now. The original outline had a point where Catra began kneading with both hands while cuddling with Adora around when she told her the truth, but I decided that was too much of a miraculous recovery. Even the sudden squeezing of the ball was something I was iffy on, but that was truly a once-in-a-lifetime thing, so I kept it and portrayed it as such, editing the kneading thing down to just twitching, because I did think it was cute.

Chapter 13:

⦁ WAILMER PAIL

⦁ I know I’ve talked a lot about how this fic ballooned, but I haven’t had fun on a project like I did this one, and Hurricane Adora, and the other smaller fics I’ve done recently, in a long time. Let Me Ride too, to a lesser degree, but I haven’t really had a project just flow out and build like this in the last year. The big difference on those last two was I just… did what I wanted. Which I know sounds obvious, but I didn’t sit and try to plot out okay, what is the whole arc for this fic going to be, what do I need to get done to get there. I did that a decent amount of Let Me Ride, which is why it’s a halfway fic here (and look at that, written slower than the others), but for these two I went well, they’re short fics, I don’t need to worry about that stuff and I can just let loose. And then neither ended up anywhere near where I thought they would, and I had an absolute blast. It’s hard to describe, but I just had a lot of fun and felt very liberated with my fics recently. I think I was treating them too much like novels, if that makes sense, and honestly the word count speaks for itself. I wrote less in November AND December combined than I did in January alone (working on LMR + oneshots), and that’s half as much as I’ve written for March alone (February being closer to March’s word count). I had my 4th highest ever word count day (since I started recording them in 2021) on this project at over 8k (for those curious, my highest ever was 12k the day I pumped out most of MNoHL in one sitting). Anyway, it ran away from me, but I was more than happy to go along on the ride, even if the fic notes alone are 7k.

Adora Interludes:

So, this fic was entirely from Catra’s perspective. Which was for three reasons: 1) Adora’s POV has no place in the first two chapters so at that point I was pretty committed, 2) she’s the most interesting POV by far for this fic, and 3) I thought this fic would be short. I don’t normally do long fics from just one character’s perspective, and you’re about to see why, but I thought it was only going to be 20k which was a fine amount for one POV. The longest fic I’ve done from one perspective before this was ASDLM, depending how you want to count it, and even then I included five fucking interludes of Adora’s POV. I don’t usually use one character POV since I find it interesting to go back and forth, but also, it’s so hard to stick to one POV. The reunion happened and I wanted to write Adora talking to Glimbow that night! Catra has her panic attack and I want to write out what Adora is thinking! But it doesn’t fit with the fic. So sometimes I did it anyway. None of these were fully written and polished and were more just me tracking where Adora was at with the big stuff, but I wanted to at least talk about them a little and they didn’t fit anywhere else in the fic notes. I just played it out in my head, sometimes, but I ended up writing down some rough scene outlines with intersperses of actual writing for:

Adora telling Glimmer and Bow everything Catra told her the night after she leaves. Glimmer starts off a little unsure of if they should be mad at Catra or not for never telling Adora she was alive, but eventually she “accepts” it (though she remains cautious of Catra for a few weeks).

Adora’s next call with her therapist, dumping the story onto her and talking a little about the guilt thing.

I don’t think I ever wrote anything down for the convo Adora had with her parents where she told them the story, but I sure thought about it a fucking lot.

Adora having a conversation with Hope over the break, while Catra and Mara are out driving. I would go into more detail, but there was a line that was originally drafted in a previous scene with Adora and Catra that didn’t end up happening, and then I put it in this scene that also wasn’t “real,” so…. At this point I’m just fucking sharing it. Because why not. The scene will be up tomorrow as a fic extra and linked in the meta section. Note that it is a detailed outline and NOT real writing, but I like it and can’t imagine just deleting it once this fic is done, so I’ll just post it here for anyone interested.

Original Outline:

I talked so much shit about the chapter count for this fic and it came back to haunt me. Here’s the thing: my initial chapter count wasn’t that wrong, which I know sounds insane when it was only like 5, but the contents for the fic I was imagining then did take up about 5 chapters. The intro, getting to the party, reintroduction, getting to know each other again, and then getting comfortable and confession.

The first two of those went exactly as I pictured. While I was writing chapter 3, though, the reintroduction went on longer than I imagined just because there was a lot to cover to do it right and it ended up taking up an entire chapter. Around then I started getting so many more ideas for the story. Initially it was supposed to be like, a nightmare/death per chapter, but then I started thinking about Adora telling her parents, and Catra going back home to visit them, and around then was when I accepted the vision for the fic expanded and bumped it to eight-ish with the vision that the visit would take two of those chapters roughly and another chapter would be fitted in for more bonding/growing closer before the confession.

Then I sat down and actually started doing my, like, one sentence outlines for scenes ([phone convo with Mara, rejects facetime], [entrapta/netossa collab], etc) and realized ohhhhh god this is more than three additional chapters worth of material. And maybe I always suspected that, because when I added more chapter headings to the document, I bumped it up to ten rather than eight. I had a detailed outline up to chapter nine, and by the time I was actually writing that far I was like this is going to be fucking eleven chapters isn’t it… but I was still unsure where it was going to fall in the 10-12 range. The epilogue was, once again, an addition, though a necessary one in my opinion, but those ideas weren’t part of the 10-12 chapter estimate.

I didn’t really have a strong vision for how the end was going to go until I got there, so the only thing about the final part of the fic that is different from the “original outline” is the remote log during the visit home (initially that was supposed to happen in person on a night when Adora slept over after they got back, but that just made less sense) and how they ran into the trio. My very initial idea for that was them driving (Catra driving, Adora teaching her, probably later on in the trip when maybe it isn’t all on Mara) and they drive past the trio walking on the sidewalk of a neighborhood and Catra nearly has a panic attack. Adora steers her through parking on the side of the road (ahead of where the trio are walking) and Catra gets ahold of herself as Adora glances back through the back window to see the trio eyeing the car, because they just saw it park a little erratically, and then they realize Adora is in the car. They can just barely see eartips around the headrest for Catra but can’t make much out.

They then watch Adora get out, wave to them sheepishly, make a motion for them to stay where they are, and then she walks around to the street side and opens up the backseat to get out the sling. This was before I had thought about anything and realized the arm brace was probably the best call for driving. Adora then opens Catra’s door, helps her put on the sling while still sitting in the driver’s seat, and holds her hand to help pull her to her feet out of the car, finally letting them see her. This made the conversation more of Catra’s choice, but when I pictured the whole exchange on the sidewalk, I had no intention of it actually being part of the fic. At that point, I hadn’t even decided if the Winterfest stuff was going to be part of it. But once I started writing that stuff, I decided the trio had to be in it too and switched it around to a run-in that made a little more sense and actually furthered Catra’s progression.

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I had a plan for what fic was going to be next. Then another fic idea solidified and it was going to be that one. Then I had a new, but also returning, idea. What I’m saying is, I’m indecisive, but for the last month one AU in particular has been calling, and it’s honestly shocking I haven’t done it yet because I’m me and it's, well…

Up next is Superzero.

[waheelawhisperer]

oh, character ship ask, fun!

Margaret Nearl and Yang.

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BOTH OF THEM WITH ME HELLO

Margaret Nearl

NOTP: Nearl x Platinum. I fucking hate it. Platinum should not be allowed on the same floor of the landship as any member of the Nearl family. Every time one of my beloved mutuals reblogs NearlPlat or BlemiPlat content I have to take a deep breath and remind myself that my mutuals are my favorite people in the world and I need to accept them, flaws and all.

BROTP: Nearl x Saria. The Healing Defenders Who Are Actually Better At Beating The Crap Out Of People Sisters. They're also self-sacrificing idiots. So much to bond over.

OTP: Nearl x Doctor. At first this was just self-indulgence, but the more I think about it, the more I think it works as an actual pairing. Nearl Alter's talk lines in particular lay such a strong foundation of mutual trust and respect and regard that I think could easily blossom into romance and it's honestly one of the few Operator x Doctor As Character Within The Narrative Rather Than Player Avatar romances I'm sold on.

Second choice pairing: Nearl x Viviana Droste

Fluffy pairing: Nearl x Doctor, Nearl x Viviana Droste, Nearl x Nightingale. I know @norondor has heard me talk at length about how cute and sweet and fluffy Doc x Nearl is in particular. Honestly, it's super easy to imagine Nearl ships being fluffy because she's just such a kind, compassionate sweetheart.

Angsty pairing: Nearl x Doctor has so much angst potential, as does Nearl x Nightingale, Nearl x Shining, and Nearl x Nightingale x Shining.

Favorite poly ship: Nearl x Shining x Nightingale (with or without Viviana),

Weirdest pairing: Nearl x Siege. A queen needs a knight.

Yang Xiao Long

Oh God this is kind of tough because my answers for pre- and post-Volume 9 are very different, so I'll give answers for both.

NOTP: Whatever the hell Adam x Yang is called. No freaking thank you.

Enabler (Ruby x Yang) is also a huge vomit moment. Incest is not wincest.

Baked Alaska (Neo x Yang) also sucks ass because Neo is an unlikable little cunt who managed to be too horrible for me to have any interest in despite her cute design and sad backstory and I don't want her anywhere near characters I have positive feelings toward.

Post-Volume 9, Bumbleby (Blake x Yang) is rapidly progressing in this direction because I am not remotely satisfied with how the writers handled it.

BROTP: Freezerburn (Yang x Weiss). Love me some Freezerbros (though I actually like them more as a romance). I adore their aesthetic and dynamic and they get some really poignant scenes together.

Sunflowyr (Yang x Ren) comes in second place because I feel like they'd be good friends if the show ever bothered to show us that outside like one hug in Volume 6. They both rely more heavily on martial arts than their fellow protagonists, though they use different styles, and I think they could have a lot of fun sparring and learning from each other. Would love to see them incorporate aspects of each other's styles.

Dragonslayer (Yang x Jaune) is a good pre-Volume 9 BROTP because Yang has always been very supportive of Jaune (despite both a rocky first impression and the FNDM's attempts to paint her as a man-hating lesbian) and they got to showcase a cute dynamic in Volume 8 in particular.

Greek Fire (Yang x Pyrrha) is my last pick here because they're both talented fighters/athletes and would probably have lots of fun working out or sparring together. Also, Pyrrha's skillset incorporates some wrestling techniques, so they'd probably be able to teach each other some cool unarmed combat tricks.

OTP: Pre-Volume 9, it was Bumbleby, but what we got out of Volume 9 was frankly embarrassing, so now it's Freezerburn. Fuck you Eddy Yang and Weiss wouldn't get divorced they'd be one of the healthiest relationships in this fucking show and frankly probably healthier than the mess y'all made of your flagship sapphic romance lmao

Second choice pairing: Pre-Volume 9, Freezerburn, and then Dragonslayer. Post-Volume 9, I don't even fuckin know anymore because Bumbleby leaves a bad taste in my mouth, I can't ship Jaune with anyone after the shitshow that was He-Jaune, Master of the DILFiverse, and I'm left picking between pairings that are decent but not overly compelling. I guess the candidates are Greek Fire, Sunflowyr, and Nuclear Winter (Yang x Winter)? Just pick whichever one pisses off the most people, I guess. Gotta break the tie somehow.

Fluffy pairing: Pre-Volume 9, Dragonslayer. Two sweet, friendly human golden retrievers. They would be so soft and loving with each other, I just know it (also Jaune would get pegged as fuck). Post-Volume 9, I feel like Greek Fire would take it but I don't really think any of the Yang pairings I like at this point would really stand above the rest in terms of fluff.

Angsty pairing: The answer to this should be Bumbleby, but this show is too afraid to actually let them address their issues beyond a cursory conversation or two so none of the delicious opportunities for conflict and pain and growth and development ever come to pass. Instead they get forced to confess by a magic fucking thunderstorm, mention surface-level aspects of each other that they like and aren't even correct about them half the time, and then kiss in a field of flowers while everyone else is busy thinking about important shit like how to get home and defeat an immortal omnicidal witch goddess. I guess I'll give it to Sunflowyr because they had actual conflict in Volume 8.

Freezerburn has potential for plenty of angst too, but it comes from external sources. They'd be helping each other through it rather than hurting each other.

Greek Fire has angst opportunities post-Fall of Beacon, I guess?

Gauntlets and Greaves (Yang x Mercury) has a lot of angst potential too, but I don't like either the ship or Mercury, so whatever.

Favorite poly ship: Pre-Volume 9? Bee's Schnees (Blake x Yang x Weiss). It has all the benefits of Bumbleby, Freezerburn, and Monochrome (Blake x Weiss), which are all excellent ships, and the additional bonus of giving Weiss two hot tops who will plow her like a tractor. As she deserves.

Post-Volume 9 I guess it's still Bee's Schnees even though neither Yang nor Blake exist as characters at this point, but this is more because a) I can't think of any other poly Yang ships I particularly care for, especially at this stage of the series, and b) I really do adore Weiss and think she deserves to be stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. As a treat.

Weirdest pairing: Nuclear Winter. I'm not sure if the two have even directly interacted in the series outside of a scene or two in Volume 8, but they're both big sisters and self-sacrificing idiots who are hella ready to fight at a moment's notice, so that's gotta count for something, right?

[rockislandadultreads]

Picks for International Cat Day!

The Cat's Meow by Jonathan B. Losos

The domestic cat—your cat—has, from its evolutionary origins in Africa, been transformed in comparatively little time into one of the most successful and diverse species on the planet. Jonathan Losos, writing as both a scientist and a cat lover, explores how researchers today are unraveling the secrets of the cat, past and present, using all the tools of modern technology, from GPS tracking (you’d be amazed where those backyard cats roam) and genomics (what is your so-called Siamese cat . . . really?) to forensic archaeology. In addition to solving the mysteries of your cat's past, it gives us a cat's-eye view of today's habitats, including meeting wild cousins around the world whose habits your sweet house cat sometimes eerily parallels.

Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Clever, Curious, Caring Cat by Amy Newmark

The magic of cats! They keep us company, provide unconditional love, share in the ups and downs of our lives and make every day an adventure.

How do cats do it? They’re surprisingly clever, ever curious, and so caring about their human staff members. When we rescue them, they rescue us back. They brighten our days, act as our therapists, and become our best friends—without saying a word.

You’ll find yourself laughing a lot, tearing up at times, and nodding your head in recognition as you read these tales about the magical experience of sharing life with a cat. From hilarious to heroic, mischievous to miraculous, and everything in between, you’ll enjoy a wide variety of entertaining stories in these chapters:

• My Very Good, Very Bad Cat • Life Lessons from the Cat • Cat-astrophes • Miracles Happen • Cat Sense • Four-Legged Therapists • Who’s in Charge Here? • We Are Family • I Knead You

Sit in the Sun: And Other Lessons in the Spiritual Wisdom of Cats by Jon M. Sweeney

As a spiritual pilgrim for more than half a century, Jon Sweeney has practiced with teachers of many religious traditions. He's gone looking for wisdom, beauty, and truth wherever it can be found. But recently he's found himself learning closer to home--from the teacher-cats he lives with.

What he discovered is that our greatest spiritual teachers are at our feet. Literally. They are the cats we love and treasure. Nearly 60 million cats live in US households today. These feline teachers have much to offer us about living in the present, loving unconditionally, approaching life with a sense of playfulness, and trusting others, all the while being independent spirits.

Jon Sweeney, beloved scholar and author of The Pope's Cat and numerous books about Saint Francis, offers a beautifully illustrated, playful, gentle, informed meditation on the many spiritual truths and practices our feline companions provide if we but pause and pay attention.

Bake Me a Cat by Kim-Joy

Feline fans will love this collection of 50 a-miaow-zing cat-themed creations. Bake Me a Cat showcases the cutest bakes you will ever see, all celebrating our favorite pet. With brand new recipes for cakes, cookies, desserts, breads and more, it's the kitchen essential for every kitten-cuddler. Kim-Joy is an expert in creating gorgeous animal-themed bakes, and her adorable feline characters have a purrsonality all of their own. Catering for a range of skills levels, whether you fancy baking Tiger Buns, Meow Bao, Kit-tea Scones or a Happy Purrrrthday Cake, bring joy to your cooking and a smile to every cat-owner's face with Bake Me a Cat!.

[h00nerz]

15 questions !! tagged by @yeonjunszn

are you named after anyone?

technically daphne isn’t my Rea name it’s a pen name i chose like 4 years ago but as far as my real bake i was named after the daughter of one of my parents’ friends who died young

when was the last time you cried?

omg a few hours ago when i saw that soobin was crying at the comeback showcase

do you have any kids?

no 😍

do you use sarcasm?

yes and an excessive amount of it. it is bad how sarcastic i am.

what’s the first thing you notice about someone?

the way they act towards others i guess? i work as a receptionist so i get to meet lots of people, and i always take notice of how they talk to me and talk to others as well

what’s your eye color?

blue/green/grey it changes color

scary movies or happy endings? both?

happy endings ig? i don’t mind scary movies but i don’t watch a lot of them

any special talents?

umm i can recite the entirety of all too well ten minute version and i can whistle really good and i can tell you all the fnaf lore 😍😍

what are your hobbies?

writing, reading, listening to music, and playing video games (only the sims and minecraft)

where were you born?

western usa 💪

do you have any pets?

i have 2 dogs and 2 cats! we have a yorkie named rosco, and we have a mixed breed dog we don’t rly know what she is named rey (after star wars). our orange tabby is named hux (also after star wars bc he is orange), and our gray tabby is named gertie (short for gertrude, after jersey girl i think?)

what sports do you play/have played?

i did competitive dance for 6/7 years and that was it LOL i kind of wish i had done more

how tall are you?

5’6” 😍

favorite subject in school?

foreign language! in spanish i did spanish & now i’m doing japanese and i just love learning new languages it’s so cool, english is a close second tho

dream job?

i would either really like to be a teacher, elementary education is my major rn, but also doing journalism and getting to interview celebrities sounds rly cool too.

tagging @ttyunz @jakeshands @therealhyunjingf 💕💕

[anthonybialy]

Impoverished Wealth Gap

The chasm between rich and poor is growing like the economy isn’t.  Static people can’t move between strata, which offers blessed relief from the chaos of social mobility.  Calcification prevents the upheaval caused by customers buying and selling or earners getting ahead.  Isn’t stability a delight?

Problem solvers cause problems.  Class warfare warriors can’t even laugh at themselves.  A gap growing under those dedicated to narrowing it shows just how good they are at everything.  Victims are not as amused as hoped.  It turns out there’s no way to buy groceries with irony.  Acquiring a little money is pointless when bills are worth as much as leaves.

Democrats dedicated to eradicating it exacerbated it.  We’re way past the three examples needed for a trend.  It’s little wonder professional grifters are so suspicious of commerce when they ruin everything they attempt.  The baked-in presumption that entrepreneurs are also inept oafs who can only scheme as a result of an inability to generate anything valuable shows astounding closed-mindedness from the side that can’t stop preening about their own alleged tolerance.

Trying to create equality by making everyone equally poor isn’t as noble as framed by sanctimonious tweets.  Liberals can’t even tear down the rich properly.  Competitors with bribe money are positioned to exploit crooked refs.  The only people presently getting rich are those who already were.  We learned which side loves concentrating wealth.

Liberals getting everything they want should create a showcase home.  Instead, the neighborhood’s too dangerous to get to a dump that would need upgrades to become a crackhouse.

You can’t make it here or anywhere.  New York City is the epicenter of layered living.  The impossibly rich gobbling up floors in blandly soulless residential needles literally tower over the festering proles.  It’s such a lively town.  Oh, and Gem Spa closed.

Pretending that a system rigged to benefit those connected to power would help the unfortunate made The Time Machine nonfictional.  H.G. Wells would be disappointed to reach the present day and discover his dumb ideology was the cause.

Scientists are baffled why places that get everything liberals want turn to hellish.  There’s an awful lot of stealing in places where nobody has anything.  Of course, constant felonies could be the cause.  Frighteningly woeful Blue State cities create a chicken versus the egg situation where both foods are out of reach.  Aspiring to acquire is the only thing they consider to be a crime.  Government thieving began the unfortunate cycle.

Bossy types who have never been bosses simply can’t accept that people might have different incomes.  It seems awfully elitist to believe there are different ability levels.  Trying to drag down those who dare to succeed naturally makes their pet cause even more.  Joe Biden announcing he’s out to cure cancer will somehow make it spread worse than inflation paired with the Taliban.

There’s good news if Democrats wanted distinct income groupings to condemn.  So, that’s why they promote them.  There’s no way to wage class warfare if the wealthy disappear.  And who would be taxed into oblivion to fund federal nonsense?  The money reservoir will surely never evaporate, as acting like the rich have undeserved limitless cash reserves is at the heart of progressive policy.

You’ll never guess who the villains were all along.  This documentary sucks.  The belief that everyone has a shady side concealed in order to connive is the essence of psychological projection.  Democrats reinforce the precise sort of caste system they allegedly loathe.  They claim there’s no way to advance before doing everything they can to prove it.

Accusing others of what central meddlers dubiously achieve makes permanent envy like all their other sad beliefs.  The predictability only surprises them.  Everyone else braces to cope.  Gun crime thrives when liberals get their preferred control, the Legion of Doom struts around the globe after Democrats decide they’ll create peace by acting cool, and printing money makes it less valuable.  Beg them to knock off assistance.

Spreading poverty keeps Democrats in business.  Unfortunately, that means nobody else is.  Draining funds from the economy in order to save it hasn’t quite spurred universal prosperity.  But legal theft compensates for people not knowing what they need.

The model for all future wise presidents figures those who actually had the money won’t spend it correctly, which is why he never bothered to earn an honest buck.  Biden’s merely the most prominent example of his party who decided commandeering funds like Popeye Doyle taking a car to chase a suspect is necessary for public safety.

Making problems worse may as well be their goal.  Dropping napalm on trash fires gives Democrats something to do.  A constant stream of victims help rather meddlesome politicians have new voters to totally not bribe.  Those suffering should know they’re contributing.

Maybe bribes will convince the economy to purr.  Paying voters with funds seized by others is the opposite of commerce.  The only thing worse than handing out cash for favors is not being able to fund it themselves.  If they earned, they wouldn’t be Democrats.

Creating more penury helps the ruling party feel like they’re overflowing with compassion.  Heroes first need a bunch of victims.  Unfortunately for parasites, their prey doesn’t nearly have as much currency stashed in vaults as hoped.  Lousy redistribution pros are running out of wealth to not spread.

[romirola]

Headcanons for the Shaw Pack’s Creative Outlets

David: David is a pianist. He likes the piano because he thrives at the multitasking that pianists in particular deploy. All musicians multitask, but the piano demands a player to have their eyes on both clefs, plus foot pedals, if necessary. He loses himself while playing, so enamored with the music and the feelings that the music generates within him. He’ll play any genre, though he has a special place in his heart for classical. Typically, he prefers to play alone, but Angel is the exception and he’ll play his fingers to the bone as long as they keep humming and swaying to his music. 

Angel: Angel loves to photograph anything and everything. They always have their cameras with them. They take great pride in being able to document their life and the life they share with David and the rest of the pack while also putting an artistic flair that showcases the inner spirits of their loved ones. They are especially proud when they catch David smiling. 

Asher: Asher enjoys woodworking of any kind. He’ll make small knick knacks or large pieces of furniture for any of his fellow pack members. He’ll even develop intricate, original designs to match the tastes of the people for whom he crafts and burn them into their respective pieces. Asher always makes sure that whatever he builds is built to last. As an anniversary gift for Babe, he’s planning to make a gorgeous standing desk with special dates carved into the side. 

Babe: Babe writes. They write fiction, poetry, and even experiment with hybrid genres. They agonize over “finding the words,” as they say, for days. More than once, Asher catches them muttering to hear which sounds strike them, scratching them into notebook after notebook. For Valentine’s Day, they wrote Asher a series of poems that all detailed how much he means to them and how thankful they are to have him in their life. 

Milo: Milo sews and he is damn good at it. Marie taught him when he was a child so Milo would be equipped to do basic alterations or to fix any slight rips and tears. Milo took those skills even further and learned how to sew anything. After all, shifting does a number on clothing! Milo happily will fix any pack member’s clothing. He’ll add accents of color and style to enhance the clothing, too. He enjoys sewing because its a blend of demonstrating dexterity, a practical skill, and a means of creative expression. Anytime Sweetheart earns a commendation patch to add to their dress work uniform, Milo eagerly sews it to their shirt. 

Sweetheart: Sweetheart loves to paint! They enjoy painting all kinds of work. Some of their paintings are abstract, guided by the feelings they experience as they use their many magical abilities or their emotional responses to the stress their job causes them. Some of their paintings are more realistic, featuring items around their apartment, natural settings, and, of course, Aggro. Although they struggle with portraits, they are currently working on one featuring Milo as a birthday present. It features a headshot of Milo in his human form, wide grin and spark in his eyes beside Milo in his wolf form, majestic grey fur blowing in the wind as he howls. 

Darling: Darling bakes (when they are not pursuing bloodthirsty revenge on Quinn.) They bake often and they bake a lot. No recipe is safe from them. They’ll take on pies like nothing, casseroles all day long, and produce souffles easily. They love the rigid routine that baking provides them and the fact when they are done, they have a bunch of delicious treats. They used to bake alone, but lately, Sam hangs around in the kitchen and offers a helping hand. He’ll even encourage them to invite some of their pack mates over to grab some muffins or a loaf of zucchini bread. Just as Sam presumes, the pack members always stay to chat with Darling. As a reward for helping them be more social, Darling always makes sure to make a special batch of red-velvet cake infused with some of Sam’s donated blood allotment, so he can partake, too. 

Sam: Sam sculpts. He even has his own kiln. He loves to shape the clay into something completely new, watching the material go from useless lump to beautiful (often usable!) piece of art. It’s a difficult medium to master, but Sam’s patience serves him well. He aims to sculpt a vase for Darling so they will have a place (other than a drinking glass) for the flowers he brings them.

[thewritetofreespeech]

MC + Cursed Toddler-fied Boys

prompt: All the boys suffer the same fate as Satan by reading ‘The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’

Lucifer

You have to wonder why they kept so many cursed books around, just out like this. You would think, like any normal person, with this continuing to happen, that they would keep them locked up or something. But no. They just leave them out for anyone to find….

“I’m going to the meeting!” Lucifer yelled, stamping his foot. His face twist in a petulant frown. It would be rather adorable, if you hadn’t been arguing with him for the past 20 minutes

“Lucifer, we talked about this. You can’t go to the meeting. You need to stay here.”

“No! I wanna go to the meeting! It’s very important and everyone is counting on me!” His arms are wailing now as he stamped his foot more.

Of course, you couldn’t let him go to the first of the month meeting like this. His pride would be wounded beyond compare if anyone else saw him like this. But reasoning with him wasn’t working. You had to resort to more, unsavory tactic to win. “But the meeting was cancelled. Lord Diavolo called earlier to let me know.”

Lucifer stopped stamping his feet and waving his arms to look at you with a vacant expression you didn’t know he could muster. “Really?”

Gods help you. “Yes, really.”

He seemed to think about this for a moment before he beamed, “ok!” His mood instantly brightening. “I believe you, because [Y/N] would never lie to me.” ‘Forgive me Lucifer’ You think to yourself. “What are we gonna do instead then?”

“Why don’t we play a game instead to pass the time? Would you like that?”

“I know chess!” He exclaimed loudly. “Let’s play that.”

Of course, knowing and being good at it were two different things. In this state you were actually able to beat Lucifer several times. When he retuned to normal the day was ‘conveniently’ put away for sometime after.

Mammon

“Mammon. Please. I’ll just be gone for a minute.”

“Nooooooo!” Mammon wailed when you tried to get up again. Clinging to your waist tightly to keep you on the couch. “Onii-chan said you had to stay with me! Stay with me! Stay with me!”

After reading The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization, Mammon had, of course, reverted to the personality of a small child. His brother made fun of him, say ‘what’s the difference’, but Lucifer knew that this could be a disaster if he was set to wander free in this state across the Devildom. So he sat you to babysit him.

“Mammon, I promise I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get us some snacks for our movie.”

“Then let me come with you!” He whined, still clinging to you. In this state it seemed he had also taken on the personality of a baby duck. Imprinting on you and following you around everywhere you went in his room. He hadn’t left you alone for 5 seconds since he got this way. “I promise I’ll be good!”

“It’s not a question of you being good or bad Mammon-chan.” He liked to be called Mammon-chan right now. “It’s that you need to stay here. If someone sees you like this well…they could use it to tease you.”

“No…I don’t want to be teased anymore….” His voice was low, and sad. His bright eyes looking on the verge of tears, like kids do when they’re said, before he buried his face into your side. “Mammon-chan doesn’t want to be made fun of anymore. Mammon-chan also doesn’t want to be alone anymore.”

You sigh. Unable to argue with him when he was like this. Your hand lifted to pet his head, which he seemed to appreciate, before you text Satan to bring you some snacks. He was always reliable and would do it for you.

Once the affects of the book had worn off, Mammon denied any of this happening. The mere mention would cause his face to turn red and yell about how, “that didn’t happen!” You almost wish you had taken a video of it to show him. Guess you would just have to keep Mammon-chan forever in your heart.

Levi

You went to Levi’s room after class to check on him in his….condition.

Since he did remote learning a lot of the time, being an otaku, it was pretty easy to keep him away from people so they did see him in the current state he was in. Apparently as a toddler he didn’t like being around people either.

So, you had set him up comfortably in his room before heading to class. Promising to come back that afternoon to be with him.

“Levi! I’m back! How are you—what are you doing?!?!”

“Playing with my toys.” Levi replied, with an obvious expression, as a sea of toys stretch out in front of him where he laid on his belly on the floor.

Your brain stopped. Completely at a loss for words. Levi was going to kill you when he returned to normal, because toddler-Levi, left unattended, had unboxed nearly all of his figurines from their packaging. Some of which were incredibly rare, and unable to get anymore.

“I just…I mean…Why?? Why would you do this??”

“They’re my toys.” Levi replied with a pout. Sitting up. “I can do what I want with them. What’s the point in having neat toys if you aren’t going to play with them??”

He did have a point there. But adult-Levi was going to be so mad!

“Do you want to play with me?” The demon asked with a hopeful expression. “You can even be blue Ruri-chan.” The limited edition, color swap Ruri-chan from 1999. He was gonna blow a gasket!

“Yeah. Ok.” But then again, when were you ever going to be able to touch them again.

As expected, Levi totally lost it when he came to his senses. Of course, there was no one to blame but himself, in the end, so he just had to be upset and mope alone. Thankfully, none of them were broken or beyond just out of their originally packaging. He bought them all clear showcase boxes for his ‘ruined’ figurines. Some of them he could rebuy to replace; which seemed to make him happy to have two.

Satan

It had been hours since the affects of the book had taken ahold of Satan. You were starting to wonder if they would ever wear off.

Lucifer had left in search of another book, one that might help speed the process along, and left his younger brother in your care. Of course you were happy to help, but you were getting nervous you would never see the old Satan again.

“[Y/N]-chan?” You look up from your phone, waiting for Lucifer to text you back, to see the blonde demon looking timidly at you from around the corner. 

“What is it Satan?”

“Would you….read to me?” His hands holding out the small children’s book he had some how found in the piles of books covering his room.

You smile softly at him. Your heart warmed by his request. “Of course,” you tell him, and the demon scampered over to sit on the bed beside you. His long legs and body tucked neatly into you as he waited for you to tell him the story of a little lost chicken and it’s journey back home. “[Y/N] tells the best stories!”

After 3 stories, he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, Satan was back to normal. He doesn’t answer your questions on where the children’s books had come from, but you spot the red & gold spines on his book shelves sometimes.

Asmo

There was no denying that Asmo was fascinated by art and all things beautiful. He went on and on about it any chance he got. So you shouldn’t have really been surprised when his toddlerfied self just wanted to draw all day.

“Look, look [Y/N]-chan! I finished another one!”

“That’s great Asmo.” You praise. Just like you had done with all the other ones he had handed to you. “Wow! This is really great! Is that a….chicken?”

“No, silly! That’s the white horse for our carriage when we get married!” The demon beamed, then shuffled over on his knees to instruct you on his picture properly. “That’s you, and that’s me. That’s the princess carriage that’s going to ride us off into the sunset. That’s Solomon and Simeon throwing flowers at us. That’s my brothers crying because I got to marry [Y/N]-chan and they didn’t.”

“You certainly seem to have all the parts here.” You praise. Giggling at his enthusiasm and picture.

“I want to have a perfect picture of when we get married. Because I love [Y/N]-chan! And we’re gonna get married and live happily ever after.” He replied, with certainty, with a smile.

“Well, I’ll be glad for that. Why don’t you draw me our perfect house for after we get married?” Asmo scampered off and did just that.

When Asmo came to, and back to his normal self, he took all the pictures he had drawn and framed them. Forcing his brothers and Solomon to take a tour of his mini-art gallery. The piece ‘Marriage of Two Bonded Souls’ was met with some controversy.

Beel

Beel, in his younger days, seemed to have boundless energy. Or you at least had to assume he did, because ever since he had read that stupid book he had been running around.

Lucifer had told you to take him outside. Irritated at hearing his large feet clump around the house, but trying not to show it since it wasn’t his fault. He even let you both take Cerberus outside to help run Beel out. It would be good for the pup too. Get some exercise, he said.

That had been sometime ago, and it seemed baby-Beel and Cerberus were an even match in energy. They had been running around, chasing each other, and play fighting in the back yard all afternoon. You were tired just watching them.

“Beel! Do you want to come in? I think it’s time for a break.”

Both Beel and Cerberus pop their heads up, in a comical and adorable unison head tilt, before jogging over to you. “Break time means snack time right?!”

You chuckle a little. Somethings never changed. “I brought some apple slices & peanut butter for you, for now. We can get you something bigger when we go inside.”

Beel grinned and sat in the grass with the container. “I like apple slices!”

“You do hn?” You don’t think you’ve seen Beel eat an actual fruit on its own. It was usually attached to, baked in, or covered in something, to get him to eat it.

“Yep! They’re crunchy and sweet. Just like you! Though, I guess you aren’t crunchy. Do you want one of my apple slices [Y/N]?”

You blush a little at Beel’s bright, unwavering expression. How could he look so innocent while still looking like that?

He finished his apple slices, minus one, before asking if he could go play again. You let him, but then all of a sudden he spotted playing with Cerberus and stood straight up. Seeming confused on how he got out here and what was going on. “Did I eat an apple? I haven’t had one since….do you think we have more in the kitchen?”

Belphie

It was honestly hard to tell if Belphie was under the spell of the forbidden book or not. He’d been asleep for most of the time; which was not uncommon for him. Then he would wake up and whine a little about something; again, not uncommon for him. Then he would take another nap.

You had figure out that he was still under it’s spell by the requests he was making when he woke up. Juice boxes. More plushies. His ‘blankie’. Eventually it would run its course though, and Belphie would be back to his own sleepy eyed, grown up self. “[Y/N]?”

You walk over to the bed when the demon called your name. The boy half sitting up, but still tucked under his covers. “What is it Belphie?”

“I can’t sleep.” He stated. Which seemed ridiculous since he had been sleeping most of the day. “I miss Lilli. And Be-be. Can you sleep with me?”

You blink at little at the request. You supposed it made since. Kids often wanted someone to sleep with them, so they didn’t have bad dreams or could keep them safe. Maybe that’s why he had been sleeping so much. Because he hadn’t been sleeping well, just sleep.

“Sure Belphie. I’ll lay down with you.” The demon smiled softly, sleepy, before he scooted over to give you some space to lay next to him.

He slept for a while this last time. Clinging onto you in his sleep, with a soft smile on his face. When he woke up, it seemed he was back to normal. “Gosh [Y/N]. If you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to trick me with that lame book.”

[appleflavoredkitkats]

Analysis of the “Fundy’s Mind” Stream: A Showcase of Repressed Memories and Repressed Insecurities

i. INTRODUCTION

Hi! This is going to be… something. Funny how I focus on this rather than my research homework, but I have a MASSIVE Fundy brain rot right now and I’d love to share my thoughts on Fundy’s newest stream. Fair warning, I am not the Messiah, so don’t take everything as fact. I’m open to constructive and objective discussions in replies or in DM’s, so feel free to hmu!

All of this is /dsmp and /rp by the way!

Heavy trigger warnings for derealization, parental neglect, neglect in general, self-deprecation, self-neglect, low self-esteem, death, manipulation, abandonment, loneliness, trust issues, torture mention, blood mention, and broken friendships.

Word Count: Approximately 10k.

ii. PRE-LIVESTREAM ASPECTS

Before we begin deep diving into the mind of Fundy, I do want to emphasize two major themes of this stream: 1.) Fundy’s insecurities, especially when it comes to abandonment and trust, and 2.) Fundy’s future predicting abilities. A ton (but not all) of statements uttered by the books and Fundy himself tend to have double meanings that apply to both of these themes. 

We can further discuss the future predicting powers later, but to give a little background on Fundy’s insecurities: Fundy is notorious for heavily depending his self-worth on the recognition other people give him. Despite his immaturity, a lot of Fundy’s character is rooted in being heavily underestimated. This could be observed during the Pet Wars when his safety was constantly being threatened by Sapnap, inevitably making him lose a duel against him. Another way we can see this is through Wilbur’s early treatment of Fundy where he constantly infantilized him because Wilbur believed Fundy was a child incapable of being independent. This caused Fundy to appeal a lot to any type of compliment from any person- it began with Quackity ensuring him that he will gift him a lot of cookies if he votes SWAG2020, then to Schlatt complimenting him to the point that Fundy almost gave up on spying and siding with Pogtopia, then to the Butcher Army where he unhesitantly followed Tubbo and Quackity’s lead no matter how many times they made fun of him. While he revels in any type of recognition given, oftentimes, those who seem to care for Fundy tend to leave after he grows attached to them; first with Wilbur, then Niki, then Schlatt, then Eret and Phil, then Tubbo, Ranboo, and Quackity. In the Dream SMP, Fundy is very lonely and has dealt with abandonment issues left and right, but typically, he never does anything with his loneliness, as the last time he lashed out against someone who left him, nothing positive really came out of it (this is when he got mad at Ghostbur). 

(Everything else is under the cut! I worked so hard on this, so please read it if you can, it’d mean a lot!)

So, with all that laid out, I want you to keep this all in mind as it is important for understanding why Fundy feels the way he does in the stream.

Now, let’s begin the analysis. First off, I believe it is important to denote the title and the tags of the stream. The stream is titled “Fundy’s Mind”, so we have to denote that this isn’t merely a dream sequence- the stream is meant to explore the complexity of Fundy’s mind. This includes his thoughts, insecurities, repressed memories, and so on and so forth. Additionally, the stream is tagged “Permadeath”, something different from what Fundy typically tags his streams. There is no clear explanation as to what this could mean, but the possibilities are:

It is hinting that the death system in the Dream SMP could be rigged, and someone is messing with the semantics of death and how it works.

It is hinting that someone will face a permanent death, and most fingers are pointed at Fundy as this is his stream. If not a permanent death, he might at least lose one of his canon lives which was hinted later on in the stream (will discuss later).

It is hinting that he was killed by the end of the dream. Not really a solid theory as we don’t actually know the repercussions of killing someone who is actively dreaming, but it is a possibility.

iii. PROLOGUE

A thing to question at the beginning of the stream is if the entire introduction was part of the dream or not. Seeing how Fundy has the same inventory from this to the next scene, it is plausible, but I don’t think it provides anything if it were a dream. 

Anyway, other things to denote are Fundy’s hotbar! First noticeable thing would be the 38 baked potatoes. The website angelnumber.org explains that 38 means:

“The combination of these two numbers makes the number 38 a number which signifies joy and optimism, courage, finding creative ways to materialize abundance, reality, etc.

The essence of the number 38 in numerology are different kind of relationships, such as romantic ones, business partnerships, teamwork, cooperation, diplomacy, etc.

Number 38 people have a talent for dealing with people in a caring and creative way. They are born team-workers. They need interaction with other people to fully enjoy their lives. They are usually optimistic and have a gift of inspiring others to action.”

So far, the number 38 is viewed to be positive. It signifies financial success and cooperativeness, which is interesting if Fundy’s future arc potentially ties to working with Quackity. To further add onto symbolisms regarding success, dreamastromeanings.com says the following:

“If you dreamed of baking or roasting potatoes, that dream is a good sign. It usually indicates your finances increasing over time.

Possibly you have made some investments and now you are beginning to reap the fruits of your efforts and risky activities.”

or,

“If you dreamed of holding a potato in your hand, that dream is a bit of a warning. You might soon receive some lucrative opportunity, possibly work related.

It is advisable to think fast and accept it because you might not get a second chance.

It could also indicate that you are a bit lazy when it comes to taking chances and missing opportunities because of that.”

Both explanations refer to business opportunities and possible investments. If we combine both the explanation for the number 38 and carrying potatoes, we can assume that Fundy will be receiving a business opportunity that would be too good to miss. These explanations also imply that nothing too negative would occur, but instead, Fundy can achieve success through this business opportunity. The only arcs in the Dream SMP which I think could provide a business opportunity would either be 1.) a new warden at the prison, 2.) new member at Snowchester (low odds), but the most likely occurrence would be 3.) Quackity offers him a position at Las Nevadas. With the Quackity smiley face at the end of Fundy’s stream, we can safely believe that the job opportunity at Las Nevadas would be the most likely occurrence.

Another explanation for this is that because the 38 potatoes were brought from the seemingly real world, it could possibly pertain to something that had already happened in the past. This could possibly allude to L’Manberg, especially when the explanations behind 38 potatoes are presented to be more positive, something the current Las Nevadas arc isn’t.

Second thing to notice about the hotbar: Fundy is currently at level 5, with his EXP bar 1/18 filled. To reach level 5, one has to gain 55 EXP, and to reach level 6, one would need to gain an extra 17 EXP. If the bar is merely 1/18 filled, 1/18 of 17 would be 0.94, which when rounded off, is 1. Add 1 to the extra 55, and we would approximately get 56 EXP. The website angelnumber.org says the following:

“The number 56 symbolizes teamwork, coexistence, family, relationships, adventure and expression of freedom.

Number 56 people have diverse interests, some of which they have an in-depth knowledge of and some just general understanding.

They try different approaches in relationships, trying to keep them alive. If everything they’ve tried fails, they simply walk to another relationship.”

This could mean a lot of things. The second sentence could imply that Fundy doesn’t fully comprehend the complexity of his mind. Some parts, he may understand, some, he does not at all. This could imply that there are also more secrets hiding in his mind that we couldn’t get to see. The third sentence is more interesting as Fundy’s entire character arc involves him and his broken relationships with other people. It’s a quite accurate description of Fundy, describing how he desperately tries anything to make a relationship work, and if it fails, he could easily befriend other people even if there is a possibility that that relationship would fail like the previous. 

If we ignore the number of EXP, we can merely focus on the number 5, which means the following:

“When angels are sending you number 5, they want to encourage you to have hope and to be ready to accept all the changes that are coming. Also, if number 5 has appeared just at the moment when you have been thinking about something important in your life, this number could be the answer or the solution for your problems. You should pay attention to number 5 and think of its secret meanings.

If number 5 keeps appearing by your side, it means that changes are already happening in your life. If they have not happened yet, don’t worry. They are on the way and you will feel them in the next couple of days or weeks.”

This can be connected to both the EXP number and the stream as a whole as Fundy begins to accept the gravity of his abandonment issues instead of suppressing his negative feelings towards it. Throughout the stream, Fundy is shown rejecting the idea that he is being neglected by others, but by the second half of the stream, he rejects it less and less. This could be the change the explanation is referring to as Fundy realizing his negative feelings towards his abandonment issues are valid and he needs to take them more seriously rather than brushing them aside. 

With number symbolisms finally aside, we can begin analyzing the actual sequences! Fundy is seen to be approaching his “Not A Secret” Base with a sigh, asking chat if they can go to sleep so that he can go to sleep too. Fundy immediately doubts the possibility of the others in the server following through his request until Ranboo responds with a simple “okay” while Niki responds with “yiss, am asleep”. Fundy quickly flashes the members list on the screen, showing us that only Niki and Ranboo are online on the server before he showcases his new bed, claiming that he likes it.

Two interesting notes about this: 1.) he decides to sleep, which is odd enough in the Dream SMP, and 2.) him having three new beds despite only using one of them. For the first point, I’d like to refer you to what Fundy said at around 26:08:

“I just gotta sleep and then, it’s gonna disappear! And then everyone is gonna appear out of a bush and they’re gonna be ‘Surprise!’, and I’m gonna be like, ‘You guys…! You’re always pranking me, you’ve always been there for me. Every single time… except sometimes… when I needed you the most.’ I just go to bed, I just go to bed, and none of this ever happened.”

While I understand that he is referring to the dream, I also believe that this statement would be one of those types I mentioned earlier that may have a double meaning. While “I just go to bed,” could refer to him wanting to sleep and wake up from this horrific dream, it could also refer to how he easily shuts down to his abandonment issues and goes to bed instead of handling it head first. Knowing this, him going to bed in the first scene could imply that he is in this type of  abandonment predicament, especially when we connect it to the second point. The color orange is meant to represent joy and warmth, and even without the symbolism, we all know orange is Fundy’s favorite color. He sees these three beds and says that he likes them, but I can’t help but feel like the other two beds are meant for two other people. I don’t think Niki and Ranboo being the only other two people on the server is coincidental; they have to relate to the two extra beds in some way.

Niki and Ranboo are two prime examples of close friends Fundy had before breaking off after a misunderstanding. Niki fought with Fundy after he had to burn the flag she made in order to gain Schlatt’s trust, while Fundy fought with Ranboo after Doomsday when they had conflicting beliefs about neutrality and sides. After both incidents, Fundy never really made his way to apologize, but Fundy has awkwardly met up with these two after a certain point. With Niki, he was forced to team with her at the beginning of the November 16th War, joking around with her and Eret, while for Ranboo, Fundy had to talk to him and Philza when they were joking around in the SMP. The meet ups definitely relieved some tension, but it never fully resolved the conflict Fundy had with both characters, so there was never a chance for him to rekindle the close bonds he had with both Ranboo and Niki in the past.

Fundy going to his favorite beds with two extra spots next to him could represent how he does cherish the friendships he shared with Niki and Ranboo, but never has the guts to actually bring back things the way that they were before. So, instead, Fundy sleeps, not wanting to think about them any further.

iv. FIRST DAY

When he wakes, Fundy checks his inventory before exiting his base, saying “Uhm, I don’t actually-” until he cuts himself off once he spots the desert. I don’t actually know what Fundy was supposed to say here, but because he checked his inventory beforehand, I believe he was trying to say “I don’t actually know where my things are,” but I could be wrong. To be fair, this isn’t too important, so we don’t have to focus on that. What we can focus on is the misplaced desert that was obviously not there before Fundy slept. We can easily infer what deserts could symbolize in dreams, especially when it comes to loneliness and the feeling of being deserted, but for better insight, consider what dreamstop.com claims about deserts:

“A dream of a desert is about something that is devoid of any feelings or care for you. It is all about them and nothing about you. Does someone show you a lack of respect? Is there someone or something in your life you dislike and adds no meaning to your life? Do you feel invisible? That no-one cares about you? Deserts represent an empty, barren place you may be trying to fill.

Desert dreams may appear when a relationship or friendship breaks down, or when you feel totally alone. You may have moved recently and have not yet made friends. You may feel homesick for all you left behind.

Being lost in a desert refers to your feelings that a situation is hopeless. You may have a problem you feel no-one cares about, even though you tried to reach out. You may feel there was no support and are feeling hurt and alone.”

You don’t need much analyzing to connect these meanings to what Fundy is experiencing. The setting of a “desert” merely pads the idea of Fundy being incredibly lonely to the point of him believing that he has nothing left to lose. Back in Doomsday, he was an optimistic nihilist, claiming that he doesn’t care much about what occurs from this point onwards as long as he can have a little bit of fun. On the stream where he created the Cube, he claimed that most people hated him anyway, so the least he could do was to make himself so hateable so other people could unite together in their hatred of Fundy even if it meant Fundy would have no companions left. Let it be known: Fundy is incredibly, incredibly lonely, and he is miserable in his loneliness, especially when his self-worth depends on how much people recognize him.

Another thing this desert could be eluding to would be Las Nevadas as it is set in the desert. I do think the desert’s main purpose is to showcase Fundy’s loneliness, but the connection to Las Nevadas is plausible.

Additionally, the dark skies Fundy sees doesn’t really need much of an explanation either. I couldn’t find a website exactly defining what it means to find a dark sky, but most of them speak of it as a negative thing, often symbolizing something terrible to come. I don’t think I need to explain that part, so we’re moving on.

Fundy is, understandably, very confused about this entire predicament. He quickly moves around his base to figure out what is going on, even messaging in chat to see if anyone would respond. Climbing up the ladders, he stands atop his base, spotting the silhouette of the Camarvan from afar. He continues to be confused, claiming he has no idea why he’s here in the first place. He claims he is “freaking out”, continuing to ask questions about where he is, and why the sky turns dark. He denotes that he isn’t at least completely alone as bunnies swarm around the desert. He begins to follow this sandstone path, every few blocks or so passing a fence with a torch stood atop it.

Here, we can infer that Fundy seems to have never seen this place before, or has no recollection of it entirely. Fundy doesn’t seem to be immensely freaked out just yet, especially since he hasn’t asked any questions about how no one is there, mostly focusing on his location and asking what the place is about.

Fundy then asks why the van is here, then zooms in on the nametags he sees at the back of the van. It is notable that something nametagged “Fundy” is shorter than another thing that is nametagged “WilburSoot”. Fundy tries to reach out for them but is unable to enter the van.

We can easily infer that this scene was meant to represent Fundy’s childhood in L’Manberg when he was being taken care of by Wilbur. Despite the lack of silhouettes, we can easily determine that Fundy is young in this scene because of how his nametag is in a much lower position next to Wilbur's, implying that whoever owns that nametag is much shorter. We can denote that by the beginning of the L’Manbergian Revolutionary War, Fundy was, in fact, a child. 

Another question some of you might ask: why is the Camarvan here in the first place? While I believe it could be representative of the part of Fundy’s mind that tackles past memories, I do think it also serves another purpose which I will explain later.

Moving on to the next scenes, Fundy continues following the sandstone path while typing in chat, asking if anyone was actually there. He gets confused by the path for a moment, wanting to go to the ominous building, before realizing that the path does connect to the building, it just swerves a little to the left.

It is notable that when Fundy cried out for help, he doesn’t call for a name in specific-  he calls out for ANYONE. The fact that he is calling out for “anyone” could denote that he doesn’t have any close friends or family members he would want to specifically call out for. 

Continuing on, Fundy follows the path to the building, still very immensely confused about where he is. Opening the door, he sees that the inside descends into an underground room with its flooring made out of chiseled quartz blocks. Fundy gets scared at first, immediately closing the door, looking back in, and going back out once more.

Fundy denotes that there is absolutely nothing out here as he walks around the building. He then gains the courage to descend the staircase, wondering what it is, and at the bottom, there are a lot of misplaced sandstone blocks with small lights illuminating at certain corners. The path leads to the left, showing 10 pieces of red carpet on the floor, and 8 pieces of yellow carpet on the table. He approaches the wooden table before looking to his right, spotting a skull on the floor next to a piece of redstone, which I believe is meant to resemble blood.

I don’t think we really need to research a skull to check what it might represent, but my theory so far as to what the skulls mean in each building would be that it’s meant to represent Fundy losing a canon life. I don’t know if this was intentional, but the corner room where the skull is somewhat reminds me of the Final Control Room with the redstone in the middle representing the button. That is, after all, where Fundy lost his first canon life. 

One of the theories I subscribe to is that the skulls in these buildings are meant to foreshadow Fundy’s death before he ever reaches it. Earlier in the day, we saw Fundy pass by the Camarvan with a younger Fundy which could possibly imply that they haven’t gotten to Eret’s betrayal yet, but the skull creeping up at the corner could represent that it is, in fact, coming. How this ties in to the entire future predicting thing, I will explain later, but for now, keep an eye out on the skulls.

Terrified of the skull, Fundy opens the chest and hesitantly picks up the book and quill inside of it. He opens it and is introduced to another Fundy writing to himself. Other Fundy claims that they’re not exactly the same person, but this Fundy is a part of the real Fundy. Other Fundy claims that Fundy cannot trust this place as it is not real, then begins saying that Fundy himself is not real repeatedly. Fundy’s heart rate suddenly increases when he sees the words “wake up” appear slowly in the book, and after page 34 is shown, Fundy wakes up to a new day in the dream world. 

First thing to denote is that the book has 87 pages, and 87, according to affinitynumerology.com means as follows:

“The numerology number 87 is a number of family, organization, and prosperity.

It's also a number of harmony and idealism, the ideal generally related to a harmonious and prosperous family relationship.

87 has parental instincts. It assumes responsibility for the welfare of others it considers to be family.”

The explanation implies that Fundy longs for family and cares deeply for those who he considers as his family. As much as he hated Wilbur after he died, Fundy still continuously expressed how much he needed Wilbur to be there. He is absolutely attached to anyone who poses as a possible family member, especially to those who he views as parents or guardians. Even outside of Wilbur, he is still practically attached to Phil, even if Phil refuses to consider Fundy as family. Fundy also got immensely angered by Eret when she didn’t show up to sign his adoption papers. I’d even say his attachment to family would even reach people like Sally and Schlatt. Fundy has a tendency of casually talking about Sally, and whenever a character talks about eating salmon, Fundy becomes deeply offended. For Schlatt, Fundy kept Schlatt’s netherite sword after he died, considering it to be an “heirloom”, something that only gets passed down onto different generations of the same family. Fundy is incredibly attached to the sword, and whenever he loses it, he’s absolutely desperate to get it back. As much as Fundy gets abandoned, he still deeply appreciates a lot of his family.

87 is also very reminiscent of one of the books in the Inbetween. A lot of the phrasing in the books are actually quite similar to the Inbetween, but we aren’t sure if Fundy and the Inbetween are directly affecting each other or if these places merely work in similar ways. The main similarity between Fundy and the Inbetween is that it involves something related to time travelling, so the similarities could be pointing towards that rather than imply that Fundy is directly affecting the Inbetween all together.

Secondly, the book stops at Page 34. The website angelnumbers.org express the following:

"Most likely you are leaving your projects unfinished because of fear for their destiny after you finish them.

Will they be rejected or accepted by others?

Because you would rather not find out that and possibly have your ego hurt, you consciously or subconsciously sabotage your work and leave things unfinished.

When this number starts appearing in your life frequently, it is a reminder to acknowledge you have a problem and start dealing with it.”

This is very reminiscent of the paragraph I made earlier discussing Fundy’s relationship with Ranboo and Niki- and this could honestly apply to any other relationships Fundy has as well. Besides Fundy’s relationships, this explanation could apply to Fundy’s hesitance of finding out the truth of his mind. Earlier on in the streams, Fundy is immensely confused about the dream, not wanting to discover its truths at all. This eventually changes on the third day, but we’ll discuss that in a bit.

Another thing I’d like to discuss would be the identity of the book authors and why they wrote the books the way they did. I’ll explain about this more in-depth later, but I do believe that another Fundy is, indeed, writing these books. As this was set in Fundy’s mind, it’s quite impossible for anyone who isn’t Fundy to be meddling with the books. What we can denote, though, is the reason as to why these books were created in the first place. The book itself seems to be harmless at first, quite inviting towards Fundy in the first few pages, but once it had to introduce what this world is, it seemed to hesitate. There were a couple of disjointed pages, as well as blank pages, before it began claiming the world wasn’t real, and that Fundy wasn’t real. It turned a complete 180, which seemed to be very odd to me. In past events of the Dream SMP, derealizing statements like this tend to be tricks of the mind, but these statements seem to be intentionally put there by those who wrote the book, especially since later on, we see another book completely give up on saying these triggering statements, saying that “It’s not going to work.” (32:05). 

What this implies is that whoever placed these statements are attempting to scare Fundy in some way, possibly heightening his insecurities and terror so that he can be truly terrified of the place. The constant statements of “you are not real” may not only refer to the Other Fundy trying to make Fundy spiral downwards in derealization, but it might actually represent how neglected Fundy feels to the point of feeling invisible, to the point of feeling that he “isn’t real”. But why is this Other Fundy trying to scare Fundy, and who, specifically, is the person behind the writings, you might ask? This question will be answered later on when we go more in-depth with the other books, as the bigger picture is very much needed instead of explaining it all by the first book.

v. SECOND DAY

Fundy wakes up in his base once more, evidently confused. We don’t really know why he wakes up in his base, and why the world changes every time he wakes up, but let’s just say this is all part of his dream to make sense out of it. This time, he sounds more broken, and definitely more unhinged. He calls out for any other member in the chat, telling them that whatever they’re doing is not funny. This is the first we see of Fundy believing that the others may actually just have been pulling a prank on him. He opens his chests frantically before venturing outside once more. He claims that he doesn’t believe the book, saying that this dream sequence feels pretty real to him. 

This time, Fundy puts a bigger emphasis on asking why he is alone, and why nobody seems to be here with him. Fundy seems to be more shaken up by the idea that he’s alone over the idea that he does not know anything about where he is at all. He approaches the van, and when he zooms in, he sees that Wilbur’s nametag disappeared. 

Transcript of this following scene:

“I knew you were there. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no- you can’t fool me! No, I knew you were there Wil. You were there, right there! Where did you go? Are you being- he’s being funny. This is funny! This is great. Aw, this is amazing- it’s just a prank! It’s April Fools soon- that’s why! Oh, I’m just being pranked… right?”

Now, this was… sad. This is one of the other statements that could have a double meaning. Fundy insisting that Wilbur is supposed to be there could not only be him comparing this day to the previous, but it could also imply his true feelings towards Wilbur, especially since he’s disappeared for a good portion of Fundy’s life. Fundy believes Wilbur is supposed to be there for him, but the reality is that he wasn’t. Instead of facing reality, Fundy concludes that all of this was a harmless joke instead of believing that Wilbur might have possibly left him.

Fundy attempts to enter the van once more, but his attempt doesn’t work. He then follows the path on the side directing to the ominous building only for him to realize that it has gotten closer.

The building getting closer to the main base actually has a lot of symbolism behind it. The building itself stores a lot of secrets, especially when it comes to the truths about this world and the different insecurities Fundy has repressed. Those writing the books have laid out all these secrets in every single book found in this building. The fact that it’s underground is meant to represent that these secrets are meant to be hidden in the depths of Fundy’s mind, but the fact that the building is getting closer to the main base makes it feel like 1.) the stored secrets about this world that Fundy may have forgotten about might finally seep into his consciousness, making him aware of them next time he wakes up, and 2.) the insecurities Fundy repressed deep down are seeping out more and more as it reaches the main core. Once it’s there, Fundy won’t be able to reject the truth about his abandonment issues any longer.

Fundy nears the building, still quite nervous. He opens the door, and the layout of the inside seems to be slightly similar to the previous day, but there are small details here and there that are different. Instead of 10 red carpets, there are 6, and instead of 8 yellow carpets, there are 6. Additionally, the skull seems to be closer, this time directly next to the table.

While the carpets were quite subtle, I do think it symbolizes a certain decrease of something. Red symbolizes the color for passion and love, while yellow is meant to represent happiness and positivity. Earlier, we saw that Wilbur disappeared from the Carmarvan, so the decrease of rugs for each color could represent Fundy’s love and happiness decreasing.

For the skull itself, I don’t know if I’m right, but this is what I infer from it: On the first day, we saw that Wilbur was still standing next to Fundy in the Camarvan as the first skull underground was still very far away. On the second day, when Wilbur was gone, the skull got closer, standing next to the table instead of it being far away. I theorize that if the skull is closer, then a canon death has already occurred in the time period the day wants to present. The first day presents a time where Wilbur was still taking care of Fundy, so Eret’s betrayal may not have happened yet, hence why the skull merely stayed hidden at the corner. On the second day, Wilbur has actively left Fundy, similar to the period after L’Manberg’s independence when Fundy had to partake in the Pet Wars alone. During that era, the betrayal has already happened, which is why I believe the skull is much closer this time. 

Continuing on, Fundy opens the book and begins reading. From this point onwards, I do want to go more in depth with each of the books, so I’ll put transcripts here and there with my thoughts added onto it after each transcript.

“Hi me!

Welcome back!

Yeahh, second time here? or third?

not entirely sure”

So, this is confirmation that this might not be the first time Fundy’s having dreams like this. A good question to ask is if the book was written a long time ago and has presented itself the same way it does right now, or if this book was written recently. I don’t think the stream gave a definitive answer, but it is something to keep in mind.

“Listen to me Fundy

and you should trust me because,

well you know why

There are two things you can do right now

Walk back to your base, jump in bed, fall asleep, and you will wake up as if nothing ever happened

Or you can keep reading…

And I will tell you what I know”

The book pauses for a bit then continues saying “You are not real” ten times, “You dont want to know the truth” fifteen times, and spams “WAKE UP” until the 38th page, a number we analyzed earlier because of the 38 baked potatoes. 

For the book itself, whoever is writing the book seems to be a bit hesitant when writing. It doesn’t seem to want to explain what this place truly is to Fundy, and as much as it clarifies that they are, indeed, Fundy, they never expound on how they were able to write these books and why Fundy should trust him. Other Fundy saying “you should trust me because, well you know why” is actually quite ominous, and I can only think of two reasons as to why they would say it: 1.) Other Fundy is implying that Fundy can trust him because he is, in fact, the same person, or 2.) Other Fundy is hinting that Fundy trusts too easily as seen with the people Fundy trusted in the real world.

Additionally, the Other Fundy seems to emphasize on the fact that they WANT Fundy to go to sleep and wake up in the overworld. They phrase it so that sleeping once more is the more logical option, while they basically scare Fundy with the other option, evident by his quickened heartbeat. The Other Fundy seems to know about the intricacies of this dream and its world, but seems to be very hesitant to tell Fundy about it. The continuous threats imply that the Other Fundy doesn’t want Fundy to know the truth at all.

Basically, this Other Fundy knows something, something our Fundy doesn’t know about, and wants to emphasize that it is something horrific. He will do whatever he can do so that he can stop Fundy from knowing the truth, even if it means he has to scare Fundy.

Additionally, to me, it feels like “WAKE UP” could possibly have two meanings. If the underground structure is meant to represent things that Fundy constantly represses to the back of his mind, not only would the secrets of his dream reside there, but his own repressed insecurities may reside there as well. The way Fundy treats the truth about his dreams is actually quite similar with the way he treats his insecurities- he tends to reject its existence and pretend that everything is normal. This dream isn’t just a dream, it’s an exploration of Fundy’s mind, and telling Fundy to “WAKE UP” doesn’t just refer to not knowing the truths about the dream, but it could also refer to Fundy not knowing the truths about his own insecurities hidden deep in the depths of his mind. 

vi. THIRD DAY

Fundy wakes up, breathing heavily. He paces around his room before opening the door frantically, seeing that he is still stuck in a desert. He begins to laugh, repetitively telling himself that all of this is a “joke”. He continues questioning why he’s still in this dream, and when he opens the door, he sees the ominous structure observably closer to the base. He claims that he’s actually stressing out, and Fundy goes on a tangent about this dream and reveals a bit about his insecurities:

“They’re toying with me, they’re toying with me. They’re actually- everyone is toying with me- they are ALWAYS TOYING WITH ME. Everyone is! I’m always being played with. Why? Why always me- no! Why does it always have to be me? Every single time. I don’t wanna- (sigh). I don’t wanna keep dealing with this- I just wanna- no- do I just… Do I just… Do I just go up here and listen to- wai- okay. The book said I have two options: I can wait here until it’s night time. Wait until the sun sets and I can go to sleep, and when I go to sleep and wake up, none of this is real. None of this is gonna- it’s gonna disappear. None of this is real, none of this is real, none… It’s not real, it’s not real, I am currently not real, this is no- how is this possible? How is this- wha- how did- how… None of this is real. I am not real. All I have to do is wait for midnight and just sleep, and all of this would end, right? All I have to do is… wait until night time and then… it’s all gonna be over, it’s all gonna be done. 

I just gotta sleep, and then, it’s gonna disappear. And then everyone is gonna appear out of a bush and they’re gonna be ‘Surprise!’ and I’m gonna be like, ‘You guys! You’re always pranking me… you’ve always been there for me (sniffs). Every single time… except sometimes… when I needed you the most. I just go to bed… I just go to bed, and then I wake up, and none of this ever happened. And we’re gonna go back to my old life where I have fun and join parties and join groups and only see them disappear in front of my eyes as I start to get attached to them. Y-yeah, that’s- that’s- that’s the choice I’m making. Go back to that... (sigh). Just… or you know…”

LOTS to unpack here, and I’ll go one by one explaining certain aspects of this because it’s not just something that showcases Fundy’s insecurities.

Firstly, interesting how Fundy believed that the book was toying with him like how a lot of other people do. That’s what makes him afraid of the book- the feeling of being pushed around. The book is actively trying to use Fundy’s insecurities against him in order to make him more and more afraid of the truth. This is interesting because Fundy is known to be ignorant towards his actual issues (just look at his monologue), but the Other Fundy seems to be acutely aware of them. I will explain why he is aware of them later on.

Secondly, this is the most observable point, Fundy seems to be aware that he is quite frankly, alone, but tends to ignore it. He copes with his abandonment issues by treating his abandonment like a joke. He believes that every single person who’s left him did it as a prank. Even if he laughs at this idea, he is also evidently hurt by it. It hits even harder when you realize that Fundy is quite the dependent character, often sucking up to any person who gives him recognition. If Fundy depends on others to dictate his self-worth, how do you think he thinks of himself right now when he literally has nobody?

Putting emphasis on Fundy’s loneliness is going to be interesting because I do think some characters in future arcs are going to exploit that. If Quackity is going to use and manipulate Fundy the same way Sam does, then there would be no doubt that he will use Fundy’s loneliness against him. Even if it’s not Quackity who approaches Fundy first- even Bad, Sam, Dream, anyone, really, could use Fundy’s loneliness against him, which will make for an interesting plot point.

Lastly, not a lot of people spotted this, but this monologue also gives us insight as to why Fundy continued looking for the truth about his dreams instead of staying in his base and waiting for night. When talking about what to look forward to once he wakes up, he talks about how much “fun” he is going to have. Slowly, you see his denial start to dwindle as he finally admits that people leave him just as he gets attached to them. As much as Fundy wanted to wake up from this horrific dream, he realizes that, once he wakes up, he has nothing to look forward to either. That’s why he hesitates when he says “Yeah, that’s the choice I’m making,” because he realizes waking up isn’t as ideal as it seems. This is why Fundy immediately goes outside afterwards with no hesitation- Fundy has nothing left to lose, hence why he chooses to venture forth. Fundy is driven to do things because he feels like his life is purposeless anyway.

Fundy then begins to head outside quietly, zooming into the ominous building while walking right towards it. He then detours for a moment, walking towards the right of the building, and approaches a giant crater filled with obsidian and blackstone.

The explosion could symbolize two things:

Any of the L’Manberg explosions. With the obsidian and blackstone combination, my guess is that this is either the first Doomsday event (L’Manbergian War of Independence) because of L’Manberg’s walls, or the November 16th War because of Schlatt’s Podium. Why the big amount of blackstone and obsidian? Well, I’m not so sure when it comes to L’Manberg as its walls didn’t have obsidian, but for the November 16th war, I do think that the abundance of blackstone and obsidian is meant to represent how Fundy is reducing the November 16th war to Schlatt’s Podium. This can be alarming as he was the one who made Schlatt’s Podium, so reducing the war to that one building might symbolize that he blames himself for the war.

Another theory, which is the theory I subscribe to more, is that this is actually depicting an event in the future that we haven’t seen yet. Namely, the prison. If you zoom in on the explosion, the block pattern is quite reminiscent of the block pattern present in the prison.

While I’ll mostly discuss Fundy’s future predicting powers later, I do think that there’s a possibility that Fundy saw a vision of the future, unlike the past two days where he saw visions of the past. The prison might possibly be nuked in the future.

Fundy then proceeds to walk back towards the building, repetitively saying “no”. He claims he needs to find out, sounding more determined than before. For this, even if the explosion could represent many things, I do think Fundy is generally reminded of the explosions he had to witness throughout the history of the Dream SMP. Perhaps he believes that finding out the truth could prevent more explosions from occurring, perhaps he figured out that this was the prison and he needed to know why it exploded, perhaps him walking away from something that’s reminiscent of real life represents his choice of wanting to learn more about his dreams rather than sticking to anything similar to real life. 

Moving on, Fundy enters the building, saying he wants to know what’s going on. The underground room seems to have changed a bit, as the chiseled quartz floors changed into quartz bricks. The place also seems to be littered with end stone blocks and bricks. The place is much darker as well, and the carpets on the floor and table seem to be gone entirely. Two skulls can be observed near the table.

My brain actually can’t reason as to why the end blocks were there, or why the quartz blocks changed. My guess is that the end stones will eventually connect to a future plot point relating to the End, but again, I’m not sure. The carpets being gone could represent that the love and happiness (red and yellow) that Fundy had disappeared completely. The dishevelled state of the room could represent that the secrets being held inside this underground room are finally breaking free as its confines tear down more and more. 

Now the skulls- if we go by the theory I presented earlier, then the skulls are meant to represent canon deaths. If the skull was tucked into the corner, then that means death is to come, but if it’s near the table, then I believe the canon death already occurred. If two skulls are next to the table, then it could imply that whatever time period the day is set in should be around the time Fundy loses a second canon death, which hasn’t occurred yet. Again, this is all speculation, so I might be overthinking, but if the explosion is meant to represent the prison getting nuked, then there’s a possibility Fundy would lose a canon life before the prison gets destroyed.

Now, onto the juicy bit: the book. The book reads as follows:

“Hi. again.

...Why are we so persistent

...Why are we so stubborn

...You have been here before, but you keep coming back

...Why?

WHY???

You dont want to know the truth

It will hurt you

I dont want to be hurt again

YOU dont want to be hurt again

I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT

PLEASE JUST LEAVE

GO TO BED

FALL ASLEEP

ENJOY YOUR LIFE

ENJOY THE FUN THINGS

THE TRUTH ISNT WHAT YOU WANT

PLEASE

STOP THIS

STOP!!!”

The book tries scaring Fundy by spamming “WAKE UP” across multiple pages.

“It’s not going to work, huh..

Listen to me Fundy…

Your mind is not safe…

You are not imagining this…

This place might not be real…

But he is.

Spare yourself.

I need you to listen carefully.

Do not join him.

Whatever he asks of you.

Do NOT join him.

his plans aren’t as nice as they sound.

his intentions aren’t what you think they are.

he will use you

he will destroy you

everything you ever loved

everyone you ever cared about

do not join him.”

Before I explain this book, I think it’s best to also note down what was said in the next book as well so I can better explain what’s going on.

“note to self

hello

I just wrote this book to remember who I am

To remember what is happening

All the books I just found are indeed written by me

Listen to yourself

You suffer from a very odd illness

You suffer from a form of insomnia, within your own dreams.

Now the effects of this aren’t really known, and even I don’t fully know what is going on.

but let me tell you

somehow, this world, these actions and events, are linked to reality.

things that happen in these so-called “dreams”, tend to leak into the real world

they will actually happen.

you might wonder how exactly this is a bad thing.

the ability to predict certain events from happening, sounds pretty cool.”

Fundy then stops reading the book, seemingly overwhelmed by the influx of information. Analysis time, boys, time to unpack what this all means.

Firstly, I believe that this dream has happened before. Multiple times, actually. If certain “events” in the dream are meant to predict the future, then the moments involving the Camarvan on the first two days could imply that Fundy has seen this place before during the L’Manberg era where he could’ve predicted Eret’s betrayal and the loss of his father. If we think about it, the books could honestly be given to Fundy at any time period and it would work. Look at the entire section of the book describing someone who Fundy can’t trust- this “him” person could honestly be… anyone who abandoned Fundy? If the book hints at someone who might possibly hurt and use Fundy, then Eret, Wilbur, Schlatt, and Dream could also be considered. These people were nice to Fundy at first before betraying him one way or another. There is a possibility that this dream has warned Fundy about these people in the past, only for Fundy to forget about the dream. What about this time though, who is this “him” that’s going to betray Fundy during this time period? Well, the easy answer would be Quackity, but Bad could be a possibility as well. With the hint towards Quackity at the end, I do believe that Quackity would be the main suspect, but it’s also good to keep an open mind as we don’t know much of who Fundy’s involved with in Season 3.

Now, why would Fundy be able to forget about the dreams, though? I do think that whoever is responsible for writing the books are doing their best to prevent Fundy from uncovering the truth. Who do I think are the book authors? Well, I don’t think they were lying when they said that they were Fundy. I believe that, just like the Dream voice in Ranboo’s head, the Fundy that writes books would be some sort of conscience or subconscious in Fundy’s mind. This part of the mind holds certain memories repressed by Fundy, as well as some of the insecurities he chooses to ignore. They are aware of all of Fundy’s past visits of this dream, and they know the dangers of it, which is why they want Fundy to not uncover the truth. 

The signed book claims that whatever Fundy sees in the dream will seep out into reality. Knowing this, I believe Fundy’s subconscious is trying to prevent Fundy from seeking out the truth to prevent these future visions from happening in real life; this especially applies to events that involve Fundy possibly being hurt. There is a possibility that this Fundy has seen past Fundy’s discover events like the Camarvan and the loss of Wilbur occur in dreams way past before it occurred in real life, so they feel afraid that our Fundy would uncover more and more truths that would become reality. While we don’t know if Other Fundy’s beliefs on future predicting is true, this gives us a better understanding of why they want Fundy to go to bed and wake up. (Additionally, the Other Fundy has placed emphasis on saying that the truth may hurt Fundy, so there is a possibility that these future events might involve something that heightens Fundy’s insecurities more. That’s why this Fundy seems to be so aware of Fundy’s insecurities- they have witnessed Fundy’s insecurities being used against him in certain visions.)

For the memory thing, so far, I believe a part of Fundy’s mind is actively suppressing all the memories Fundy has of his dreams. Fundy already represses a lot of his insecurities, so using Fundy’s insecurities against him might actually enable them to keep Fundy’s memories about the dream locked in the corners of his mind. The place where the book is kept in is underground, after all, but we do have to keep in mind that the building is getting closer and closer to Fundy’s main base. This could symbolize that Fundy will remember his dreams more once he wakes up.

So basically, so far, Fundy has dreamt this dream multiple times in the past, and during each dream, he witnesses an event in the future that could possibly happen in real life. Fundy’s subconscious, or possibly past versions of Fundy, are trying to warn future Fundy’s to not uncover too many truths about the dream as they believe this could possibly manifest terrible events to happen in real life. To get Fundy to go back to bed, they try scaring Fundy, using his insecurities against him, only this time, Fundy is a bit more disobedient because, again, he feels like he has nothing left to lose. 

Another theory I have which I’m not 100% sure about is that this Other Fundy, as much as it has good intentions, may have committed a mistake when they tried to get Fundy to bed by using his insecurities. If anything in the dream may happen in real life, them heightening Fundy’s insecurities might pass over to the real world as well. While scaring Fundy could prevent him from uncovering the truth, it might’ve also been a double-edged sword as Fundy is more aware of his insecurities more than ever.

Continuing on, Fundy decided to leave the building, seeing that it’s night time. He sounds relieved knowing that he can sleep and that he can wake up from this dream. He celebrates for a moment, throwing the book away, but then he hesitates, saying he wants to know the truth. He picks the book up again but doesn’t read it immediately, claiming that he could just sleep instead of knowing the truth.

Fundy seems to revel in the idea of waking up for a bit until he mentions how much of a “blast” he can have with everyone once he wakes up. After mentioning this, he immediately picks up the book with no hesitation. This is the second time Fundy is shown to be motivated in finding the truth about his dreams because of him realizing how unfun the real world is. Again, Fundy is seen to be motivated by the fact that he has nothing left to lose, and as much as he is scared of this dream, he seems to prefer finding this world’s truth over going back into the real world where he’s practically alone.

Moving on, the book continues:

“however…

while this might be the case of dreams…

this is also the case for nightmares…

this is your last warning Fundy

please… for the both of us…

just wake up”

This part of the book simply affirms all I’ve theorized about earlier. The Other Fundy hints that some events that Fundy might witness in his dream would be detrimental to Fundy, which is why he doesn’t want Fundy to continue exploring. He knows that Fundy will possibly manifest an event that will ruin him in real life, so he wants Fundy to sleep instead of accidentally manifesting his demise.

vii. FOURTH DAY

Fundy then wakes up once more, complaining that this dream never ends. He goes outside, seeing a black, hooded figure slowly turn around and chase him. With a quickened heartbeat, he runs up his stairs to sleep in a black bed placed on the roof. Fundy screams as we see the hooded figure approach, and the screen fades to black. A white smiley face reminiscent of the one on Quackity’s skin appears on the screen as casino slots sound effects play in the background.

Now, what do I make of this? Well, firstly, we gotta point out that his bed at the end looked EERILY similar to a gravestone. A lot of websites claim that sleeping in a gravestone or seeing a gravestone could indicate change, especially when it comes to overcoming one’s sadness or problems. In a literal sense, we can think of it as something foreshadowing a future canon death, especially if we think that the person chasing Fundy is the grim reaper.

Speaking of that person, I do have a couple of explanations as to who this person is:

The person is death themselves, the grim reaper. This is the common conclusion everyone believes in, especially when we consider this “him” person possibly hurting Fundy, and that second skull in the underground room. Quackity is the main culprit for now, especially with that smiley face in the end, but there could be other possibilities! Like, what if someone takes Fundy’s canon life before he joins Quackity, which is why the smiley face only popped up after Fundy’s dream death? Mayhaps someone affiliated with Quackity might be doing the dirty work for him, so Bad, Sam, Dream, and anyone, really, could be responsible for Fundy’s future canon death. Moreover, the fact that this death occurs affirms the beliefs of the Other Fundy. The Other Fundy merely wants Fundy to be safe from possibly manifesting his demise in real life, but Fundy’s curiosity got the best of him, and in the next sequence, he was killed, proving that the Other Fundy was right in saying that Fundy should’ve just slept.

A theory I made up which I’m not 100% sure of is that this figure is actually Fundy’s subconscious trying to get him to sleep. When Fundy was being chased, we heard a quickened heartbeat, and where was the only other time we heard that? When Fundy was reading the “WAKE UP” and “you’re not real” messages from those books. We can view this as the Other Fundy’s attempt in trying to get Fundy to actually sleep by using another scare tactic against Fundy. And well… it did work! Because Fundy was afraid of this figure, Fundy went to sleep. There is also a possibility that this occurrence is what makes Fundy forget about the dream because his subconscious got a hold of Fundy and forcibly made him forget, but I’m not 100% sure about that one yet.

Lastly, the face! That should already allude to Fundy possibly joining Quackity’s lore, and with the “38 potatoes” symbolizing business opportunities, I expect Fundy to be joining Las Nevadas as a possible employee. Quackity does, in fact, prey on people who are insecure, and can easily get them to do whatever he wants because of his words. If he can get Sam to give him the tools needed to torture Dream, Quackity might exploit Fundy’s loneliness into making him do whatever Quackity wants from him. 

Another face that this could possibly connect to is the face in the Egg lair! While I’m leaning more towards Quackity because of the casino sounds, I do wanna say that the Egg and the Eggpire could possibly be connected as well, especially when the Egg could provide Fundy anything he wants. Just like how Quackity could prey on Fundy’s insecurities, the Egg preys on those who feel like they’re missing something, so as much as Fundy could be manipulated by Quackity, he could also be manipulated by the Egg. Additionally, business opportunities could apply to the Eggpire as well as they’ve contacted Purpled in the past to assassinate Puffy, so who’s to say they won’t try adding Fundy to the Eggpire?

TLDR; This entire stream showcased both Fundy’s insecurities and Fundy’s future predicting powers and how this “Other Fundy”, aka his subconscious, wants him to repress them because they believe that if Fundy uncovers the secrets of his dream more, then Fundy would accidentally manifest his demise in real life. Additionally, Fundy is very lonely, making him vulnerable of being used in the future because he is desperate to get any type of recognition from anybody. In summary, be afraid of Fundy’s future lore streams, be very afraid.

viii. ADDITIONAL NOTES

Even when I finish this, there’s a lot of questions to ask about this stream that I want you to keep in mind:

How many times has Fundy encountered this before?

How does Fundy forget all the information he got from the dreams?

How does Fundy write to himself?

Why is there so many details connected to Karl, and what does it have to do with time travelling?

Why does Fundy return to his bed every time his heartbeat quickens when reading a book?

Was the first scene part of the dream or not?

Could the underground room’s structure actually mean something?

And there’s probably more, but just saying, keep an open mind about this entire stream because there’s definitely a lot more to uncover.

I want to reiterate: I am not the Messiah, so don’t take my word as the truth and the absolute truth. I’d love to hear your thoughts about Fundy’s stream as a lot of it could be up for speculation! The entire thing is filled to the brim with symbolisms, so there could be a lot of interpretations to consider. If you enjoyed this, feel free to like and retweet because I worked my ASS off with this one. 

Special thanks to the following:

Fundy and any of the Dream SMP members because that stream was INCREDIBLE. Go give them your love and support.

kingjem for always being there whenever I want to discuss any ideas I have about the Dream SMP. One of the smartest bitches I know, go follow them.

To all my betas who reviewed this document since I have a TON of grammar mistakes (thanks English): prismartist, bootsforthebootsgod, Finni_june (twt), ender-hyperfocuses-on-things, and Dngertosociety2 (twt)

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

In the beginning, Katsuki’s affection will come out quite stubbornly and will be harder to see at times. Later on, it’s obvious how much he cares for you. His heart is full of love despite his aggressive attitude. He’s not afraid to show PDA, no matter who’s watching, and you’re often the recipient of his rare compliments. Katsuki is always ready to say “I love you”.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

That’s a tricky one. Befriending people isn’t exactly on Katuski’s radar, but he’d prefer someone who could “keep up with him” if so to speak. Reliable helps too. This friendship might start with him genuinely, although reluctantly, praising your quirk or skills.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

“This is fuckin’ stupid,” He’ll mumble as he wraps his strong arms around you, but he’s loving every minute of it. Katsuki’s down to snuggle in front of everyone, but if you’re the one initiating, he’ll be a tad bit embarrassed and no one dares point it out. When you two are completely alone you’ll get to see his softer side and you might even be the big spoon for once.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’ll want to settle down in a sense that he needs to be sure that they’re his and he’s theirs. The method of doing so will depend on what’s best for both of you, but moving in together is probably in the cards. Katsuki makes a fantastic roommate because, among his many talents, cooking is one of them. He’s also a bit of a clean fanatic and you might wake up to him vacuuming or doing the dishes at 7 AM or something.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Firstly, he would fight tooth-and-nail against whatever was threatening the relationship because he’s not letting you go easily. If it absolutely came down to ending things, Katsuki would make it straight to the point and as quick as possible. He wouldn’t be able to remain ‘just friends’ with you and would never truly move on in his heart.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Katsuki is beyond committed and he firmly believes there are several ways to show it besides putting a ring on it. If you two were to eventually get married it would be later on so your careers could be focused on. He just wants you both to succeed and achieve your dreams more than anything, but if the marriage was something you really wanted, he might consider tying the knot earlier than previously planned.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Although I think Katsuki is actually a sensitive person, he can definitely be on the rough side of things. He can read and interpret others’ emotions, but relating to them can be a challenge. I don’t believe he’d ever act maliciously towards you or anyone else he cares for. He’s got a soft touch and even the occasional kind words during the most surprising times.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Katsuki’s a bigger fan of kisses, but he does love hugs! He’s always, well, touching you. Huge bear hugs. Squeezy. Warm. The type to literally lift you off of your feet. He’ll leave little tickling kisses on your neck and shoulders while whispering words against your skin.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’ll say the words in every possible way… besides actually saying the words. It’s like a mental block of Katsuki’s because he’s admittedly scared of proclaiming his love in such a straight-forward way. Once he gets over that first hump, it’s no problem for him. He won’t be throwing the words around like candy, but he’ll always say what’s on his mind.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Katsuki is emotional and jealousy is a familiar feeling for him. Being a bit of a hothead definitely doesn’t help either. This jealousy stems from his insecurities and can be overbearing. At the beginning of the relationship, it will probably be the cause of some arguments between you two. Later on, jealous Katsuki will just include him being extra pissy and extra cuddly.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Passionate. Always. If he’s kissing you, he’s going all the way. Even during your first kiss, he gave it his all. Sure, it was an awkward mess of spit and teeth, but he was eager and didn’t hesitate! Katsuki’s skills have improved by now and he never fails to showcase them. It doesn’t matter where, if he’s kissing you, then he’s happy. It depends on your preferences. And as for him… his neck is especially sensitive and he’ll never admit it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Well, after the remedial lessons episode, we know he’s not very good. At all. Despite that, I can imagine him still wanting kids eventually. An “I can’t stand any kid except my own” type.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Katsuki is your typical morning person. He’s up at the same time every day and it amazes you. Well, unless you’re a morning person yourself, that is. If you’re a heavy sleeper then waking you up on time will be his new personal mission. He’ll probably make you a nice breakfast and get as many kisses as he can in before work.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Haha! This guy goes to bed at like 9-pm. He’s got a strict schedule and if you somehow manage to get him to stay up later to watch a movie with you or something, he’s gonna fall asleep on your lap and it’s adorable. It’s the perfect opportunity to play with his soft hair without having to hear him grumble about it the entire time.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It’s going to take a while to break through his outer shell, but he’s not exactly secretive about his feelings and his past. Katsuki trusts you enough to be open with his mistakes and he won’t hide anything if you just ask.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I think this one is a bit self-explanatory, but it’s not very often that he gets angry at you.He’s getting better at controlling his anger and you tend to bring out his gentler side too.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

In the moment, it may seem like simply he brushes it off or doesn’t really acknowledge it, but that’s actually not the case. Katsuki always remembers and takes everything into consideration. The number of little things he keeps notes of might surprise.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One Saturday afternoon, Katsuki decided he was going to try out a new chocolate cake recipe and you decided you’d try your hand at baking for once! He was absolutely willing to teach you and it was going well… until you somehow managed to drop an egg yolk right on Katsuki’s sock covered foot. His favorite pair of socks at that. The kitchen was quiet until he swifty flicked flour at your forehead and it was game-on from there. The next thirty minutes were filled with lots of flour and kisses.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Katsuki couldn’t be more protective of you and he’s more than willing to use his quirk if needed. He’s prepared to fight for you in the blink of an eye, no question about it. His job as a pro-hero means so much when you’re someone he has to protect, but he also knows it’s a mutual feeling. He completely believes in your own physical abilities to keep him safe and your reassuring words make him truly feel like the greatest.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s certainly not lazy when it comes to your relationship, but at the same time, Katsuki finds things like fancy dates and lavish gifts kinda pointless. He couldn’t care less about eating at an expensive restaurant, all that matters is that he’s with you. That’s not to say that he won’t give you nice things because he will be spoiling you, especially on anniversaries and holidays.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His inferiority complex has always been his biggest enemy. There are times when he just can’t shut off his competitive side and it can turn things ugly when he lets his insecurities get the best of him. His temper is also something he’s struggled with and is still learning how to manage.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Katsuki really doesn’t care about that kind of thing. Of course, it does fuel his ego and boost his confidence when you compliment his looks. He considers himself to be an attractive person, but nothing too special. (You think differently)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He likes to believe otherwise, but yeah, he really would. He couldn’t imagine a day without you. It’s just a scary thing for Katsuki to accept that he relies on someone other than himself for once.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’ll never admit it, but spiders really freak him out. Let’s just say he won’t argue if you offer to take one outside.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who gives up easily would just kinda irritate him. Katsuki knows people struggle, hell, he’s definitely one of them, but seeing someone simply not try and throw in the towel when things don’t go their way is something that would get on his nerves.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He’s somehow got a cute snore. Yup. It’s not even really a snore, more like some kind of soft breathing noise, but it’s noticeable and something you’ve grown to love. It’s also difficult for Katsuki to fall asleep in places other than his own bed.

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~Christmas present for you and them~

( Small parenthesis to thank you all. I am really grateful for every time I join this app to see like notifications. I want to wish you all Merry Christmas and a Happy new year with this small story I came up with while I was in Ancient Greek class) 

It was near Christmas in London's town. The year 1850 was close at it's end and 1851 was peeking through the corner. London's town was covered with snow exactly like white frosting on the Christmas cakes in the bakery. As white as a certain man hair. "Claudia! Could we buy a cake?" he lifted his green eyes to face the woman next to him that was particularly annoyed. "Undertaker, I said that Jeremy will bake a cake once we have returned to the town house." she adjusted her family blue ring on her point finger and gently petted her tummy. "But darling! It looks delicious! Please!" She stared at him and after a lot of pleading she gave in. "All right, I guess one more cake can't hurt..." She opened her purse and took out some money. "You can go buy-" Before she could form her sentence he took the money and run into the shop. "What a child..." she giggled and grabbed out of her purse a novel to read; Christmas Carol. After ten minutes the Undertaker walked out the bakery with two bags. "I thought I said one cake." "But Claudia, I got you a present!" "With my money?" she held her head. "Oh, small details that they do not need to be said, Mrs. Scrooge!" he grinned as he looked at her novel. "You are as mad as the hatter..." a chuckle left her thin lips. "If any time I suddenly go to Wonderland I will be sure to get the role of him." his grin widened and could reach his eyes. "Darling, if you go to Wonderland and become the mad hatter I will sure want to see that and so I will be there!" "That could be arranged..." he mumbled. "Did you say something?" "No no! Let's go for a walk, shall we?" "We shall." she placed her gloved hand on his own. He wasn't wearing any gloves nor a scarf, Anyone else would be freezing to death, but that man was Death himself. His hands where warm and comforting even though his occupation was so terrifying. "You should make yourself look more convincing as a human..." she whispered. He looked as his hands. "Yes, I apologise..." he took out of his coat pocket a pair of gloves. "We should be careful for those details..." Claudia looked around her worried. He nodded as in a small toy shop something caught his eye. "Claudia, what are those?" he asked and pointed at the showcase. She looked at where he pointed and observed the two decorations. They where small, not smaller than a pen that she used this morning to write her letters to family and friends. They both had a pair of wings. They looked like white birds in the park those that every time you look at them have their lover next to them to keep them warm. "Let's go ask the shop owner." she opened the toys store door.

"Greetings young lady and young lord!" an old friendly man welcomed them. Undertaker tried not to laugh at his compliment. He was for sure not young. "Good day sir!" Claudia smiled. "What might you two need?" "We were interested in those two white birds in the showcase." Undertaker exclaimed. The old man's face lit up. "Oh, how I have waited for this time!" he run at the show case and took the two turtle doves. "They are turtle doves!" the man said in enthusiasm. "Turtle doves?" Undertaker looked at the two birds. "Turtle doves are a symbol of friendship and love. Keep one, and give the other to a very special person. As long as each of you has your turtle dove, you will be friends forever." the man looked at them with a smirk. "Or even forbidden lovers." Claudia's eyes widen. "How-" The man shush her. "I will not inform anyone but you have to promise me something Lady Phantomhive." Claudia nodded and so did the Undertaker. "I want you both to be together forever." he gave one turtle dove to Claudia and the other to Undertaker. "You two where the only people that cared about these two little symbols. Fate is with you." Just then a small boy with purple hair run out of the back of the shop. "Blavat!" the man smiled. "Madam I can read your fate for you!" the boy smiled. Undertaker looked at the small boy. He looked smart. "Please let me tell you what will happen!" Blavat took Claudia's hand. "All right young one. Go on" The four of them sat down. "Madam I want you in this small cup to move the spoon six times around and around." Blavat said. Claudia did as said. Undertaker was confused; not a big surprise. "Alright, could you drink it now? Its hot chocolate don't worry!" Claudia smiled and did as said. She then gave the cup back at Blavat. The boy looked at it for some minutes and then his eyes sparkled like this stars. "Oh in the four lords!" Blavat shouted and called his father to go look. The man looked at the cup and smiled back at Undertaker and Claudia. "Madam have you felt any light headed symptoms or your tummy hurting?" Blavat asked not able to hide his smile. "Yes. Yes I have, why Blavat?" Claudia started to feel worried. "Oh my lords! Father I am correct!" Blavat started jumping around. "My son saw in your cup madam that this year; 1851 you will be three people." Claudia was speechless. Undertaker of course didn't understand. I shouldn't even try to mention him. "Madam congratulations!!!" Blavat lightly hugged her. "Undertaker... You sure haven't understand, am I right?" Claudia petted Blavat hairs and looked at Undertaker that was staring. He knew. "Wait..." Undertaker stood up from his seat. "Sir I am always correct! As you can tell even my father was correct with your fate prediction!" Undertaker was smiling but he wanted to make sure he understood completely what they were talking about and so he started counting. "It makes sense I counted from last time." Claudia smiled at him. Undertaker didn't believe her. He counted from October as well. Claudia stood up and hugged him. "I counted I said. Its been four months already if the boy is correct." Blavat smiled and hugged his father grinning. Undertaker walked up to Blavat and next to his ear he whispered. "Young boy if your predictions are correct... I will come and find you once you are older." Undertaker took out of his pocket a small star hair pin. "I want you to wear that... I have one as well." Undertaker smiled and went next to Claudia again. "Thank you Sir!" Blavat grinned and lost his balance. Everyone giggled as Blavat's father spoke. "May fate be with you three... No need to pay for anything." Undertaker and Claudia nodded as they walked out the shop, nobody was on the roads.

Claudia looked at Undertaker playfully. "Um...Darling! I can explain!" he looked at her. "Grim Reaper's can't have children huh? We don't have to be careful huh?!" Claudia shouted. Undertaker started running. "I was wrong!!!!"