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lanitalay · 6 months

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Before I Say Goodnight

Chapter 9

a/n: can't believe that we're already at chapter 9, that's crazyyy

warnings: none, really

Word count: 2.8k

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Eyes flutter open and you swear you can still feel a blush heating your cheeks. You had no idea how the kiss -well, kisses- even happened. One moment you were heading to your room, the next you were sitting on the counter while Azriel kissed your mouth and neck… Your whole face is red now. Getting up from the bed, you go to the bathing room and fill the tub with cold water. I need to calm down.

Looking in the mirror you see perfectly braided hair, a beautiful deep purple long sleeved dress that fits your torso snugly and flares beneath the hips paired with delicate sandals only worn on days spent helping the priestesses with menial tasks. You wished you had a necklace to really complete the look but didn’t see the point in purchasing one. Before leaving the room you find a bottle of lavender oil you had been using for relaxing baths and aromatherapy and place a few drops on your neck and wrists. Since arriving, you have never put that much effort into how you look. Your priorities having always been lying elsewhere but… you can’t deny that you like Azriel. At the thought, a girlish grin appears on your face. You hadn’t liked anyone since Mathew. When that relationship ended everything else in your life seemed to fall apart and romance was the last thing you were thinking about. Even on your trip, you had seen attractive people all over but never made an effort to speak to them. Mathew… you wonder what he’s been doing. It has been nearly a month of you being gone. Disappeared. A month… the smile vanishes, replaced by a subtle frown. You had been so desperate to return once you arrived, the shock of a new world sending you into panic mode. But guilt fills you up as you realize that the last few days you had barely thought of getting back. You think of your friends and your family all the time, but the urge to see them again has… diminished to a certain degree. Life in the House of Wind has been very comfortable, but just abandoning your whole life is a giant leap to make because of comfort. You compose yourself, not wanting to go into a spiral before having breakfast, and head to the dining room.

You’re relieved and horrified to see that only Azriel is in the dining room this morning. “Good morning” you greet and sit down, immediately filling up your plate with an egg dish that looks delicious. He clears his throat “good morning”.The only noise is metal lightly scraping against delicate porcelain. Shadows lurk their way towards your face, no doubt telling their master what they see. You haven’t looked at him yet. Blush still wild on your cheeks. Images of his hands, his beautiful scarred hands, and all the places they touched replaying over and over and over. He pulls his shadows back and clears his throat again “did you sleep well?” It had been sun up by the time you two had disentangled, but for at least a few hours you had managed to sleep without the disturbing nightmares. “Yes, what about you?” he shook his head, “I had training at dawn”. Your eyes widen and you finally look at him. He looks great, freshly bathed, his hair still damp and his Illyrian leathers hug his biceps in such a way… You look away from him again and focus all of your attention on the eggs. “About last night…” Azriel begins and your throat closes up “what about it?” He pauses and continues “we can pretend it didn’t happen if you want” you look at him again, brow furrowed. “Why would we do that?” he shrugs “it’s just a suggestion, I don’t want things to be uncomfortable between us”. “Do you want to forget about it?” He remains still, you swear you can see his internal debate. After a moment he shakes his head “no”. “Me neither, but I think we should remain friends, until the portal thing gets resolved” he looks at you, unwavering. “Do you want to go back?” You shrug “I think I have too” “you don’t have to do anything you don’t want”. You break the stare “I don’t know Az, I really don’t” when you look back his face has softened and he nods “it’s ok”. You finish your food and pour yourself some tea, “Lucien is going to be at the River House today, do you want to go?” You perk up at the mention of the red haired male “of course”.

It had been a while since you had visited the beautiful house on the river bank. Autumn had changed the leaves' colors to shades of red, orange and yellow. You had been excited to hear that Lucien was finally coming to the Night Court. He was the first to help you here, even if it had been a… rough start. You missed him and the other exiles, forever saving a place in your heart for them. “Who invited you?” Lucien teased once he saw you walk through the main door. You roll your eyes but can’t help the little walk-skip-run you do to hug him “you shouldn’t speak to me like that, emissary. You never know how useful I could become for your diplomatic endeavors” you say in a mock-stern voice. “I’ll see you at lunch, Rhysand wants to get the meeting out of the way” you nod and he walks into the High Lord’s study. Azriel speaks “I’ll me at the meeting too, Elain is in the kitchen if you want company in the meantime” “alright, see you later”.

The kitchen smelled of yeast and sugar and flour. “Hi, Elain” she didn’t look up from the cake she was decorating as she greeted you in return. There was a big mess everywhere you looked. You could clearly tell where she had mixed the frostings to make different colors and where she had combined all of the ingredients to make the cake batter. You even spotted where she had kneaded the bread that was currently in the oven. “Want me to help you clean up?” she looked up at that, eyes filled with genuine gratitude “I would appreciate it if you could” and offered a sheepish smile. Despite the mess all around her she looked perfectly intact. Maybe she has some sort of magical stain repellent. “Is there an apron I can put on?” without stopping her task she answers “there are some in the first drawer” and motions with her head. You put on the apron, roll your sleeves up and get to work.

Wiping the sweat off your brow and fanning yourself with a rag you admire your work. The kitchen was spotless. You were very tempted to take a slice of the cake but had already been warned that it was for after lunch. “Are you happy to see Lucien?” You asked Elain, but quickly regretted it because you were not nearly close enough to her to ask questions about something so personal “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer. I just know about the mating bond but it’s none of my business”. She sighs, like she’s been thinking about it all along. “It’s ok, but to be honest, I don’t know” you nod and are surprised as she goes on in a hushed voice “he is a good male. Truly, he is, you know that. But before this life I was engaged to man that I was in love with. We had chosen each other and were committed to a lifetime together” she looks directly at you for the first time today “and the promise of that was ripped away from me along with my humanity. The concept of mates is still new to me, but my sisters and I have been told that we have been very lucky in that regard. And I can’t deny that I feel attracted to him, like I’m being pulled to be near him constantly. When he’s away I feel it in my bones… but I didn’t choose him. He was assigned to me by some predetermined fate. And I’m constantly suppressing the instinct to be with him because it is the only shred of free will I have left. If I choose to be with him, I’d feel like I’d be forfeiting the last part of myself that I have control over” you had never heard her speak so much. Reaching for her hand, placing yours atop hers “in my realm, I felt very similarly to you. I felt like I was being controlled and molded into someone that just was not me. I had a fiancé and instead of feeling lucky I felt like I was drowning and everyone in my life kept pushing me underwater. So I ran, I left it all behind and… well now I’m here. It did not go how I thought it was going to but” you lower your voice, hearing the doors to the study open “I don’t regret making my own decisions. I asked you because I’m nosy but if you want my unsolicited advice” she nods, “do whatever you need to do, even if it takes you out of your comfort zone. Travel, meet new people, share your knowledge with someone, visit a neighbor, whatever but don’t lock yourself away”. She squeezes your hand and smiles gently.

After lunch you go outside to enjoy the sun. As winter approaches the days get shorter, making every drop of sunshine extra precious. The rest of the group stayed inside near the toasty hearth. The constant breeze that comes from the Sidra chips away at your exposed skin and you shiver. A warmth emanating male comes to stand next to you. You take a side step to be closer to him “how was the meeting?” Lucien looks around and answers “fine, there weren’t many updates to give. How has it been here?” You look at him and realize you trust him. In the beginning you had to, it was your only option. Now, you trust him because he’s earned it “Azriel and I kissed last night” you just had to tell someone and prayed to god none of his shadows would not report this back to him. Lucien’s eyes widen and he laughs, a bit too loudly in your opinion. “Want to elaborate?” you shook your head “I just needed to tell someone” “I’m flattered”. You scoff “you should be” a harsh gust blows some strands of hair out of your braid and your eyes water from the cold “it was a bit weird in the morning but then it was fine. I don’t know what to think about it though, since I’m supposed to leave soon”. Lucien lifts a sharp brow “he wasn’t fond of the idea of you returning, something about a trap?” “It’s just a feeling I have, and the nightmares don’t help” “Rhysand is eager to try the portal” you laugh at that “I get the feeling he doesn’t like me very much”. Lucien chuckles “he really only likes Feyre”. You remain quiet for a bit until Lucien speaks again “you are supposed to fly down to the clearing tomorrow”. Ice runs through your veins now, a mixture of the wind and the impending trip back home. “Oh” is all you manage to get out.

You open the drawer to your bedside table and place the few belongings you have in your bag. The clothes you had worn on your first day here were clean and folded atop the dresser. You were ready to go home. There wasn’t much to pack. The group had gone to Rita’s for dinner and it was a nice distraction for about an hour, Azriel had flown you to the House of Wind after you finished eating. You hadn’t spoken much to him today. Not knowing what to say or what to think or what to feel. Nervous? Excited? Scared? You take your blanket from the bed and sit in front of the windows. It could very well be your last night here, the view was something you’d want to remember and you curse at yourself for not taking a picture when you still had a phone.

The flight to the clearing was brutal. The temperature was so much lower in the skies and without any type of shield it felt like razors were slicing through any exposed skin. So you were extremely relieved to have landed in the still temperate Mortal Lands, autumn here was still in its early stages and by the looks of it they still had several weeks before the cold made life more difficult. You had been helping Gwyn with the symbols by holding up her notebook while she drew every line with a thick white pigment. “The lines must be intact” she had said sternly when Cassian groaned about carrying two cans of it. She was nearly done now, only a few more symbols to complete the circular portal. That’s when Azriel asked Cassian to hold the notebook. You looked at him with narrowed eyes as he led you away from them. “I don’t think you should go”. No words came out when you opened your mouth. You try again “what?” It comes out as a whisper. “I don’t think you should go” you huff “why?” He inhales “because the risks are far too big and I don’t think you want to go back but are afraid to admit it to yourself” you cross your arms at your chest, defensive “why would you say that?” His voice is steady “I agree with you, I think it’s a trap” you shake your head “no, why do you think I don’t want to go back to my home?” His expression is stern now “y/n, you’ve told me about your home. I don’t think you were happy there, you could be happy here-” “Doing what? Looking for books my whole life and then drop dead in that damn library while all of you keep living? Azriel, I can’t stay locked away at the house forever”. He pinches the bridge of his nose “that’s not what I’m saying, you could find something else to do, anything really. You could find a place to live in town and build a life for yourself” he’s pleading, your heart feels like it’s in your throat. He goes on “what do you have to get back to anyways?”. You step back from him “you cannot be serious, I have family, friends. Azriel I have a whole life and I can’t just throw it all away. I have no future here, no sense of belonging, no career, nothing” he steps closer to you “I’m saying you could have any life you want here, I’ll help you-”

“Stop” he stops talking, his shadows have curled around your legs, anchoring you. “Guys, this is pretty much ready” you hear Gwyn announce. You tear your eyes from Azriel and look at the nearly completed circle. Only one line remained.

“I don’t want our last conversation to be like this,” you say. Azriel insists, “y/n please, stay, you’re being stubborn”. Your eyes roar “you’re being an ass” and walk over to Gwyn and Cassian. They are pretending they didn’t hear every word of your conversation. “Do it” and with a final stroke Gwyn finishes the portal. The four of you stare at the circle in the center and… nothing. Absolutely nothing happened. You feel Azriel sag with relief “Gwyn, what happened?” You ask, she’s double and triple checking the markings on her notebook “I don’t know… we must be missing something, the marks are perfect” you take a breath and turn to Azriel “happy?” he puts his hands behind his back “I think it’s good you’ll have more time to think about what is best for you” you roll your eyes “don’t treat me like a child, just because I'm not a million years old doesn’t mean that I don’t know what’s best for me”. You don’t, and you weren’t feeling one hundred percent sure about returning. But that was your decision, not anyone else’s. “Cassian, can you take me to the Manor?” Azriel looks confused “let’s just go home, y/n. We can be back before nightfall” you shake your head. “No, you guys can go, I’m staying here for a while”. Azriel goes to move towards you but you walk towards Cassian “please?” He nods and you leap into the sky before Azriel can say anything else.

“Too bad the portal didn’t work out,” Lucien says. “Yeah, too bad” you sit looking at the hearth. “What are you going to do now?”

You shrug “I have no idea”.

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wreckmetoji · 1 year

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Hihihi!! Heard you wanted some requests for Trigun 👁️ how about a Vash x reader who ruthlessly flirts with him and always manages to make him a flustered mess? Like they'll be in a cafe eating smthn and she goes "you know whats sweeter than that donut? me ;)."

maaaan he really is just a baby boy, so it isn't that hard to fluster him AT ALL

It was always the little things, the things that had no buildup that got him the most.

The two of you trekked through miles of seemingly endless desert, having to settle for traveling on foot due to the lack of working bus stations in the previous town. Realistically, the next town over was only a couple hours away, but you had left in such a rush you didn't get time to stock up properly on necessities before leaving.

"Ahh, we forgot water too?" Vash sighed, turning his canteen upside down and shaking it in frustration.

"No no, you forgot water. I was smart enough to fill up before we left," You quipped, shaking your nearly full water bottle in front of his face for dramatic effect. He smiled, reaching for it with his left hand. You yanked it away just before he could touch it, poking your tongue out at him in jest.

"Please," Vash whined, "I'm so thirsty." Sinking to his knees playfully, he held his hands up to you in faux prayer.

He didn't see it, didn't see the way your eyes darkened, didn't see the smirk that curled the corners of your sly lips, didn't see the malice behind your sweet face.

"You look really good when you're on your knees begging, Vash," Your fingers gripped his chin, giving his head a little wag, before you turned heel and continued your path. Vash sputtered, face so hot you could fry an egg on him. He quickly scrambled to his feet, running after you.

Finally arriving on the outskirts of town, you both celebrated, decidedly getting a few necessities was your first priority, but sorting through your current finances had you encountering a certain issue...

"We can get some bottled water, and maybe a couple rations, but after the motel I don't think we'll be able to afford lunch," You furrowed your brows, looking down at the coins in your palm. In the back of your mind you vaguely registered him whining about being hungry, to which you didn't miss a beat in gesturing to yourself and saying, "Aw, baby boy, you have a full course meal right here."

It was supposed to be teasing, fun, nothing more than a half-hearted joke, but with every passing joke his face went a little more red and his shoulders a little more rigid, and a not-so-innocent part of you wondered how long it would take to break him.

Considering he was practically steaming from the ears already, maybe you would save that thought for another day. So, instead, you simply laughed, gently grabbing his wrist and insisting you both get some rest at the motel down the street. He followed close behind, face glowing red and uncharacteristically silent, obviously in wait for your next barrage of ceaseless flirting and teasing.

You didn't see him swallow the lump in his throat, or look you up and down as you walked, and most certainly couldn't hear his thoughts wondering how much more of this he could take.

#anon anon #ede answers #trigun x reader #i genuinely might want to continue this thought because pushing vash to his breaking point is Mucho Spicy #patient soft boy vash is tired of your teasing so hes no longer patient soft boy? bark bark bark

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bestest-brackets · 4 days

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What’s this? A new bracket!!

It’s true, friends, after months (estimation) of radio silence, I finally have something new to give you! My apologies for taking so long.

I present the Heterochromia Bracket! The first round goes up on Monday the 13th, so don’t forget to stop by and leave your vote, and maybe even a reblog??

Full lineup for Round 1 below the cut:

Idunn (Fire Emblem: The Binding Blade)

Ooto Ai (Wonder Egg Priority)

Astral (Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal)

Handsome Jack (Borderlands)

Sakura Haruka (Wind Breaker)

Emilou Apache (Bleach)

Kaname Date (AI: The Somnium Files)

Uta (One Piece)

Nishiki (Donten ni Warau)

Euden (Dragalia Lost)

Iguro Obanai (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Kousuke Kamiya (Danball Senki)

Todoroki Shoto (Boku no Hero Academia)

Kurosaki Ranmaru (Uta no Prince-sama)

Raymond (Animal Crossing)

Nakajima Atsushi (Bungo Stray Dogs)

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jotarosexhusband · 6 months

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ANIME TBOY SWAG TOURNAMENT ROUND 4 MATCH 3

Kaoru Kurita (Wonder Egg Priority) VS Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

propaganda under the cut!

KAORU:

KAORU'S CANONICALLY TRANS GUYS CMON

guys come on kaoru is canonically trans #that is like A BIG DEAL #and it majorly adds to his tboy swag

vote kaoru he's actually trans tyyy ♡#his final scene is one of the cutest ive ever seen… t4t love so real. he deserved better

#KAORU IS FUCKING AWESOME OK GUYS HE HAS TO WIN #THE SWAG IS UNMEASURED

#kaoru is so cool please guys #he’s canonically trans too !!

i beg people to vote for the canon trans character please

Kaoru deserves to win for his swag jacket alone

ED:

#EDWARD FUCKING ELRIC SWEEP #that boy is FULL of gender but definitely numero uno is his trans boy swag

#ed elric is constranly called short idk whats more tboy swag than that #other than using his prosthetics to modify his body to fit his tastes. because thats also pretty trans and therefore swag

#ED SWEEP #the only two characters who might have ANYTHING on him are link and jesse pinkman #but ed is the winner in my heart.

#EDDDDD #edward elric #if a trans person says ed is hashtag relatable #then yeah #slay ed slay

#are you fucking kidding me? are you kidding me. #ed doesn't have competitors. he IS the tboy swag.

#ED ELRIC SWEEP LESGOOOOOO #Hes trans bc i want his gender im not taking criticism

#EDWARD ELRIC!!! #og gender envy anime boy for me #i wanted his gender before i even knew that was a thing i could want

#anime tboy swag bracket #flopped them around bc the images look better this way. also sighs #wonder egg priority #kaoru wonder egg priority #kaoru kurita #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #ed elric #edward elric #round 4

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ficreadergirl · 2 months

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Welcome to my Sweetheart

Ep19

Next morning you woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft music playing in the background. You stretched lazily feeling amazing. The memory of last night came flooding back and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You sat up and looked around realising you were in your own bed. Dick must have brought you home and tucked you in last night. You quickly got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom for taking a quick shower before heading to the kitchen to see if there was any coffee left.

As you stepped into the kitchen, Helena was already there, making breakfast. She glanced at you over her shoulder and smiled. "Good morning sleepyhead. Sleep well?"

"Yes I did sleep well." you replied with cautious smile.

"After that much workout you must have needed it." she winked and placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of you. "Here, drink this. It will help you wake up."

Her comments about last night's activities made you feel even more flushed. You took a sip of the coffee and let out a contented sigh. It was delicious. "Thanks Helena. It's so delicious."

"I'm glad you like it." she smiled warmly. "Dick mentioned that you had a bit of a rough time yesterday."

"Well..." you hesitated for a moment. "It was definitely intense but I managed to pull through with his help." you tried not to blush too much as you said this.

"Glad to hear that." she said with a knowing smile. "Now go get dressed. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

You nodded and headed back to your room to get dressed. When you were finally dressed, you made your way back to the kitchen to find Helena setting the table. The smell of eggs and bacon filled the air and your stomach growled in anticipation.

"It's almost ready." she said as she placed the food on the table. "Eat up. You'll need your energy for today."

"Did you make one for Gloria?"

"Of course. I've put some extra water in her bowl as well." she pointed at a small bowl on the floor.

You sat down at the table and started eating and savouring every bite. The food was delicious and you felt energized. After finishing your meal you thanked Helena profusely and cleared the table and left for work.

In office you found Dick already at his desk looking over some documents. "Good morning." he said without looking up. "Sleep well?"

"Yes.." you said a bit hesitantly. "I did."

"Good." he nodded. "Let's get started then."

You were a bit nervous around him now. The memory of last night was still fresh in your mind. You wondered if he was thinking about it too. You tried to focus on your work but found yourself constantly glancing at him, wondering what he was thinking, feeling. It was almost as if there was a new layer of tension in the air between you.

"Y/n. Did you see this?" he asked handing you a report. "Pierce has been making some shady deals again. We'll have to look into it."

"Again? Seriously? Can't we focus on the shooting?" you sighed frustrated.

"Why are you so obsessed with protecting him?" he asked his voice laced with annoyance.

"I'm not protecting him Dick. I'm saying our priority is to find the shooter."

"He probably has something to do with it." he said sharply. "We can't just ignore that possibility."

"Why would he--"

"To get closer to you Y/n." he interrupted coldly. "That's why."

"No Dick..." you began but then stopped. You knew he was right. You knew Barry Pierce's interest in you had nothing to do with your work. You were about to say something else when your phone rang. You saw it was Pierce. Dick raised an eyebrow at you. "It's him, isn't it?"

"Yes." you admitted reluctantly.

Dick sighed. "You should take it. It might be important."

"Okay then." you said taking the call. "Hello?"

"Y/n it's me." Barry said urgently. "I need to meet you. It's important."

Dick listened in silently as you spoke to Pierce. "What happened?" you asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes... I mean no... I mean..." he stammered. "Just meet me. At my club. As soon as possible."

You glanced at Dick who was watching you carefully. "Fine. We'll be there." you said ending the call.

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#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing #dick grayson

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grendelsmilf · 2 years

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What are your favorites amvs? I agree with u that a good one can have a lot of artistic value so I'm curious! The Utena pedestrian amv you mentioned and it was great :)

ok so here's a google doc i made specifically for revolutionary girl utena amvs bc i currently have 200+ and counting lol.

the brutal cinematic universe (which is its own genre fyi): kendall roy(!), sasha waybright*, anthy himemiya (i know i said no utena but brutal amvs transcend time & space), azula*, yellowjackets, poppy li

severance: drunk walk home, 9 to 5(!), love me more, little dark age

succesion: i love it(!), do it all the time, commes des garcons(!), primadonna, real men, relay, rolling with the lgbt, kendall's turn, pretty fly for a white guy, that bitch, jobs, runs in the family

atlanta: working for the knife

yellowjackets: stay soft*, just a girl in love, blood bank, inside, run run blood(!), game of survival, creep, scott street, one of us is the killer

haibane renmei: big god, break away

killing eve: bubblegum bitch, (one of those) crazy girls, feel it still, strange effect, the death of peace of mind, toxic

bojack horseman: los ageless(!)

serial experiments lain: i guess u never been lonely, i'm god

portrait of a lady on fire: la noyée(!), storm

wonder egg priority: teen idle(!)

avatar: townie**, water**, everybody wants to rule the world(!), geyser, love me more, river, ming wap,* what's up danger, circus, friendtopia, dead in the water, wolf, your last serving daughter, arsonist's lullaby(!), relay

amphibia: townie, safety first, bet on it, everybody wants to rule the world, room for you, snakes(!), karma(!), finale(!), oh no, always forever(!). counting stars, house of memories,

what's up doc?: short skirt long jacket

miyazaki: waters of march(!)

community: no children(!)

separate post for black sails and neon genesis evangelion amvs

technically not an amv but a work of art regardless

this is an animatic not an amv but im counting it because it’s amazing

#(!) favorites of all time #* gifts for me and i cherish them so much #** made by me and thats why it goes so hard #amv recs #o.tv #ask #anon #100 #it occurred to me that i should probably just pin this post since i'm constantly updating it and it has the link to the utena doc as well

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cherrys-writings · 2 years

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Sleepless Nights

Word Count: 1709

Warnings: Nightmares, panic, light angst

When Grayson’s unspecified “later” arrives, it’s dark outside and I’m hunched over a notebook at my desk. The door shutting and heavy footsteps almost drown out the familiar words, “....never know who could show up in the middle of the night.”

The greeting is routine, but the concern never fails to make me smile, “and miss out on such a pleasant surprise,” I say still scribbling on the page.

The feeling in the room shifts and I know he’s standing in the doorway, but I don’t turn around. Is he taking in the sight of me in a haphazard state? Does he think of the same things I do? Weight on the back of the chair pulls me out of daydreaming and Grayson kisses my head.

“Everything is in order. I’ll be able to go back to the Foundation tomorrow and things can go back to normal soon,” although his voice is filled with exhaustion, the thought of his lips so close to my ear sends electricity down my spine.

Olive has really gotten into my head.

Grayson leans forward and I snap the notebook shut, realising what he’s trying to do. “If you want to read this, you’ll have to wait like everyone else,” I scold.

“Oh really?”

Grayson pulls the chair away from the desk and turns me to face him. One hand on an arm rest, the other behind my shoulder causing the chair to tilt back slightly. He leans closer, my pounding heart must be causing the chair to shake. I try taking deep breaths to calm myself or at least act like I am.

“My flower, there must be some way I can persuade you,” Grayson whispers in mock seduction.

“Olive did say something about grief and certain…..desires,” I stand trailing my hand up his arm, stopping only when I reach his chin. I can feel his heart racing when I force him to meet my gaze. “And it’s goddess to you."

A wicked smile appears when I hear him gasp. “Clearly Olive needs to get her priorities straight,” he scoffs desperately trying to cover it with disgust.

I grab the notebook and leave barely containing my laughter.

Grayson is knocking on my bedroom door shortly after I’ve finished getting ready for bed.

"Do you need a night light?”

He hasn’t come past the doorway. Fiddling with the hem of his sleep shirt, “Actually I’m wondering if–” he sighs, “If you don’t want to—. I could make a wall of pillows if you want. I just don’t want to be alone and—”

“You can stay with me.”

Relief washes over him and he doesn’t hesitate to climb under the covers.

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Grayson huffs and turns over for what I think is the hundredth time. His aggressive smacking of pillows tells me I might not sleep until his mind slows.

“Grayson. You awake,” I ask.

“I was almost asleep.” Liar

I slip out of bed and head for the kitchen. If I’m gonna be up, I might as well be productive. Coffee steadily drips into the pot as I read a recipe for blueberry scones. Aside from the gurgling of the coffee maker it’s silent when Grayson enters. He makes two mugs of coffee then sits at the counter. Willa paws at his legs, crying for attention, he obliges letting her curl up on his lap.

“I know it’s not swimming, but you could make meringue drop cookies,” sipping from the “I love cheese” mug Nash gifted me years ago, “or you could occupy your mind by finally reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, or letting me teach you embroidery.”

Grayson’s lack of response is suffocating as he continues petting Willa and sipping his coffee. “Or you can keep being the brooding love interest of a fantasy novel, I guess.”

That earns me an eyeroll followed by a grin. Grayson walks to the fridge, grabbing some eggs. I start putting the batter on a baking sheet and into the oven

“Brooding love interest, really?” Grayson asks, adding ingredients into a bowl before whisking aggressively.

“Should I have said brooding, insomniac love interest instead?”

It’s these moments I crave; when he doesn’t wear the cold mask that he shows the world. My Grayson. My kind, messy, sleep deprived, sunshine. He’s still whisking when I walk behind him, reaching up to knead the muscles of his bare shoulders. I don’t know what possesses me when I press slow kisses along his spine. Standing on my toes ever so slightly to reach the curve of his neck. Grayson lets out a contented sigh, leaning against me. This is how we’re supposed to be.

When Grayson turns to face me, I freeze, panic rendering me incapable of reading his expression. “I’m sorry, Grayson. I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what–” A meringue covered finger touches my lips. A hand settling at the small of my back.

He pushes my hair back, staring as I lick the sweet fluff. “What if,”Grayson says, kissing my forehead, “I don’t want you to be sorry?”Little kisses inching devastatingly slowly, to the corner of my mouth, “goddess.”

Playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, he pulls ever closer. Forehead resting against mine, forced slow breaths fan across my cheeks. My hand slides to his chest, drawing slow shapes on his skin. Grayson digs his fingers into my hips, “please,” he rasps.

It’s so quiet, I’m not sure he actually said anything. Grayson traces my lips with this thumb, “please my flower.”

Raising on my toes, I meet him in the softest, most tentative touch. Grayson doesn’t hesitate, slow gentle lips erase all doubt. He pulls me flush against him. Shuffling towards the counter behind me, his hands slid down, grabbing my ass. A small groan escapes me. I nibble at his lower lip and tug his blond hair. He sets me on the counter, hands sliding up my shirt.

“My flower, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” he murmurs against my mouth, “my beautiful flower.”

My hands explore his torso, tracing the outlines of muscle. “Believe me, Gray,” I breathe, resting my head against his, “I think I do.”

My fingers dig into his shoulder, his tongue explores my mouth. It’s a conversation we never had. Every needy touch is a confession; I savor the warm sigh he lets out when I kiss under his jaw. Grayson’s fingers draw circles on the soft skin of my thigh. I whimper against his neck at the desire settling in my core, desperately trying to pull him closer to where I need him.

He brushes the fabric of my sleep shorts, “can I?”

“Please,” I pant, crashing into another desperate kiss, lifting my hips as he tugs them off.

A piercing shrill of the long forgotten timer halts our actions. Staring at each other for a moment, breathing heavily, before Grayson steps back to let me off the counter. The steady scrape of whisk against the bowl resumes as I retrieve the scones from the oven. He wastes no time replacing the scones with his own baking sheet.

“I’ll clean up down here, sunshine. How about you go back to bed,” giving him a gentle shove out of the room.

Grayson is staring at the ceiling, so lost in thought he doesn’t hear me enter. Lifting the blankets, I set my knees on either side of him and lean down for one last, sleepy kiss before laying my head on his chest. Gray yawns and pulls me tightly against him. His own hands slipping under my shirt, drawing patterns on my lower back.

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We’re inseparable in the days leading up to the funeral. Working on assignments in Grayson’s office at the Foundation and lazy mornings filled with slow kisses marked the subtle, yet essential change in our dynamic.

It happens the night before the funeral. I’m startled awake by Grayson yelling, “ANYONE! PLEASE I NEED HELP!”

Scrambling in the dark for the bedside stand, the dim light does nothing to pull him from the dream. Grayson’s chest rises and falls rapidly as he jerks in his sleep, fist pounding against the mattress. His pleading devolves into loud sobbing and I try to wake him. Gently shaking his shoulder and calling his name, but he only wrenches himself away.

“PLEASE EMILY WAKE UP! EMILY,” Grayson screams, stuck reliving the worst night of his life. After an eternity of trying to wake him, he finally bolts upright. Wild eyes scan the room, desperately searching for her. Hands on either side of his face I wipe away the tears streaming down his face, soothingly running my thumbs along his cheek bones.

“It’s okay honey. It’s okay,” I whisper.

Grayson stares at the bed, sniffling, “No it’s not. It’s my fault. Everything is my fault.”

“No little prince,” I breathe, wrapping my arms tightly around him and kissing the top of his head, “I thought you said these stopped.”

“They didn't; I just stopped calling you. Figured it was starting to bother you,” voice breaking with fresh tears.

The confession is a knife in the gut. I try to blink away my own tears. Grayson. My Grayson forced himself to deal with these alone because he wanted to be perfect. He wanted to show everyone he could handle anything. Wanted to live up to his grandfather’s expectations.

“Sunshine, you’ll never be a bother,” I say, guiding him to look up at me, “I’ve got you. Everything is gonna be okay.”

Grayson nods, chin trembling and presses his face against my shoulder, trying to slow his breaths. I rub his back, softly singing

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do

I’m half crazy. All for the love of you…”

Grayson quietly joins, whispering the words to the one verse we know. Eventually, it helps him calm down and he reaches to turn out the light. Laying on my side, I wrap my arm around him pulling his back against me. Grayson sets his hand atop mine, lacing our fingers. As exhaustion quickly pulls Grayson into a deep sleep, I can’t help but wonder what I did to make him think he was being a bother.

#grayson hawthorne x reader #grayson hawthorne fluff #grayson hawthorne fanfic #grayson hawthorne #the inheritance games #The Hawthorne Legacy #Xander Hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #The Hawthorne Brothers #nash hawthorne #the final gambit #the inheritance games fanfic #libby grambs #avery grambs #grayson hawthorne needs a hug #fluff #snuggles #hurt/comfort

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cure-icy-writes · 8 months

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It’s been two years and I am STILL mad at the ending of Wonder Egg Priority. Maybe enough to brainstorm a better ending for them.

-Starting with episode 10, Kaoru’s trauma is shown in much less graphic detail. Rather than outright assault, his trauma consisted of realizing that a trusted mentor just viewed him as Girl Lite after he made that person his only support system, and his mentor's romantic/sexual intentions towards him aren't made explicit. It tones down the graphic abuse, while also creating a character foil to Momoe, who feels like girls see her as Boy Lite and constrain her to their fantasies and gender roles. Momoe is more explicitly trans, and the episode makes a point that Acca and Ura-acca don’t actually know shit. Kaoru’s suicide wasn’t a “feminine” one, it just got lumped in with the rest because he wasn’t openly out and was buried under his deadname.

-the friends that frill created, rather than. You know. Brutally murdering and traumatizing anyone? They just show up as vaguely unsettling messengers who aren’t supposed to be there. And they start asking pointed questions. Why was Kaoru in the egg? Can the suicides of boys and girls really be separated so easily? Momoe is a gnc trans girl. She experiences gender differently than her cis friends. And the experience leaves her shaken in her faith of the Accas. She’s completed the game, but it’s bittersweet. She has closure, but the dead cannot truly be brought back to life. All that can be done is to create a parallel world, another chance for them to live in, and to say goodbye.

-Rika completes her game, and gets to say she’s sorry. She realizes that eating food in public without being mocked? That’s basically thin privilege. Her arc ends with her asking her mom to make her some comfort food. Frill’s friend asks why, exactly, Rika said what she did, abused her position of power. We see her manager, a grown ass adult man, and the silhouette of her father.

-Neiru isn’t a robot AI because that makes no fucking sense. Instead, she parallels Frill, as a “created girl” who was born to fulfill expectations. It’s revealed that her sister stabbed her and committed suicide because the expectations made her snap, because she wanted to destroy the image of the “perfect girl” as a final act of spite. She apologizes to Neiru, for not seeing her as a person but a tool.

-Ai completes her game, and gets closure with Koito— their friendship was kind of fucked up and gay in the way that repressed thirteen year old girls with codependence issues tend to be, and they actually talk about that. Koito reveals that their teacher strung her along, pushed them apart, and she committed suicide because of the guilt that she’d been complicit in Ai’s grooming.

-Ai tells her mom that she doesn’t feel safe around her teacher. Her mom believes her, and Momoe slowly comes to terms with the realization that she’s been putting her uncle on a pedestal because he was supportive of her transition, but she needs to believe her fellow women. The dude doesn’t go to jail but there’s a marked difference in how the girls talk about him.

-Frill and Himari get to take back their narratives. Frill is literally just a baby created by misogynists, and she decides to crawl out of the basement fridge and tell her dads “yeah I didn’t kill your daughter. She realized that she was just a replacement, that you people saw a daughter as a replaceable toy to make for fun, and she couldn’t take it. Anyways have a nice life lol” and chops off her hair, leaving it in a pile on their doorstep.

-The series ends with the girls taking control of the magical egg gacha— something thematic about girls supporting girls and taking back control from the institutions run by men who exploit their pain and grief for money. There’s a timeskip where Ai graduates school and starts working from home, Momoe gets gayer and starts building up a transgender support network, Rika moves away from home into her own apartment and starts rebuilding her fraught relationship with her mother, and Neiru is shown running the egg gacha for free, and with explicit warnings to the girls who come looking for closure.

-The temptation of death is posited as a human urge, something that exists at rock bottom, but one that teenage girls are especially vulnerable to in a society that will take advantage of them. And warriors of Eros? Those are the ones who choose love. Ai.

anyways. I think that ties up all the character arcs and plot threads? It would be nice if canon had given us this but ah well. I can dream

#wonder egg priority #Tw suicide #tw csa #Tw grooming #Ask to tag

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symphonic-scream · 10 months

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Context: hi! I realized my anime watch list was 100 anime long and, I need to get on that! And I can't choose where to start, so I'm leaving it up to Tumblr!

Rules: Three rounds of voting. Top 5 from each poll on round one go to round two, 5 polls of 10. Top 2 from each of those will go to the finals! I'll watch the winner of that

The tag to find all the polls will be 100 anime poll!

#100 anime poll #polls #anime #wonder egg priority #soul eater #princess jellyfish #beck mongolian chop squad #mongolian chop squad #gundam #mobile suit gundam iron blooded orphans #lucky star #hunter x hunter #flcl #code geass #asobi asobase

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oneatlatime · 10 months

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The Fortuneteller

(A title which I am itching to divide into three words instead of two because boy does 'Fortuneteller' look stupid - seriously, stare at it for a bit and see how fast it starts looking like Fortun Eteller)

The last couple of episodes have had a contemplative character, so I'm rooting for this one to be a silly one. Also more Sokka please. Poor guy gets demoted to one liners in the B-plot whenever Aang is the main focus.

Episode Time!

We start this episode off with a potential love interest for Sokka.

I had completely forgotten that Katara used to have a necklace. I'd also completely forgotten that she'd lost it. When did she lose it?

Aang-o-vision has a pretty heavy rose-tinted filter - literally.

Told you it was a love interest.

The NOISE Sokka makes when the fish slaps him! I love it. Hang on I'm going to rewind and listen to it again.

Yep. Still as good the second time.

Oh wow! Aang just got Momo-zoned. Gotta say I'm not a fan of a romantic relationship between Aang and Katara at this point, so I'm all for some Momo-zonage.

Platypus bear! Finally some hybrid animals. I was beginning to wonder if that would ever come back.

Is this guy a martial arts master or an idiot?

I'm leaning towards idiot.

Friendly reminder of Appa's size. That's a lot of molars. No canines or incisors? Guess he's an obligate herbivore.

Is sniffing eggs something that people do? I get sniffing melons or other produce, but eggs?

Yep. Floppy hat guy is an idiot.

Aang buddy you might want to get that checked out.

And with a mighty squelch, the egg fulfills this episode's Beat Up Sokka quota.

Appa shakes!

Those are weird ducks.

I don't know a thing about anime, but that's the most anime-looking guy I've seen in this show. Is this show an anime?

Meng-o-vision is red-tinted. Probably doesn't bode well.

Also, Meng could give Zuko some lessons on how to style Pipi longstocking hair. Someone with more photoshop skills than me needs to make a Zuko with Meng hair.

"Don't be modest, they're huge!" Presented without comment. I'm not going to say a thing. But we all thought it.

Katara is totally the kind of girl who would fall for fortune telling. We've seen (multiple times) that she is gullible. Actually, now that I think about it, we've had multiple episodes where Katara gets swept up in something a healthy dose of skepticism would have guarded her from - Jet and The Great Divide come to mind. The writers are really hammering the 'Katara is susceptible to romantic nonsense and Sokka is a science-minded skeptic' message home. Is this going to play some bigger part in the show going forward? Why else would we be on version number (arguably) 3 of this same plot?

Aang and Sokka took off their shoes, but Katara didn't. Huh.

Pinky out. Classy.

I am not digging the Aang x Katara stuff in this episode. I'm with Sokka on this one - let's pretend it was a stellar bathroom break.

Aunt Wu is being unnecessarily antagonistic to Sokka. First he gets an egg on his head, then Momo steals his bean puffs, now Aunt Wu tells him his life's going to suck. I should have been more specific when I hoped for a Sokka episode. I didn't mean a beat up Sokka episode.

Aang. Priorities honey. Honestly, Aang casually dismissing his destiny after all that build up did get a laugh out of me.

A god-like figure coming to have his fortune read and only wanting to know about his love life would give me a headache too.

Add malicious signage to the Beating Up Sokka list.

"The fluffy bunny cloud forecasts doom and destruction." I bet that's the first time that sentence has appeared in the English language.

These people are stupid. Blazing Saddles style 'common clay of the New West' stupid. It would take, what, a day? to run a visual check on the volcano. But nope. Too much work. Listen to me I'm morphing into Sokka.

Katara giving off some serious fangirl vibes.

Katara is officially addicted to fortune telling.

Live footage of me watching these village idiots.

Add duck to the list of Things Which Assault Sokka. Gotta love those duck noises though.

Sokka is getting dangerously close to advising negging here. Also Meng deserves better. Her poor pigtails droop in disappointment. Girl has sentient hair - she deserves better.

Papaya? When you don't like papaya? Just because some old lady said so? Too far. That's not even teenage nonsense; that's tweenage nonsense. I kind of feel like sending Katara to her room. Actually it's just like that one line Log Man said in the Jet episode. Something like 'He tells us what to do and how to think and things all turn out right.' Outsourcing your decision-making. Which, by the way, is both nonsense and cult-like. Then again, the lost boys freedom fighters pretty much worshipped Jet the way this village worships Aunt Wu, so... parallels?

So if this guy got the panda lily himself, doesn't that mean that he recently went up the mountain? Couldn't he have had a peak inside while he was up there? Would have taken an extra 20 seconds.

"Flowers are fine once you're married" Somebody get this boy to Victorian times. If he ever sees an ankle he'll self-combust.

You have a flying bison. Why don't you fly up instead of climb?

This is totally live action fire copy-pasted in to the animation. There has got to be a more technical term for that than copy-pasted.

Raise your hand if you saw the twist with the volcano coming. (I did I swear. Blue spirit was an outlier).

Forget Appa, why didn't Aang just fly up?

"They just won't listen to reason." "But they will listen to Aunt Wu." So the mountain comes to Mohammed. I guess talking to people in a way they understand / will listen to is a good lesson for an avatar to learn. I thought he'd learned that one in The Great Divide though. Either way this episode is getting increasingly frustrating.

Can Meng get a hug? She seems astonishingly self-aware and emotionally mature for a kid. Also way too smart for this podunk town. I may rescind the hug in light of the stalking.

Well, it's not exactly subtle, but at least volcanic doom isn't a fluffy bunny.

Look at those yummy purples. Finally an episode where it's light enough to have a beautiful sky. My collection of wallpapers was suffering.

Digging a lava trench might work, if the volcano is going to put out a gallon or two of lava. This must be a baby volcano.

Nevermind.

The ashes effect feels oddly 3-D.

I guess to an avatar this kind of challenge is small potatoes.

Totally ignoring the Aang x Katara stuff for a minute, I'm with Sokka on this one too, because I also had forgotten that Aang is a superbender. He didn't even need to go glowy.

If I lived in this village that redesign would absolutely give me nightmares. Are those mega claws of doom structurally sound?

I am going to punch this man.

Aunt Wu's final speech to Aang makes me think that at least she's not indulging in her own product as it were. I suppose a con artist (whose services are free, so, just jerking around a village for shits and giggles?) is better than an actual believer?

MENG!!!

Final Thoughts

This episode has me thinking about stories. Part of the reason Katara wants to believe in nonsense like fortune telling is because she is someone inclined to listen to / believe in stories. I think the opening monologue of the first episode mentioned something about her grandmother's stories. Katara was raised on stories and very much took them to heart as more than just entertainment. And you can't blame her for believing the conceits of stories could be possible in their world, not after the events of episode one dumped the star of those stories in her lap. Just so long as she doesn't confuse a belief in stories with a belief in happy endings. There is a war going on in their world, and judging by the stuff that the show did not shy away from discussing or implying in episodes like The Southern Air Temple and The Storm, I am willing to bet good money that there will be a couple of unhappy endings ahead. Not permanently unhappy; this is a kids' cartoon. But there will probably be setbacks and disappointments.

Would Katara have astrology nonsense in her dating profile?

"The fluffy bunny cloud forecasts doom and destruction" is going to be incorporated into my daily vocabulary.

Platypus + bear are interesting choices for a hybrid animal, since a platypus is about 15 normal animals smashed together anyway. A platypus bear is the swiss army knife of animals. Or the Mr. Potato Head.

At first I thought that Aunt Wu was a benevolent meddler (see putting together the couple with the panda lily), but she also advised that one guy to never bathe, which doesn't benefit anyone in any way that I can see. So I've concluded that she's a Bumi level ("it's pretty fun messing with people") shit-stirrer instead. Her services may be free, but she manages to pay for a very big house, an assistant in Meng, and anime guy the bodyguard(?) so I guess grateful villagers give her donations? However she's doing it, she's got it made.

There was some sort of running theme with those large blue-billed ducks that lived in the village. If that was meant to have more meaning than just a running visual gag, I didn't pick up on it.

Meng had a surprising amount of depth and insight for what (I assume) is a one-episode character. Stalking aside, I liked her.

This episode's humourous look at the stupidity of the village (in fact the science denial of the village) is not as funny as it would have been in a pre-covid denial, pre-antivax, pre-"global warming is a hoax" world. A shallow viewing of this episode is still funny because the villagers are just SO dumb (except Meng), but the more you think about the villagers' actions and the conclusions they reach at the end of the episode (to not change AT ALL - at least the tribes made up in The Great Divide, a similarly idiot-filled episode), the more you morph into Sokka. These people have denied reality so hard that it's frustrating rather than funny to watch. Their head in the sand approach is not cute anymore.

I really wanted to like this episode. Like I said before, I wanted a goofy fun episode after the one-two punch of the last two episodes, but this one rapidly went from goofy to frustrating. I can't tell if it's because I'm not the target audience (i.e. too adult) or if it's because much of the world is currently drowning in various forms of misinformation and science denial. I know this episode isn't supposed to be deep - it's supposed to be setup for Aang & Katara as a (hopefully very distant) couple. That's all. And the message at the end about shaping your own destiny (i.e. taking an active part in your life) is a good message, and thematically relevant to the avatar, who presumably is at least somewhat responsible for shaping the whole world's destiny. But damn if this episode doesn't make my teeth itch.

Pros: Sokka had some great lines. Appa got to shake. There were pretty backgrounds. The noise Sokka made when he got slapped by the fish was a thing of beauty.

Cons: Aang and Katara are not allowed to date until they're 35. I will smack each villager individually upside the head with a science textbook. Meng deserved better.

Maybe I'm just not in the mood for this episode. I'll stick it on the rewatch list just for the Sokka fish noise.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #the fortune teller #it should be THREE words fight me #avatar the last airbender

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namedafterflowerstournament · 8 months

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Botanic Tournament : Peaches Bracket !

Final

Momo means peach

#botanic tournament #tournament polls #peaches bracket #momo atla #atla momo #avatar the last airbender #avatar tla #atla #animeblr #momoe sawaki #wonder egg momoe #wonder egg priority #wonder egg

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kakashiswilloffire · 8 months

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brownies

ao3

@kakashiweek day 2: foster

domestic fluff with kakashi preparing a surprise for his partner, iruka, with help from five year old fostered naruto.

wc: 1.2k

Mondays were always the hardest for Iruka, and adding a professional development meeting and preparing for the upcoming parent-teacher conference didn’t help. Kakashi knew his partner would be exhausted and short on patience when he got off work, and luckily, he knew exactly how to resolve the issue.

“Naruto! Cookies or brownies?”

The five year old paused to consider, then authoritatively replied, “brownies!”

Kakashi grinned, scooping up the small boy and plunking him on the counter. “Let’s do brownies.”

Iruka wasn’t old enough to be Naruto’s biological father, but he had been the one who fostered Naruto and took his role as father very seriously. That was one of the things Kakashi found so wonderful in his partner, wholesome and honorable. They had been a matching set from day one, and Kakashi couldn’t imagine it any other way.

In the two years he had been with Iruka, the last six months of which he had spent in his apartment, he had never seen the man turn down sweets. He had a particular soft spot for anything Kakashi baked, though he didn’t often. The real fun was in savory foods, where you could cook the same thing eleven different ways and could send a dish anywhere with infinite combinations of spices. Baking meant structure, predictability, rules. He’d had enough with rules as a child.

Gathering the ingredients took only a moment in the cramped kitchen and Kakashi soon had Naruto sifting the dry ingredients into a large glass bowl. By the end of the process, at least three-quarters of the flour had made it successfully. Then came adding milk, eggs, and oil, and a heavy pour of instant coffee. Naruto might not be the biggest fan of the taste, but that meant more brownies for Iruka. Once Kakashi and Naruto had finished taking turns mixing it together, they finally had a smooth batter to pour into a lightly greased baking dish, the one they thrifted last year. It slid into the oven and Kakashi set a timer to come back for it.

An hour till Iruka gets home, he thought. What else?

“Naruto, do you want to keep helping me? I’m making a surprise for Iruka.”

Naruto gasped as he nodded aggressively. Kakashi couldn’t hold back a tiny chuckle at the enthusiasm.

He swung him from the counter to his hip and headed out of the kitchen towards the play area corner of the main room. Once there, he gently set Naruto down and relayed his instructions.

“I want you to go around and pick up ten toys, okay? Just ten, you can stop there if you want. Then, I think it would be helpful if you made Iruka a craft. You can do a drawing or a painting or maybe a play dough creature, whatever you want. Do you think you can do that?”

Naruto gave a firm, confident nod.

“Perfect. Ready… go!”

As the child set off to find his toys, Kakashi made a mental priority list for the house chores. Iruka swore it was quality time, but Kakashi would bet money that his love language was actually acts of service. While Naruto handled the heartfelt aspect of their now joint surprise effort, he could tackle the practical matters that would mean more in the long run.

He decided to start with dishes, heading into the bedroom to collect the cups on Iruka’s nightstand. Once the dishes were done, he would start a load of laundry– wait, should probably do that first–, then the dishes, then pick up around the house. This morning was one of the days one of them remembered to make the bed, so that was already taken care of.

Laundry in the washer, he filled the sink with water and began scrubbing. The kitchen was starting to smell wonderful from the brownies in the oven. In the other room, he could hear Naruto putting away some wooden blocks, then dragging out the box of Legos. Interesting artistic medium, but okay.

It didn’t take long to finish cleaning the dishes and arranging them in the rack to dry. He took a moment to switch the laundry over before checking on Naruto’s progress.

“How’s it coming?”

Naruto turned toward him, beaming. “I’m making a ‘Ruka-saurus!” The multicolor misshapen object in his hand could not be distinguished as either Iruka or a Tyrannosaurus, but it probably just needed more time to be molded.

Kakashi turned some music on, choosing one of his more fun child-friendly playlists. That got Naruto wiggling around while continuing to build. He lost himself in the familiar melodies and time flew by as he cleared off the couch, replaced the blanket and pillows, and wiped down the kitchen counters. The timer went off and after he cleanly stabbed through the center of the brownies, he pulled the dish out to cool.

He playfully encouraged Naruto to put finishing touches on his design as he made one final pass of the house. He closed the cabinet door in the bathroom, stuffed a lone sock dangling from the dresser back inside its drawer, and remembered to turn the oven off. He wished he had the time to go get flowers, but Iruka would be home at any minute.

“I’m finished!”

He came back to the main room. “I’m so proud!”

The key turned in the door.

As soon as Iruka crossed the threshold, Naruto was running at him. “‘Ruka! Surprise!”

Kakashi hid a grin as his partner took the hit to the knees. “Welcome home!”

“What smells so good?” he asked, abandoning his work bag in the doorway in favor of picking up Naruto.

“Brownies!” the little one cheered. “We made them together!”

“Wow! Do you want to show me?”

They all made their way to the kitchen, Iruka’s head pivoting as he took in the main room’s condition. He turned around to Kakashi and mouthed “thank you”. Kakashi waved it off, then pushed forward to check the temperature of the brownies and slice them.

Warm brownies in hand, they came back to the main room, Kakashi encouraging Iruka to sit while Naruto ran for his craft. He came back at a sprint with his hands behind his back.

“Look! It’s a ‘Ruka-saurus!” He displayed the object proudly, which did look significantly more like a dinosaur than it had half an hour ago. Iruka was quick to praise the cuboid creature, saying he would treasure it forever, just like everything else Naruto had made. Naruto let him know he was gonna have to treasure it in his heart because some of his best pieces were in this and he needed those back. Laughing, he left Naruto to the deconstruction and headed into the bedroom to get changed.

Kakashi followed, pulling the door closed behind him. “Long day at work?”

Iruka sighed and flopped onto the bed. “You can’t imagine what some of these parents are like.”

He climbed on to the bed, slipped his hands under Iruka’s shoulders, and pushed his thumbs into the muscle at his neck. “How can I help you?”

Iruka took a moment to think before being honest. “If I call in a takeout order at Ichiraku’s, will you go pick it up?”

“Of course, love.”

#kakairu #kakashi x iruka #kakashi week 2023 #kakashi fanfiction

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charizardstolemynickname · 1 year

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TOH SEASON 3 EPISODE 2 REACTION PART 2!!!!!!

I have 17 minutes left, so this may be a shorter ish post, who knows, WE SHALL CONTINUE THOUGH!

Woah, Grudgby team captain girl! NOT COOL, WILLOW IS INNOCENT

And Camila is so me right now, she understands, THEY ARE JUST CHILDREN, WHY MUST THEY SUFFER

AND DAMN IT! I did think Miki reminded me or Kikimora, especially the name DAMN YOU WERE GOOD LAST TIME WE SAW YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING BRO

Belos pal, what was your plan, we have established the Collector is immortal and basically all knowing, what tf did you think was going to happen......... THAT'S YOUR PLAN?! Worn the collector that he is in danger? GOD BELOS, even I could have come up with a better plan than "I am created by the power of friendship! And you are in danger!"

"What's the little red kitten trying to do?" LOVE you Camila, iconic, and you didn't even intend to

Kikimora, I'm with Luz, Belos has already been here and done this, don't be a copycat, be original bro

WOAHHH WELL DONE CAMILA! YOU DID SO WELL AT THE MAGIC GLYPH STUFF! I am not kidding, this whole fight scene just makes me love Camila more, PLEASE tell me as a fandom, you all adore her?

....Boscha. Okay, say what you want about Boscha but she has her priorities, she cares about 1 thing and 1 thing only, grudgby. Oh and maybe power. Well, that is probably combined.

Amity just going "nah" is HILARIOUS, absolutely, know your worth queen! Who would have though Boscha would be clingy? ........Oh Boscha definitely has abandonment and attachment issues, That makes so much sense! Damn. You know what, i don't forgive you, but I get you Boscha

"I wish you were here Flapjack" DON'T YOU WORRY HUNTER, ME TOO, BUT HE WILL COME BACK.. he will, he will.

Willow... my sweet child, this is called a breakdown. GOD you are hurting my soul, mostly because this feels like a mirror I'm like "IS THIS HOW I LOOK IN THESE MOMENTS?!"

.....Yeahhh, well. King buddy, that was the wrong thing to say at the wrong time. Is it just me who feels a bit bad for the Collector? Like, he is definitely doing the wrong stuff, absolutely, and needs to be stopped... but they are just a kid! He is doing what any kid with power would do. And yeahhh he should still be stopped. but god damn, I do feel for the kiddo.

"The Collector is just a little kid. A scary powerful one, but also a sad and alone. " THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING. God someone adopt this little kiddo, give him a home, and love...and make sure he doesn't do this again.

"Mom, are you a secret nerd?" AFTER THAT EMOTIONAL WRECK OF A CONVERSATION! But also YES OF COURSE SHE IS. She is your mother after all, you are all just nerds, and THAT IS WONDERFUL

AHHHHHHH PALISMAN HATCH! Okay, I have paused it, because "All I wanted, was to be understood" BROKE ME. AND, I want to guess what the Palisman will be. Hmm. A giraffe would be funny. OOOOOO A SNAKE WOULD BE GREAT! After all the snake talk and memories. And they are often misunderstood and seen as scary when they are just little guys. AND I have always wanted a snake sorta staff thing. MY FINAL GUESS IS SNAKE. God I hope it is after all this AND SNAKES LAY EGGS, I am a fucking genius

ITS MAKING ME WAIT?! Unless it was just that orb. FUCK I HAVE TO WAIT.

However WILLOW PLEASE, DO THE BREATHING THING. Hunter for god sake save your future girlfriend (/lh)

AHHHHHHHHHHHH HE DID!!!!!!! GOD DAMN IT. I will go insane over this. THEY ARE SO CUTE

"You have magic!" "....The magic of friendship?" "No. The magic of Flapjack!" okay so that was funny BUT I STILL BELIEVE FLAPJACK CAN COME BACK (denial is a fun stage)

"I MISSED A LOT!" Stan Luz, she is just annoyed she missed out on all her friends getting powerups

IS HER PALISMAN AN ORB OR WHAT!?! I AM SO LOST WE HAVE TO WAIT LONGER!? Damn it.

Camila, Gus and Hunter being nerds together and making references to each other is fucking hilarious, what a strange team

GUS DON'T STEAL MY GUESS

.........A SNAKE SHIFTER?! Okay THAT WAS AS CLOSE AS I WAS GOING TO GUESS BUT WOOOOOOOOO That is actually so cool tf

"STRINGBEAN"?! God I want one

CAMILA ! She is so me, I too would just go "AWW LOOK AT ALL YOU CUTIES!"

Hunter literally teared up at "you mean a lot to me too" (he is so me its unreal) AND THE BLUSHING AGAIN, GOD WHEN DO YALL GET TOGETHER AHHHHHHH THE HOLDING HANDS PINKIES FUCK, why am I so invested in these

belos you god damn snitch

AND THAT IS THE END OF THAT EPISODE

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