#so we could have multiple items getting cooked at once

[victorluvsalice]

-->And with that, it was finally off to Van Liddelton Groceries once more! Alice got to open the place up this time, though first, I had her set the prices to “Sale” (aka 15% markup) down from the regular 25% markup. Why? Because they DO NOT need the money, and I wanted to see if stuff would sell faster if it was a little cheaper. She then got sent to have some zoomies to deal with her slowly-growing Fury (no wolfing out at work!) while Victor bunked down for a nap in the break room and Smiler went out to handle the sales floor (after consulting their future cube for advice, since I wanted them to do something while waiting for customers – “the cube abides,” apparently)! Amusingly, the very first Sim to show up for the day was L. Faba – guess she was tired of Morgyn getting all the attention whenever the gang visited the Magic Realm. XD (Which reminds me, I really gotta bind Victor’s dragon familiar to him already...) Anyway, after a bit of lag, Smiler was able to let off one of their patented vampiric happiness bursts for the incoming customers and chat with Catarina Lynx for a bit to try and convince her to buy stuff –

-->And then Alice came back, and I decided that I wanted her to make some more food downstairs rather than force her to chat with customers. A decision that led to me transferring $40,000 of their household funds over to the store so I could upgrade the downstairs kitchen area with the best Schmapple fridges and ovens, and add a counter by the corner so I could put in a stand mixer, a waffle iron, and a pizza oven! All in the blue swatches, since I thought those looked nice. :) I then had Alice use the bulk food processors from Simsonian Library to process some potato flour so she could whip up a batch of dough –

-->Aaand suddenly EVERYONE WAS BUYING SHIT. Yeah, apparently cheaper prices DO encourage more sales. I quickly had Alice run up there to help Smiler with the initial rush (since Victor was still working on taking care of his needs) – Catarina picked up a loaf of cheesy bread for $71; Christen a jar of blueberry jam for $80; and Janae a small mushroom for $5. We got a brief break while some of the customers got distracted by the sight of celebrity Brytani Cho in the store (long enough for Victor to get up and go to the bathroom), but after that and another annoying case of lag, the sales started coming again, with Bella Goth grabbing a box of dried sage for $413, and L. Faba getting a box of cheese for $621. I took a moment to check downstairs and saw that Alice’s dough was ready, so I had her go downstairs and grab that –

Aaand got an LE as she did so. However, that was shortly followed by customer Olivia grabbing an avocado from the produce fridges/warming racks, so I think the LE was actually related to that – specifically, to my Brazen Lotus stuff. Meh. At least I'm pretty sure I know what it is (the game doesn’t have a proper animation to play if a Sim is getting a normally-not-allowed-in-produce-fridges item out of a produce fridge, so it goes “hey”) and that it’s not TOO game-breaking!

[melodic-haze]

you’re cooking so hard w those fics,,, may I request some sub clorinde?

one of the scenarios in the fic can be where she wears a vibrator on her shift 🙏 (semi-public ofc)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Clorinde x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: semi-public 🫶, use of toys (the vibe's silly and magical bc this is a magical world and I can do what I want), consensual sexual corruption

☆ — NOTES: Why is this so long anyway DUDE THANK YOU 🙏🙏🙏🙏 I try my best to hashtag serve the cuntry. I somehow brought Navia into it as well I hope you don't mind 😭😭😭 NOT in the pair though, just like a chunk of the post ig

Ohhh my god Clorinde looks SOOOO fun to toy with 🫶🫶🫶 your MIND anon

She takes her job so seriously but when she's off the clock she's so silly she's so unserious like just LOOK at her with Navia???? I love her

I think you two joke around when it's just the two of you in the comfort of your own home when the whole matter pops up. Maybe she's like prepping dinner for the two of you (if you can cook as well you probably have a rotation) as it happens

It was therapeutic, watching Clorinde practically glide around the kitchen in such an organised manner. She often said that her skills as the Champion Duelist and her skills as a home chef were synonymous together in multiple ways, though despite her meaning it as a jest her proficiency with both activities was undoubtedly unmatched. She said you were a bit biased too, but you paid no heed.

"..You look so much more relaxed here, compared to when you're out for work," you muse as you observed her.

To which she looks up at you momentarily before looking back down at the vegetables she was chopping up, her speed and efficiency not slipping up in any way despite the light distraction, "A guard cannot necessarily be seen as.. well, whimsical in order to be taken seriously."

"Yeah, but you're THE Champion Duelist. Surely that allows you some form of leeway towards having to act all serious every time."

"I'm afraid not, mon ange." She shakes her head with a small smile, "What brought this up all of a sudden?"

You shrugged, "I dunno. I guess whenever I see you around, I always see you so.. focused and stoic."

"You mean to say I'm boring when we are outside?"

"You aren't? But you could do with some loosening up."

She looks up again with an amused eyebrow raise, "Between the two of us, my body is much more limber compared to yours."

"You ass!" You scoffed, crossing your arms in mock annoyance, "Go back to cutting carrots instead of taking potshots at me."

"Taking shots is my specialty, though? And I was already done with the task."

"Clorinde!"

The electro wielder chuckled lightly before moving to pour the vegetable mix into the pan, "Still, I fail to see your point."

"My point is," you push yourself off the wall you had been leaning on and move closer to your girlfriend, "I wanna see you all cute during your job at least once."

"Am I not 'cute' enough for you?"

"You are! But I feel like I should be intimidated too. Because, you know, I don't really want to be put in the spotlight for some kinda crime."

"Uh huh. Say I do agree with you then; what do you propose I do?" She is genuinely curious at first, but when she sees you smile the way you do that's when she gets suspicious, "..I know that look, mon cœur. You want to do something risqué."

You hum as if pondering your next response while your arms wrap around her waist, though with the way she turns around with a knowing look and a swift move of turning the stove strength all the way down, you know that she doesn't believe that innocent bout of 'thinking' one bit.

"Do I? You really think so?"

"I know so." And she leans to kiss your cheek, "My skills in observation combined with my knowledge of your every habit isn't useless, you know.

"Hmm... Well, then." Your fingers snuck underneath the fabric of her shirt and traced nonsensical shapes on her skin as you spoke, "I did find something—an item—that could help you.. de-stress during work."

You know she took the hint when you looked her vibrant purple eyes. Perhaps you could've sworn them glow like the element she has command over.

But when she asks you of it—

"And what may this.. item be?"

—you both know full well that that is the only thing she has control over when you're involved.

When she finds out that you want to stuff a vibrator in her for the whole day as she works, she has to give herself time to process it. Like, really? While she's supposed to stay vigilant in case something wrong happens??? Like be serious wth is she gonna do when she's all dumb and distracted and something goes awfully wrong??????

All you say is that while you'd wanna try it out to see what happens, you won't force her to do so.........and against her better judgement, she takes it back. Not only does she want to make you happy and that she wants to prove that she isn't a coward, she.. is a little (a lot) interested in what may happen. Plus "it will prove to be somewhat of a fun challenge", she says, which yk whatever works for her

She learns to regret that come (lmao) the next day when it's actually put into practice

You found this specific vibe from a wandering seller, you see. Powered by a mix of different elements and with the usage of their reactions, it came in a pair—one that was now deep inside her and the other in your pocket, ready for you to hold onto and simply think on the intensity of the bullet's vibrations and effects

Its control range was rather far too, so it's not as if you even had to be in the city to control it. You wanted to see how she deals with such a situation though, so the most you do is carry on with your day instead of constantly following her around (but you do bump into her 'on accident' quite a few times though)

At first it starts out relatively fine for her. It's a manageable feeling, with it interchanging between a weak pace to something slightly faster—she can ignore it with her masterful discipline. Hell, she's even thinking that you might actually be taking it easy on her bc of her earlier concerns which.. how nice of you!!!

Except she's WRONG❗️❗️❗️ You're not being nice, you're biding your time. She probably should've been suspicious but she trusted you unconditionally which would be so cute and flattering at any other moment.........but right now it was so deliciously naive of her, to just let her guard down with you like that

You're slowly but surely testing the waters by playing with the intensity beyond its lowest settings; having it slowly incline nd decline, making it spike up, even manipulating the pattern of its vibrations within your mind. And you can tell that every mental command is successfully transferred when the gem you hold pulses with a faint feeling of warmth that passes after a very brief moment

You can't see her half the time whenever you're off doing something else but maybe that's what makes it better, especially when you see her and you make a point to keep out of her line of sight. She looks around for you like a frazzled animal that's trying to seem composed and yet you know she's becoming anything but from the way she subtly jolts to attention every time you change the vibe's directions, all endearingly paranoid over what you do next as you change the settings again and again and again

Despite the risk and the paranoia and everything though? As much as she wants to deny it, there is an ever increasing pool of arousal in her panties. It's not just from the vibrator, however—it's from the possible risk of getting caught partaking in the sinful act of walking around with a sex toy stuffed inside of her. She can't believe it, but the thrill of the risk and the overthinking is definitely not doing her any favours in terms of trying to keep calm

It's when she has a certain exchange that has her ABSOLUTELY ruined. She had spotted Navia during one of her breaks the same time that the other had clocked onto her too. The head of the Spina di Rosula walked up to her with a smile and a friendly greeting and in no time at all, they get to talking the minutes away

Catching up to Navia again without such dreadful tension from before was definitely a relief. It was as if they had chatted about everything and nothing at all at the same time, with the both of them laughing lightly. The exchange was certainly a welcome distraction, both from her job and the bullet-shaped vibrator that hit and teased her sensitive spots every now and again—you had definitely become braver as time went on, but you weren't going to break her composure just yet.

..Or well, really, she realised that she probably shouldn't have given it any thought when her eyes see you watching her at a distance. She trails off in the midst of her sentence as time seemed to slow to a stop when your lips curl up into an all-too-familiar expression.

Before Navia can even ask her if she's okay or try to break her out of her sudden reverie, Clorinde flinches and almost keels over at the sudden EXTREME increase of speed and force and-- is that a temperature increase too? She doesn't react quietly either—she bites back a yelp, managing a strangled gasp instead. Was this what you were aiming for the entire time? To build it all up until the most inopportune time??

Navia was undoubtedly worried, her hands immediately dropping her parasol to hold her friend steady, "Clorinde?! What happened? Are you hurt?"

The duelist shook her head in an attempt to clear her head but the ever-shifting movement inside her didn't allow that. So instead she tried her best to answer as unaffected as possible, despite her seemingly dramatic display, "Yes, I-- mm.. I'm alright. Just a sudden migraine, is all. Perhaps I've been-- working too hard."

"Whatever did I tell you about working yourself to the bone," the blonde asks, though she doesn't look fully convinced that it's just a migraine, "maybe you should retire for the day. I can tell your--"

"No! It's alright," she rushes out, "I will be fine after some time, you need not worry about me."

"But--"

"Do you not think I can handle myself?"

"I do, but if a migraine gets you such a violent reaction, then surely that's a cause for concern. Are friends not allowed to be worried for each other?"

They are, except this isn't really a migraine she's suffering from!!

(She doesn't know whether she loves or hates the fact that her not being able to say anything about her predicament to her good friend gets her going even more.)

"She probably needs a little rest, somewhere where the sun isn't hitting her eyes."

"Y/N!"

Clorinde looks to you approaching behind the blonde and making yourself known with a happy greeting and she can't help but narrow her eyes at you despite the vibrator in her cunt trying to take all her focus away from her.. or maybe it was due to exactly that, to which your smile widens just a tad further at the effect you have on her.

"Yes, that would be a good place for me to recover. In fact," she keeps her eyes on you as she speaks, "they can take it-- mnf.. take it here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, no need to worry. I will talk to you again s-- ..soon, Navia."

Soon enough, you all part ways (you with Clorinde in tow), leaving a very confused and suspicious Navia alone where you once stood. Neither of you say anything, though as you both reach a deserted alley somewhere, sun blocked by the towering buildings around you, that's when she snaps.

And it is such a lovely thing to witness.

By snapping, I don't mean that she cums right away. I mean she's all over you, gloved hands grasping onto your body and hastily pleading for you to finally help her take the edge off

You're so absolutely mean for doing what you did!!! She says she regrets ever saying yes to this plan and entertaining you like this, to which you laugh at her face. Sure, it would've been a cruel reaction to her distress.. if she weren't so addled with lust; her eyes dark and pupils blown wide, her panties unbelievably wet

It gets worse when you whisper things to her as well such as "you definitely enjoyed it" and "do you think Navia knew? Would you have wanted her to know?" bc even when she shakes her head vehemently and denies it, you can feel her pussy pulsing as you taunt her.........

But then you pull your hand back and Clorinde's looking at you in a mix of frustration and confusion, a complete far cry from her ever-so-composed demeanour on a normal day

She asks you why. Does she need to beg even more? Do you want her to do anything else? She needs this but she's also very aware you're still outside, despite this corner of the area being practically abandoned, so it both gives her a thrill AND a sense of urgency

Your answer? Not one she expected, but should have probably saw coming from a mile away: you want her to cum with the toy and herself only. She's right, this IS still a public space.. so obviously such close proximity would be VERY suspicious, right? And nobody would be able to see the toy buzzing in her, so surely it'd be the best solution

She tries to protest, but you don't budge. Hell, threaten to turn it off for the rest of the day and she'll keel over and do exactly what you ask her to do

So you manipulate the vibrator, up close and personal this time, and you relish in the restricted moans and desperate breaths she lets out as she essentially fucks herself in the alleyway with your help. As the vibe bends to your will within her in different ways, she took her glove off one of her hands with her teeth in a desperate attempt to not dirty her visible clothing before her now-ungloved hand darts into her panties to rub her clit and pleasure herself to you

It's not long when she practically explodes as the setting goes the highest it's ever been, her orgasm SO intense that it has her seeing stars and actually dropping to the ground if it weren't for you immediately rushing over to catch her on time (and maybe you get a light shock of electro too, much to your chagrin, but really it's technically your fault so 🤷‍♀️). You use the control gem to help her with her high, slowly decreasing its intensity until the after-shock is reduced to a few twitches from her here and there

She's practically a lifeless form for a few mins and you can't help but laugh at the situation. She lifts her head up, absolutely unimpressed at your amusement, though a small smile makes her way onto her lips anyway

When she's gained enough strength to hold herself up without falling (mostly bc you whine after a while ab how she's heavy, to which she slaps you up in the head lightly and tells you it's your fault lmao), you both make sure she looks presentable enough to actually go back in public again. You asked her if she wanted to skip instead but she's so duty-bound that she doesn't gaf if she feels fucked-out, she WILL continue her duties

But like. Let's be real though. Esp when you told her she could take the toy out bc you're more than satisfied but she wanted to actually keep it in? You both know that not only will you both have a round two of sorts when you get back home, but this won't necessarily be the last time you'll use this toy after today

You could say she found a love for it 🤷‍♀️ not like she'd ever explicitly admit it when she's not all dumbed out for you in the comfort of your own home

She doesn't even really need to, not with that display earlier

[fatkish]

Heyy, if you dont mind. Could you do a dazawa oneshot in which he has a daughter and he found out she selfharms? Like, he finds her doing it. Practicly hurt/confort

Thanks, have a nice day

(Write it only if you feel comftable with it)

Aizawa x Daughter Reader

(Trigger Warning: the following contains mentions of self harm. If you’re sensitive to that please be advised)

Aizawa is a very busy man. And he’s also a very observant man as well as tired. As his daughter, you try to lighten his workload by helping and doing what you can. Every morning you make bento lunches as well as breakfast for the both of you. If you accidentally cut yourself then you just put a bandage on. Nothing too suspicious. You’re also in the hero course so it’s normal to be a little banged up. Aizawa knows that you’re a good cook but even the best sometimes make mistakes so he isn’t too worried.

You tend to cut yourself and hide them beneath bandages and other small items like watches and such. You had done really well at hiding them. You tried to not do it too often, but as your stress increased, so did your cutting. Eventually you were ‘clumsy’ too often but Aizawa chalked it up to you not getting enough sleep and told you to only make breakfast in the morning and stop making lunches since the school has lunches, so you could get more sleep. If that wasn’t enough then you guys could pick up breakfast.

But even so, the bandages being to stay longer, get bigger. Aizawa knew something wasn’t adding up but what was it? Late one night, Aizawa got home and knocked on your door, opening it only to see you with an Exacto knife at your wrist and multiple cuts. Aizawa’s eyes widened at the sight as the entire world stopped for a moment as he watched the blood drip from the cuts. Silentlyhe walked in and entered your bathroom, and came out with the first aid kit.

He opened it and sat down next to you. Taking the knife from you and without saying a word, he began to clean and treat the cuts before he bandages them. You were worried as he wasn’t saying anything but as you went to ask him something he spoke.

“Do you want to talk about why you’re doing this?”

“I-“

“It’s okay, you can tell me anything. If you need me to fix an issue then I’ll do that, if you just need to talk then I’ll just listen. If you’re uncomfortable with talking to me then we can find someone else for you to talk to. “

He spoke softly as he cleaned and rebandaged all the older cuts. Once he finished he set everything down and looked at you with teary eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly as he kissed your forehead.

“I love you so much. I hope you know that. I’m sorry that you’re going through this but just know that I’m here for you no matter what. You’re my little girl and you’ll always be my little girl. Now, let’s go have some ice cream and maybe watch a movie, or we can just talk if you’re up for that?”

As he stood up and held a hand out to you to help you up off your bedroom floor you looked at him as he turned to leave.

“Aren’t you mad?”

“I’m not mad, I’m sad, yes, but I’m not angry at you. I know that you’re going through something. I’m just upset that I didn’t realize this sooner. You know you can talk to me about anything. Even girl stuff like boys and periods. But I doubt you’d want to talk to your old man about that stuff.” He smiled softly at you as you gave a soft chuckle.

“Dad, you’re not old”

“I know, now c’mon, let’s go”

He motioned for you to follow him as you walked into the kitchen. He pulled a container of your favorite ice cream out of the freezer and scooped some into a bowl before handing the bowl to you. He then scoped a bit out for himself before putting the ice cream back and joining you on the couch in the living room. That night you ate ice cream and snuggled with your dad in his lap as he held you, your head resting on his shoulder as he rubbed your back.

You talked to him about how you were feeling and why. He nodded and stayed calm, listening carefully and reassuring you that he loves you. You ended up falling asleep on his lap. He then carried you back up to your room and laid you down in your bed before pulling the covers over you and kissing your forehead goodnight.

The next morning, you and him, removed all the sharp objects from your room and put them in a box so you wouldn’t have the temptation. Aizawa helped you cook breakfast that morning. (Meaning he mostly watched and drank his coffee as you cooked since he was so tired) you both then left for school.

[mikoishere]

Poly Hualian with an oblivious s/o?

firstly you’d confuse xie lian at first with how the way you acted when they first tried to express their love for you because the way he remembers

it the moment him and San lang were gifting you an expensive silver butterfly Clip for you’re hair you reacted with “That’s nice, who are you gifting

it to?” He was dead stunned although hua cheng was not surprised by this because of him knowing how oblivious you become when it comes to love

However as time goes by xie lian gets used to the oblivious behavior and is unbothered by it! They both keep gifting you expensive things like rare silks, Jewels, they even gifted you multiple Braces that was smothered in Big Expensive stunning jewels! No surprise you reacted with “??”

Hc’s!

-HC and XL will often visit you and spend all of their time with you! They love you a lot you just don’t realize it yet, don’t worry they have undying patience for you and will wait eternity for you in any life.

-Once you even got angry at them for giving you expensive gifts EVERYTIME(Well I mean everyday) They visited, you were gifted a necklace covered with jewels in public and eyes rolled over the scene of where that expensive jewelry was, people started whispering even

-after that time of “embarrassment” you hadn’t talk to them for a week! You even shut them out!? How could you do that?!

-XL was getting worried even cried once or thrice! Because they haven’t seen you for so “long”! HC seemed fine but deep inside he was aching like XL getting impatient not seeing you for a week!

-once you showed up to their door they were delighted! XL hugged you in a bone crushing embrace as HC joined shortly after, you hugged them back but told them you need to talk to them about the gift smothering thing.

-they agreed and invited you inside, You told them you wanted no more expensive gifts from them and they reacted with “what?! Why! You need to be treated like royalty” you explained to them how they don’t need to spend so much money on you every now and then

-both of them were shocked! You need to be smothered in expensive items so why decline them!?

-anyways you explained everything to them and made them promise to lessen gifting you gifts they agreed

-but the next day holy mother of Cheetos there they were again this time with a gorgeus Diamond ring! You groaned once more

“Xie lian, Hua cheng what have I told you the other day?” You said “no more gifts” you said with a frown worrying they might’ve been spending so much money on you “But [Name] hear us out! We want to talk to u about something!” Xie lian said as you raised an eyebrow “fine, what is it?” Hua cheng took a sigh and spoke “[Name are you that oblivious towards our love for you?” You we’re shocked as those words left Hua cheng’s mouth “love for me? What are you guys talking about?” You asked “[Name]! You’re oblivious with our affection we’ve shown for you!” Xie Lian spoke once more

-wait hold on! What now? Those were you’re thoughts at that very moment. What. How could Them THE CROWN PRINCE XL and GHOST KING HC be inlove with you and is now confessing!?

-you almost fainted you knew you liked them but didn’t expect them to return the feelings and be the one to confess I mean of course how could you know.

-of course you accepted their confession and decided to continue things slowly but you of course told them to stop giving u gifts to which they did NOT agree but agreed to try to stop buying too much expensive things for you.

-and so on so forth you 3 dated each other then on, XL and HC was sweet While XL Cooked “yummy” food for you and HC, HC provided the needs you were like 3 peas in a pod together.

-they both love you so don’t forget it kay?

Note from author: might make HC’s when dating them together and separately, but who knows?

[big19boss-blog]

Cale Cooking!

So, this a canon I have always imagined. It’s mentioned in the TCF that Cale knows how to cook Korean food from his Kim Rok Soo days. But I imagine Cale to be an excellent cook because he always undermines himself. 

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It’s not always that Beacrox is ill but even he fell ill after the strenuous fighting season was over. The children wished to cook something for him and were creating a mess in the kitchen, so Cale decided to shoo them out and take over the cooking while Rosalyn and CH cleans the mess and Ron runs an errand in the village. 

So, Cale decides to take matters into his own hands. 

Cale: Enough! All children out of the kitchen, now.

Roan: Human NOOOOOO!

Hong: Yess we want to cook Beacrox Uncle!!!

On: We would really love to give him something homemade.

Cale sighs. 

Cale: Okay I will cook, and you all will help when I tell you too.

Cale got to work, he thought that a quick soup with some fresh bread and some hot coco would be enough. So he got to work, he kneaded the bread out of the left-over flour. He asked Roan and Hong to slowly control the heat around the melting chocolate, Choi Han to cut the vegetables and meat, Rosalyn to pre heat the oven with magic and On to get run to the underground house and bring some spice they got from the east. 

Over the course of the next 1 hour he collected all the food in enough quantities to fulfill the small town they house at here at the Black Castle. The loaves were baking, soup was simmering, the hot coco was being filled in glasses for everyone's easy access. 

Eventually he prepared one plate with all the food and told the children to give it to Beacrox. 

Roan: You are not coming with us Human?

Cale: No, I don’t want to get catch whatever bug he has.

He then turned and left the kitchen. But everyone knew that despite that rude response how carefully he has made each item. 

When Ron tasted the food, he knew instantly it wasn’t someone who has cooked for the first time. But the food was so healing, the rich but light taste of soup, the airy and slightly sour bread and the subtly sweet hot coco, that he didn’t question it much. He never knew his tiger young master could cook so well. 

But the fact brings him peace that when he is gone and someone forgets to feed his Young Master, he can cook for himself.

The Children enjoyed the food so much that they ran again and again to the kitchen to sneak multiple helpings even late after dinner was over. Choi Han was almost nostalgic for a second remembering the young, malnourished Kim Rok Soo. 

Cale after years of eating just enough actually ate more than necessary for once, enjoying the taste of his own food after years and getting a little lost in olden days. 

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Midnight Rain Ch. 4

Rich Mans World Series | Man After Midnight Series

Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Chapter 3

“It was fucking wild Seb. She acted like she was her regular old self again and I just know she’s gonna crash and burn it all to the ground.” Brooke said as she helped Seb cook dinner. “Maybe she is just getting back to her normal self Brooke…why is that such a bad thing? It’s been almost 4 months since she lost her child, why does she have to remain in this constant state of depression and wanting to kill herself?” Seb turned asking her as a thick silence fell over the kitchen. 

“I’m not going to kill myself. I lost my baby, that alone will keep me fighting for some while. I have boxes that need donated, Seb if you could handle that or call Anthony or someone, I don’t care who. Just get someone to take care of it. The rest of the items not being donated will be moved to my new apartment across town.” you said causing both Sebastian and Brooke to turn and look at you. “You two can take over the lease here…I don’t want it any longer.” 

“Y/N…I don’t think that’s such a great idea.” Brooke said walking around the island to you. You looked at her, squaring your shoulders. “While I appreciate everything and I do mean everything you and Sebastian have done for me Brooke, I don’t need pity…I don’t need a mother hen standing over me, making sure I don't cry at the drop of a hat. I need a right hand girl who's going to gut the guy responsible for killing my child. If you can’t provide that service now, then guess what? Move along and I’ll find someone better.” You weren’t vicious in your speech, you were stern. You…you were back. “I packed up….her room as well. Donation boxes are in the hallway, if we could get that taken care of before I get back that would be great. I worked on this all night, I am not changing my mind, I don’t want to think about it anymore. I’m going to go meet a friend for coffee, I’ll be back later.” you said as Brooke tried to interrupt you multiple times. 

“Wait, a friend?” It was Sebastian's turn to follow you. “Are you meeting Chris?”  he asked as you grabbed your purse and headed for the hooks that held the keys. “No, I am not. I haven’t spoken to Chris since he left yesterday. I said I was meeting a friend. Not my…” you stopped short before turning to look at Sebastian. “I’m meeting a friend at the Starbucks down the road, if you need me, you may reach me on my cell phone, but unless it’s an emergency, then don’t try to reach me. If I need anything I’ll call you.” you said before snatching up the keys, and walking out the door without another word. 

Sebastian looked at Brooke who stared back at him, “What are you waiting for! Grab your purse and let's go!” he said, huffing out. Like they’d ever let you go out alone to meet someone they weren’t familiar with. 

“So, how are you?” you asked Steve as you both sat in a small circular booth in the back of your favorite coffee shop. Steve smiled while sipping the coffee before looking at you, “I’m good. Better now that we’re having this mini date.” he chuckled as you laughed softly. “A Mini date? If this is considered a mini date…what do you consider a real date?” you asked as he leaned back, smirking at you. “First of all, I’d pick you up, none of this…” he made a motion with his fingers, “driving yourself…you’re a lady, you should be treated as such. Secondly, we’d go to this nice little italian restaurant, I’d rent it out, so it’s just you and I…play romantic music, take our time enjoying dinner, dancing a little. Then, once dinner was done, we’d go for ice cream, then after enjoying an ice cream, I’d be the perfect gentleman and drop you off at your front door, a soft kiss, and then…I’d call you the next day to set up our next date.” he picked up his coffee as his eyes drifted away from you and out the window to your right. 

You stared at him, realizing that you’d never been treated right, Chris never did this, he never treated you like this…you couldn’t recall the last date you went on with him. You smiled and raised your eyebrows as you brought the coffee cup to your lips. “Sounds like you know how to show a girl a good time.” you mumbled out after sipping the hot liquid. You welcomed the burning sensation in your throat, making it difficult to speak for a moment. Steve was incredible, he’d told you about breaking up with his long time girlfriend around 5 months ago, that he’d tried to go out a few times but found the women were really just dating him to get him into bed, which he did not do on the first date. 

Steve also told you about his dog, a golden retriever named Boomer, and his fat orange tabby cat, Bernie, "Boomer sounds like a sweetheart," you remarked, recalling Steve's stories about his furry companions. "And Bernie must keep him on his toes," you added with a chuckle.

Steve nodded, a warmth spreading across his face as he talked about his pets. "Yeah, they're quite a pair. Boomer's always up for a game of fetch, and Bernie, well, he thinks he's the king of the house."

You smiled, enjoying the easy conversation and the genuine interest Steve showed in sharing these details with you. It was refreshing, a stark contrast to the indifferent and self-centered attitude Chris had always displayed. 

As you both continued chatting, you found yourself captivated not only by Steve's stories but by his attentive manner and the way he made you feel valued and respected. It was something you hadn't realized you'd been missing until now.

The cozy ambiance of the coffee shop seemed to fade into the background as you lost yourself in conversation, the hours passing unnoticed. Before you knew it, Steve glanced at his watch and chuckled softly. "Looks like we've been here longer than I realized." You checked the time as well, surprised at how quickly the afternoon had flown by. "Time really does fly when you're having a good time," you replied with a smile.

Steve nodded in agreement, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that sent a flutter through your stomach. "I've really enjoyed today," he admitted sincerely.

"Me too," you replied softly, feeling a sense of contentment settling over you that had never existed before.

Steve hesitated for a moment, then reached across the table, his hand covering yours gently. "Would you like to do this again? Maybe for a... proper date this time?" You looked down at his hand on yours, a smile tugging at your lips. "I'd love that," you answered, meeting his gaze with certainty.

And as you sat there, hands intertwined, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected moment, realizing that sometimes, the best things come when you least expect them.

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@adriellej @auriel187 @patzammit @bval-1

[tropylium]

How to be More Agentic

Ask for things. Ask for things that feel unreasonable, to make sure your intuitions about what’s reasonable are accurate (of course, try not to be a jerk in the process). If you’re only asking for things you get, you’re not aiming high enough.

(We have a saying in Finnish, roughly "darers will dare", with a connotation that well someone's gotta, or else things will not get done… "Daring" is a relatively general pro-agency sentiment but the "darer" part is important also I think; once you have a thought like "oh yeah I'm an asker I will sometimes ask for stuff" about yourself, that already makes it easier to ask, even if you still feel skittlish about rejection or similar)

It’s hard to overstate how overpowered [seeking feedback] is. If you aren’t trying to get real feedback from people who know you, you’re cooking without tasting. This is, like, the lowest hanging fruit for self-improvement, but few people really try to pick it.

(Note to self yeah, I think I can function decently with relatively little social contacts but it's felt for a long time that I am nerfed by not having good sounding boards for talking ideas about my life over with)

Most subject matter is learnable, even stuff that seems really hard. But beyond that, many (most?) traits that people treat as fixed are actually quite malleable if you (1) believe they are and (2) put the same kind of work into learning them as you would anything else. As you might gather, I think agency itself is a good example (…) Many other supposedly fixed traits can likewise be altered. Some other things you can learn: confidence, charisma, warmth, tranquility, optimism. Someone recently asked me how one might go about learning charisma, and the answer was really boring: by reading a few books, watching many hours of charismatic people interacting with others, and adopting a few of their habits. This is surely a plan of action most people could come up with if they didn’t have the notion that charisma is innate lodged in their heads.

(A.k.a. "growth mindset", and crucially yes!, it is itself learnable, learn some of that first of all and it will help you with many many things)

Burnout is the ultimate agency-killer. This is so true that I’ve learned to identify a reduction in agency as one of the first signs of burnout, one that shows up even before I consciously realize what’s happening. A switch flips and I start looking for ways to rule out ideas and actions, to conclude they won’t work or aren’t necessary, rather than chasing better versions. (…) This might be the most important item on the list. It took me almost 40 years to learn it, because my instinct is to think more hours mean more productivity as long as you’re really trying to be productive -- that’s just multiplication, right? No. The reality is that grinding, even if it temporarily increases output, kills creativity and big picture thinking. My rule is never to take instructions on how hard I should work from someone who hasn’t burned out before. Very few people take this seriously enough.

(Extremely true. No amount of exerting agency helps when your issue is burning out for overexerting. Take breaks, don't expect to get miracles done by any set point in your life, learn your limitations; might be a good idea to work on them too but ignoring them doesn't get you past them one bit. "Your body will schedule maintenance for you if you don't")

[reallyromealone]

Uncanny valley 8

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"So... I get gifts?" He thought that was just like a figure of speech or something as Ran and Rindō handed him countless gifts, speed dialing their multiple assistants to get EVERYTHING birthday related.

"And a cake" Rindō said showing a Sanrio themed cake "it's ice cream and (flavor)"

(Name) looked curious as he was sat down, the Haitani brothers handing him gifts to open "next year we will have much more thoroughly planned" Ran said lovingly and (name) looked confused "but this is already so much"

"Oh darling, this is nothing compared to next years plans" Ran promised and (name) nodded as he opened gifts, a variety of things from cute stuff to luxury items and more clothes. The cats played in the bags and tissue paper as they ordered dinner, getting (name)s favorites. (Name) looked like a chipmunk as he ate, Rindō snapping some pictures with a shit eating grin and the trio enjoyed their meals "so he spent the day threatening to tell embarassing stories whenever they tried flirting?"

"Yuuup"

"You facinate me" Ran said to his boyfriend who tilted his head confused, mouth full.

"Ok" Ran said placing the cake infront of (name) and lighting the candles "ok think of a wish and blow them out-- don't tell your wish either or it wont come true"

(Name) looked contemplative before blowing out the candles and the two Haitanis looked absolutely over the moon as they snapped photos of him.

"Ok birthday boy gets the biggest slice"

Ran put the best slice on (name)s plate before filling their own plates and (name) had to admit....

He never felt this happy.

Two days later (name) noticed photos on the mantle, a picture of them on his birthday.

(Name) knew everything about everyone about Bonten but what he didnt know was just how much Ran loved sleep, the executive holding (name) close as he slept.

They were granted vacation time and Ran wanted nothing more than to sleep, (name) remembered Rindō once mentioning Ran could sleep for a full 24 hours but he didnt fully believe it till now.

Hes been awake for two hours as Ran slept, the sun was now out and he needed to pee.

"Ran..." (Name) mumbled as he struggled to get out of his Iron grip, doing everything short of hurting him from trying to pry his arms off to shimmying out to blowing at his face.

Nothing.

"Stop moving..." Ran grumbled, kissing his head to try and pacify him to go back to sleep "i need to use the restroom" (name) said as Ran cracked an eye open to look down at (name), any outsider would think he was glaring but Ran was never a morning person and it usually took a solid hour for him to be sociable "fine" Ran relented and let (name) go to the ensuite bathroom "your ass is back here after" Ran grumbled and (name) nodded, the lavender eyed man watching (name) dressed in only an oversized shirt and bare legs.

The sound of a toilet flushing and the sink running and (name) was back in Rans arms, warm and comfortable as the cats snuggled towards the end, stretched out and purring.

(Name) adored it.

He adored every second with Ran.

(Name) let Ran take him to do the things he enjoyed, manicures and going out to luxery stores and even gave him a "tour" of Roppongi-- aka Ran taking him to all the fancy places he likes.

They also did (name) hobbies like people watch, something Ran had grown fond of-- hes gotten (name) to get silly with it occasionally.

(Name) also developed new hobbies because of Ran, the two cooking together and (name) found he only enjoyed doing it if Ran was there (Ran would guide him and (name) liked it when he held his hands).

"Theres no information on him?" Sanzu was annoyed as he looked at the informant "its like he never existed at all" the man said in disbelief "there's no connections at all..."

Sanzu sighed as he called the cleaners and glanced at the dead body in his office, he was annoyed (name) had so much dirt on them and they had nothing on him. It was frustrating and made Sanzu feel on edge.

He rejected their advances and knows secrets no one should should know... How did he know about Sanzus Sandal incident?!

He was Bontens biggest weapon but could also be their greatest threat if given reason to be.

Maybe it was good that Ran got to him... Though Sanzu isn't sure what kind lf relationship he would want from (name) he knew that he wanted him and would have to be patient.

He hated being patient.

(Name) was unflinching as he got a tattoo centre back, casually sipping some Boba ran got him as a treat as the place near his penthouse was doing a Sanrio collan with hello kitty boba pearls.

"This is your first tattoo so ill give you a pamphlet on maintenance and some cream" the Tattoo artist said, one who worked under Bonten and (name) nodded "it looks great baby" Ran said as he looked at the finished tattoo "now you're really bonten" he leaned over the other man, resting his head on his shoulder and (name) offered him a sip, the elder Haitani smiling at thid and taking a sip "not bad"

No one would dare comment about how sickeningly cute the display was, two extremely dangerous people in one space was stressful enough.

(Name) found a new hobby during his vacation.

Plant keeping.

He couldn't keep them at the penthouse due to the furry beings that resided so his office became much less empty and full of plants of various shapes and sizes and because of this, his office had the cleanest air-- also helped that (name) didnt smoke.

"If you wanted information on me, hiring a second class informant is a poor choice" (name) said simply as he dropped off files to Sanzu, information about a detective that's neen digging his nose where it didnt belong. "How did you..."

"We informants all know one another, we're not friends but we app have a web so to say and its not hard to figure thus sort of thing out" (name) said simply "We all have things that others don't know, secrets that only ourselves experience and no one can take that from you, no one will known things only you experience" (name) said calmly "my life is experiences that no one living can attest to and thus you will never know these things" (name)s tone wasn't cold but it lacked emotions that made him sound almost robotic, Sanzu forgot at moments like this that... (Name) was an anigma.

Many times he didnt believe he was human.

[britt-kageryuu]

The stream is viewing a blue starry void, with Leo sitting against something, kinda in a lounging position.

His model is dressed in dark blue space themed leggings, a plain oversized blue hoodie, black socks, and his mask with star patterns on the tails. He's playing through the early parts of Dreamlight Valley.

"So, I have to complete like a million odd quests to unlock every character, but I still have to wait multiple days for certain ones to actually be unlockable." Leo says as he has his character run around doing random tasks to collect enough 'glimmer' to unlock the next area. "This is a cozy game, but you have to go through so much story before you can really relax. Then you move onto the DLC!" Leo jokes as he goes back to Scrooge to complete a quest. He turns his head upwards as if trying to look at someone behind him who just asked a question.

"Huh? Oh, 'Is there any character I want to unlock most?' Yeah, the little Blue Alien Stitch! Though I looked up how to unlock him, and it can take Ten real life days to unlock him, and I need to finish unlocking Donald first." He says while running off to cook some food to keep his energy bar yellow. "This is part of why it's hard to think of Dreamlight as a cozy game. And yeah, some other cozy games can be more hectic, but needing to wait multiple real world days for progress to continue can be hard. On my patience at least, the wait is driving me nuts."

Leo stretches out a bit before snuggling back into what he's sitting on. Then lets out a slight off, and looks down at his stomach area with a smile. Light churrs can be heard over the mic, along with a laugh that was definitely not Leo, or recognizable as any of the Turtles. Leading to a slight frenzy in the chat.

Though the moment is interrupted by an alarm noice. Leo leans over to grab what is apparently his phone. "Oh, nice, I can now safely take some more medicine." He moves forward a bit, "Hey can you grab my stuff from the over there?" He askes someone who is in the room with him. He's watching the person, "The one with the blue grumpy face... hmm? Sure. Use the one called 'Calm the Dragon', yeah it's a newer blend we made. I have to keep April and Cass from stealing my stash." Leo lets out a laugh while still watching the person, listening to whatever is being said.

The person came back and handed Leo his medicine, and a mug of tea. Leo toses the medicine in his mouth and drank from a different container than the mug in his hand.

"Can you move that small table over here, gotta let the tea sit, and I don't want to be holding it the entire time." Leo asks, then placed the mug down, and got back into the position he was in before. "I swear if it weren't for a few personal reasons, I'd get rid of this curse."

"A Curse? Is that what you call it?" The person asked. The audience is confused on why the person could be heard then, but not before.

Leo turns around, "Well I can't think of something creative right now. Now just let me get through this. I need to mess around with some stuff to get this quest to complete."

After a few minutes of collecting random items, and moving furniture around for the quest, Leo pauses to grab his tea, and takes a long sip then lets out a sigh.

"We haven't finished the package design for this just yet, but it definitely will be available to buy soon you guys." Leo once again snuggles back, and just enjoys his tea while the 'stream friendly' music from the game plays. He almost forgets to continue playing because he wants to just bask in the moment and relax.

After about an hour more Leo puts the stream into BRB to freshen up, and grab a quick meal, with Usagi who was hanging out with him all stream. Acting as a very comfy living hot water bottle.

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Masterpost

I had only a very small part of this actually thought out, then just winged it.

[l-starlight-l]

Forgiveness in the rain

A/n: switching it up and writing some atla. Enjoy!

Warning: Mention of burning

Description: You are surprised to see Zuko, the boy who you have a weird history with, working in a local tea shop. You don’t know how to feel, but confront him anyway.

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader

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With Appa missing and the hovering Dai Li, the team was under a lot of tension. Ba sing sa was nothing like you thought it was going to be. The hope of getting the solar eclipse plan to the earth king vanished after the gala and now you had nothing. With no help from the earth kingdom winning this war would be a lot more difficult.

You’re usually an early raiser but this morning was different. You had slept way later than you meant to and had waste a good part of the morning hours. You quickly fixed yourself up and got ready for the day before exiting your room. When you walk out to the main area of your temporary home you see Sokka, and only Sokka which was unusual. He turned around hearing your footsteps and smiled. “Well good morning, you slept in late today” he warmly greeted you.

You let out a nervous laugh, “hey, where is everyone” you questioned while looking around the empty house.

“Well Aang was gone before I woke up, and Katara and Toph are have a “girls day”” he said making finger quotes when saying girls day.

Your heart hurt alittle, you were new to the group and they were still warming up to you but why would they not invite you out with them. Sokka could see what you were thinking and added “they wanted you to come but figured you needed your sleep”.

You just nodded trying not to think about it to much. “Aangs been going out so early, he’s going to tire himself out looking for appa” you were concerned about him, you knew appa meant the world to him. Sokka nodded his head in agreement. He was worried too.

There was a long awkward silence between the two of you. It not like you don’t like each other, it’s just that you don’t spend a lot of one on one with Sokka. So neither of you know what to talk about. Breaking the silence you ask Sokka if he would like to go to the market with you. He agrees, thinking he has nothing better to do and it may be fun. You two head off to explore the walled city.

After a few hours in the market you come out with necessary things like supplies and food. As well as unnecessary items like a hat to match Sokka’s purse and belt. You roll your eyes at his ridiculous purchase and decide to call it a day. You had over heard a shopkeeper talking about an amazing tea place and decided to try to find it.

After some searching you reach a small shop with a sign reading “The Jasmine Dragon” over the door. Sokka groans because ,as he’s mentioned multiple times on your way here, he hates tea and would rather go to a restaurant know for their perfectly cooked meat. You roll your eyes once again at this childlike boy. “Stop whining Sokka, I already told you we could go to the restaurant tomorrow” you try to silence his complaining as you walk into the shop.

The shop is pretty packet but lucky you find a table for two. The atmosphere is calming and fills you with serenity the second you walk in, which is much needed after the week you’ve had. A young brown haired girl comes up to take our order. You politely ask her for a cup of jasmine and order some pastries for the whiny baby across from you. When she leaves it becomes awkward again, you are horrible at making conversation and it seems Sokka just doesn’t know what to say.

A few moments later the girl comes back with your tea and explains that the pastries will be out soon. You can hear Sokka’s stomach from across the table. You laugh and take a sip of your hot tea. You eyes light up tasting what probably is the best tea you’ve ever had. Your mind drifted to when Iroh use to make you tea, it tasted just like this. You would have to come back often. You offer Sokka a taste, he makes a grossed out face and holds his hands out like the tea will attack him. He exclaims that he doesn’t want leaf juice, he’s learned his lesson drinking plants after the cactus juice.

You laugh and it goes back to silences, but it wasn’t awkward this time it was more comfortable. It seems that you two have started to warm up to each other a little more. You look around the small shop and take it all in. As your gaze drifts across a wall with a dividing curtain, you figure it leads to the kitchen. You’re about to move your eyes away when a farmilar face shows up. Your eyes widen as you watch the boy who has tried to kill you multiple times, go up to your sweet sever with a plate of cookies in his hand. Your heart races unsure of what to do as the sever points to our table. Your eyes met and he freezes. You look at Sokka who seems to be lost in his own world and then back up at Zuko. You drop your tea cup and it lands on the table. Sokka jumps up as his pant leg gets covered in hot tea. You also jump up still staring at Zuko who now looks more surprised. Sokka starts to look back to see what is distracting you but you grab his shoulder and it knocks you out of your trace.

“Oh my, Sokka I am so sorry like me help you” you say stressed. You raise your hands to the tea soaked area of his pants and bend the liquid out of the fabric and back into the tea cup. You then reach into your pocket and pull out a gold piece and leave it on the table. “You know what I think I’m feeling pretty hungry now, should we go to that meat restaurant” you say practically pushing Sokka to the door. He’s eyes light up and he rushes out the door leaving you behind. You stand there for a second looking at the floor then slowly turn your head to face him. He looks like the boy you knew so long ago. The boy you use to play with as a kid. He was lost after Zuko was banished, but now you can see he’s starting to come back. You can feel his change. He stares at you surprised, not knowing why you did that. Your eyes are sad and hurt, and you can tell he’s full with the same emotions. You hear Sokka call you and you rush out the door.

When you get back to the house later that night you see Katara and Toph dolled up and it makes you smile. Your glad they had a good time, even if you weren’t there. You look over and see Aang half asleep and you go over to him. “Hey, how are you doing” you ask. He looks at you, “I still haven’t found him, and the dai li are making it so hard”. You sigh and rub his shoulder in comfort, “why don’t you take a break tomorrow and I’ll go out and look for him”. Aang just nods and lays down to sleep. You hear the rest of the group saying their good nights and heading off to bed. You do the same but sneak out instead of sleeping.

You rush to the tea shop, your heart racing just thinking about what happen earlier. The lights are still on when you get there, you debate on going through the front door or seeing if there’s a back. As you creep closer you hear voices and laughter. An older man’s voice carries through your ears and you immediately recognize it as Iroh. You slowly opened the door and see a small group of men Sitting and drinking tea. They stopped talking and turned to you, one of the guys you didn’t recognize kindly let you know they were closed but Iroh got up and stood parallel to you. “Y/n?” He said softly, “oh I’m so glad to see your okay”. He holds out his arms for a hug and you run into his embrace. He holds you for a minute and you realize how much you missed him. You think he’s the only good thing that came from the fire nation. He lets you go and turns to the table, “this is my old friend y/n” he has a big smile and is so proud to introduce you. You shyly wave and say hi, then you realize why your here and look around attentively. “He’s in the back, why don’t you go say hi” he motions for me to go towards the curtain. You hesitate but go as he tells you. You pull back the curtain and see the back of a tall boy with dark hair scrubbing dishes, something old Zuko would never even think about doing. “Do you need some more tea uncle” he asks while wiping his wet hands off. As he turns you take a step back out of instinct, when he sees you his face goes white. “You” is all he can muster out. “Me” you try to hide the emotion on your face. You’ve always seen good in zuko, even when you were helping him hunt down the avatar. He was just a scared boy who wanted something he thought was taken from him. He starts to walk to you and you back up til you hit the wall. His hands are reached out to you in a concerned manner but in your head you see the hands that burned you months before. All you can think of to do is run, so you ran. You ran all the way back to the house, when you get there you sit on the steps trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t stop thinking about the last time you were that close to him. You had gone against his command and protected the avatar. You let aang and his group get away while trying to talk down Zuko. But that didn’t work and he ended up shoot a fire shot straight at you. He’s different now, you can feel he’s different you just need to get over yourself. You go inside quietly as to not get caught and try to get some sleep.

The next day you search for appa and it ends with nothing. You’ve searched the whole city and you’re sure aang has searched it more than fifty times. Appa is no where to be found. You wander the streets for a little before going back to the house. You walk past the Jasmine dragon and see Iroh out front. He spots you before you can sneak by. You go up to him and you can see worry in his eyes. “Yesterday you ran off without saying goodbye” he says. You just nod ashamed. “I understand why you may feel uneasy with Zuko but I also understand that you’ve forgiven him, even if you haven’t said it out loud yet. He wasn’t the same after what happened, he misses you but he’ll never admit it, I can tell”. you don’t know what to say, you just let his words resinate with you. “Thank you” you say quietly, and then look at the door and see it start to open. “Uncle what’s taking you so-“ he starts before seeing you and freezing. You look at him, you stare into his soul to try to see if he’s truely changed but you can’t tell just from a look. “Will you meet me later?” You mumble to him, he nods and you leave to go back to the group. When you get back it’s already dark, you have to deliver the bad news about not finding Appa but no one really seems surprised. Soon after everyone goes to bed and you sneak out once again. You begin to walk to a fountain you found your first day adventuring the city. Zuko is already there, you watch as he messes with his fingers and fixes his hair. He’s just as nervous as you are and it makes you smile. You walk up to him, and sit down on the edge of the fountain. He looks down at you with big eyes, you softly pat the spot next to you. He sits down trying not to be to in your space. There’s a moment of silence that feels both awkward and comfortable. “I’m sorry for running last night, I- I don’t know why I did” you apologize. He looks alittle surprised, “why should you be sorry I should be the one apologizing” he takes a breath and then let’s it all out, “I am so sorry for what happened that night, I’m a fool and never wanted to hurt you, it’s haunted me every since”. You don’t say anything at first, just to give him a hard time. You reach and touch his hand, “that wasn’t you Zuko, that was the rage you’re father has filled you with” you hover your finger over his scare. “You were so clouded by fulfilling a destiny that isn’t yours, I forgive you, I forgave you a long time ago” you raise his hands to your mouth and lay a light kiss on them.

He’s face lightens at the touch. “Thank you, I don’t deserve this” he says in a whisper. You just shake your head and look up at the stars. They’re so bright tonight and you see it as a sign. Suddenly rain starts pouring on the two of you, you laugh as Zuko pops up from his seat. “Let’s get under some cover”, he locks his fingers with yours and try’s to pull you under a near by roof. You don’t follow him and take both his hands. “why, let’s enjoy the beautiful storm” before he can say anything you run deep into the rain. “Do you remember those dances we learned in school” you ask eagerly. he nods, “good” you say with a smirk. You place your hands in the respected places and he does the same. You start to move, spin, and become in sync again. He isn’t the best dancer and steps on your feet a few times but you don’t mind. You laugh and he smiles, your eyes are glued together. He shifts his hands so that they are on the small of your back and you happen to be closer than you meant to. You’re eye contact breaks for the first time that night as you look at his soft lips. You lean up and kiss him. He’s taken aback for a second, but only for a second then he’s kissing you right back. He moves his hands to you face, cupping your cheeks and deepening the kiss. A widow opens in one of the near by houses and an old women yells out the window “get off my street you punks”. You both freeze and she goes back inside. You break and laugh, he takes your hand, “my apartment is close let’s go”.

When you get there you see a well decorated, clean little apartment. You see Iroh asleep, and quietly creep by into what you think is Zukos room. You’re both soaking wet. You bend the water out of your clothes, and go to bend his but he’s already taken off his shirt. You blush but dry off his pants. “it’s raining pretty hard out there” he say suddenly looking really awkward, “why don’t you stay the night”. He scratches the back of his head waiting for you to answer. You blush and a small smile grows on your lips as you respond, “I would love to”. He smiles and you both lay down in his bed. You drift off to sleep to the sound of the storm.

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[hopelesslygaysstuff]

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: y/n gets a surprise and then things get very sad when she has to leave.

content warnings: none

word count: 4.2k

Series Masterlist

The sound of a doorbell roused y/n from her sleep. Still half-asleep and thinking she’d just imagined it, she simply burrowed further under the warm blankets, pressing her body firmer against Wanda. The arm around her waist tightened slightly, and y/n felt Wanda’s breath quicken as the doorbell rang again. 

“Be a good girl and answer the door.” Wanda said sleepily, her accent bleeding through as y/n shifted in her hold. 

“Why do I have to get it?” Y/n complained, nestling her face into Wanda’s neck and inhaling deeply. The arm around her waist quickly moved, and Wanda grasped her hair tightly as her head was pulled away until she was level with Wanda’s half-lidded green eyes. 

“Because darling, there’s a surprise on the other side of the door.” 

Y/n finally blinked herself awake at the sound of that, catching a glimpse of Wanda’s small smirk before the woman buried her head in the pillows. The hand on her hair moved to her sternum and slowly pushed her away and off the bed, until y/n finally stumbled out and pulled on a silky bathrobe as the doorbell rang once more. 

“Better hurry, your surprise is getting impatient.”

The doorbell rang a few more times, and y/n practically tripped down the stairs as she rushed to open the door. She did a quick once over, tightening the tie of her bathrobe before unlocking the door. 

“Hey babe!! Did you miss me?” Henry exclaimed, pushing past her with multiple paper bags full of groceries. He made his way towards the kitchen, and y/n trailed along in confusion. 

Catching a glimpse of the time on the oven, y/n blinked before whirling around to where Henry was setting out different items. 

“What are you doing here? It’s fucking five in the morning.” She hissed, finally noticing that it was still dark outside. She thumped her hands against his chest a few times in annoyance, before letting a wide smile onto her face and pulling him in for a tight embrace.

Henry laughed, wrapping his arms around her. “Be careful with the language, Sam told me that Wanda is pretty strict about that.”

Y/n pulled back, giving him a look. “It’s my last morning here, I think she’ll let it slide.”

Henry stuck his tongue out in response, and y/n grabbed a hand towel and chased him briefly around the kitchen while snapping it threateningly. She was mindful of the noise, not wanting to bother Wanda this early in the morning. 

“Still, better safe than flying home with a sore ass.” Henry waggled his eyebrows as he finished his sentence, and y/n snapped the towel at him one more time before dropping it onto the counter in defeat. She finally took notice of the multiple ingredients littering the countertop. 

“Why are you here?” Y/n asked, grabbing a box of pancake mix from the pile before Henry snatched it out of her hands and started organizing. 

Henry avoided eye contact as he separated different ingredients, placing the eggs and milk in the fridge. “I may or may not have cried after our movie night because I’m really gonna miss you.” 

Y/n reached a hand out, placing it on Henry’s shoulder and offering him a soft smile when he finally glanced up at her. “Sam called Wanda and she said we could make breakfast together on your last morning here.” Henry gestured towards the filled counter, “As you can see, I’m a go big or go home type of guy.”

“Well I’m not the best cook, so just tell me what to do and I'll do it.” Y/n said, placing her hands on her hips in mock seriousness as she surveyed the various items. “I only have two questions.”

Henry raised a hesitant eyebrow, nodding at her to continue. 

“One, what’s the meal plan because there’s a lot going on right now.” Y/n picked up a carton of blueberries with one eyebrow raised. 

Henry let out a faux exasperated sigh, grabbing the berries from her hands and placing them back on the counter. He started gesturing to different parts of the counter. “Pancakes obviously. We’re gonna make plain ones, blueberry ones and chocolate chip ones. Then we’re gonna make some bacon because everyone loves bacon.” 

Y/n started to say something about how that was vegan-phobic, when Henry grabbed the sugar and opened it. Grabbing her tightly while laughing, he held the sugar above her threateningly. 

“Interrupt me one more time and even Wanda won’t be able to get all the sugar out of your hair.” Henry said, gasping slightly when y/n elbowed him and slipped from his grasp. He wagged a finger at her, setting the sugar back down carefully. 

“I don’t think you’d be able to walk for a week after Wanda got done with you.” Y/n said, holding back a laugh at Henry's suddenly pale complexion. “She’s a very clean person, the other day we deep cleaned the whole kitchen.” Y/n leaned in, grabbing his ear lightly as he stood stone still. “It took four hours.” 

Henry let out a strangled gasp, eyeing the sugar and quickly resealing it closed. “And why wouldn’t I be able to walk? Cause there’s multiple ways that could go and some are definitely more pleasurable than others…” He cut off his sentence, ducking at the spatula y/n swung lightly towards his head. 

“Only I’m allowed to fantasize about Wanda.” Y/n said, before crinkling up her nose at her own words. Henry started laughing, and y/n pointed her spatula at him. “Get your head out of the gutter, it's too early for this.”

Y/n set her spatula back down on the counter when Henry raised his hands in defeat. He started pointing to other areas of the counter. “Next, we’re gonna make some hash browns because that’s a staple in the all-American diet.” He said the last part with a terribly done southern accent, and y/n hopped up on the counter with a small smile. 

“And finally, we’re making some eggs just in case Wanda’s a health freak or something.” Henry finished, whirling around and going through different cabinets in search of mixing bowls. 

“She’s certainly a freak, just not about health.” Y/n muttered to herself under her breath. 

Henry turned around and raised his eyebrows, his lips circling up slightly. “Wanna repeat that? Or better yet, I’ll just go wake up Wanda and let her know what you said about her.” 

Y/n hopped down from the counter, opening the correct cabinet with the large mixing bowls and handing one to Henry. “Feel free to go wake her up, but I’ll be laughing at your funeral.” 

“Nah I’m good.” Henry said, his face paling once more as he started opening different packages. “Where are the mixers and shit? Also, what was your second question?” 

Y/n opened a drawer, pulling out different whisks and measuring cups and placing them near Henry. “My second question is…” She waited until Henry gave her his full attention, the corner of his lips turning up as he waited expectantly. “...Do you like Taylor Swift?” 

Henry’s eyes went wide as y/n grabbed the small speaker Wanda normally played jazz through while cooking. “Oh my god yes!” He pulled out his phone, scrolling briefly through his Spotify before finding a playlist. Y/n made sure to turn the volume down so Wanda wouldn’t hear it, and Henry pressed shuffle. 

“What? It’s like a surprise for each song, you never know if you’ll get a party song or heartbreak or a depressing song. I live for the thrill.” Henry said, and Taylor Swift quietly filled the space. 

They worked in comfortable silence, occasionally singing softly along while Henry directed y/n on what things she could mix or heat up. Y/n didn’t mention the streaks of flour in Henry’s hair and only hit him with the towel twice when he “accidentally” got some sugar on her bathrobe. She was pretty sure Wanda would be finding small bits of sugar in the pockets for the next few weeks. 

Eventually, the sun started to rise, bathing the kitchen in a soft orange light as they wrapped up their impromptu cooking session. Y/n had heard Wanda moving around upstairs once the smell of bacon filled the house, so she wasn’t surprised when the scent of vanilla invaded her senses as Wanda emerged. 

“Smells good.” Wanda said, stifling a yawn as she wrapped her arms around y/n from behind, burying her nose in the girl’s neck. 

“Me or the food?” Y/n said playfully, smiling at Wanda’s muffled snort. 

Henry smirked, pausing the music after the last notes of “How You Get The Girl” played and answering the text message that had pinged through a few minutes earlier. 

“Sam is on his way,” Henry said, placing the phone down as the oven dinged. Whirling around, he grabbed two oven mitts and pulled out the hashbrowns. “Ms. Maximoff, you should sit down. Y/n and I have this covered.” He flashed a bright smile in her direction. 

Y/n felt Wanda’s arms loosen around her waist as the woman placed a few slow kisses against her neck. Turning around, y/n tangled her fingers in Wanda’s soft hair and tucked it behind her ears. Leaning in, y/n kissed her softly and smiled when Wanda’s lips responded eagerly against her own. Pulling back, and smirking at the slight frown on Wanda’s face, y/n paused as she saw something in Wanda’s eyes. 

Henry coughed behind her, and y/n swore she heard the word ‘simp’ thrown in there. Y/n pushed the nagging feeling that something was wrong to the back of her mind, seeing Wanda smile and start walking towards the dining room. 

“I’ll make you some tea.” Y/n called after her, watching Wanda’s tired eyes catch hers as she nodded her thanks, that unknown look still in them. Y/n felt her stomach sink a little, a hollow feeling starting in her chest. 

Henry pushed the plate of pancakes into her arms, shaking y/n from her rapidly sinking thoughts. “I know it’s probably difficult for you to leave her,” He said, gesturing towards the door Wanda just exited through, his voice low. “But I can’t imagine what it’s like for her.” 

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, pulling back slightly and grabbing his sleeve. Henry’s eyes widened, realizing that she didn’t understand what he meant. 

“You’re the first serious relationship she’s had, and she’s definitely never told anyone that she’s in love with them. And now she’s gonna be alone again.” Henry said, his voice low and serious. “I can’t imagine what that’s gonna feel like.”

Henry grabbed a few more things, and y/n picked up some syrup in a daze while they walked their dishes out to the dining room. Her mind went back to the murmured conversation between Wanda and Agatha that one night. 

Now, on top of them being separated, Wanda had to deal with a coven of witches looking for her and running a multi-million dollar business at the same time. Suddenly, y/n understood why Wanda seemed so tired. She still didn’t understand the look in Wanda’s eyes, but resolved to enjoy this last morning before her mission. 

Y/n arranged the last few items on the table, placing a cup of tea in front of Wanda just as the doorbell rang. Henry quickly walked over, opening the door and greeting Sam with a gentle kiss. Y/n placed a kiss of her own on top of Wanda’s head, before slipping into her seat and interlocking her fingers with Wanda’s hand on her thigh. 

“Ladies and gentleman, we are gathered here today…” Henry started solemnly, his face cracking into a smile at the appalled look on y/n’s face. Sam sighed, pulling him down into his seat as Wanda hid a smile behind her teacup. 

Not much was said, everyone at the table still waking up as they dug into the feast y/n and Henry had made. Y/n snuck a glance at the clock, seeing the hands resting at 7:26. Her chest started to hurt slightly, her heart rate speeding up at the knowledge that Happy would be picking her up at nine. She cursed him out for his well-known punctuality. 

Wanda’a fingers squeezed briefly against her own, shaking y/n out of her thoughts. She took a deep breath, savoring the familiar vanilla scent and sneaking a glance at Wanda and finding her tired green eyes already on hers. Her heart rate slowed slightly, and she offered a small smile that Wanda didn’t return before shoveling another bite of chocolate chip pancakes into her mouth as a distraction from the hollow feeling in her chest. 

They ate in silence, and at one point, Henry’s hand found y/n’s under the table. They clasped their hands together tightly, Henry’s eyes watering a little bit as they smiled across the table. Henry helped y/n clean up the dishes, while Wanda and Sam nursed another cup of coffee as quiet conversation flowed. 

“You’ll keep in contact, right?” Henry asked, his voice quiet. Y/n looked up from where she was placing different ingredients back into the paper bags. Henry was looking down at a carton of eggs, trying to fit them in another bag without crushing them. 

“Of course I will.” Y/n said earnestly, leaving her bag as she searched through different kitchen drawers. Henry watched with mild interest, placing the last few items in his bag before turning around and leaning against the counter just as y/n shouted with joy. 

Turning around, she held up a single sharpie. 

“Hold out your arm.” Y/n said, uncapping the marker. Henry’s eyes lit up in realization and he hurriedly rolled up his pajama sleeve. Writing carefully, y/n inked her personal phone number onto his skin. 

Henry looked down in amusement. “You could have just entered it into my phone, ya know.” 

Y/n smirked as he pulled out his phone and waved it at her. As he typed in the blocky digits, she placed the marker back into the obscure drawer she had found it in.

“I know, but this way is more fun. Now, you’ll be reminded to text me for the next few days and you have the perfect tattoo stencil in case you really want something to remember me with.” Y/n smirked harder at Henry as he closed his eyes in an effort to not laugh. 

Henry put his phone back into his pocket and upon hearing chairs scrape out in the dining room, he pulled y/n in for a tight hug. “I’ll text and call you every day, and maybe we can come visit you sometime.” 

Y/n pulled away, feeling her eyes grow suspiciously wet. She cleared her throat, muttering something about dust before throwing her arms tighter around Henry. They stayed like that for a few moments, until Sam stepped into the room and began taking some of the bags out to his car. 

“When you come out to the east coast, I’ll show you all the cool spots.” Y/n promised, finally releasing her hold around his waist. 

Henry leaned in until his lips barely touched her ear. “And you’ll have to introduce me to all your Avenger friends.” Pulling back, he smirked and raised a finger to his lips at y/n’s shocked expression. “I have my ways of finding out information. But I won’t tell a soul.” He grew serious at the end of his sentence, and y/n gave him an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I really do sign a lot of NDA’s.” She said, picking up a few bags and Henry picked up the last few before walking out towards Sam’s car. 

“Yeah, I guessed, but that makes sense. You’ll definitely have to tell me all about your secret superhero life though.” Henry’s eyes lit up at the prospect, and y/n couldn’t help but smile at his childlike enthusiasm. 

“I’ll tell you everything, I promise.” She said, looking back and seeing Wanda leaning against the doorframe. Putting her bags in the trunk, she shook Sam’s hand briefly in goodbye before quickly hugging Henry one last time. 

“I’ll see you soon!” Henry said, walking over to the passenger side and opening the door. “At least now our carrier pigeons can have a well deserved break.” He winked at her before sliding into his seat and shutting the door. 

Y/n laughed quietly, shaking her head as the car pulled out of the driveway. Waving to Henry, she waited until the car was no longer in sight before turning around. Wanda crossed her arms, looking y/n up and down once with a raised eyebrow. 

Looking down, y/n pulled her bathrobe tighter as she hurriedly glanced around to see if any of their neighbors were up yet. She made it to the front door in a few quick steps, brushing past Wanda with an embarrassed blush spreading across her face. 

“We don’t have to talk about it.” Y/n grumbled, and Wanda shut the door securely before grabbing y/n’s wrist and spinning her around. 

Pinning the girl against the door, Wanda leaned in until her lips just barely touched y/n’s. “This bathrobe is gorgeous on you darling, but I don’t want any of the neighbors looking at what’s mine.”

Y/n’s eyes closed of their own accord, before she remembered the time constraint she was on. Then, Wanda was kissing her and time seemed insignificant. 

As their lips moved smoothly against each other, Wanda slowly walked them backwards towards the stairs. Y/n followed like an eager puppy, feeling those same tears well up as the thought of not being able to kiss Wanda until the mission was over. 

“Did you like your surprise?” Wanda pulled away briefly to ask, smiling at y/n’s dazed expression. Y/n nodded, muttering a quick thank you before Wanda was pulling her up the stairs. 

“While you and Henry were preparing an excellent meal,” Wanda started, pulling y/n through the door. “I packed your things into your duffle bag.” She gestured to the bag on the ground, and then to the two outfits laid out on the bed. 

“All we have to do now is get dressed.” Wanda said, her eyes darkening as her fingers reached in between their bodies to slowly undo the knot of y/n’s robe. 

Y/n looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, her own hands reaching for Wanda’s robe as she smirked. “I can get dressed in under five minutes, which means we have about twenty-five minutes until Happy shows up.”

When Wanda smiled, her eyes just barely crinkled at the edges. 

—

“Here, this will cover up the smell of sex.” 

Y/n pulled the shirt Wanda had laid out over her head, tucking the front into her pants before looking up. Wanda was holding out a small inconspicuous bottle, and when  gently plucked it from her palm, she noticed it was made of black glass. Spraying a little bit onto her wrists, y/n‘s eyes widened at the familiar vanilla scent. 

Wanda chuckled, seeing the shocked expression on y/n’s face. When y/n offered to bottle back, she simply placed it into y/n’s duffel bag with a few socks wrapped around it to keep it safe. 

“I knew you liked the scent, so I bought another one for you to have.” Wanda said, fiddling with the sleeves of her oversized sweater as she stood up. 

Y/n crossed the few feet of space between them, throwing her arms around Wanda and placing kisses on her cheeks. Wanda smiled, chuckling when y/n finally stopped and rested her head against her shoulder. “I only like the scent because it reminds me of you.” Y/n’s voice was muffled, but Wanda heard it. 

Gently grabbing y/n’s arms, Wanda released herself from the girl’s tight hold. At y/n’s confused look, she gestured towards the alarm clock. “Three minutes until your driver is here.”

Y/n’s heart clenched, and she pressed her lips tightly together. Reaching down, she grabbed her duffel in one hand, and grasped Wanda’s hand gently with the other. She led the way, suddenly hyper aware of every movement Wanda made, of every breath she took and how her skin felt against y/n’s fingers. 

As they reached the front door, y/n looked over at the woman beside her. She was about to speak when she heard the tires of a car come up the driveway. Sighing, she looked out of the window, recognizing the standard car Happy always drove. 

“That’s Happy.” Y/n said, her voice soft. She cleared her throat slightly as Wanda took a deep breath. Then, Wanda pulled her hand from y/n’s, biting her bottom lip as she opened the front door. Y/n just stared at her hand, where Wanda’s had been mere seconds ago. 

The sunlight hit her, and y/n blinked at the force of it. She walked down to the trunk of the car in a daze, barely hearing the quiet pleasantries Happy and Wanda exchanged. She positioned her bag so it wouldn’t move around and break the bottle of perfume Wanda had gifted her, before shutting the trunk and attempting to smile at Happy. 

“Alright!” Happy clapped his hands together awkwardly, seeming to finally notice the tense atmosphere. “I’ll be waiting in the car while you say your goodbye’s.” With that, he got in the car and promptly shut the door. 

Y/n couldn’t see Happy through the tint of the windows, but ushered Wanda a few feet away just in case. 

“I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper for you.” Wanda said, her eyes trained on the sleeves of her sweater. “It’s in the side pocket of your bag.”

“I’ll text you as soon as I get my phone back.” Y/n said softly, and Wanda finally looked up. 

Wanda had never cried in front of y/n. In fact, she’d never even shown her that she was sad or upset during the entire summer they lived together. So, y/n was taken aback by the unshed tears in Wanda’s normally bright eyes. 

“I would like that very much.” Wanda’s voice was shaky, and when y/n reached a hand up to cup her face, she stepped back slightly. Y/n let her hand drop back down to her forearm. Her fingers played with a familiar fabric, and when she inspected the sweater Wanda was wearing, she recognized it as one of her own.

“I love you.” Y/n whispered, her eyes on Wanda’s downturned face, silently begging the woman to look up. Wanda didn’t say anything, biting her bottom lip as she took in another shaky breath. 

“Say something Wanda.” Y/n pleaded, the hollow space in her chest starting to grow bigger. Wanda just shook her head, a single tear rolling down her face and landing on their conjoined hands. Wanda squeezed y/n’s hands tightly, her lips shaking slightly as she finally opened her mouth. 

“Listen kid, let's wrap it up, we’ve got a plane to catch.” Happy’s voice reached y/n’s ears. 

Wanda closed her mouth, pressing her lips tightly together. 

She looked so small. Y/n had never seen her like this. Wanda’s mere presence normally filled the entire room, but now she was slightly hunched in on herself, her hands playing with the sleeves of her oversized sweater as she avoided y/n’s eyes. 

Happy started to speak again, but y/n shot him a look. He held his hands up in mock surrender before tapping his wristwatch. 

Turning back to Wanda, y/n released her hands. Wanda didn’t say anything. Y/n leaned in and pressed her lips to Wanda’s temple, just briefly, before pulling away a few inches to whisper in the woman’s ear. 

“I love you, Wanda.” 

Y/n knew she wouldn’t get a response, and her voice was seconds away from cracking so she straightened up and walked around the car to the passenger side. She felt her throat burning slightly, and she blinked rapidly as her eyes started to well up. 

As Happy drove away, y/n looked back. Wanda had finally raised her head, and was hugging herself around the waist with her hands covered by the sweater sleeves. Her eyes followed the car, and although y/n knew she couldn’t see her, she raised a hand to wave goodbye. 

Y/n watched as Wanda’s figure faded from view, swallowing back her tears as she faced forward again. Happy, bless his heart, didn’t say a word the entire drive to the airport. He didn’t talk as they drove up to the small private jet, or when y/n shut his trunk just a little too hard. 

“Right this way ma’am.” Came the voice of a flight attendant, and y/n barely spared her a glance as she allowed herself to be led to the seating area. Sitting down with a sigh, y/n fiddled with the window shutter through her unshed tears. Upon releasing it, she gazed out at the city that had been her home for the last three months. 

The image of Wanda, standing alone in her driveway with her watery green eyes, wearing her too big sweater filled y/n’s mind. She finally turned away from the window as the jet took off, not wanting to watch the city as it, too, faded from view. Her hand reached up, finding the small star necklace she never took off. Her hand dropped, gripping the seat tightly as she finally allowed the tears to come. 

The only thing y/n could think about as she sat stoically, tears running down her face, was that in her last memory of Wanda, her green eyes hadn’t sparkled.

Next Chapter

[theladyofbloodshed]

Nesta finally pulling her own weight doesn't make her magically not abusive. She had no reason to abuse Feyre when Feyre was only ever kind towards her. Nesta slut shames Feyre, steals from her, demeans and insults her for sport. Feyre was only ever trying to help Nesta when she sent her to the HOW. Nesta never even has any good intentions towards Feyre. She just wants to tear her down to her level.

Pulling her weight??? Offering herself as a sacrifice then killing the king which ended the war and saving all of prythian??? That’s a bit more than pulling her weight.

It was never Nesta’s duty to do anything for Feyre. The blame falls on the father. We know from canon that Feyre and Elain cannot cook - and it’s highly unlikely that a rich merchant would know how - so the cooking likely fell to Nesta but it’s not mentioned. We do see in those first chapters that nesta chops wood twice so it has likely happened many times in the past. Elain never gets off her ass but that’s fine because she uses Feyre’s money to buy paint once, absolved of all sins against her majesty 😌

We have a few chapters of mortal life all from Feyre’s perspective. There’s no evidence that Feyre “was only ever nice” to Nesta. Nesta says Feyre was always snarling orders at them. She also tells the NC that she’ll make her sisters agree to host the queens - despite the danger it can put them in and it did ruin their lives.

Feyre and the whole ic slut shame nesta. If they were only trying to help her when they sent her to the HoW:

Why did they trap her with a man who has wanted to sleep with her since he met her?

Why did they force her to train like a spectacle in Illyria - a place they all hate - when Feyre was allowed to train in private with just individual members of the ic?

Why did they force her to train at all when she expressed numerous times that she has never wanted to be a warrior?

Why did they make her look for items of the dread trove because she wasn’t at all safe doing that?

She was attacked by a kelpie and nearly killed under their care. She put on the mask under their care. She fell down the stairs under their care. She got trapped in a prison cell with Lanthys under their care. She got dragged into the Blood Rite under their care. “Their care” nearly killed her multiple times.

They literally just needed nesta where they could see her so they could use her power 🤷🏻‍♀️

[pheita]

OC Deep Dive

I was tagged by @forthesanityofstorytellers

So, I do this for my dear Sojan, since I really really try to get back into Blood Night and sort the chaos of short stories etc into book 2 and 3. I hate past me

Tagging @ashen-crest @cljordan-imperium @dreaminggoblin-yells @eternalwritingstudent (psst *whispering Amon*)

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

The biggest fear of Sojan is to face his power hungry father again. (Too bad exactly this happens)

Do they have any pet peeves?

People claiming their gods tell them they are better than others.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Usually his sword close by, a book, and since he met Lyran always a tub of lube lol

What do they notice first in a person?

The way they hold themselves, mannerism, hands

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

I would put Sojan on a solid 6, he can take some.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

As long as it is neither a priest of the Five on Wealzarithian territory or his father, he will fight.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Since Sojan is a lust demon, who live polyamore usually, he grew up with lots of siblings and is actually a middle child. (Third child of six) He would love to have a big family himself, and has one later on.

What animal represents them best?

A wolf, and yes we ignore the his mount is a big wolf.

What is a smell that they dislike?

A certain kind of incense that is usually used for working higher magic

Have they broken any bones?

Multiple ones, comes with the job

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Most people would describe Sojan as a tall, bulky and calm person who gives off some vibes of being friendly and approachable, yet not trying to interfere with people's daily life too much.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

More of a morning bird.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

He isn't that fond of beer

Do they have any hobbies?

If he isn't out hunting monsters, Sojan likes to lend a helping hand at the kitchen. Cooking helps him relax

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Once he survived the almost heart attack, he will be excited. Especially when it comes to birthday parties.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

He wears some jewelry out of necessity because in his bracelets are magic dampers hidden to hide his demonic heritage and block his magic since he never got the hang of doing more than basic stuff.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

It is more some strange neutral one, neithe messy nor flowery.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Annoyed (monster hunting brings this with it, and having siblings lol)

Surprised (we blame his sis and Lyran for this )

Do they have a favorite fabric?

He likes the thick woven wool fabrics from the cold North territories, where his mother lives

What kind of accent do they have?

Since he settled down in the hunters guild in the Mid-East he adapted the accent of the people there with the more rumbling R and Ch sounds and the softer G sounds that could easily be mistaken for J sometimes when they speak. Yet he still has the melodic way to speak from his demonic mother tongue that transported over even into the trade language everyone uses.

Blank Copy and Paste Version under the cut

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Do they have any pet peeves?

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

What do they notice first in a person?

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

What animal represents them best?

What is a smell that they dislike?

Have they broken any bones?

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Do they have any hobbies?

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Do they have a favorite fabric?

What kind of accent do they have?

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Hi! 😀 So… the holiday season is almost upon us and I would like to request some HC’s with any combo of characters on how they would celebrate (anything) with their s/o (if at all). Happy holidays~ ✨✨✨ -🕊 anon

Since I’m most familiar with Christmas and New Year’s I’ll stick with them. I promise to try and get your yandere version done soon. 

🎄Christmas🎁

Germany: When it comes to the holidays, Luther does the bare minimum in terms of effort. Even if his darling is there. He contributes premade advent calendars, usually the chocolate kind. His decorations usually result in a single wreath on the front door and the window stickers. If his darling wants more, she is welcome to set up and do anything she desires for the home. To gain his help, she just has to sweeten the deal; a kiss or two, maybe a case of his favorite beer. Then he might hang up those lights outside.

Together they will transverse the Christmas Market. Looking at all the different goods, making gift purchases, and commenting on the different items. Overall, it’s a sweet time to enjoy together.

On Christmas Eve, Luther will slip away. One of his gifts to you is to have the ‘Christkind’ come and not only set up the tree, which he does in a very simple way but also leave some gifts. If you are of the tradition to open on Christmas morning, then he may accept that and only open one gift. If you can prevent him from touching the others. 

Romano: Fabrizio enjoys Christmas. One of his favorite parts is having you help set up the small nativity he has preserved throughout the centuries. If you don’t use a nativity, then after helping with his, Fabrizio will help you create your own little thing to set up. Even going as far as to fabricate a special one just for you. Afterward, then it is going out and seeing all the different Christmas displays, commenting on the beauty of each one.

He is gonna push to do some of your traditions. It doesn’t matter if it's only watching the Christmas Story on Christmas day, making special cookies, or even sleeping under the tree. He wants to truly blend your traditions with his for Christmas.

At some point, his family will hold a small party that lasts a week. It's just the Italian trio and each one will bring their darlings. The party starts out simple with a homemade dinner, singing of various Italian Christmas Carols, and doing many small Italian traditions. Then when all the spouses sleep, the men discuss business and show the darker traditions of their Christmas celebration.

China: Jin views Christmas like we view Valentine's Day. It is a time for lovers and a time for friends. His start to the holiday celebration is simple, a Peace Apple to be shared with you. Its simple message of 'Merry Christmas' scrawled on the tender flesh is enough to make you tear up.

During the marathon of Hallmark Christmas movies, in which Jin will swear up and down to other nations that it was your idea, he suggests making paper ornaments. As yours pull inspiration from your own traditions and memories, so do Jin’s. Their small dragons and lanterns create a ferocious tree. 

Once the world calms down on Christmas Eve, you and Jin will gaze at the fully decorated tree. Warmth lulls the both of you into a gentle haze as the presents sparkle in the red lights. It will be something he hopes to do every year with you for as long as you two are together. 

Wales: Jareth isn’t the biggest fan of the holidays. He doesn’t care for the loud atmosphere and the push to be kind to those he could care less for. Though for you, he would silently suffer a thousand parties if it made you happy.

The fae lookalike possesses the ability to cook just like Oliver. Though he doesn’t use it often, during Christmas time he will push for the two of you to make toffee together. The excess is placed into multiple dishes and goods for you to enjoy together. Sometimes the supply lasts well into the New Year.

Instead of regular carolers, you will be treated to Mari Lwyd. Jareth would give a small smile to you as a small group of people hold up a horse skull draped in grey, singing for entry into his home. Jareth will encourage you to join him as he sings back. The contest goes on until the parade decides to move one, usually about 10 minutes.

🎆 ~New Years ~ 🍾

Germany: During the New Year, the two of you would attend a party hosted at his father’s home. The warm atmosphere is rich in Germanic traditions. The night would kick off with drinking Bowle and reading melted lead to predict your future for the New Year.

As the night goes on and as the drinks warm your stomachs, Lutz will produce a small, good luck charm for you. Showing you his own matching one.

Lastly, as the clock strikes midnight, a long and passionate kiss shared between the two of you is how you greet the new year.

Romano: As the sun rises on the 31st you are awakened to Fabrizio gifting you a simple set of red underwear. Its scarlet hues cause your cheeks to match, which darken from Fabrizio’s gentle kiss.

As the hours seem to shorten at the year’s end, Fabrizio and you both go about collecting all the old things that you no longer want or need from your homes. Once filled, the boxes are slid to a nearby window. From there, the two of you throw out the old things. Cheering as the New Year is welcomed into a fresh home.

His New Year’s with you ends with the coming of La Befana. Stockings hung on the Feast of Epiphany will then be filled with simple goods. That next morning is spent in the company of each other, eating chocolates, and in matching red pajamas.

China: The Lunar New Year is when Jin's holiday season is in full swing. You guys kick it off by cleaning the entire house together. All the silver is polished, the floors shine, and the glass is almost invisible. During the cleaning, he leaves you small red envelopes with not only money but sweet love letters.

As night falls, the two of you go out and dance the night away. Roaring with the dragons and grooving with lions the thrill of a fresh start only makes your smiles grow. As the fireworks paint a temporary aurora of colors, you kiss.

Wales: For New Year’s Eve and Day there isn’t much of a difference between Jareth and everyday life. The two of you will enjoy a quiet evening, spent in the arms of each other while you reflect on the year. Giggles at the new inside jokes and tears shed for all that was lost throughout the year.  

A few days after the New Year’s kicked itself into full swing, you are surprised by the knock at the door and confused at how Jareth brings a small bowl of goodies to the door. Once opened you are excited to see the little children sing and wish you a Calenning. To which you and Jareth give them treats in exchange. A simple but sweet tradition that the two of you enjoy.  

[alj4890]

Day 3 Treat

For Choices RCD Appreciation Week 2022

(Matt Rodriguez x Addison Sinclaire) I know in RCD these two are only friends, but I always want them together, LOL.

Prompt: "What is that smell?" "It was supposed to be gingerbread cookies, now it's just a pile of coal."

@choicesrcd2022 @hopelessromantic1352 @promptnonny @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @trappedinfanfiction @flyawayboo @krsnlove

Masterlist

Baking Woes

"Addison!" Matt coughed as he rushed through the smoked filled house. "Where are you?!"

A tearful wail drew him to the kitchen.

He coughed some more as he made his way towards her. His worry grew when he saw her slumped across the kitchen counter.

"Addison?" Matt tried to pick her up.

Tear filled blue eyes lifted toward him.

"Are you hurt?" He held her tight as he quickly scanned her for any visible injuries.

"No." She yelled to be heard over the smoke alarms screeching their warnings.

"There's a fire somewhere!" He yelled back. "We have to get out of here!"

"I put it out!" She struggled out of his arms to open up the kitchen windows.

Matt watched her in disbelief as she fanned the smoke with a badly singed cooking magazine.

It wasn't long before the smoke alarms shut off.

"Is that what was burning?" Matt asked, pointing at what was left of the magazine.

"What?" She looked down at the item she swore would help make their first Christmas as a couple special. "It wasn't the only thing on fire."

Matt's eyes widened as he took in the disaster that had struck his once pristine kitchen. Mixing bowls were littered all over the table and bar. Egg shells were scattered along the counters, dripping egg whites down the cabinets. Flour was strewn about the floor and sink. Measuring cups held the residues of mysterious liquids.

Addison herself appeared to have taken part in a battle. Her shiny blonde hair was nearly white with flour dustings. Strands had escaped her messy bun to hang lopsided along the tips of her ears and the back of her neck. Smudges of egg and brown goo were dotted all over her red apron and green leggings. He knew she'd donned a white t-shirt earlier. He wasn't certain what color it would be after it was thoroughly washed.

Whatever she'd fought in here had beaten her.

And that aroma...

"What is that smell?" He asked.

Addison slumped once more upon a clean spot on the kitchen counter.

"It was supposed to be gingerbread cookies, now it's just a pile of coal."

"Gingerbread cookies?" Matt couldn't believe a cookie could do this much damage in so little time.

He looked about and saw a tray with blackened, oddly shaped objects.

"I ruined them." She sniffed as tears began to fall. "I ruined everything!"

The one thing Matt couldn't take in life was seeing Addison's tears.

He pulled her in his arms, ignoring the squish of whatever she'd spilled on herself and the feel of cold liquid seeping through his clean dress shirt.

Matt pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she cried against his chest. He left his head bent too long in her flour coated hair and ended up sneezing multiple times.

"Oh no!" Addison wailed louder than before. "Now I've made you sick!" She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. "Christmas is ruined!"

"No, it isn't!" Matt tilted her face up, gently wiping the stray tears that continued to fall. "You're here, right?"

He kissed her forehead.

She nodded while reaching for a paper towel to wipe her nose.

"And I'm here." He pressed another soft kiss to her cheek.

She mumbled an agreement.

"Then it sounds like the perfect Christmas to me." He gave her a tender kiss.

Addison slipped her arms around his neck, sighing when he ended the sweet exchange.

"This is why I love you, Matt." She snuggled within his arms. "You always point out the good things when bad things happen."

He smiled while holding her close.

"It's easy whenever you're around."

She looked up at him. Her typical bright smile appeared once more.

"There's my sunshine girl." He mumbled against her lips. "I was worried she disappeared in the smoke."

She giggled, shaking her head over such a nickname. Her attention was then drawn to the man-made disaster she'd created.

She'd been so sure she would end up being a wonderful baker.

Boy was I wrong, she thought to herself.

"I'm sorry I destroyed your kitchen." Her bottom lip began to quiver as new tears filled her eyes.

"It's no big deal." Matt tugged her back in his arms.

He leaned his head down until he was eye level with her when she began to sniff.

"Addison, I don't care if this kitchen has to be demolished and I have to start all over again with contractors."

"I don't think it's that bad." She mumbled.

He grinned. "I know that and now you do too."

"Okay." She looked up at him. "Now what do we do?"

"I say we leave this room and pretend it doesn't exist for a while."

"Matt!" She giggled even harder as he took her hand and made a dramatic show of sneaking out of the kitchen.

"There!" He playfully wiped his brow. "We made it."

"What am I going to do with you?" Addison asked.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning close to kiss his lips.

"I definitely love where your head is at right now." He said between kisses.

He lifted her up, smiling against her lips when she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I have to make it up to you somehow." She kissed down his neck. "Not only did I destroy your kitchen--"

"The room that shall not be named." He corrected.

She laughed in the midst of his kiss.

"Not only did I destroy the room that shall not be named, I also ruined our treats for tonight."

"Hmm. That is a problem." Matt pretended to ponder this. "There's only one way to fix this."

"And what's that?" Addison asked.

He placed her on the couch then covered her body with his.

"You'll have to be my treat tonight." Matt replied.

[seabreeze2022]

2023 Bahama Cruise. Part 11. Mar. 23 Georgetown, Exuma.

Cruising is not all sandy beaches, sunsets and “Pain Killers”. But sometimes it is! Sometimes you have to fix the dinghy outboard on the sandy beach at high noon then retire for Pain Killers later.

We have been in Stocking Harbor at Georgetown, Exuma for 4 days since Monday. Four wet days! Everyone in the anchorage is going stir crazy.

Every morning at 0755 the “net Host” comes on VHF channel 16 and 72, notifying everyone the net will start at 0800. This is the highlight of the day. Photo above has the VHF tuned to Channel 72.

Many anchorages have a net host. They follow a script each day. First they do a radio check for far ends of the anchorage.

Check for priority traffic. Explain local emergency contact phone numbers.

Give a weather and tide synopsis.

This is a “Controlled Net”. Please Answer with a boat name and wait to be acknowledged.

People leaving can say their farewell. Some people have been here 3 months and made many friends.

Shout out to local businesses.

People who need items or expert advice. Usually told to standby at the end of the net for longer explanation.

“For sale or give away”, with the warning taxes need to be paid. This is the fun segment. We once heard for multiple days in a row, folks willing to give of their extra stock of “Dry milk” for adult beverages. No takers, imagine that!

This week on Tuesday someone was missing a “blue sheet” from their laundry done on shore. On Wednesday, someone who must not have been listening on Tuesday, had a “blue sheet” slipped into their laundry done on shore.

It helps to take notes of boat names and what they needed.

Kids corner, where kids connect with each other.

New boats introduce themselves. The last thing is a quote, joke or thought for the day.

Rainey days. Little solar power. Stuck in the cabin. At least the clothes get a fresh water rinse!

What do you do during a rainy day. Maintenance and cleaning! Here I am checking the engine and give Nancy some cross training on the engine room. She gave up on cross training me on cooking. I can open a mean can of cold ravioli and that is about it.

Nancy does a lot of reading and movie watching. I research local history and flora and fauna.

I try and use the Single Side Band to download HF weather radio fax. No luck yet. Could be the many boats in the harbor with all their electronic interference. I have to be cognizant if even the Refrigerator is operating or not. All cause interference.

The weather broke for a couple of hours on Wednesday. Like everyone else, we made for the beach on our dinghy. While walking the beach at low tide we found a Flamingos Tongue. Just for clarification a shell, not the actually tongue of a Flamingo.

Wild Sapodillas on the trail. The fruit, the brown things in the photo, are about the size of a ping pong ball or slightly smaller.

More rain bands. Have to get up in the middle of the night and close all hatches. I sleep in the forward V-birth and know exactly when it starts raining. Because it falls on me!

I can only ignore it so long, before I decide it is worth walking around on deck while it is raining and close all the hatches.

I am still having issues with my dinghy engine. Pulled the carburetor apart about 4 times prior to departure. Like an idiot I did not touch the engine after last season. The old fuel turns into a varnish and clogs the orifices in the carburetor.

Watched a couple of YouTube videos during the rainy weather. Found some more information and ready to tackle it again. Ok, get a list together of exactly what tools are needed. Metric or Standard? Tohatsu equals Japanese, so need metric tools. Do I pull the engine cowl off while the dinghy engine is on the dinghy and floating over 20 feet of saltwater? Nope, not a good Idea. Should we haul the engine off the dinghy and lift it onto the rail of the sailboat? Lots of work and needs to be tested while on the dinghy. So twice as much work.

So how should I work on the engine with some control of the environment?

Nancy and I dinghy directly upwind of our boat to do engine work. Being directly upwind, helps if we have to oar back. Once on shore, we turn the dinghy around and I dig hole to allow the engine to be lowered to work on it.

Being careful not to get sand into the water intake on the lower unit of the engine, I start disassembling the carburetor. Repeat the days mantra after me: DON’T DROP ANY PARTS IN THE SAND….DON’T DROP ANY PARTS IN THE SAND……

Having done this before, I was not too worried about working on the beach and maybe having to oar home. But, you never know….

Nancy got tired of my terse answers and went “Walk about”.

She definitely had more fun than me! Anyway the engine ran, but I decided to tear it apart a second time. So we hauled it up the beach again. Nancy dug the engine pit in the sand this time. I tore the carburetor out a second time, while Nancy made a second loop of the beach and trails.

So far it runs ok, but have not done a true test. It runs at idle forward ok. Sun was out, so we dinghied at slow speed 1.3 miles in rough weather to Georgetown. I ran to the Hardware store for Carburetor cleaner $17. Nancy went grocery shopping at Exuma Market. We checked out with $53 worth of some essentials, which were stuffed in a waterproof bag. An 11 oz. block of coffee is $9. Swung by the liquor store for 2 bottles of Ricardo Coconut Rum, around $25 each.

It was an upwind slog home in 1 foot waves. Kind of wet. Groceries were dry. After a quick shower on the stern, we settled down for the evening.

Here Nancy is What’s Apping her Mom in Fargo where it snowed again recently.

Evening appetizers while listening to the local FM station. After the long day, “pain killers” were the perfect ending that started on the beach.

Saturday the weather breaks and we will move down to “Water Cays” in the Jumentoes. We are taking fresh vegetables and other groceries to our friends who have been in the Jumentoes for three weeks. They are moving up from the Double Breasted Cays and we will both meet in the Water Cays.

This will be new territory for us. So far this is as far south as we have sailed. Not long after we leave our anchorage we cross the Tropic of Cancer. Approximately 23.4 degrees north of the equator. From there we cross just north of Hog Cay and head directly to Water Cay. We need to hit the Hog Cay Cut at high tide to make it through with our 5 ft. draft. Will be off the grid for the week or so. Luckily, we have a water maker that will make our week down there doable.

From there we plan on visiting Long Island (Bahamas) and will then be back on the grid. Hopefully we will have some good things to report from the Jumentoes.

S/V Sea Breeze. Sand Dollar beach, Stocking Harbor, Great Exuma, Bahamas.