#( watch the one time she tries to cook by herself and takes it seriously )

[xamassed]

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" Are you trying to set the house on fire?” | From izutsumi to marcille

"Why would I try to do that?!" She had exhausted her every effort, strained her mind and taxed her body, and still she couldn't prevent the sudden, scorching rise in the cooking fire. Even as she stood there, sweating and panicked, the flames gave a violent pop and rose a few inches higher. "I did everything Senshi told me to, why is this happening?"

The mage let out a helpless whine and backed away from the raging inferno, only to bump into Izutsumi. "What — What do we do? I tried to put it out with water, tried to snuff it out with wind, and nothing worked!"

[letorip]

tara carpenter hcs?

tara carpenter headcanons

so glad you all liked the headcanons i previously made and had a lot of fun doing, because it’s something i can do more frequently and consistently than my long form fics, which i promise i am hard at work doing. here are a few more :) also, kiss with a fist [ii] out soon

***also i wrote this and i think (?) i cooked? would you want this as an actual story at some point? cause i was doing this a bit lightheartedly and then i was like wait a minute- i usually struggle to think of plots but this came super free-flowing

tara wants absolutely nothing to do with you at first. she doesn’t trust easy, and some random kid chad met in class is not going to quickly break down that barrier, no matter how not-fugly you are

but chad feels like he can really trust you. you grow to become best friends over time, and he's still healing from ethan's betrayal.

even after you've won everyone else over in the group, tara is the stubborn one who refuses to acknowledge your presence

it all changes at a singular party. you stand up for a girl being screamed at by her boyfriend and shoved, and even though he tries to fight you, you don't budge

he's a massive guy on the football team, known around campus for being super jacked and picking fights, and though you wouldn't win in a million years and she can see you're scared, you don't move a damn inch from in between them

she doesn't say anything to you while it's happening or while anyone else is around, but when you're on the roof, after chad's come to help you, staring out into the city, she finds you alone against her better judgement, and asks if you're okay

you give her a weak smile, say "no," and she nods and just sits next to you for a while. you don't say anything either, but you appreciate it

tara slowly opens up to you more. she actually starts to listen when you speak, and what she finds is that you're so much smarter, and sweeter, than she realised. you share a lot of similar interests she had missed until that point, and you bring her a sense of peace and happiness, whenever she sees you

even though sam still struggles to see you as one of them, tara finds herself defending you now, and with it, realising she just might want you more than as her friend

she hasn't had a crush that intensely childlike since amber, and now that you're there, she's a bit apprehensive

but you're you, and things happen, and you kiss one night, over at her apartment, while you're watching a movie. you're both with your eyes locked on the screen, until the music swells and suddenly you're looking at each other. It happens so quickly but it feels so right.

when you ask her if she's okay with this and if she's comfortable, it makes her heart flutter in a way she doesn't feel she deserves

she's definitely apprehensive about letting your relationship grow. ghostface has brought her life a hell that she doesn't want you to experience it. but you remind her thousands of hells are worth it to be with her every day

you finally get together on a warm summer day, right after your semester has ended

now that tara's experienced a life with you, she's upset that she had to live a life before

she clings to your chest and loves to lay on top of you, on the sofa. she doesn't seem like she would be, but she's a massive cuddler. she didn't have much physical affection as a child, with her mom and sam being gone, and so she makes up for lost time by hugging or hand holding whenever she can

you guys have silly arguments, where it's clear neither of you are taking your side especially seriously, and you argue the most outrageous things. you'll make her laugh until there are tears in her eyes and then tackle her in a hug

whenever you're running late for morning classes, ninety-nine percent of the time, it's because tara begged you for five more minutes to cuddle in bed, or just straight-up wouldn't roll off you, even when you reminded her you had to go.

she's little spoon sized, but she actually loves being big spoon, because she'll squeeze you against her and hold you tight. when she wakes up in a cold sweat, having a nightmare about woodsboro, you're right there, peacefully sleeping, and it helps her calm down and ground herself

she had a thing for a while, about not wanting you to see the scars on her stomach. she thought they meant she was damaged, and tara insisted you guys fucked in the dark for a while, until you asked her directly about it one day, like the good communicator you are

tara tends to bury her head in the sand when it comes to being direct to talk to you about something, but you communicate well

upon explanation, you insist nothing could make her ugly to you. she cries when you say you'll love her no matter what, and you see her completely in the light. your look of awe at her beauty, and your tender fingers reaching out to brush against it, just make her fall even harder

idk what else to put, did i yap for a long time?

okay so i kind of want to make this a story now? would you be down

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ christmas cookies ] j. hughes

day three of malia’s christmas fic marathon

paring : Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) and Jack make a bit of a mess in the kitchen when they bake Christmas cookies since they’re both home because of the snow

warning(s) : some sexual content and language, implied sex. mainly fluffy tho :)

author’s note : i KNOW this is very late according to the schedule i put out but it was my birthday weekend so i didn’t have much down time to write or post anything. i think day four is coming at some point during the day tomorrow so keep an eye out for that

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"Jack!" (Y/N) yells as she runs back into the bedroom. "Jack. Baby, it's snowing and I don't have to go to work." She happily jumps on her side of the bed and crawls up to her sleeping boyfriend. Jack lets out a groan when she lays herself on top of him. She's like a happy puppy.

Jack mumbles an "it's early" and doesn't open his eyes.

She frowns and sits up on his waist. "It's snowing," she tries again. "I think you promised me that you would bake cookies with me next time it snowed since we would both be home all day." When Jack doesn't move, she begins to jump up and down on her knees like she's riding him. "Jack Hughes, get your cute ass out of bed and make cookies with me!"

His hands fly to her waist and stops her. "(Y/N)," he slurs. "Keep doing that and I will not make cookies with you. I will be making babies with you."

"Sounds good to me either way," she teases. That gets Jack to open one of his eyes. (Y/N) smiles. "Tell you what. If you make cookies with me then we can come back to bed and we can do whatever you want to me. I can still walk so obviously we didn't do enough last night."

Jack to flies out of bed butt ass naked from the previous night. (Y/N) laughs and watches him put on a pair of sweatpants and one of his Devils t-shirts before practically sprinting to the kitchen. She follows him in one of his larger Devils t-shirts that has his number on the chest and a pair of tiny shorts underneath.

The messy hair while Jack runs around their kitchen to grab what he considered cookie ingredients. "Baby, you can barely cook broccoli," she comments as she walks toward him. "I don't think you know how to bake cookies."

Jack's head snaps up. "Hey, I'm still learning," he snaps. "Get over here and help me get cookie stuff together."

She laughs and helps him out. She pulls out bowls, spoons, and the baking pan that will need to be used to actually bake the cookies.

The kitchen island is filled with different dry and wet ingredients and utensils that will need to be used to make the cookies without making a complete mess out of their kitchen.

Honestly, the kitchen will still probably end up being a mess because that's the way the two of them work. They're a messy couple and all of their friends know it. It's why their friends refuse to make food with them. Something always happens and food ends up everywhere.

(Y/N) pulls a chocolate chip cookie recipe up on her phone while Jack puts on some music so it's not dead silent while they're baking. He settles on Christmas music since it is technically Christmas Eve. She smiles to herself.

Jack comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist while she's leaning over the counter. She can feel his semi press against the top of her thigh right under her ass. "Jack, behave," she warns him. He definitely didn't take the warning seriously since she's smiling at how needy he is.

His love language is definitely physical touch, and she loves it.

The first step in baking cookies is mixing the dry ingredients together before incorporating the wet ingredients. In the biggest bowl, (Y/N) lets Jack measure and put in the flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. She works on the butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar in a mixing bowl.

While she begins to mix the eggs and vanilla in with the creamed butter and sugars, a white powder hits her in the face. She blinks until her eyes are clear and hears Jack laugh at her side.

"You're an ass," she tells him as she wipes the flour away from her eyes. Jack is leaning back against the counter as he laughs. "I didn't want to make a mess, Jack.

"You were an easy target," he tells her with a smile. "I couldn't help myself."

She blinks at him before she grabs a handful of flour and throws it in Jack's face. He coughs and wipes his own eyes. "That was deserved."

Jack looks at her. The white powder is all over his face and in his hair. She smiles, proud of her retaliation. She barely has time to react before Jack throws another handful of flour at her. He barely misses her face and she throws another handful at him.

They're both laughing and running around the kitchen throwing flour at each other. Jack catches her in his arms and she squeals.

He picks her up by her waist and spins her around until her waist is pressed against the counter. They're both covered in a layer of flour but she smiles up at him. Jack brushes some of the flour out of her hair and off her face.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he softly says.

His little name for her makes her heart jump in her chest. Her eyes meet his and she surges up to press her flour covered lips to his. Jack immediately kisses her back and presses her waist against the counter.

Her fingers are gripping his t-shirt. Her pinkies touch the skin on his waist and a jolt of electricity goes down to her core.

One kiss and she’s aching for him.

(Y/N) is the one to break the kiss and Jack chases her lips.

“Can we please put these together and in the oven so we can go shower?” (Y/N) asks when she pulls back from the kiss. She suddenly wants to get these cookies made so she can get back in bed with her boyfriend.

It’s insane that all Jack said was ‘there’s my pretty girl’ and she’s weak at the knees for him and kissing him while they’re both covered in flour.

Jack nods and they rush to finish making the dough so they can put the cookies in the oven. Jack starts doing the dishes while (Y/N) puts the baking sheet in the oven with the balls of dough on it.

As soon as the timer is set, she grabs his hand and they walk to their bathroom. “I was cleaning the dishes,” Jack protests.

“And now you’re going to clean yourself,” she retorts.

(Y/N) closes the bathroom door behind them. Jack’s eyes are on her as she turns the shower on.

She turns around to face her flour covered boyfriend. “Are you going to get naked or are you going to stand there and look pretty?” she asks.

“Oh I am so going to keep making messes in the kitchen if it means getting to shower with you,” he comments as he begins to undress. “You’re going to keep your promise and let me do what I want, right?”

“As soon as the cookies are done.”

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yourusername someone decided to make a mess in the kitchen then distract me so we had to remake the cookies since they got burnt

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trevorzegras can’t trust a hughes in the kitchen

yourusername fr

lhughes_06 so rude trevor

_quinnhughes i hope the cookies were good

jackhughes eh. the chocolate chip ones were probably better

yourusername the world may never know

jackhughes not my fault you look so damn fine baking cookies. even when you were fully clothed, i was distracted

nicohischier jack calm DOWN

lhughes_06 that’s disgusting bro

jackhughes LOOK AWAY LUKE. NOT FOR CHILDREN’S EYES

dawson1417 lmaoooo

yourusername can you stop traumatizing your brother

colecaufield damn he hit you with the flour huh

tysmith_06 can he cook broccoli yet ?

yourusername nope

jackhughes what the fuck

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[faruna]

miscellaneous furina x faruzan headcanons under the cut:

Furina is good at spotting an act. She can always tell when Faruzan is bottling up her feelings and putting up a wall of dignified maturity so as not to worry the people around her (especially when her past is brought up). Furina is the one who always manages to see through it.

So Faruzan gradually ends up being more honest in her company, confiding in Furina whenever she’s hit with a bout of grief, nostalgia or longing for a distant past she can never return to. Furina watched 5 centuries go by, herself, so theres a level of understanding between them.

Faruzan takes Furina’s boundaries very seriously and is quick to reprimand people who cross them. There are days when Furina doesn’t have it in her to be out in public, and Faruzan will gladly dote on her at home. She's quick to lecture anyone who tries to pressure Furina into doing something she doesn’t want to do.

Furina got used to waking up early for court hearings while Faruzan got used to staying up late researching, so their sleep schedules are very different. Furina likes to watch Faruzan work at night and often falls asleep to the sound of her writing or tinkering. Sometimes Faruzan carries her to bed, sometimes Furina manages to convince her to put down her work and get some sleep too. When Furina wakes up first, she likes to make breakfast for the two of them (though the quality varies, she’s still learning how to cook)

When Faruzan goes out to explore ruins, Furina tags along and makes sure they both stay hydrated. Faruzan feels reassured to have someone keeping her company in the ruins. She’s secretly a bit nervous to go alone after The Incident.

Farzan has definitely taken apart and reassembled Furinas cameras to see how they work, the machinery is new to her and she's fascinated by it. She admires Furinas abilities as a director though she isn’t familiar with most stories from the past century. Furina loves being the one to share them with her.

They both like to read in their spare time, so when they aren’t too busy or exhausted they like to read together. They alternate on who gets to pick the book. Faruzan reads the narration while Furina reads the dialogue (she likes doing silly voices for all the different characters)

That’s all for now 💙

[jjsmaybank20]

ok can i make a leighton request?

Her and her gf stuck at Leighton’s parents house in NYC bc of the pandemic?!

The family loves R, thing she’s the best partner Leight has ever had and are always around them. Movie nights, cooking, drinking wine (it’s the pandemic Leighton’s parentswouldn’t care about underage drinking bc they’re being responsible by doing at home…like they have any other choice but yk)

Leighton would 100% love being stuck with her gf all day everyday but she definitely hates her family being added to the mix. They go on drives all the time bc Leighton wants to take her gf away and spend time with her😭

Leighton then texting with R’s brother/sister and asking if they can stay in the spare apartment R’s family owns bc she needs to get away💀

Then they start sneaking off just to be alone🤭

They definitely bake together bc wtf else do they do during these desperate times when they’re not having sex?!😭

Alone Time

Leighton Murray x GN!reader

Summary: Leighton is willing to go to far measures to get you alone with her.

Warnings: L-bomb, just fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: So sorry it took so long, I am behind on all my requests because of school. Just hang in there, y'all!

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You love Leighton, and because you love her, you want her parents to love you. Especially with her mother and brother, it is truly a hit or miss. Luckily, you won them over with your charming and caring personality, and innate knowledge of sports, movies, and celebrity gossip. 

Thankfully you got them to love you just before the pandemic hit, causing you to be stuck with them almost 24/7. You had been visiting with Leighton over a break when the news was revealed, and your parents lived across the country so you wouldn’t have been able to stay with them. The Murrays generously offered to let you stay with them at their brownstone, and you jumped at the chance to live with your girlfriend and her family.

You loved becoming even closer with them, especially because you wanted to be with Leighton for the rest of your life. You would hold movie nights, game nights, and various other events to keep everyone entertained and distracted from the time pandemic put in all of your hands. 

At first Leighton loved to spend her time with you and her family, but soon it started to get old. She wanted to have time with you to herself, instead of having to seemingly share you with her parents and brother at all times. Every time she tried to just be with you, her mom would snatch you away to talk about some gossip she had just heard or her brother would steal you to watch the Yankees game on TV. Even her dad seemed to be conspiring to never let you two have any alone time!

Finally, it gets to be too much for her. She reaches out to your brother, asking him to let the doorman of the apartment your family has in New York know that the two of you would be coming by. He teases her for a bit before telling her he would, and she thanks him profusely. The day after he texts her back, she snatches you up from the couch next to her brother and dad, and drags you out to the car. You are confused, but you follow her obediently. 

As you walk around to the driver’s side, thinking that this was just one of your ‘let’s get away for an hour’ drives, Leighton runs around you and blocks your way. “No. I’m driving today.” This catches you off guard, as your girlfriend was a notorious passenger princess. You decide not to question it, but your suspicion never fully dissipates.

As she drives, you notice that she seems to have a purpose. She was taking you somewhere, not just driving around aimlessly. When she pulls up outside of your parents' New York apartment building, you let out a laugh. “Seriously, baby? Did you call my brother?” When she nods shyly, you giggle and wrap your arm around her, pulling her into your side. 

You walk inside, thanking the doorman when he gives you the key and hopping right into the elevator. When you get to your floor, you unlock the door and Leighton quickly pulls you inside. She grabs your face and kisses you deeply, catching you off guard. Your surprise quickly fades, and you melt into the kiss as it gets softer. When Leighton pulls back for a breath, she sighs, “Finally. I haven’t been able to do that in forever.”

You laugh again, making a pretty blush form on Leighton’s cheeks. “Baby, we’ve made out almost every day.” She hides her face in your neck, murmuring something unintelligible. “What was that?” She repeats it, and this time it is audible. “We haven’t been able to do that without being interrupted or without other people around. We can finally hang out alone.” 

You grin at your girlfriend before moving further into the apartment. “Okay, Leight. We’re alone now. What do you wanna do?” Leighton thinks about it for a moment. “I want to bake something.” You roll your eyes at her, but still smile, knowing how this was going to go. “Oh, you want to bake something? Or do you want me to bake while you sit on the counter and ‘look pretty’? Your words, not mine.” Leighton lets out a carefree laugh that makes you smile softly at her. 

“Mmmm… The second one sounds good.” She grabs your hand and leads you into the kitchen, and you get to work baking her some cookies. She hoists herself up onto the counter and watches you move around the kitchen fluidly, every once and a while pulling you in for a short kiss. When everything is put together and you put the cookie dough into the oven, Leighton pulls you in between her legs. She latches onto you, locking you in and holding you as close as possible.

You smile at her and wrap your arms around her body, holding her close. When the timer goes off for the cookies, you have to untangle yourself as best as you can with the resistance from Leighton. When you pull the tray out, Leighton seems to completely forget about cuddling, and instead grabs the treats away so that she can have them herself. You laugh before trying to snatch a few back, but instead, Leighton holds a piece of a cookie out to feed to you.

You open your mouth for her, letting her put it inside before chewing and letting the delicious taste consume your taste buds. When you open your eyes again, Leighton is already looking at you with a lovesick look on her face. She places her arms around your neck and surely states, “I love you, baby.” 

You smile down at her, wrapping your arms around her waist. “I love you too, Leight. So, so, so much.” You pull her into a hug, knowing that even in these difficult times, you would still have her support through all of it. She was the one for you, through thick and thin. Leighton Murray was the love of your life, and not even a pandemic could change that.

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[piratekane]

7 or 8

eight: i heard you talking in your sleep

Ava waits impatiently, drumming her fingertips against her knee as Bea moves around the kitchen. A jar of peach preserves lands on the table in front of her, followed by a knife. She follows strong fingers up to strong arms and shoulders, finally meeting Bea's eyes.

"Yes?" she asks innocently.

"If you're just going to sit there, be useful."

Ava beams. "As you wish." She doesn't linger on the pretty blush that rushes across Bea's face, granting her an ounce of mercy. She knows Bea appreciates it. But it doesn't stop Ava from saying it every chance she can, since they watched The Princess Bride a few nights ago. She knows Bea found it romantic.

And maybe Ava is pushing this line they're drawn between each other, but she can't resist nudging it forward, seeing how far she can get before Bea just admits that there's something going on. She's never good at knowing when to leaving something alone.

She pops out of her seat at the same time the toast pops in the ancient toaster that came with their apartment. She dances across the kitchen, her hands ghosting Bea's hips as she stands at the stove, watching their eggs cook. She feels Bea shiver a little but tries her best to focus her attention on spreading preserves against the toast.

She doesn't last long.

"Good dreams last night?" she asks innocently.

Bea's breath hitches. A normal person - someone not obsessed with every minute detail of Beatrice - wouldn't notice. But Ava has never felt less normal than she does when she's around Bea. And for carrying a Holy Weapon under her skin, that's a pretty big feat.

"Fine," Beatrice says after a second. "Why?"

Ava abandons the toast, all pretenses gone. She turns around, pressing the small of her back into the counter behind her.

"Oh, just wondering," she sings. She purses her lips, counting the seconds in her head. One, two, three, fo-

Bea turns, a spatula in her hand. "Why are you wondering?"

Ava shrugs casually. "Just wondering," she repeats.

Ava - an expert at Bea's facial tics and the way she breathes and the way her fingers curl around something - doesn't miss the slight sigh as Bea reins in the trickle of frustration she's feeling.

Bea's eyes narrow. "If you have something to say, you should-"

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

Bea inhales sharply. Ava catalogs it, adding it the ever-growing list of things she loves about Beatrice.

"I wasn't aware," Bea says in a measured voice. But Ava sees the way her hand tightens around the spatula. The eggs sizzle behind her. "I hope it didn't keep you up."

It did. But Ava hadn't cared. She had propped her head up on her elbow and watched Bea in the moonlight, mouth moving as she breathed out things Ava was sure she'd never say out loud. It took everything in her not to wake Bea up.

"It wasn't a big deal." She turns back to the quickly-cooling toast, smiling to herself. She can feel the tension radiating off Bea from five feet away. She smiles to herself, resists the urge to bounce on the tips of her toes. She counts. One, two, thr-

"Do you- Uh, do you remember what I said?"

Ava looks back over her shoulder, schooling her face into something casual. "Oh, the usual stuff. Ava, you need to try harder. Ava, take this seriously." She watches Bea's shoulders - coiled and high up near her ears - start to relax. "Ava, I want to kiss you."

Bea's whole body goes rigid. Ava is sure that if she was any stronger, the spatula would crack in her hand. She fights a smile and gently crosses the room, curling her hand around Bea's and loosening her grasp on the spatula. It's their only one.

"I'm sure that I-" Bea swallows. "I'm sure that's not what I said."

"Oh, it definitely is." Ava doesn't pull her hand away from Bea's. Instead, her replaces the spatula with her own hand. "But in a very dignified way. Like Mr. Darcy. That's the guy, right?" She takes a small step in, watching in delight as Bea takes a step back. She's dangerously close to the stove so Ava reaches around her, turning the burner off. "It was flattering."

Bea's face is bright red, freckles like stars across her cheeks. "I'm so sorry," she breathes, voice laced with something Ava might call shame. She frowns. That's not what she wanted. But Bea sees her frown and rushes to add, "It's not my intention to make you uncomfortable. And we- It's just been the two of us. I-" Her eyes start to shimmer. "I cannot apologize enough. I understand if you- I'll sleep on the couch."

"Woah, slow down." Ava ducks her head to catch Bea's eyes. She brushes her thumb across Bea's knuckles. Her other hand hovers over Bea's hip but she doesn't dare let it fall yet. "I'm not mad."

Bea blinks a few times. "I understand if you-"

"I'm not mad or uncomfortable," she interrupts. Bea's mouth snaps closed audibly. She looks down at her hand hovering and back up at Bea. She searches Bea's eyes and finds something that lets her know it'd be okay to touch Bea. Her hand lands lightly against her hip. She watches Bea fight off a shiver. "Actually, I'm..."

"Don't say flattered," Bea says in a halting voice, like she's pulling the words out from clenched teeth.

Ava smiles softly. "I won't say that, then." She strokes her thumb across Bea's hipbone. She can't hide the shiver this time. "How about I say... I've been waiting for you to say that."

Bea's eyes widen slightly, her mouth falling open. "You..."

"Me." Ava lowers her hand to Bea's other hip. This time when she steps in, Bea doesn't step back. "And if it's a relief, really. Because I was worried I was the only one feeling this. But I'm not. Right?" A tendril of doubt ripples through her. Maybe she read it wrong.

But Bea just stares at her for a moment before she shakes her nearly imperceptibly. Relief blossoms in her chest.

"Cool. Cool, cool." Ava's smile starts slow but spreads wide. She takes another step in. She can see the panic in Bea's eyes and she wants it to disappear. Her hand tighten a little more purposefully. "So I think we have two options, right? The first is that we totally forget this conversation happened and the next time you start talking in your sleep, I'll ignore it."

Bea's throat bobs as she swallows. "And the second option?"

"I kiss you right now."

"Oh," Bea breathes.

"Oh," Ava echoes with a smile. Bea doesn't move, seemingly frozen. Ava knows she needs to be gentle, to approach this like she's trying to convince a fawn to come closer. So she lifts a hand, rests it against Bea's cheek, and smiles. "Beatrice, I'm going to kiss you."

She doesn't wait. She follows the words right to Bea's lips, pressing her own softly against them. Bea is frozen underneath her and Ava thinks about pulling back before Bea moves, coming alive. Her hand curls around Ava's neck, pulling her back in those few precious inches Ava had put between them. It feels like a long stretch in a patch of sunlight, like coming home and taking off her shoes, like sliding into fresh sheets.

The kiss ebbs into a smile and they stay pressed together like that for a moment before Ava tips her head back, pressing an even softer kiss to Bea's forehead.

"Oh," Bea says again.

Ava smiles. "Same."

"I've been waiting for you to do that," Bea admits. "I couldn't- It couldn't be me."

Ava strokes her thumb across Bea's cheek. "Well, now we've done it. And we're going to keep doing that." It isn't a question, but Bea nods anyway. "In fact, we're going to start right now."

"But breakfast is-"

Ava leans in, stopping the rest of the words. She's never wanted a meal less in her life. Bea doesn't seem to hesitate either, kissing her back instantly. Ava smiles and feels Bea's fingers flex on her neck and feels like they could face anything together and win every time.

[vampzxi]

𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕!𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

another filler bc the shuriri fic is almost done! 😭 i’m sorry for the lag ive just had writers block. but i saw @inmyheadimobsessed ‘s post abt shuri being a silly jokester and that’s what inspired this :3

highschool!riri headcanons here!

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academic

・❥・top of her class, obviously

・❥・probably tutors on the side

・❥・argues with teachers if they get something slightly incorrect

・❥・gets finished with her work early and bothers other people in class

・❥・gets in trouble for bothering people but everyone loves her stupid jokes

・❥・plays pranks on the teacher during test day

・❥・turns in her work late because she either forgets to or she’s too focused on making it perfect

・❥・hates group work and always bribes her partners into just letting them doing it herself so they get a good grade

・❥・mutters to herself while working, slightly pissing off the people around her

・❥・favorite subject is science and she wastes class time by ranting to her teacher about science

・❥・spends more time at school than she does at home

・❥・huge procrastinator

・❥・messy notes

・❥・doesn’t show her work, much to the dismay of her teachers

・❥・doesn’t bother to raise her hand in class

・❥・willingly shares her notes with anyone…for a price of course

social

・❥・jokester, rarely takes anything seriously unless it’s about her schoolwork

・❥・chronic class skipper, only attends if she feels it’s necessary

・❥・dabbles in the za 🍃 but not a stoner. just in social situations really

・❥・hopeless romantic but very awkward. she’ll gush to her friends about a girl but clam up when she actually talks to her crush

・❥・makes sex jokes. a lot. maybe too much.

・❥・has a burner tiktok account where she trolls people

・❥・loves parties but gets overstimulated really quickly

・❥・loves kids and will babysit for anyone. she makes little trinkets for each of the kids she watches

・❥・robotics club team captain

・❥・terrible at sports but loves to run. tried track and field in her freshman year

・❥・throws on sweatpants or a tracksuit whenever she wakes up

・❥・refuses to eat school lunch, will go off-campus with riri to eat

・❥・does everything with riri, literally attached to the hip

・❥・cat lover

・❥・video game nerd, favorite games include mortal kombat and smash bros

・❥・fidgeter

・❥・dislikes traditionally girly things, but loves jewelry and chains

・❥・guilty pleasure is hyper-pop music, but will deny it if anyone asks

romantic

・❥・if you do have a crush on her, good luck, bc she’ll be too oblivious to notice ☠️

・❥・her love language is touch, she’ll absentmindedly fidget with your hair or tap her fingers on your leg

・❥・knarly morning breath.

・❥・cant cook for shit so she relies on you for food

・❥・favorite date place is escape rooms or fairs/arcades

・❥・terrible road rage, so you’re usually in charge of transportation ☠️

・❥・leaves cute notes in your locker or texts them to you through the day

・❥・will blow your phone up with memes (usually dad jokes but you laugh at them bc it’s shuri…)

・❥・very possessive

・❥・offers to do your work for you multiple times, but the teachers know her so well that they can tell if she did someone else’s work

・❥・stupid flirty jokes that aren’t funny but they make you laugh anyways

・❥・very one-track minded, so sometimes she’ll forget to text you back. she makes it up to you in other ways

・❥・gets unreasonably upset if you start watching something without her

・❥・has a tongue piercing 🤫

・❥・posts you on her story/insta a lot, maybe too much. but she loves you too much to not show you off

・❥・very tender headed, will not let anyone but you style her hair

・❥・has a million alarms that she sleeps through, so you have to borderline punch her every morning to wake her up (heavy sleeper)

・❥・little spoon

・❥・favorite place to kiss you is under your ear or forehead

this was lowk so much fun to make ngl. i might do one for riri :3 thanks for reading! (shuriri fic is still on the works don’t worry) leave your headcanons in the replies or reblogs!

[foxofsunholt]

Valentine's day fluffy facts about ROs? Pretty please? 🥺

Happy Valentine's! ....a little late. I'm not sure what constitutes a fluffy fact but I tried to think of some lighter things about the characters that I haven't shared already <3 So here's one general detail + one specific way that they care for the rest of the team.

Adelaide — Has a surprising love for teasing people (maybe less surprisingly when you consider that Camille is her best friend) / Is constantly checking in with people, assessing their feelings regarding outcomes and situations. She takes the time to ask people what they're thinking and does take opinions seriously. She's the one that keeps track of birthdays and plans parties and etc. Mars — Sings/hums to himself in quiet moments / Though a talented cook and baker in his own right, Mars recognizes that Sidney finds a lot of fulfillment in being able to cook and so he takes a secondary role in the kitchen, happily assisting Sid. Mars also prefers more elaborate, labor extensive meals and so will bust out a very lovingly made baked good for special occasions. And yes, of course, there's always fresh bread with Mars around. Camille — Calls Mars "Marzipan" / Every night, she goes through the effort of setting coffee (& hot water for tea) to brew automatically in the morning, making sure it's there for the first person who wakes up (which is usually Mars); she claims this is for herself but she doesn't drink coffee nor does she need that much hot water. + SUPER FUN EXTRA DETAIL: Shares a sweet tooth with Adelaide, they used to sneak extra sweet rolls together. Though Adelaide has largely grown out of needing to have sugar with everything, Camille most certainly has not. She also extra spices her dishes. Sid — The dedicated cook, Sid makes sure no one goes hungry. He takes the labor of cooking a fresh meal everyday, specializing in working in big portions. Sidney tries to slowly work out of you what your favorite type of food is, depending on how much time you spend with him, and he will cook it for you! Faith — Has an individual nickname for everyone / Makes sure everyone takes a moment to relax; Faith can be seen in strange pairings, giving everyone a moment to unwind with her. Yoon — The first person who notices your MC's feelings towards their chosen romance (unless you're romancing him, in which case, HAHAHAAHA) / Yoon always takes the second last shift of the watch (the one that involves disrupting sleep), recognizing that it is the least favorable one, though he claims he needs the extra time to "pretty up".

[ship-it]

You Get What You Deserve

a/n: Made specifically for Cherry X Bucky @your-darling-gaze X @soldier-bucky-barnes. I hope this short fic is enjoyed! DMs and Inbox is still open! Pairing: Bucky x Cherry Warnings: Romance, love, sadness, unworthiness. Summary: Bucky is feeling unworthy so he puts himself down but Cherry firmly reminds him she loves him a lot and it escalates somewhat. w/c: 2k

In the cozy kitchen of their shared apartment in Brooklyn, Bucky Barnes was sitting at the small dining table, a stack of bills spread out in front of him as he intently studied each one. His ruggedly handsome features were slightly furrowed in concentration, his gaze flickering from one bill to another.

Meanwhile, his fiancee, Cherry, was humming pleasantly to herself as she busied herself at the stove, stirring a pot of what smelled like a delicious meal. The sweet aroma of spices and simmering sauce filled the air, adding to the cozy ambiance of the evening.

Bucky couldn't help but glance up periodically from the bills, stealing glimpses of Cherry as she went about her cooking endeavors. His steel-blue eyes softened as he watched her, his heart warming at the sight of her. He loved to simply observe her, admiring her effortless grace and the way she seemed to bring warmth and life to everything she did.

Seeing that the food was nearing completion, Cherry glanced over her shoulder, catching Bucky looking at her. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she met his gaze. "Stop staring and get back to your bills, dear," she teased, her voice melodic and tinged with amusement.

Bucky chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks taking on the slightest hint of a flush. "I can't help it," he replied, a boyish grin spreading across his face. "You're just too damn gorgeous to not look at, sweetheart."

Cherry rolled her eyes, but her smile widened in response to his flattering remark. "I'm not the one who looks like he stepped straight out of a Hollywood movie, you know," she teased, returning her attention to the stove.

Bucky chuckled again, lowering his gaze back to the bills in front of him. "You're biased," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're my beautiful fiancee, you're supposed to think I'm handsome."

Chery stirred the pot of food once more before turning around fully to face Bucky. Leaning against the countertop, she gave him a knowing smile. "Oh, trust me, I do," she replied, her eyes glittering with appreciation. "But that doesn't change the fact that you look like you were sculpted by the gods themselves, Sergeant."

Bucky couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through his chest at her words. No matter how many times Cherry told him how attractive she found him, it never failed to make his heart race. Clearing his throat, he tried to feign nonchalance. "Well, I don't know about being sculpted by the gods, doll, but I might have hit the genetic jackpot," he said, a sly grin on lips.

Cherry playfully narrowed her eyes at him, a smirk on her face. "Oh, the ego on you, Mr. Barnes," she teased, feigning annoyance. "But I suppose you're right. You definitely won the genetic lottery, even without the super-soldier perks."

Bucky chuckled, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "What can I say? I've got good genes and a beautiful woman who appreciates them," he replied, winking at her. He leaned back in his chair, shifting the bills to one side. "Seriously, though, you're too good for me, doll. I don't deserve you."

Cherry made her way over to him, a tender look in her eyes. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her touch soothing and comforting. "Now, stop that," she said softly, her voice filled with love and reassurance. "You know I hate it when you talk like that. You deserve the world, James. And I'm the lucky one to have you."

Bucky looked up at her, his eyes softening at her words. He reached up, placing his metal hand over hers, the cool touch of the vibranium contrasting with her warm skin. "Sometimes I still can't believe I have you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "This feels like a dream, doll. A beautiful, perfect dream I'm afraid I'm going to wake up from any moment now."

Cherry's heart ached at his vulnerable admission. The pain and fear that still lingered within him when it came to happiness and love were not lost on her. She squeezed his hand, her touch conveying her unwavering support and adoration. "I'm not going anywhere, Bucky," she assured him, her voice firm yet tender. "This is real, and we're in it together, for good."

Bucky's grip on her hand tightened, as if he were trying to anchor himself to her, to this reality where he was loved and treasured for the man he was, not the weapon he had been. He lifted her hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss on her knuckles. "I don't deserve you," he whispered once more, though there was a hint of resignation in his voice, as though he knew it was a losing battle to argue against her stubbornness.

Cherry smiled, her heart full of love and determination. She shifted positions, moving to stand between his legs. Leaning down, she cupped his face in her hands, her eyes meeting his intently. "Listen to me, James Buchanan Barnes," she said firmly, her voice filled with unwavering devotion. "You are good, and you are worthy. You deserve every ounce of happiness and love this world has to offer. And I'm not letting you doubt that for a second. You understand?"

Bucky's breath caught in his throat at her words, her touch, her fierce determination to make him believe in his own worth. He reached up, his metal hand encircling her wrist as his human one settled at her hip. Looking up at her, his eyes shimmered with a mixture of gratitude, admiration, and vulnerability. "How did I get so damn lucky?" he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotions.

Cherry chuckled softly, her gaze softening even more as she looked down at him. "You don't get lucky, love," she replied, leaning closer to him. "You get what you deserve, and you deserve someone who sees the real you and loves every single part of you, especially the parts you don't want to love about yourself."

Bucky's heart clenched in his chest, her words like a soothing balm to his weary soul. He pulled her closer, his arms circling her waist, pulling her onto his lap until she was straddling him, their bodies pressed together. His forehead rested against hers, his eyes closed as he soaked in her presence, her warmth, her unwavering love. "When did you get so insightful, doll?" he murmured, a hint of playful awe in his voice.

Cherry laughed, the sound like music to his ears. She settled herself comfortably on his lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she nuzzled her nose against his. "Oh, I've always been a wise one," she teased, a cheeky twinkle in her eyes. "You just haven't been paying enough attention, Sergeant."

Bucky feigned offense, his eyes widened in exaggerated shock. "Me, not paying attention to you? Is that what you think, doll?" he asked, his tone dripping with mock hurt. His hands roamed up and down her back, drawing patterns along her spine, relishing in the warmth and comfort of her closeness.

Cherry smirked, pretending to pout. "That's exactly what I think," she retorted, her voice filled with playful teasing. "You're too busy brooding and thinking lowly of yourself to notice just how brilliant and amazing I am."

Bucky couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter at her response. "Oh, you're brilliant and amazing, all right," he agreed, his hands now resting on her hips, his fingers drawing small circles on her skin beneath her shirt. "But don't worry, I've got plenty of time to appreciate you. I'm planning on spending the rest of my life doing just that."

Cherry's heart skipped a beat at his words. Despite the joking and teasing tone, there was a gravity, a sincerity to his words that sent a shiver down her spine. She wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders, holding him closer still. "Promise?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky pulled her even closer, his embrace tight and protective. He pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, his voice firm and solemn when he replied. "I promise, doll. I ain't going anywhere. You're stuck with me, for better or for worse. Until the very end of the line."

Cherry's eyes shone with unshed tears, her heart swelling with overwhelming love for this man who had promised to stay by her side. She leaned her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart underneath her ear. "I'll hold you to that, James," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Bucky tightened his arms around her, his chin resting atop her head. He breathed in the scent of her hair, taking comfort and strength from her presence. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he said quietly, his voice tinged with a mix of wonder and gratitude. "I still can't believe you're real sometimes, that you're mine."

Cherry let out a soft sigh, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the curve of his back. "And I can't believe you're mine, Sergeant," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of affection and disbelief. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you with everything I am, and I'm not going anywhere either."

Bucky's heart skipped a beat at her words. No matter how many times she said it, hearing her declare her love for him never failed to send a rush of warmth through his veins. He lifted her head, his fingers gently guiding her chin upwards so that he could look into her eyes. "You know, doll," he said huskily, "you keep saying stuff like that, and I might just have to kiss you senseless right here and now."

Cherry's eyes sparkled mischievously at his suggestive tone. "Oh, really?" she asked, feigning innocence even as her hands roamed up to his shoulders. "And what's stopping you, Sergeant?"

Bucky smirked, his eyes darkening with a mixture of teasing and desire. "Nothing, doll," he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper. "Absolutely nothing." With that, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, claiming her mouth possessively, his hands tightening on her hips, pulling her even closer until there was no space between them.

Cherry gasped into his mouth, her hands clinging onto him as the kiss deepened. She met his fervor with her own, her tongue dancing with his in a passionate embrace. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her body molding against his as she matched his intensity with a fervor of her own.

Bucky groaned against her mouth, the sound a mixture of pleasure and need. His hands roamed up her back, his fingers tracing the dip of her spine. He pulled her even closer, their bodies pressed tautly together, his kisses growing hungrier, more demanding. The world around them faded into oblivion, the only thing that mattered was the feel of her in his arms, the taste of her on his lips.

Cherry's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, her thoughts clouded by the fiery passion that crackled between them. She arched into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair as she met his fervor with a fervor of her own. Her heart thundered in her chest, her breathing labored as she returned his kisses with an equal intensity, her body responding to his touch in ways that only heightened their mutual desire.

Bucky trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck, worshipping every inch of her exposed skin. His hands roamed over her curves, caressing and memorizing every contour. He nipped and sucked at her pulse point, eliciting a gasp from her. "You're mine," he muttered between kisses, his voice harsh with need and possession. "All mine."

Cherry's head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as his mouth traveled across her skin, igniting a fire within her that only he could evoke. "Yours," she whispered, her voice breathless with desire and surrender. "Always yours, James."

[bengiyo]

She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat 2 Eps 5-8 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we returned to my favorite ladies. They realized they were spending too much on their hangouts, so made the silly decision to just stop hanging out. That broke fairly quickly at least and they just started having more cost-effective meals together. Nomoto got a full time position along with her work bestie, and they're thriving. Nomoto watched her first lesbian film, and has made an internet friend. Kasuga noticed their new neighbor, and so they have begun the process of befriending her.

Episode 5

Very glad both of my favorite food shows with LGBT couples are wading directly into the importance of marriage equality.

Fuck yes we're getting back to the cabbage rolls!

YES!! A WATCH PARTY!!! Invite Kasuga!!

Kasuga is so careful with Nagumo. I'm not sure I'm reading exactly how determined each of them is being about being polite as Kasuga tries to be helpful.

Oh, Nagumo, I hope you find a way to be comfortable eating with them eventually.

Now, Nomoto, you were so close to telling her. Come on!

These cabbage rolls look good. I hadn't thought about putting them in a soup.

Yes, stay focused on Nagumo! We must befriend her!

Episode 6

I like introducing a character who struggles with eating with others into this show. I'm relieved it's only about eating in front of strangers.

That was an incredible eye roll from Kasuga to the message from her aunt.

Kasuga overhearing older women unpack their disdain for the caregiver expectation placed on them them is a good choice.

An asexual lesbian who wants to watch her stories with others. She is one of us. This is the gay sex and celibacy website z after all.

I like Yaku! She was warm to Nomoto, asked a good question about snacks. Admitted she doesn't like cooking in a way that doesn't make Nomoto's hobby seem bad. Then they enjoyed a film together.

Yaku is great. She's letting Nomoto lead here, and giving her encouragement to continue sharing.

Come through, Yaku! There is room for all types of lesbians! Quiet gays who maybe don't want to have a ton of sex can sit with us too!

"Are we in a drama?" Yes, Yaku, and you are the cool, self-actualized queer.

I'm glad Nomoto can share! This will definitely help her get out of her own head.

Episode 7

Oh, is her name Yako? I will start using that spelling.

Sayama, thank you for trying to help your friend confess to her crush, but she is determined for this to be a slow burn show.

Kasuga backs in to park She's better than all of us.

This conversation is ugly. The dad doesn't think he or the eldest son should do anything to help with elder care, but Kasuga should give up her entire life to take care of people who disrespect her. I can see why she's avoided them for this long.

I'm glad we already knew that Kasuga was not given enough to eat in the first season, so this is all reaffirming it and letting us examine the long term impacts.

They're all sharing on the balcony!

They're making donuts together!!!

Nagumo seems like she had a good time, and they're encouraging her to eat some on her own.

Childhood trauma episode, I see.

Nomoto and Kasuga have so much grace for Nagumo. They let her share about herself, asked her how they can best support her, and Nomoto even encouraged Kasuga to take some donuts home so Nagumo isn't the only one leaving with food.

Episode 8

SAYAMA GETS DONUTS TOO! I love this show!!!

Wow, this conversation between Kasuga and Ms. Fujita hit me. The seriousness with which she stressed to Kasuga not to give up her life for her parents landed so hard. This is complicated for me, because I've accepted that my role as the oldest will be that of caregiver in the future.

They turned her room into a storage space and still just expect her to clean it up. I'm glad she put her foot down here. I do believe in giving back the love and care we've received to our parents when they get older, but you are giving back what was given to you. Kasuga is right to not want to spend her adulthood as a household servant to an ungrateful man and his mother.

Wow, this Chosen Family scene took me right the fuck out.

Nomoto is correct. I will also not forgive Kasuga's father for making her feel like this.

She almost said it! We're getting close!

I'm so glad we're expanding the cast this season to deal with more issues affecting Japanese women. I really like that they spent two episodes on Kasuga deciding that the family she's building here is more important to her than the family that mistreated her. I'm so happy that Nomoto has another lesbian friend to talk to. I'm so relieved that Nagumo is opening up to them and starting to share in the warmth our ladies have offered her. I will be thinking about that donut scene for a while. I'm so happy that we have so much more time with them this season.

[dawneternal]

Take the World in Your Hands Eris x Elain | pt. 3

Summary: Eris's brothers catch wind of his proposal to Nesta. They plan to find and deliver her to their father as a gift, surely winning his favor. Their plan takes a turn when they kidnap the wrong Archeron sister and Eris finds her in the Autumn Court dungeon.

all aboard the crack ship???

Warnings: None

Notes: This part is not the best but we're building up to things!! I am trying to turn their handful of days together into a slow burn

Word Count: 1.8k

Ao3 Link / Masterlist

While Elain slept, Eris rummaged through the cabin and managed to find a balm that helped combat the effects of faebane. It was not as good as the updated antidote that the Dawn Court had created, but it would speed things up. Enough that he insisted he was capable of cooking dinner, though he still dragged a chair to the stove to sit on while he stirred.

Elain had slept most of the day, waking in the late afternoon as the sun became more gentle, filling the cabin with golden light instead of a harsh glare off the snow. Eris tried not to be too endeared by her sleepy eyes and messy braid, but a small part of him wanted her to be his. To wrap the sleepy girl in his arms and press a kiss to her forehead.

Everything that made her adorable had faded into a darker, more sinful shade as she had bandaged his ribs. Eris was never one to feel shameful of any form of debauchery. But her touch, so light it could almost be construed as innocent, had set him ablaze with a strange shame he had never felt. Like he didn't deserve it. He had assumed from her shy nature that any touching and teasing from her was a rare gift.

Now, sitting on a chair in front of the stove, he shook his head free of his thoughts. But not before feeling a bit of pity for his little brother, who he knew had not yet won her heart. If he had Lucien as enamored as he felt, he must be suffering.

Elain had begrudgingly agreed to let him cook, as long as he stayed sitting. But she was waiting until the morning to decide if he was ready for a trip into town.

"You take your shopping very seriously," She said when he protested, "you'd fit into the Night Court well, in that way."

"You can make your own dinner if you compare me to them again," Eris grumbled.

"I would have made it myself, but you insisted." She sat on the floor of the kitchen, back against a counter cabinet. She had pulled her knees up to her chest and tucked her legs under the fabric of her skirt.

"Yes, because you made the last two." He had found sandwiches pre-made in the fridge when he grew hungry around lunch time. Another thing she had probably done to pass the time while she couldn't sleep.

"It's supposed to be a lady's job, anyways." Elain said, tossing her braid over her shoulder. Even though she really believe that.

"How very archaic for the Night Court," Eris smirked.

"But not the for the Autumn Court, I suppose." Elain regretted the words as soon as they had come out. She wasn't sure where the indignation had come from it. It had been almost like an instinct.

She watched as Eris face twitched, and then a calm mask of detachment slipped into place. One she had not seen since he had come to her cell. By the mother, was that only yesterday?

"Not for Beron, you mean." Eris said quietly, his voice far away and icy to match the mask.

"I'm sorry," Elain whispered, shrinking into herself, "I didn't mean-"

"It's ready," He interrupted. He spooned stew into a bowl and held it out to her, keeping his eyes on the stove. Then he filled his own and winnowed the few feet to the kitchen table, sitting with his back to her.

Elain stood still for a moment, watching the steam curling up from her bowl. Apologizing again would do no good. She knew he didn't want to be pitied. He wore his pride around him like a solid shield.

Standing in the silence, her eyes drifted toward the curve of his neck and the small sliver of muscle that was visible above the collar of his shirt. His red hair fell in soft waves against his neck. He may be leaner than the Night Court warriors, but his sleeves were still snug around his biceps.

Eris sighed, pulling Elain from her thoughts. As insistent as she may be about propriety, Elain was not above admiring beautiful things.

"Come and sit," He said, though the warmth had not returned to his voice yet.

"Thank you for the soup," Elain scurried to sit behind him.

Then it was quiet again. Only the sounds of the crackling fire and the still-bubbling pot on the stove, mixing with the clink of spoons against ceramic bowls.

"Thought for a thought?" Elain asked, tentative. The thing Feyre always said when Elain was quiet. Eris said nothing for a moment, but he did seem to be considering.

"There are a lot of things about the Autumn Court that I wish were different," He sighed. Elain had a feeling that this was the Eris that most other people saw. Closed off, moping. An impenetrable wall of gloom around him.

"But there are things you love about it," Elain prodded.

"It is beautiful," He relented after another pause, voice finally beginning to soften, "And peaceful - in some parts. And I do love my hounds."

"Hounds?" Elain's eyes lit up.

Eris looked at her for a moment, more ice thawing by the second. He stepped across the room and grabbed a photo frame from the desk. He placed the frame on the table in front of her and sat back down.

Elain picked it up gingerly. A weathered, sepia photo of a dozen sleek, beautiful hounds sitting in a row, in a frame of carved maple leaves. Foliage of all colors piled up on the ground around them, dappled light across the whole image. Elain looked back at him, beaming.

"What was your thought?" He asked, his eyes smiling back at her. She liked this Eris more. The one who was tender and not ashamed of loving things. The one who teased her and talked to her almost like a friend.

"I'm thinking it's a shame how much pretending you do," She said, setting the frame on the table. Her boldness could push him right back into his fortress, but she took the risk.

"Maybe so, but that's a thought about me, not about you." Eris shrugged.

"There's not supposed to be rules to it. But ask me a question, if you want to know something about me."

"What was the falling out in the night court?" He eyed her as he said it, watching the hint of a scowl pass over her face.

Indeed, she was struggling not to let hypocrisy win and close in on herself in response.

"It's embarrassing," Elain protested.

"You know plenty of embarrassing things about me," Eris countered, gaze still on her as he sipped another spoonful of soup.

"I do not. I barely know you."

"Fine, then I'll tell you something embarrassing about myself next."

"You're a busy body and a gossip," Elain rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, arms crossed. She kept her eyes on the table as she spoke. "I heard of something Rhysand had done. Something that changed the course of things for me a great deal. It happened quite a while ago, so I probably shouldn't care. But I do, anyways. Especially because he never would have told me himself. No one would have. Nesta let it slip because she had too much to drink, and she probably only knew because she squeezed it out of Cassian."

"What did he do?" Eris asked, engrossed.

"He forbid someone I cared for from seeing me," Elain gritted out between her teeth. She flashed him a look, warning him not to ask any follow up questions.

But he asked, anyways, "The shadowsinger?"

"How did you know?" Elain cried, blush creeping up her neck and the points of her ears.

"Well he wouldn't forbid a man from seeing his mate, so it couldn't be Lucien. Unless it's a stranger to me, that leaves Azriel. Everyone else is mated."

"Azriel is mated too," She said, voice full of bitter longing, "But he wasn't back then. They're on a honeymoon, now. Rhysand was furious with Nesta, though they're always furious with each other over something. She and Cassian have been visiting Illyrian camps since then, and Rhysand is back and forth between the Hewn City and Velaris, basically hiding from me."

"So you were alone," Eris finished softly.

"You can see how I might prefer to be here," Elain offered a weak smile.

"Stuck in a tiny cabin with a grumpy Autumn heir, hiding from his barbaric brothers and the overbearing High Lord of Night. I'm flattered."

"Tell me something embarrassing," Elain demanded.

"I tend to snore," He confessed, the corners of his mouth creeping up into a smile.

"I know that already!" She cried.

"My point stands, lady. You already know many embarrassing things about me." Such a crooning tone and teasing grin. A little part of her wanted to smack it off his face. He would probably enjoy it, the deviant.

"You do not play fair," Elain snatched her dish and brought it to the sink.

"But I thought there weren't any rules," Eris followed, standing far too close once again. How he loved to pin her, this way.

"Must everything always be a game?" Elain tried to pretend he was not so close, desperately pushing down the heat in her body.

"Something tells me you're not as averse to games as you try to seem," He answered, his breath hot against her ear. He was close enough to see the goosebumps that spread over her skin.

They were still for a moment, Eris waiting to see what she would do. Elain trying to make a decision as her heart thundered in her chest.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, turning her head enough to catch a glimpse of him in her peripheral.

Eris's smirk faded as if her words had woken him from a trance. He stepped back and opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again and leave her there in the kitchen. He grabbed a book and settled on the sofa, beginning to read with rapt attention.

As soon as he stepped away, the air around Elain felt cold and empty. It brought her back to that Solstice night, standing by herself in the hallway. Lonely and rejected. A mistake.

Overcome by a blend of unpleasant feelings, Elain sat down by the fire and rested her chin on her knees, basking in the warmth of the fire to replace Eris's closeness.

At some point, she had laid on her side and fallen asleep. When she woke again, in the middle of the night, she was back on the comfortable sofa, quilt tucked in tightly around her. Eris's soft breathing across the room lulled her back to sleep. She dreamt of autumn sunshine, the smell of fallen leaves, and of hot cider on a cold fall night.

[lonesome-witching]

Memory Lane

Late posting because my mom just got home from a trip and things have been busy. Anyway, today we go back to some previous prompts and dive into the no way home spiderman ronance au. (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 )

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

“What are you reading?” Robin asked as she walked into the room. Nancy tried not to look up, but she couldn’t refrain herself. Robin’s hair was stuck to her face, her spiderman outfit tight around her muscles.

“A book on memory loss.”

Robin stopped walking. “It’s not going to work.”

Nancy closed the book. “That might be so, but I didn’t find any books on magic.”

“I don’t think there is anything we can do to bring your memory back.”

“I refuse to believe that.”

Robin sat down on the couch in Nancy’s apartment. They’d been doing this often. Robin coming over as if she belonged there. They’d kiss sometimes. Or they’d watch a movie, or they would talk until the sun came up. It felt an awful lot like a relationship. Nancy wouldn’t mind if it was one.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Robin sighed.

“Do you have any ideas? You know much more about magic than I do.”

“Well, in reality I don’t know all that much about magic. I just got some help from— Never mind. I don’t really know what could help, sorry.”

Nancy nodded her head.

-

Robin hadn’t been all too excited to take a trip down memory lane. But she did it anyway. For Nancy. It was plain to see that she didn’t like being here. The here in question was the Starcourt mall.

“This is where we first met. Or at least, seriously met. I had a job over there, at Scoops Ahoy, with Steve. And you were here with your boyfriend, Jonathan, when this freak monster attacked. It was after closing, but Steve would allow you stay longer because he wanted to get you back. I didn’t have the time to put my suit on, so I just went for it in that stupid sailor uniform. After I saved your life, you know what you said?”

Nancy shook her head. She liked listening to Robin’s voice. “I wish I did.”

“I saved your lives and you just looked at me and said, ‘who are you?’ It was kind of hilarious.”

“I did not say that,” Nancy gasped.

“You sure did. Nothing coming back to you yet?”

“No, sorry.”

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault.”

“Maybe we should try roleplaying. You in that sailor uniform with the short shorts?” Nancy suggested with a teasing smile on her face.

“Is that something you’re into? Because I still have that uniform in the back of my closet.”

Nancy hummed.

-

They were sitting across from each other. Candles and fully filled plates in between them.

“Our first date.”

“You were romantic.”

“Actually, you organized it. You cooked and everything. It was lovely.”

Nancy cleared her throat. She had never put much effort in her dates. Steve and Jonathan had been forced to do all the work. She couldn’t imagine doing this much for someone. And yet, she believed it.

“In that case we didn’t mimic it all that well. You cooked tonight.”

“Well, yeah. I remember what we had for dinner, and I thought it’d be easier if I just went ahead and made it. We can always try again with you cooking.”

“I’m honestly a very bad cook. I doubt I ever cooked for you.”

Robin chuckled. “That is true. You’re not a good cook.”

“Oh, so that’s why you cooked tonight, huh?”

Robin bit her bottom lip.

-

“Hypnosis,” Nancy said, dropping her books on the kitchen table.

“What?” Robin looked up from her plate.

“Hypnosis. It’s said to work for amnesia, and I don’t know how else to explain what I have. It’s worth a shot.”

“Alright.”

“So, are we gonna do it?”

“You want me to hypnotize you?”

“Well, yeah. I don’t want to go to some stranger and accidentally tell him that you are spiderman.”

Robin nodded. “That’s fair. There is just one problem.”

“What is that?”

“I don’t know how to hypnotize people.”

“I’m sure it’s not that difficult. I got you some books on it. Here you go.” She pushed the pile towards Robin.

“Alrighty then.”

-

“So, lay down and relax.” Robin was still holding the book as she directed her.

“Okay.” Nancy did as she was told, leaning back on her couch.

“Now, close your eyes.”

She almost didn’t want to. But she had no choice. This had been her idea and she wanted to remember.

“Okay, good. Now listen to my voice. You’re going to imagine a flight of stairs and with every step you’ll sink further into your subconscious. Take the first step.”

Nancy tried her best to do exactly what Robin was asking of her. But she couldn’t feel anything. Not after the first step or the second or the third. Eventually she was supposed to be as deep as she could, but it felt like she was just there. With Robin. In the now, not in the past.

“Now, try to remember me. Try to dig deep into your mind and go back to the past.”

Nancy tried. She went as far back as she could. She remembered her childhood, her younger brother, Mike, and her sister, Holly. She backpedaled and remembered meeting Steve. Their relationship. Then Jonathan. She should be close. But when she remembered Starcourt, she couldn’t remember Robin. Nowhere in her mind was any sign of Robin until that recent encounter. Until their reconnection.

“It’s not working,” Nancy said, sitting up.

“I didn’t think it would.” But Robin looked so sad as she said it.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, it was my decision.”

“We can make new memories.”

“Yes, we can. Where should we start.” Robin put the book away.

“Well, I really would like to see you in that sailor uniform.”

[highfantasy-soul]

NATLA Episode 7 - The North (3/4)

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

An explanation of what I'm doing here and my history with ATLA.

Of course, full spoilers ahead.

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I like Katara getting to learn about healing without the negative associations. In the animated series, Katara asks to learn waterbending and Pakku tells her no, to go learn healing from Yagoda. It's framed in an extremely negative light and Katara is already angry and sad going to the healing igloos. Once she arrives, the animated show again enforces that this is a demeaning place to be - all the other students are young children.

It's odd to me that HEALING is framed as a stupid, easy, skill that even children can do - and that it's 'beneath' Katara. People go to college for YEARS to be good at healing, medics are always highly prized in all people groups, and it's a complex skill that takes a lot of time and effort to learn and continue to get better at. The way the animated series frames it, healing is the easiest thing in the world and it just 'comes to you' - like when Katara perfectly healed herself on instinct after Aang burned her and here in the last episodes of the animated show where like, 5 year olds are learning the skill. I really like how the live-action gave healing the respect it deserves and had Pakku not let on that he wasn't going to teach Katara combat - and speaks of Yagoda with respect, not like in the animated show where he's extremely dismissive of her talents. Katara walks into the healing igloo with an open heart and mind to the skill of healing and it's treated seriously, like a waterbending skill that's valuable, not just a silly thing for children. Katara gets to express true interest in healing rather than the distain for it she shows in the animated show - which honestly doesn't really make any sense.

To me, the animated show 'degraded women's work' far more than the live-action did even though people tried to argue that removing Sokka's sexism arc, therefore removing Katara's rant about how she always did the laundry, was somehow super sexist in and of itself. Framing women's work as healing - and something even children could do - and have Katara agree that it was stupid and less than combat (men's work) to me, is much more sexist. They've been at war for 100 years. Why are there not any adult women in the animated version visible being medics or practicing in the healing igloo? The live-action shows them going about their daily duties - healing cuts and injuries that all societies deal with - it gives healing the respect it deserves. We didn't even get to see any of the lesson in the animated series, it just jumps to Yagoda asking Katara who she's marrying (because of course that's all women would talk about).

Ironically, as the animated series tried to tackle the sexism of the Northern Water Tribe, they inadvertently made the story itself buy into sexist ideas. They made healing (women's work) the stupid and bad technique that we don't want to spend time with (we don't even get to see the lesson, it just skips to the end and isn't talked about again), combat (men's work) was the good and powerful thing we want to do. The sexist part of society wasn't the healing - just like doing laundry, cooking, or childcare isn't sexist - it's when you aren't ALLOWED to do anything else and ONLY one gender does those tasks that it becomes sexist. In the animated show, Yagoda and the healing huts were framed as the 'bad' thing rather than the system. The live-action corrected this by giving healing the respect it deserves and making the women of the Northern Tribe not 100% on board with the way things were done, but they did go along with it (as many who are raised in very strict societies do).

I don't see how anyone can watch this scene and say Katara doesn't have fire, she doesn't have anger, and she doesn't speak up against injustice in the live-action. Just because she doesn't start a screaming match with Yagoda (or Pakku) doesn't mean she isn't standing her ground. She doesn't just accept the denial of combat training - she argues her case, tells them their decision is wrong, and THEN picks the fight. It's good to show this, then contrast that to Sokka being welcomed in and respected for his abilities. Both he and Katara have things to share with the north, but if they only value certain contributions from certain people, then conflicts are going to come up - but Sokka might not see them at first since he's being treated so well.

It's funny to me how the times that the live-action makes the story LESS like Game of Thrones, people still complain anyways about that change. I don't think having the Northern Water Tribe not force engagements on their young women is 'weakening' the story at all or 'watering down' flawed cultures. Some ppl are saying that women being able to break off engagements in the northern water tribe is an example of inconsistent worldbuilding since women aren't allowed to fight there. But not being able to fight and being forced into a marriage you don’t want are two very separate social issues. In America, women got the right to choose whether or not to marry a man long before they got the right to go into combat.

It's canon that Yue's father loves her dearly, and even in high control groups, women usually have the right (even if it's frowned upon) to deny an engagement with a man. Gran Gran broke off her engagement to Pakku in the OG, so it's not like it's unheard of - maybe she ran away because she would have been forced to marry him anyways, maybe she did like so many people do and left home because she wanted something different. Do you still live in your hometown? If not, is it because you were forced to run away or just because you wanted to start your life elsewhere? In an already packed finale, adding a love-triangle/forced betrothal subplot wasn't necessary. It doesn't add much to the characters, it's not the main conflict for them - the fire nation attack (and Yue subsequently having to give up her life) is.

I LOVE that the live-action is giving ample time with so many past Avatars! The OG focused mainly on Roku (whom I love) but getting to see Yang Chen mentioned early, Kyoshi interacting with Aang personally, and now Kuruk who only got like, one line in the OG series, it really fleshes out the world - and Aang's expectations - a whole lot. Showing a wide variety of Avatars and the issues they faced/how they handled them/the price they paid sets the personal stakes for Aang and starts us down the path of figuring out what type of Avatar Aang is going to be (just like Katara says later in this episode).

Yue is actually a CHARACTER in the live action!!! I'm so glad they fleshed her out and explored what life would have really been like for someone with a piece of a spirit inside them! Of course it's going to change her, redirect the path she thought she'd go on in life, and the idea that she can pop into the spirit world in her dreams: it makes so much sense, just like the waterbending! In the animated series, Yue was just 'princess, must marry Hahn for my people', but here, she is an active participant in her duty to serve her people. She makes them food, she helps them with their spiritual journeys, and she explores the Spirit Word for fun!

I love what they did with Sokka's arc this season. We see why he keeps his mask of sarcasm and jokes up - so that he can put on a brave face when feeling inadequate and like his hurts aren't as important as the other harm in the world. Yue yet again is able to show she's her own character by performing the duties she's chosen on Sokka - to be a spiritual guide and help people. She saw who he really was - in the Spirit World caring about his friends despite the danger he was in himself, and she fell in love with him. To me, that's a much better love story than a princess just seeing a cute guy and falling for him.

Aang keeps trying to insist that he's going to do this with the help of his friends - but in this interaction with Kuruk, I get the feeling that he's starting to lean a little TOO much on them - just like he wants to lean fully on the past Avatars. He's 12, terrified, and ill equipped to save the world right now, but that's what people are asking him to do.

The past Avatars, though they give him the advice to go it alone, are all speaking from a place of pain because THEY didn't take that advice. Kuruk lost Ummi, Roku lost Sozin, though I haven't read the novels, I'm sure Kyoshi had attachments she lost too. They're all trying to fix their own mistakes through Aang and on the surface, the advice that Aang is going to have to bear the burden or risk his friends getting hurt has validity, it's how you use that advice that makes the difference. Yes, we all, in the end, have to make our own choices and put one foot in front of the other (metaphorically) ourselves - we can't shunt that task off onto anyone else - BUT taken to the extreme, it weakens you in every way to go it alone. But when you have people who have been hurt yelling at you to not get hurt like they did, that fear can take over and you might forget the strength of your friends.

I like how the live-action incorporates the animated concern Aang has in the Siege of the North Part 1 - that he's just one kid, he doesn't have the power on his own to defeat the fire navy - and had him go ahead and explore that before the battle starts. Since they know it's coming, trying to find a way to tackle the problem early makes a lot of sense. It actually lets the dread build up as we know the attack is imminent and there's no solution coming up rather than being in the middle and finally realizing 'it's too much to do alone'. In the animated show, Aang explicitly wants to talk to the spirits so they'll 'unleash a crazy amazing spirit attack on the fire nation!' and only amends it to 'or wisdom, that's good too' when he doesn't receive applause for that idea from Yue and Katara. That was animated Aang's goal during the siege - let someone more powerful than him take control and do it for him - a goal that he shares with the live-action Aang. Though in the live-action, this takes the form of him asking Kuruk, his past life, to do the job for him like Kyoshi did.

I love how the live-action makes Pakku just as sexist, but in a 'reasonable' way that we see more often in real life - just like Ozai, he genuinely believes what he's doing is right and has 'logical' arguments for it other than 'we just don't let women fight…because…for no stated reason, we're just sexist, don't think about it too much'.

But live-action Katara still doesn't let that slide - it doesn't matter how many 'logical' arguments you make or how 'reasonable' you sound, the practice is still wrong and she's going to let you know. Katara's right - she has EXPERIENCE fighting fire benders - again with the non-traditional methods of learning. Pakku's students learned fighting in a controlled and formal environment, but Katara has ACTUAL battle experience. It doesn't matter that she 'hasn't been training for this' her entire life, she's ALREADY BEEN DOING IT. But, if you only value formal instruction, real-world experience doesn't sway you (*cough* lots of watchers pretending Katara didn't train properly this season *cough*)

Some argue that Aang not wanting Katara to fight in the battle is out of character for him, but I'd like to point people to part 2 of the winter solstice where he tries to go to the fire nation without Katara and Sokka because it's too dangerous and when they meet the fire nation blockade, he repeats that 'this is why I didn’t want you to come with me, it's too dangerous'. Not to mention his whole thing at the beginning of season 3, so it is 100% in character for Aang to try to shield his friends from danger by having them sit out the dangerous missions. Aang being afraid for Katara's safety is fully in line with his character and I have citations from the animated show to prove it. Maybe end of season 3 Aang would never, but season 1 Aang, when faced with danger beyond anything they've seen before and after having been yelled at by his past life who just told him that his love had died because he was too close to her, yeah, it's in line with Aang's character to be shaken by that.

[anewkindofme]

Any Addison Montgomery Cg headcanons? she's so soft and I really enjoy her character and I feel like she would be great! (at taking care of me ofc)- @their-bby-dino

Ask me for headcanons on characters from my fandom list!

Ahhh! I love Addison so much. She really would be the best caregiver. (She’s already an excellent mom!)

I did set these somewhat in the Private Practice universe, but outside a couple, they apply to Seattle/Grey’s as well.

Addison constantly worries and second guesses herself as a caregiver. She really doesn’t want to be like Bizzy or the Captain.

She makes the effort to know every last detail about her Little, right down to their favorite pair of socks. She’s very detailed oriented.

Addison is the type of caregiver to wear stilettos and designer dresses to the park but also doesn’t mind if they get dirty.

She for sure has a designer diaper bag, stocked with every single thing you can think of.

I see her as the cloth diapering type if her Little drops that young. Along with putting bloomers on top.

Addison lets her Little dress however they want, but she does try to sneak in the cute, designer outfits. Again, if they get dirty, no skin off her nose. She just thinks it’s cute.

She’s not the greatest cook, but still tries to order “healthy” takeout. There’s a lot of vegetarian restaurants in LA, so she hits those up.

That’s not to say she’s not good for a good sweet. Ice cream is in great supply.

Addison spoils her Little. Anything they want, they get. They definitely have a decked out nursery/Little bedroom and a separate playroom. Even when they’re in an older space, Addison makes sure they have all they want and need.

She also pays for and indulges any activity they want to do. They want to learn to ride a horse? She’s buying a pony. They have a desire to learn Mandarin? She’ll get a tutor.

That being said, she’s firm. There are rules and boundaries. All very reasonable (bedtime, curfew, being respectful, doing chores, etc) but she enforces them.

Her go-to discipline method is a cool down corner. She’s the type to get one of those glitter water bottles and tell her Little to watch as it moves to the bottom, then they’ll discuss their actions.

If the Little goes to school, she takes education very seriously. She’ll help them study and do all she can to help them succeed.

Addison prefers hiring a nanny for when she works versus daycare. She feels it’s better for her Little to get one on one time.

She vets every single nanny thoroughly. No one with less than 10 years experience. They need a degree in Little psychology. Must adhere to all of Addison’s parenting philosophies. And she won’t hire any of them if her Little doesn’t approve.

The nanny (and Addison when she’s not working) takes the Little to playgroups and stuff so they can socialize.

Addison has a nursery/Little space set up in her office so she really only needs the nanny when she has a packed day at the practice or needs to go to the hospital.

Despite being a doctor herself, she freaks out over the slightest cold. Cooper is also specialized as a doctor for Littles and he has to tell Addison at least once a month to calm down.

Addison keeps up to date with all research regarding Littles and adjusts how she does things as recommended. She says she does the same as a doctor, so why wouldn’t she with the most precious thing in her life?

Addison initially doesn’t want to cosleep but if her Little needed it, she’d cave and let them sleep in her bed every night.

Addison pushes her Little to be independent if they wish to be, but if they need to be younger, she won’t hesitate to do everything for them.

[doverstar]

Usually I'm not one to comment on fics I read but- you said you liked reading opinions, and I have many thoughts about it in my head right now |･･๑)

I discovered LAR from a fanart here on tumblr few days ago- I must say the idea of Rose and Eleven never crossed my mind before, and this fic opened that window in my head XD

I got to reading it then and have been reading it all through the few bits of free time I've had, past few days. I reached and finished chapter 11 yesterday, and god. I'm in love with all of it

I want to start by saying your characterization of all the characters is marvellous. Rose with Jackie and Pete at the mansion, Rory and Amy living in the apartment with Will. You make all of it feel very familiar and lovely, very domestic in their own flavour— and I love domestic. There's also the way the narrator voice plays along with that, with the characters and their own dynamics. It kept feeling like Jackie's very own characteristic voice pitch was there written in those words, or the way Amy's scot-ness fills the room, and also how Will's frequent awkwardness dripped through the sentences and pauses themselves. It felt like everything was a tad bit funnier whenever Rory was present, a feeling I also got from the show, and I am immeasurably happy to see that essence expressed so well again 🤲

Secondly. Will. You made him so easy to love I can almost miss him already— and I admittedly can't stop thinking about the people he knew in this universe that will miss him too :(. I seemingly fell in love with him very early on and ended up sympathising with him quite a bit. He is truly just a little bean, and I'm still not recovering from the confusion and pain he had to go through there in the last few chapters (amazingly written, made my heart crumble a lil.)

And then- the way it's empathised all of the carrying on Rose had to do since the Doctor left her here, all of the mental backflips she's been going through, and all of the carrying on she continues to do, even with Will, even with all of it. But, the way she looks at him now that she knows (it was worth it, perhaps), and how she realizes how much new information she's gonna have to take in of him— and vice versa. Honorary mention to his "Your hair is different. Is it longer?", because it still does make me smile xD

My friend has been listening to me ramble about this almost nonstop, our DMs are filled with screenshots and quotes (and keysmashes as frantic screaming from me, very frequently). Even I am surprised at the amount of things I've annotated and all the quotes I've written down. Seriously, it's delightful.

Thank you immensely for bringing this story to us 🤍

The way a slow smile just came right up on my face and kept getting bigger until my eyes hurt, reading this -

That fanart you're talking about is by @milkbanjo and everyone should follow that account and applaud all of @milkbanjo's art! Not just LAR-related pieces. Because it's so good and I love it and I will be watching for more. I'm so pleased you decided to Ask me and tell me all of this! I would encourage you to comment whenever you like something you're reading; it's such an inspiration and this made my day to read. I was going for a domestic feel without making it an intentionally-domestic fanfic, so I'm relieved you can feel the domesticity. I tried to give it the same sensation watching any scene on Earth in RTD's era (specifically scenes with Jackie Tyler herself in them) of the show gave me. There's something in all the low-budget, early-2000's of it that is really comforting to me. I wanted to try to put in the same comfort without making it that well-loved "oh and now they're cooking together and don't you feel cozy?" contrivance. (No shame in that, just not the point of my story! Didn't want to drown it in that warm milk. Too much warm milk makes me nauseous.) They're just people living lives, I wanted to show that in between the adventure scenes. Doctor Who really needs that sometimes! In my Nobody opinion.

I too think everything is funnier when Rory is in the room! I too find Amy the sort of personality to fill a space. And you just have no idea how much I loved writing for Will. I almost neglected the other characters in favor of the human version of the eleventh incarnation of that man. I have so much insane (new this year?) affection for Eleven. I hope it wasn't too obvious that I think he's the sweetest and want to hug him (I have actually met Matt Smith and got to hug him and let me tell you, he gives good hugs! but I admit Peter Capaldi's hug was even better-). Will is the second-closest I've gotten to hugging the eleventh. What a doll. I could go on about Eleven but I will cap the gushing by saying he is the Doctor every quiz has ever said I would get along with best and I scoffed at that till this past year, oh how time and age changes our taste buds - Your thoughts on Rose and her perspective in my fic and your enjoyment of the Doctor's "your hair is different" line makes me grin ever wider. You get it! *big sigh of relief* I love that you and your friend get to enjoy it like that! Would be interested to know which quotes you favor most, but this comment alone is more than enough for me to draw upon when in need of motivation; thank you for it! You are so welcome, and thank you for taking the time to read what I wrote and let me know what you thought. <3

[skania]

Warning really long read SORRY! I'm new to the fandom I started by watching episode 1 but dropped it for weeks until I saw reels comments and pictures going crazy with Akane. I picked it back up and started the manga after, Akane and Aqua of course became my favorite characters as I was able to personally connect with them through struggles I also faced. Your post have been very helpful as theres not to many places that aren't filled with negativity surrounding these two characters. These two characters have struggled so much and I can see how much they've come to truly care for each other especially when no one else was there. I wanted to share my thoughts with you but hesitated because I feel like they might not make sense. If it doesn't make sense please dont share I'll understand lol

"Kurokawa Akane is a child who takes you there Arima Kana is a child who brings you back"

This tweet from august 2021 from the author Aka Akasaka has alot of people trying to figure out the meaning, many interpret it and paint Akane in a bad light. When I first saw read it I just found it wierd how it was worded and how everything Akane has done for Aqua is always misinterpreted and they try to make her look as a bad person when she's actually far from it. It really got me thinking and this is my interpretation..

In chapter 51 we see how Akane has figured out the twins could possibly be Ai's secret child she got from her character analysis assumptions. She saw how badly it still affects Aqua and sympathized with him she herself knows the feeling of not wanting to worry others trying to take on the burden by yourself, she knows he cant talk to no one about the incident since it would expose Ai's secret. Akane truly cares about Aqua wanting to be the one by his side and helping him share his pain wanting to take her role of his girlfriend more seriously.

That specific tweet came out august 5 2021 the same day chapter 52 was released. The title of chapter 52 is called "boyfriend girlfriend" and at the beginning the editor note says "Where and how is Akane looking after the sick Aqua?" The chapter starts with Akane cooking a full course meal for Aqua and everyone there. We see the director and his mom complimenting her cooking then the directors mom says something that catches my attention she says "AQUA-KUN! SHE'S A KEEPER, HON! EATING DELICIOUS FOOD IS HAPPINESS ON ITS OWN YOU KNOW?" We then see Akane trying to feed Aqua but he ends up eating on his own we see him thinking its good and even blush alittle. During that time Akane is thinking to herself how she wants to help Aqua with his pain/burden just like he had saved and supported her. After we see Aqua lighten up allowing her see old acting videos of his she finds out from the director how he's been having his PTSD attacks when he acts and remembers his past experiences like earlier that day. She notices his performances are prepared in advance with no emotion behind his acting. Akane then asks Aqua why he's doing theater/acting work as its connected to his trauma. He tries saying she wouldn't understand and won't tell her why but after telling him how hes being contradictory he opens up and says well "What If My Goal Was To Kill Someone?" And how the person was high up in the entertainment world had to keep climbing in order to kill them he then asks her "What Would You Do Then?" Aqua was expecting her to not understand him and probably a negative reaction but to his surprise Akane replies "I'd Kill Them With You." with a smile making his negative emotions go away from his eye and even telling her not to say that lightly. Akane acknowledges if it's him he must have a reason and even if hes truly evil she'd still accept him for who he was. She says how she'd happily carry the sin even if the relationship was only for business purposes making Aqua say she out her mind. Akane then says how she wants his help as her boyfriend against kana and himekawa as she doesn't want to lose and Aqua realizes he should help her as her boyfriend. Even tho Aqua knows emotional acting is hard for him he's willing to practice and take it more seriously to help Akane.

After reading many assume its about the revenege part but i don't think thats it..yes aqua does mention it but he never actually asked her to help him though out the duration of thier relationships Akane finds the dad by coincidence. That chapter shows how they are getting closer and wanting to support each other. So i started thinking about the editors note and what the directors mom had said "Where and how is Akane looking after the sick Aqua" shes cooking for him to make him feel better and it did! The directors mom says how eating delicious food can make you happy and though out the whole manga the word "HAPPY" has always been associated with Akane and Aqua. Even in chapter 50 before his PTSD attack when thinking about happy memories his first thought was Akane related then Kana then the idol group. In every star eye color change he's had Aqua has thought of her as part of his happiness!='( So i was think what if the tweet maybe meant "Akane will take him to Happiness" because we actually already saw she did and he was fighting so hard not wanting to leave it but had no choice to protect her. Aqua is no longer there so thats when I started thinking about Kanas part. After recent chapters i started thinking what if Kana is going to help Aqua get back with Akane in the end. I'm thinking how tho then when I think bout how she's so similar to sarina and Ai what if she confesses to Aqua making him finally understand how he truly feels. The reason i also think this is because in the play arc when princess Saya(played by akane) dies Tsurugi(played by kana) helps in bringing her back to life and reuniting with Touki(played by Aqua). The play has alot of similarities to characters and even to the story you can link stuff together. In the Spur interview mengo says how Aka is a demon of analysis and objectivity.

So to end this my interpretation of the tweet is "Kurokawa Akane is a child who takes you there(Happiness) Arima Kana is a child who brings you back(to akane)"

Hi anon, welcome to the fandom! I wonder how many of us would've dropped ONK if it weren't for Akane and Aqua 😂

Thank you for sharing your theory with me! You explained it very well, so please don't worry about it! I have to admit that it has never occurred to me to read Aka's quote that way, my own read erred on the side of caution. But I mean, if we're here to ship, we may as well have fun while we're at it, right? And your take is so much fun! It's truly a Galaxy Brain interpretation of Aka's statement, and I can only imagine how many minds would be blown by it.

It really is funny how many people interpreted that statement to imply something negative about Akane, when Aka never said that had to be the case 😂

I'm thinking how tho then when I think bout how she's so similar to sarina and Ai what if she confesses to Aqua making him finally understand how he truly feels.

I've been thinking something similar!

The reason i also think this is because in the play arc when princess Saya(played by akane) dies Tsurugi(played by kana) helps in bringing her back to life and reuniting with Touki(played by Aqua). The play has alot of similarities to characters and even to the story you can link stuff together.

Yes!! I'm expecting that scene to be foreshadowing as well. We'll just have to wait and see how Aka plays it out 😂