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[plomegranate]

i love palestinian and arab culture so much.

my grandma wearing thobes around the house and making us tamriyeh. my cousins wedding when we all wore thobes and keffiyehs and took photos downtown and we danced with someone playing the guitar on the street and this lady stopping us to tell us we all looked so beautiful. walking the graduation stage in a thobe. the girl who liked to guess arab peoples ethnicities telling me "you're wearing tatreez... do you want me to write 'palestinian' on your forehead?" the keffiyeh my brother keeps on the drivers seat of his car.

my dad sending me off to my last semester of college with 2 pomegranates and a jar of palestinian olive oil. my cousins wife coming up with new ways to make zaatar and cheese pastries. me and my grandma sitting on the floor and making waraq 3neb- my job was to separate the leaves so she could roll them easier. my mom sending me and my brother to school with eid cookies for my teachers and tasking us with delivering some to the neighbors. my aunt glaring at me and piling more food on my plate and then asking if i was still hungry (i wasnt). my mom always telling me to invite my friends and cousins over for dinner and asking me what they like to eat. my family getting my dad knafeh instead of cake for his birthday. the man who told me i made the "best fetteh in the western hemisphere".

the man in the shawarma shop who gave me my fries for free and baklava i didnt order because we spoke about being palestinian while he took my order. the person on tumblr who i bonded with because we are from the same palestinian city. the girl i met on campus who exclaimed "youre palestinian? me too!" because i was wearing my keffiyeh. the girl in my class that showed me the artwork about palestine her dad made and donated for fundraising. the couple in the grocery store who noticed my palestinian shirt and talked with me for 20 minutes and ended up being a family friend. the silly palestinian kids i tutored sighing in disappointment when i told them i was born in america because they were hoping that id have been born "somewhere cooler". my friends family who bought me dinner despite me being there by chance and having met me for the first time the day before.

the boys starting uncoordinated dabke lines in my high school's hallways. the songs about the longing and love for our land. the festivals and parties and gatherings where everything smells like shisha and oud. memories of waiting in the car for an hour as my parents talked at the doorway of their friends homes. my cousins and i showing up at each others homes with cake or fruit or games as if it was the first time we ever visited even though we always say "you dont have to".

kids stubbornly helping to clean and make tea after a meal while being told to go sit down because they are guests. the necklaces in the shape of our home countries. people hugging and laughing and acting as if theyve known each other for years because they come from the same city or know people with the same last name. the day i finally got to bully my friends into letting me pay the bill because i had a job and they were still students. my moms friend who calls us every time she's at the grocery store to see if we need something

palestinian people are so resilient and hardworking and charitable. they love their culture and their community and are so quick to share and welcome anyone in. everyday i am so thankful and proud to be part of such a warm and lovely culture

[cherry-pop-elf]

BAKING WITH THE WEASLEY SIBLINGS

William ‘Bill’

Since he is the eldest, he had to do a lot of cooking with his parents. He was a victim of ‘third parent’ syndrome. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t find comfort in baking. It still fills a void in his heart when cooking and baking. His favorite thing to make, with you, is something he learned in Egypt. Baklava. It’s super airy, and the right amount of sweet. Given being partially turned has made his senses heighten, it makes for a good treat to share with you and his siblings. It’s nice to do normal things, when your life is so abnormal. He also learned to make some mean meat pies. Just know not to ask a slice on the full moon. That shit is raw. Thats what you get for dating a curse breaking werewolf. Eh. More protein never hurts in a diet, most of the time

Charlie

As the second oldest, he also had to do a lot of baking as well. There is also the fact that being a Dragonologist has left him fending for himself in the wild. So he’s had to get pretty creative if he wants something sweet. Hey. He’s a Weasley. They are famous for being creative. A treat he enjoys is Romanian Dessert Salami. Though, often times he uses the term liberally and often makes a rather fruity bread roll instead. Gotta use what ya got! Also, hope you are prepared to see him using his wand a lot for cooking. Don’t have much when chasing dragons. It is rather fascinating to learn how to make desserts from so little. Your little adventure man

Percy

Being the third child, you would think he wouldn’t be as responsible as his older siblings. You are wrong. The moment the two older brothers were out the door, it was his turn. Desserts were never a passion of his, so he’s not the best at it. But he won’t deny the fact he can make a mean pie. It’s a secret talent he has. You can count on him to make any pie your heart desires. He won’t say it out loud, but making pies is very therapeutic to him. He has a pie for each sibling even. Bill is meat, Charlie is mixed berries, Fred is Chocolate while George is Peanut butter, Ron is Pumpkin, and Ginny is Peach. Him? …..What was your favorite type of pie again~?

Fred

Fred isn’t really much of a baker. He’s more of the cooking type. You are better off seeing him make breakfast, despite being a night owl, compared to making any desserts. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t find his loopholes. Like how Percy is great with pies, Fred is amazing with Bread. Fred Bread! As proxy, he has his siblings favorite bread types memorized. Bill likes dark chocolate types, Charlie likes anything with berries, Percy is rather boring with banana, he loves grape while George will like orange, Ron likes hers with some pumpkin, and Ginny is the cinnamon type. Expect plenty of fresh bread with him. He’s got you covered

George

He IS the baker in the family. Who do you think brought up the idea of selling bake goods at WWW? He can, and will, bake ANYTHING! He has everyone’s favorite treats memorized. He is constantly handing out free samples to kids. He WILL find an excuse to bake. You want cookies? Hot and fresh from the oven. It’s three am and you want a cake? It’s now four am and you got a cake. He IS the baker. He loves to bake so much, and is always making sure the shop has fresh supply. If you can’t ever find him anywhere, follow your nose to the kitchen. He’s got something in the works. For someone!

Ron

Like Fred, he’s not really a baker. He’s a cooker. Doesn’t mean he can’t make a dessert if he has to. He’s become pretty good at making tarts, custards, and puddings. Very much comfort food. Something he picked up again when going to school with Harry. Given, ya know, the Dursleys. He won’t lie, it was also a cheap way to flirt with Hermione without breaking his wallet. Funny thing is she was never one for such desserts. Now she can’t get enough. He makes those comfort foods with a lot of heart, and is willing to make them if you have a bad day. He does get a bit anxious when cooking around other people, but he warms up eventually.

Ginny

Like Fred and Ron, she doesn’t really bake either. She was the baby of the family, after all. She does, however, like to make cookies for her team. There is something so nice about having a warm cookie after a cold rainy day of Quidditch practice. Helps that you convinced her to pick up the habit again. She likes to make cookies with fruit in them. To try and have them on the healthier side, given she’s an athlete. So a tart cookie is a good cookie to her. It’s simple, basic, and quick, but nothing wrong with that. A quickly made cookie, with love, is better than a drawn out dessert of labor. It’s also easy to blame her love of fruity desserts on Charlie. She’s the baby girl in an army of boys. She picked up some habits

[quietlyimplode]

A break from whumptober.

For @oceanspirit9 may the day be kind and the year be kinder.

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The beach laps slowly and Natasha feels at peace.

The holiday has been Clint’s idea. The last month had been trying at best and they’d felt that they needed to do something to redeem it.

Fury seemed annoyed at the prospect of both of them taking leave, but Maria has nullified his responses by arguing that if he didn’t let them go, it’s likely they would need a longer stint of leave later on.

“A week,” he’d said, “and you’d better be back refreshed and ready to go.”

With that, Clint had opened his laptop and booked flights to Tunisia, knowing that Natasha would enjoy the palm trees and multitude of cats that seemed to be everywhere.

“Nat?” Clint yawns from the adjacent beach towel, propping himself on his elbows and looking out to the expanse.

“I’m glad to be here with you,” he says.

She cocks her head and batters sand towards him.

“What made you say that?”

The words, though welcome, seemed out of place as they’d been talking about eggplants just before.

“I don’t know,” he says laying back down, his arms on his chest with a smile.

“I just feel lucky.”

Natasha takes in his words, mirrors his position and lays down, not feeling the need to fill the silence that follows.

Time passes, into mid morning, the slowness of the day pleasant even as her stomach growls.

“Food?” She prompts Clint, as he puts down his book and looks over to her.

“Sure,” he agrees readily.

His eagerness endearing, she asks him what he wants, the indecision often feeling hard when they were away, the options too vast and open.

“Cake,” he decides quickly, as though reading her mind.

“Something sweet?”

He nods.

“Of course, then maybe some real food.”

Natasha grins, wrapping the towel around her and helping him to her feet.

“Do you have a favourite cake?” Clint asks, frowning as though the question should have been asked a lifetime ago.

They move slowly to the café they’d found on the first day, the older woman who’s shop it was, recognising them and ushering them to, what Clint could only assume was the table she considered the best, the only one with a view of the ocean, unimpeded by palm trees.

They both nod to her and she hands them the menu.

Natasha looks down, finding a cat with white paws asleep at her feet and she smiles.

“Kitty,” she whispers.

“I don’t know,” she answers Clint.

“I like cheese cake,” Clint decides, “in case you were going to ask.”

Natasha laughs.

“Sure. Cheese cake. I like Turkish delight,” she answers. “But the rose flavoured one with pistachio.”

“Fancy,” Clint agrees.

“What do you feel like? Samsa or Baklava?”

Natasha scoffs.

“Baklava, of course,” she replies, pointing to it on the menu for the woman hovering. Then considers lunch, ordering two coffees and two fricasse - one without lemons for Clint.

She looks to the ocean, still thinking of the way it lapped in and out and the quietness that it imbued in her mind.

“I’m going to get up for sunrise tomorrow,”she tells Clint. “I want to see it break over the ocean.”

Clint nods, unsurprised.

“I’ll be sleeping,” he replies with a lopsided grin.

“Of course,” she rolls her eyes.

“I don’t want to go back,” she admits, putting her sunglasses back on, as the sun glints down on the table.

Clint shakes his head.

“One day we can run away,” he laughs.

“But for now, we have some miles to go.”

“Yeah,” Natasha agrees.

“It won’t be long, and the year will be done. I just want some good out of it.”

Clint nods, thinking on her words.

“Sometimes it’s just one day at a time and enjoying it right? So don’t think of what’s next Nat. Just think of the day,” he pauses, “and how lucky you are to be here with me.”

He grins.

His words ringing true, but still receiving a balled up napkin to the head.

The cat stirs and rubs itself across Natasha’s legs.

“Yeah,” she agrees, reaching down to scratch its back absentmindedly.

“Just think of the day.”

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[hopelesslygeek]

Random thoughts on 4x03

-Zach Galifianakis thinks he is a direct descendant of Thespis, yet bro is literally famous for the Hangover movies

-The fact that the FBI think that Jan is involved in Sazz's murder is, frankly, idiotic

-Reasons why Jan has probably fled to Florida: a) orchestras b) sex toy shops, honestly checks out 😂😂

-Didn't expect Detective Williams to have the hots for Zach Galifianakis and call him "scrumptious fuckable baklava" tbh

-"Mabel works alone" *cue fully offended Charles and Oliver*

-The fact that Eugene Levy is even more awkward than Charles is honestly very wholesome

-Loved Patti Lupone as Mrs Lovett but have to agree Lansbury was the best

-Alternative title for this episode: Eva Longoria being completely unhinged for 40 minutes straight

-Serious urge to punch Galifianakis in the face, my boy Oliver deserves better than that

-Howard did his best to defend him thankfully

-Mabel once again squatting in a crime scene, very in character

-I think they should rename the pig, Piggie Smalls was obviously the superior choice

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Hey, sweet Meera.

How about some Bucky

And snacks (this is a Baklava Cronut, but any pastry will do)

Kisses

a/n: can i be cringy and say i don’t know which one is yummier? ahahha no sorry but omg i love this. it inspired me to write this AU hehe i really hope you like it.

James Bucky Barnes, spoilt and rich, son of CEO George Barnes, has everything. He is living his best life from on frat party to another from one girl to another, the famous playboy loved his life.

Until one day, few months before his graduation, his father called him in his office.

“You’ve had your fun, now it’s time to get serious” Bucky rolled his eyes

“Dad, I’m not joining your company” the senior Barnes laughed at that

“oh son, you really think you’re fit for my company? you are a spoilt little brat, living his life on his old man’s money. it’s time to change that.”

This made Bucky curious

“Go get yourself a job, any job, I don’t care, but if you can’t get yourself a job by the end of the month, then you’re out.”

“Out? what do you mean out?”

“Out of my will, out of your penthouse that I bought for you, well… everything actually.”

And that his Bucky Barnes found himself working in this coffee shop. He hates it I mean how do people even do this? And the customers are the worst, but he can’t complain or else he will be fired.

“This sucks” he mutters under his breath as he was making ‘oat caramel macchiato with mocha drizzle’ or whatever the shit the customer has ordered.

“Here’s your coffee” Bucky gives a fake smile to the customer, ugh they are lucky to receive even a fake smile from him.

Evening rolled in, it’s almost time for Bucky’s shift to end, finally. He’s cleaning up the counter, muttering curses under his breath when the cafe door opens again.

“Fucks sake wh-“ his rant stops in between when he sees you across the counter. Your eyes focused on the pastries displayed. And his eyes focused on you.

You look up at him and he looks away, he doesn’t want to get caught staring like some creep. Bucky clears his throat and you smile at him. How can someone else’s smile make him feel happy? He asks himself.

“Hi, um, can you help me with selecting a pastry? They all look so good I’m confused.” You ask him with that pretty smile of yours

Now if it was any other customer he probably would have rolled his eyes and said whatever came to his mind but in this case, he does want to talk to you.

“Well I’m a basic guy myself, quite love the brownies and cinnamon rolls, the apple pie too, but um, we started doing these Baklava Cronuts recently and they are quite popular so you can try one.” Bucky says with a smile, a genuine smile, after a while, gosh he doesn’t remember the last time he actually couldn’t stop smiling, he feels shy.

“One Baklava Cronut it is then” you give him your order “and can I please get an iced coffee as well?”

Bucky feels like saying ‘I’ll give you all the pastries and coffees if I could’- a smile plastered on his face.

You take a seat and wait for your order, Bucky told you he’d bring it over.

As Bucky starts making your coffee he cannot help but steal glances at you, you’re sitting there by the window, the evening sun casting a beautiful glow on your face. This is something Bucky would have scoffed at in another situation because he doesn’t really understand love, but there you are and he cannot stop staring.

It’s not that Bucky has not dated beautiful women before, some were models, literally but there is something about you which is giving him butterflies and he is not yet sure if he likes it.

“Here you go” Bucky smiles and places your order in front of you on the table.

“Tha- oh uh, I didn’t order the brownie.”

“It’s on the house.” The smooth Bucky who has flirted with many many women is gone, and remaining is a shy bucky who cannot stop smiling.

“oh,” and that’s when you bite your lip and Bucky feels his eyes are glued to your lips.

“Thank you…” You trail off to find his name tag. “Bucky”

The moment you say his name Bucky is gone. He wants to hear you say his name, again, and again. Has his name ever sounded so good?

“I’m- I don’t know if this is too forward but um, would you like to go out with me sometime?” Bucky is flustered while trying to ask you out. He looks at you with his pretty blue eyes and you felt like you’re melting into a puddle.

“Yeah, I’ll like that.” You smile.

Bucky feels like jumping in happiness. But tries to play it cool, you know scratch that he doesn’t want to be cool he wants to be happy and shy and spend time with you, get to know you.

He gives you his number and asks you to text him when you’re free.

After you leave the coffee shop that day, Bucky feels keeps checking his phone, excited, nervous, anxious, and after finishing his shift when he is going back home, when he feels like he is losing his mind, his phone chimes

you: hey, i’m free this friday if you’d like to meet x

Bucky smiles, almost giggles. Quickly types back.

Bucky: Sounds perfect. Can’t wait to meet you again.

Maybe working at the coffee shop isn’t that bad. He smiles to himself and drives back home, counting days till Friday.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Her Song (Killshot, Part 3.)

Description: The occupation as a member of SAS came along with many restrictions and rules one had to follow to a dot. It could get even more intense for a soldier carrying a lot of trauma and not enough self-love, if any at all. Thank God, this lonely soldier meets a lonely florist one day, and as they say - animals have the best judge of character.

Part Summary: During an unexpected visit from your favourite military man, the florist starts showing signs of the flu, as is common throughout autumn. It's up to Ghost to become the best sous-florist Soho had ever seen.

A/N: I swear to god, this part was not coming along. I hope you'll have fun with it, but I just feel like the words and correct sentence order weren't coming along at all. Also, Cassie is here to make a guest appearance, we love future Mrs. MacTavish. 

Word count: 6.5K

Tagging: @poohkie90​

Master list: H E R E | Ghost's tapes: P L A Y L I S T

It was strange to get used to - to see a very tall, mysterious masked man walking into your flower shop regularly, always bringing two cups of chai latté and various baked goods. Ghost'd been coming irregularly at first, always making your day a whole lot brighter - after some time, he started coming around your lunch break so the two of you had time to chat and exchange horrible puns and one-liners.

Interesting thing to note to self - Ghost never bought the same type of pastry twice. The two of you started experimenting with what Grind On had to offer, tasting different flavours, fillings, types of dough and other ingredients, debating whether it was a hit or miss. Some of them were really good, and some of them turned out horrendous. Each time you'd spot the known baklava and a matching black hoodie, you walked to meet him in the entrance if you didn't have a client on your hands, holding the door open for him as Bonnie enthusiastically greeted Ghost back to Rosemary's. Needless to say, Bonnie was all over Ghost and the longer the two knew each other, the stronger their bond became. After some time, Bonnie pouted anytime she spotted Ghost packing his stuff.

And one autumn day, she didn't even bother with pouting - the puppy simply rolled on its back and played dead. As Bon continued to lie on the ground dramatically, you two couldn't help but snicker.

"The two of you had been training hard, huh?" - Simon asked as you both watched the dog doing its best not to move, blowing its cover by looking at the two of you - her eyes jumped from Ghost to you, back and forth. Ghost was referring to your continuous attempts at teaching Bonnie all the basic commands - sit, give me five, lie down and to the leg, to be specific. The two of you even paid for a training course, which Bonnie loved - she loved obstacle courses and playing with other dogs and their owners. She was a social butterfly, that much was obvious to you.

"Nu-uh." - You dismissed categorically, shaking your head. - "I got nothing to do with her theatrics this time. Whatever this is, I didn't teach it to her." "What are you trying to achieve here, missy?" - Ghost wondered under his breath, leaning down to pet Bonnie on her tummy - she did her best to continue playing dead, but the wiggling of her tail gave her out. After Simon sat back up, a snicker of yours caught his attention - his stare was borderline offended, underlined with amusement as he turned his head to you.

"As I said, she's growing up to be a total heartthrob and a heartbreaker. Look at yourself, Ghost, you've fallen right into her schemes." - You explained in a whisper, dramatically pulling out the bag with her treats. The man scoffed in reaction to your action. "You'll do her this dirty? Look at her, she's doing her best. This is a new low, even for you." - Ghost noted, rolling his eyes playfully. "Watch and learn." - As you said this, your hand shook the bag. With portrayed drama, you pulled out one of her favourite chewing sticks, waving it around. - "Woah, it's so unlucky that I have this bag full of treats for Bonnie... I just wanted to give her one because she's been such a good girl, but look at her. My oh my."

In that instant, Bon got on her feet and ran to you, barking at you so you'd notice she was right there, alive and well. The shit-eating grin on your face was priceless, making Ghost lower his head in defeat. "Point still stands, Y/N, just look at the lass." - The man continued, putting his hoodie and backpack on. It became a recurring thing - he'd always take it off to make himself more comfortable. He rarely wore short-sleeved shirts, but he'd roll up his sleeves from time to time. There was a pretty intricate tattoo on his left arm, but you've never pointed it out. Hadn't even asked about its meaning either. While the base of your friendship was growing strong, it was still hard to determine where Ghost's 'that's enough of that' limit starts. "Oh, admit it, Mr. Military Man. Bon has you wrapped around her pretty little finger, my little minx." - With that, you finally gave the Bonniethe snack, so you and Ghost would have time to say goodbye as you walked him to the entrance. - "So, see you on Friday?" "Negative, ma'am. I got a meeting to attend, unfortunately." "What a tragedy, sir, you won't be able to get your regular dose of humour." "Speaking of which, you hadn't finished the joke earlier. You owe me one." "Right." - You nodded, expression turning serious. Simon felt this is either gonna be really good or very fucking bad. - "What do you call a shipment of military-issued T-Rexes?" "No fucking clue. What do I call that?" "Small arms." - You added triumphantly, grinning at your own joke. The wave of cringe hit Simon so hard he had to shake his head and take a deep breath.

"Fucking hell, Y/N. Maybe it's for the best I won't get my regular dose of your humour on Friday, this one'll haunt me in my dreams." "Oh, boo-hoo. Can you imagine know how hard did I have to dig for this fucking joke? I'm the funniest person you've met, just admit it already." "Haven't said you aren't." - The man answered silently, hovering over you as your hand rested on the doorknob.

So far, you weren't able to guess how Ghost felt about you. Yes, you concluded he enjoys your presence - he wouldn't be coming as much as he has if that wasn't the case. The two of you regularly met up during your lunch breaks for well over a month by that point. On the other hand, there was the fact that he still didn't entrust you with his civil name, his age, his phone number or other details you were anxious to know about the person you fancied. You weren't losing any hopes as of now, because there was something in the air. You didn't have the guts to name whatever it was, but the electricity was buzzing and chemical reactions were crackling. In moments when he looked at you like this, your breath hitched and your blood started to boil. Sometimes, it had gotten so bad that your body shivered and your lips started tingling ever so gently - that's how desperate you were to kiss him, to let his taste and smell intoxicate your brain, making you unable to concentrate on anything other than him. Oh, yes, another note to self - Ghost smelled so fucking good, with or without cologne. And dear God, didn't you love it when he wore his combat t-shirts so you could gawk at his body? Sometimes, you were pretty sure he was doing it on purpose. Once, Ghost came straight from the base - sweaty, after a training, dressed up in his tight combat gear. Your brain refused to compute on said occasion as he marched around the room, going on a tangent about something (not a clue what he was going off about) - your eyes were glued to his lovely bottom, it was a miracle you hadn't drooled all over your counter. Last note to self - his ass was very lovely.

"Say it, then. Admit that I'm the funniest person you've met." - You whispered, the corners of your lips turning into a devilish smile. "You know I can't." - Ghost opposed, ensuring his hoodie was zipped up to his ching. "You can and you will. It'll stay between us, not a word in front of Cassie, pinky promise - Johnny wouldn't get to know." "MacTavish is hot on your heels, ma'am. All he needs is a sprog of his own and his dad-joke arc will be complete, unfortunately for you." "You're no fun." - You mumbled, pretending to be upset over the dispute. Simon was smiling under the mask, knowing that in his eyes, Johnny's awful jokes wouldn't ever be as good as yours. With that, you unlocked the door, holding it open for Ghost. - "Hope the meeting will go alright." "It's just regular debriefing, Y/N, don't get worked up over essentially nothing - trust me, I'll be alright." "Sorry for worrying, then, Jesus Christ, Ghost. Can't you just take a compliment? Or me being worried for once?" "Where would be the fun in that, love?" - The man shrugged as he walked backwards, still looking at you while leaving.

You both loved and hated when Ghost did that - no way Ghost didn't know what effect this nickname in particular had. Sure - it was just a common phrase, and you've heard it a million times from your grandpas and uncles, but still... It detonated a bomb of butterflies in your stomach each fucking time. "Wouldn't be as fun if I didn't tease you, would it, now?" - Ghost let out smoothly, finally stepping out into the street. "See ya!" - You cried out, waving at him, watching as he disappeared behind the corner. Since Bonnie was too busy chewing on her snack, she didn't even catch that Ghost was gone. With you, it was a different story - smiling dreamily, you still stood in the opened door, leaning your burning cheek into the cold glass. Ghost had to know what he was doing to you and revelled in seeing you getting flustered, overthinking everything he said and getting giddy over each compliment or phrase that didn't have a meaning strictly given by the topic of conversation. - "... You fucking twat."

The rest of your shift went as usual - it was pretty calm since Rosemary's didn't get much traffic on Wednesdays. Things, however, started to feel a bit funky on Thursday - as if the world around you got a bit fuzzy and your eyes constantly burned, making you sleep throughout most of your day. You've taken Bon for regular walks as she was used to, but only after putting on a ridiculous amount of clothes. The first time you sneezed you knew you were doomed - your scheduled autumn flu just arrived in full force. Since you didn't have any shifts throughout the weekend because Cathy needed to up her hours, you decided to push through Friday regardless. Due to your state, however, you didn't have time or energy to prepare yourself for defeating said flu. As you gulped down on a painkiller, you noted there were only a couple of them left - when in the fuck were you supposed to get more or shop for veggies, tissues or cough syrup?

Usually, you liked to deem your work ethic flawless - on that particular Friday, however, you were sluggish and out of it entirely. Orders you'd complete in five minutes took you fifteen, your fingers weren't bending properly and your whole body ached. It was around three in the afternoon, less than three hours until closing time when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you. The man could immediately tell something was wrong - you didn't notice him as he strolled down the alley, you didn't acknowledge him until he stood in front of you. Bonnie, as usual, was all over him, barking loudly and happily. Even your attempted shush was weak and pathetic; Bon's barking made your headache even worse, each sound echoing inside your head. Usually, you'd gush over Ghost's presence - especially after you've been told he wouldn't make it on Friday. This time, you've just waved him off and turned around to have a big fat sneeze. The man stopped in his tracks, narrowed his eyes and watched you moan lightly, supporting the small of your back before making careful steps, and slugging around the shop.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing here?" "I don't know... Working? Like any normal person with a 9-5?" - You reiterated, rolling your eyes at the question before blowing your nose and coughing into the sleeve of your sweater. "Normal people with a 9-5 don't look like their rigour mortis just kicked in." "Very funny, Ghost, very funny." "I've been told I'm hilarious." - The man muttered, turning the sign on the door to 'closed'. - "It would be hilarious to pack your stuff and go home now to work on curing your flu, wouldn't it? That's sounds very fun, doesn't it?" "I don't think I appreciate your sense of humour." - You muttered back, turning the sign back to 'opened'. You could see his eyebrows shoot up and eyes narrowing even more, if possible. - "How was that... Whatever mumbo jumbo you had today? What was it again? Everything alright?"

"The debriefing went as it always does, that's why I've made it today. All good, they even let me off sooner. What's not good, however, is you." "Ouch. That was cold." - You sighed unenthusiastically and checked your watch. - "If you'd like to lay into me, just go home and rest. I have three hours to go and if you're not here to help..." "I might. You know what? I might." - Ghost mumbled under his breath, walking behind the counter to put his backpack next to yours, taking off his sweatshirt as he seamlessly moved around. You had a hard time believing what you've been looking at, so you got stuck watching as Ghost put one of the aprons on. Funnily enough, there is only one remaining - a pastel pink one. It looked cartoonish on a man of his figure with his 6'3 height, broad shoulders, sculptured muscles and menacing posture... It left very little to the imagination, revealing more than it covered.

"What are you up to?" - You asked, genuinely not catching his drift. "You said I can either stop laying into you and leave or become your sous-florist. I've made my decision." "You know jack shit about flowers, you're in the military." - You argued back as if Ghost didn't have a clue about what his occupation was, your voice becoming weaker and raspier with each word. "I'm well aware, cadet." - The man sighed, entwining his palms behind his back and straightening up, gaining at least two extra inches in height. As he watched you with his eyes narrowed and eyebrows knitted together, the fact that he's a high-ranking geezer in the SAS suddenly started making sense. The shift in atmosphere gave you goosebumps. - "We are going to cover each other's backs and ensure the mission ends in success, do you understand? You need my help - I'm here to help. I don't leave my soldiers behind. When this is done, I'll take you home and ensure you rest up - that's an order. Are we clear, cadet?" "Ghost..." "I said, are we clear, cadet?" - Ghost ignored, furrowing even more if that was possible. The stare in his eyes got burning, almost too comfortable to maintain, so you turned your head away, looking on your shoulder. "S-sir, yes, sir." - You got out before you sneezed again, meowling as the sneeze shook your head. God, you needed a bed, a painkiller, a shitload of napkins and sleep.

And so, you were forced to share your workspace with a rather terrifying military man because he refused to leave. No matter how many times you rebutted his decision, Ghost just shut you down with his military mumbo-jumbo; after your thirteenth try, you gave in to having him as your sous-florist. And, to your surprise... Ghost was quite handy with flowers. Little did you know Ghost learned most of it by simply watching you work - all the hours of wondering about your craft, of watching your fingers skillfully tie bows and fixing decorations in place were coming in handy. Putting theory into practice was a different story, but he was handy enough to make it work. Unbeknownst to both of you, there was also a side of him that longed to create art - he never had the time nor the chance to explore this side of himself due to his father's whims and unstable environment, but something about the process of creation calmed him down, grounded him, made him relaxed. Maybe this was something he could concentrate on after his therapist recommends him to find a therapeutic activity again. So far, he'd tried playing basketball and boxing, but neither of those had ever brought him as much peace. Sure, his flowers couldn't be compared to yours, but under your careful watch and a load of your help, he was bringing together acceptable flowers. Ghost hadn't come close to creating a bouquet, neither did he have the balls to do so - trying to tie a fucking ribbon around three roses without shouting profanities was hard enough.

"You know what?" - It was a whisper coming out of your mouth as you finally locked the fucking door of the shop. Ghost sat down and let out a long and tired sigh, massaging his face with his fingers. No exaggeration, he looked as if he just finished running a fucking marathon. "No, but I bet you'll enlighten me nonetheless, huh?" "Oh, haha. I was about to compliment you, but you're being a pain in my ass." "Apologies, ma'am. Go for it." "In case your military career fails, drop your CV here. You're not bad at this, I'll intercede in your name." "Why, thank you. I might do that nonetheless. Got the impression I'm a good florist myself." - The man joked back, watching you stumbling around in your apron - you were unable to tie the knot on your back and since there was a decent chance you had a fever too, you've been walking around while moaning silently. Even through the circumstances, Simon's ears perked up at first as he listened to the soft, helpless sounds escaping your mouth. God. He'd give anything to hear them as he'd hover over you, leaning down to kiss you while his fingers would... Clearing his throat, Simon stood up to walk behind you, undoing the apron. While he was at it, he gently smoother your forehead - you were sweaty as hell, and burning up also. Way more than he'd imagine.

"That's it, we've got to get you to bed and make you tea." "I think you might have a point here, actually."

Walking you home felt like a superhuman task - Bonnie was out of her mind, happily running around and barking, because your state forced the both of you to be inside the shop for the entire day. You've done your best to at least let her walk around the street, but that wasn't comparable to going on a walk. You were holding onto his elbow, feverishly looking around. You've been entirely out of order, that much was plainly obvious - all it took for Simon to determine was the veil cast over your eyes. Usually, there was this excited spark in your look, mainly when you smiled at him (which you did a good portion of the time you've spent together), but now, there was nothing. Your eyes were just aimlessly jumping from place to place as fever took over you, disconnecting you from reality. Getting you on and off the bus as well as up multiple flights of stairs was tricky. With all the remaining might you've had in you, you were trying to help Simon get into your flat, but he still had to wrap his arm around your waist to support you, carrying Bon on his other arm.

Usually, Simon would wait on the doorstep for you to invite him into your flat. It was just a formality, something so very dumb, he insisted on. That way, he'd be positive you actually wanted him in your personal space - yet due to your state, Simon spat on his personal set of rules. He waited until you fished out your keys, mumbling some mumbo-jumbo under your breath. Based on the expression on your face, Simon was pretty sure that whatever you were talking about was very important to you at the moment but he was unable to decipher the transmission. Waving your palms around, you cleared your throat and turned to him.

"I said, keep your shoes on." - You repeated weakly. - "It's fucking messy nonetheless. Also, would you be a doll and get me a painkiller and a glass of water? It's in the cupboard above the sink. I'll go ahead and change into something homey." "If I'd be a doll?" - Simon repeated after you, snickering. First, he set Bon on the ground, petting her before she ran off somewhere. - "Wouldn't you prefer some tea? Your voice sounds hoarse." "Well..." - You stuck your head out of what Simon believed was your bedroom, clearly dressed only in your bra and the pair of jeans that made your bum stand out nicely (yes, this pair was Simon's favourite, in fact). Right after, you slipped an oversized shirt over your head and started taking the bra off. Even though he'd love to stare at you like a deer in the headlights, Simon made the adult decision to clear his throat and look for the painkiller. - "To make tea, I'd have to have tea." "Are you fucking joking?" - Simon responded before he could stop himself. "About?" "Not having tea at home." "Why would I joke about not having tea at home?" "You live in the middle of London. Don't know if you're aware of that, but us Brits love tea." "Ghost, you're like really pretty and all, I like you a lot, but..." - You started off, making his eyes narrow - until he realized you were just trying to put his harangue to end. The tone of your voice made Simon lose himself for a bit before you continued with what you had to say.- "Please, give me the fucking painkiller."

"Yes, ma'am." - If you were fully conscious, you'd surely notice the warmth spreading on Simon's face, the baklava poorly hiding his smile as well as the pure adoration in his eyes - now, however, you just smiled at him and gulped the painkiller down. - "It was the last one in the package. Do you have some more hidden around? I could fetch them for you." - Ghost offered quietly, leaning his elbow into the doorframe as he gazed at you lovingly. Price would surely call him a lovesick puppy. "Oh-oh." "Oh-oh?" - Simon repeated after you, this time in pure disbelief. So you didn't have tea, you didn't have painkillers... Was there anything you did have? - "Do you have literally anything of use inside your flat?" - As he asked, you lifted your eyes up to him, your bottom quivering slightly. "Last week had been tough, okay? I was feeling horrible, I felt like I'm running behind, I didn't have time to..." "Me." - Simon whispered, smoothing your shoulder quickly to make sure you wouldn't start crying on him - his palm ghosted over your skin. - "That's what you'd say if you weren't sick. I'd like to think I'm quite useful. What's your conclusion on this statement, ma'am?" "That it's fucking sad." - You nodded to yourself, turning around to walk towards your bed. Slowly, you made sure you'd before you started to take your pants off. - "That fact that you have to make my own jokes for me? Blasphemy. What am I here for if you can't even joke around with me? You can talk to yourself at this point."

"Nonsense." - The man shut down immediately, watching as you started to tuck under the blanket. - "None of the jokes come across as good when you're not the one saying them. You're the funniest person I've met." - Now, you gave Ghost a smug smile - with a grunt, you laid on your back and let him help with tucking you in. "Ha, suck it, Johnny! I fucking knew it." "Don't you blow my cover, deal, ma'am?" "I wouldn't do that, sir. If you'd like to hang around for a bit, it's fine with me. Do whatever you'd like, eat whatever you find, make yourself some coffee... I'd... Feel safer, knowing I'm not alone in here. If you'd like to order a take-out, just take some of my money, I owe you one." "As you wish, Y/N - about the last part, however, negative." - Simon whispered, smoothing your forehead for the last time. - "I'll take care of everything, okay? Don't you worry." "Sounds good, Ghost. Thank you."

As Simon promised, he set out to do - he started by creating an extensive shopping list of everything you might need to recover from your illness... And dear fucking Jesus, there wasn't anything inside the cupboards, the fridge and the pantry sure had seen better days as well. You clearly weren't joking when you said you hit a rough patch. A lot of daily necessities were seemingly missing, ranging from tea, painkillers, and cough syrup all the way to ingredients for cooking a simple meal. Or it was caused by Simon's routines - most of the things he considered daily necessities didn't necessarily have to be on your list.

When the list was completed, Simon kneeled in your hall and clicked his tongue a few times - the furry ball of love was running to him in an instant, holding the edge of a small blanket for babies between her fangs, as if she wanted to show it to him. It looked like Bonnie was particularly fond of this piece of cloth. "Oh, that's just wonderful, babes, is that yours?" - The man murmured, melting at the sight of Bonnie as he petted her gently. His brain was just starting to get a grip - he was inside your flat with you sleeping in the next room. It was easy to let his mind wander a bit, to imagine he'd be putting his shoes in the same shoe rack, hanging his jackets on the same hanger, and sitting beside you on your small sofa with a floral pattern. - "What about a walk, huh? A lass like you needs a long stretch, doesn't she?"

Five minutes later, with your keys attached to his keychain, the duo stepped into the London wilderness. He'd been well-travelled when it came to London, but your part of town was a mystery to him. Finding a fucking supermarket was hard enough, let alone the fucking drug store. As Simon recited everything he deemed necessary to the pharmacist, her expression was becoming more and more stoic the longer the interaction went on. Simon could see the situation being a bit humorous - a 6'3 man with baklava hiding holding a puppy in one of his arms while simultaneously holding three paper bags coming from a nearby supermarket in the other, buying almost two other bags of various medical stuff. The lady, her name was Marianne, was close to asking Simon what the fuck does he need all this for, but she decided against it in the end. After getting Bonnie a cup of her own ice cream (she went crazy for it, seemingly not tasting it until that day), the duo set on their way home. Simon brought you enough tea for an entire month, fresh pastries, butter he deemed the best, a load of permanent food (canned beans were just the beginning) and some veggies, fruits and other goods he was pretty sure you'd find use for. Your lunch breaks gave him a good idea about what you liked concerning food.

When the two arrived back at the flat, it was silent and dark - only your light snoring gave away that someone was inside. - "How about you run off while I clean up and cook something for mummy, hm?" - Simon whispered to Bonnie while letting her off the leash, watching as she ran straight for her blanket, jumping on the sofa right after. Due to her constant whimpering and her attempts to give Simon the remote, he concluded she'd like to watch something. So Bonnie was into TV, huh? He'd never figure this out on his own. Letting music play silently in the background, Simon started preparing the kitchen so he'd have somewhere to cook his famous veggie broth. In this process alone, he completely reorganised it, making sure everything was easily visible and accessible, and clean as if you just brought it home from the convenience store. Simultaneously, he started preparing you a cup of hot tea and the mentioned coughing syrup, because the longer he'd been in the flat, the more coughing came from behind the closed door. And it didn't sound good at all.

Coming into your room, your back was to be turned to the door. It was hard to say, honestly - you seemingly disappeared inside your enormous bed, hiding under an even bigger, thick blanket. Carefully, Simon set the cup on your night table along with the dose of syrup, sitting on the bed with utmost caution. You didn't seem to notice him, dead asleep. Carefully, Simon stuck his palm under the blanket so smooth your shoulder, making you moan with displeasure - goosebumps immediately formed on your skin, informing Simon that the painkiller might've lowered the fever, but you still had chills. "Hey there, sleepyhead... Delivery service. It'll be just a moment and then I'll fuck off, promise." - Ghost whispered, waiting for you to lay down on your back before carefully helping you to sit up.

"What time is it?" - You wondered, accepting the warm tea from Simon. It wasn't boiling hot anymore but it wasn't ice cold either, it was just the right temperature for you to drink half a cuppa in one go. "Still pretty early, you can sleep after you take some of this." - Ghost smiled with his eyes, shaking the small plastic cup of syrup in front of your eyes. "Where did... Where did you get all this? I specifically remember telling you I'm out of tea... And I know I checked for cough syrup yesterday." "Bonnie really wanted to go out for a walk, so we stopped by a few shops, nothing grand." "And what's that wonderful smell?" - You pushed on relentlessly, eyeing Ghost with raising suspicion. "Vegetable broth." "Ghost!" - You squealed, but regretted it very soon - with silent cusses, you started to massage your throat. - "Did you at least take my wallet to pay for my fucking purchases?" "Wanna know the total?" "So you didn't, fucking amazing. Also - yea? Of course, let me pay you right back." "It's precisely... Don't worry about it. It's my treat. How did you phrase it? I don't want a single dime." "Are you insane?" "Been told I am." - Ghost snickered, ending the discussion. - "I gotta go check on how's the broth doing, I'll bring you a bowl when it's done, yeah?" "Fine, wacko. Thank you so much for doing... All of this for me. I can't appreciate it enough." "It's nothing, stinky face. Rest up." "And Ghost?" - You called out just before Simon walked out of the door, so he held it open to hear whatever else you had on your mind. - "I love this song, could you leave the door ajar for me? I'm sure Bonnie loves it too. Pretty sure it's on top of the list of our favourites."

Simon didn't answer your request, he just did as you asked him to. After checking on the broth, he wandered around the flat for a bit before mindlessly starting to clean up. Not that he'd find the flat dirty, it was pretty tidy actually, but he wanted to kill time somehow. In the process of folding clothes laying around into stacks (the military was to be blamed for that), including your fucking coat for some reason. He'd changed all the burned-out candles, done the dishes and started to put all the groceries where they seemingly belonged. After he was done with being the housewife, Simon started picking various books and other items lying around and did his best to put them in their place - books into the bookshelves, leaving various papers and documents lying on the coffee table for you to sort out.

After this, there were truly no chores to perform. The broth still had ten minutes to go and no matter how much Simon tried to resist, he couldn't but snoop around a bit. He went over the photos on your fridge - most of them seemed to be taken when you were out with your friends or family, having you smile at the camera or perform various grimaces, making the others either do the same or laugh happily. There was an old photo of you way back when - it had to be the yearbook photo because while you tried your best to smile, it was painfully obvious you were uncomfortable. There was one under the fridge, Simon noticed on accident, basically - as he bent to pick it up, the expression on his face froze.

It was the guy. The guy he tailed a month ago with his arm over your shoulder. You, seemingly enjoying the moment, were kissing the guy's cheek, your palm splayed all over his chest - one of the easiest ways to spot a dating couple based on picture only. As he turned it around, there was just a simple sentence handwritten in the corner - Billy and I, spring of '23. Simon's footing seemed to be unsteady all of a sudden. Was Billy your boyfriend, then? If he was, the two of you didn't seem to live together. Why was the heated argument in Rosemary's about? Maybe you've broke up recently and Billy was trying to weasel back into your life? Could this be the reason? If you had a sentimental attachment to Billy, though, you'd notice a photo of your sweetheart missing on the fridge. The photo wouldn't be lying under it, between all the dust and other mess that generally gathered in the kitchen, would it? As Simon tried to figure out what to do with the photo, his eyes wandered back to all the disorganized papers he found lying all over the flat.

There was an envelope - it wasn't big, presumably just normal mail. And the sender was named Wiliam. Could these two be connected? Could that be the same person? Against his better judgment, Simon pulled the letter out to read what this William guy wanted from you. Each word made his eyes widen and each line edged Simon to break something. By the time he was done reading the letter, he was nodding to himself, doing his best to keep on biting the inner side of his cheek. If he was connecting the dots correctly, Billy was definitely William. And William was a piece of shit. The throwaway line was starting to make a whole fucking more sense - she is a good judge of character, better than her mum anyways... What was apparent from the letter was that the two of you broke up some time ago - and Billy wasn't taking it well. That son of a whore called you so many names in the letter it was almost impressive - but he also belittled you, made sure you know how much of scum and whore you are to him and in the end asked to see you again. Well, it wasn't a request, came off as an order in Ghost's opinion. And well, as they say, and as far as Ghost could assume - it never takes too much from mental abuse to slip into physical. Based on the letter's stamp, it came three days ago. Billy wasn't done with you, it seemed - this man couldn't seemingly forget about you, in fact.

Ghost was standing in the middle of your living room, trying to keep his shit together. As Ghost once said to Johnny - choices have consequences. And Billy made a hell of a choice. Now, he regretted his decision to leave Billy off the hook. Simon should've tailed him longer. He should've got on the fucking bus with him and made sure to question him regarding you. Maybe pack a few good punches here and there, beating the everliving shit out of him as a warning of what's to come next if Billy even considers coming near you. It took all his will to put the letter and the photo on your coffee table and fish out his phone - Ghost wasn't too far from waking you up, asking you about Billy's address.

"Hey, Si, is everything okay?" - A familiar female voice answered as soon as the call connected. "Hey, Cass. Hope I haven't called at a bad time." "Not at all. Do you need anything? Did the debriefing go bad? Johnny said you aced it - like you always do." "Went as it usually does, you know the drill. Got a favour to ask you." "All ears, Si." - Cassie confirmed, officially stopping doing whatever she was paying attention to. "Y/N's really sick, so I helped her to get home from work - but I gotta be somewhere soon. Would you look after her for the night? I'd assume she's gonna be better tomorrow." - Simon explained, lying as if there was no tomorrow. He had to leave the flat, no matter how much he wanted to stay. It will be best if he just goes to a pub, sedating all the feelings with alcohol.

"Y/N? Which Y/N?" - Cassie asked, doing her best impression of playing dumb. She was trying to pretend you didn't try to find out everything you could Simon on your hangout two weeks ago. "Miss florist." "Oh! Do you two know each other? What a small world." "I'd like to tell you this story some other time. Can I count on you?" "Yes, Si, I'll look after her. I'll be there in ten, just wait for me, okay?" "Thank you, Cass. I owe you one." "Not a chance."

[pastafossa]

Hey Pasta! I'm feeling a little down lately and have been wanting to reread some trt chapters. I was wondering if you have a list of your favorite/cutest janematt/best snuggle chapters that I should reread :)

I'm so sorry you've been feeling down, I can give you some cute/snuggly comfort chapters, absolutely!

While Jane would likely claim it was platonic (but not really), we get their first real cuddle session in chapter 12, the morning after the kidnapping arc! This is also when she accepts that she's staying here because of her red thread with Matt (and has a vague feeling that she may be stepping into Something Big).

Chapter 13 when they're first practicing trying to reach (Just before working out the rules of Devil Hunt), also involves them being very cute, flirty, and beginning to get very comfortable with touching each other.

Chapter 23 to the first half of Chapter 26 holds a special place in my heart when it comes to snuggly chapters, cause all of those chapters are one involve Jane comforting and walking with Matt through the initial few days and nights after his fight with Foggy and being cut up with Nobu, and while Matt is obviously very sad and broken up, there's so much cuddling and holding, which Matt really really needs. bonus: he gives her the key at the end It's also the arc during which Jane admits they passed platonic a while back, and they're most likely something, even if she's not sure what.

Chapter 43, which is the tail end of the first kiss, also has Matt cuddling and holding Jane, and her holding him in return, since she'd been gone and was also injured. I love how they can finally touch while acknowledging their love for one another at the same time in this chapter.

Chapter 51: *sigh* God, I love the Hypothermic Cuddling trope.

Obviously I have to mention all the cuddling that happens after Frank shoots Matt on the rooftop, it's required. Literally SO MUCH CUDDLING in Chapters 83-90, with my favorite probably being the bit in 84 where she holds him against her and syncs their breathing up to calm him.

Sorry but him and her in 110 when he finds her all covered in blood and baklava obsessed after Elektra, they're SO cute and funny in this chapter

DECORATION SHOPPING IN 111, IT'S SO DOMESTIC

Hopefully these help! I know there's a bunch of more recent stuff after the boar fight and such, but those have some angst too so I figured these would be a little happier or cathartic! <3

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Moonstruck Ch. 2 Coffee Fate

18+ only! This wip contains explicit material

Apollo’s ears pricked at the scent of Ezra lingering shyly beneath layers of coffee and other patrons. His eyes scanned the shop. There, three tables back from the counter and one over from the window. Ezra, chin resting in his hand, took a sip of his drink. Apollo raised a hand in a wave. Spotting him, Ezra straightened. A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he waved back. The line seemed to drag on agonizingly slow as Apollo waited for his turn. He ordered his drink and made a last minute decision to buy two blueberry muffins.

“Mind if I sit here,” he asked Ezra.

Ezra looked him up and down. “Sure. Nobody else around.”

Apollo slid into the seat. “Must be fate then.”

“Not that you believe in it.”

“You remember that?”

“I thought it was funny.” Ezra hid his grin in his drink.

Apollo relaxed into his chair, “Seems I made a good first impression.”

“You might have.”

“So you’ve been thinking about me?” He leaned forward, resting one arm conspiratorially on the table. “What have you been thinking about?”

Ezra ducked his head, “Wondering what you do on your days off from being a Greek god.”

“I’m a personal trainer.”

“That’s-” Ezra let his gaze sweep over Apollo again, “no wonder you look like that.”

“Apollo,” the barista called across the cafe.

“That’s my cue,” he stood, “I’ll be right back.”

Ezra watched him walk away, admiring the way his muscles moved under his clothes. I bet he could snap me in half. The thought made him blush a deep crimson and he hid himself in his drink.

Apollo came back balancing two muffins in one hand and his drink in the other. “Want a muffin? They’re blueberry.”

“Are you sure?”

“Nobody else around,” Apollo said as he took his seat.

“I guess I’ll have to take it then, won’t I?”

“If you don’t I’ll be forced to eat both.”

“Such a shame,” Ezra laughed. He reached across the table for one of the muffins.

Apollo scooted it forward with his pinky just as Ezra was closing his hand around it. Their fingers touched. Ezra quickly pulled the muffin to him.

“You’re red,” Apollo noted.

“Just the heat from the coffee. Speaking of, it looks like your name is on that one.”

“Wanna trade? I bet it tastes just like yours.” Apollo took a sip and held it out towards Ezra. “Definitely the same.

“You sure?”

“Hand me yours, that way I can really compare the flavors.”

Ezra laughed and traded cups with Apollo. They each took a drink.

“Pretty close,” Ezra said, just as Apollo was saying “Just the same.”

They both laughed.

Ezra placed Apollo’s cup in the middle of the table and began to carefully peel the wrapper from his muffin. “So then, where were we?”

“I was about to ask you if you’ve been thinking anything else about me."

Ezra’s head snapped up, “What?”

Apollo settled back and took another drink from Ezra’s cup. “Well, you remembered my line about fate, and you admitted to wondering what I did on my off days from “being a Greek god.” Surely those aren’t the only thoughts you’ve had.”

“Uh uh,” Ezra shook his head. “It’s my turn to ask you if you’ve been thinking about me.”

“It’s gonna be like that, is it? Alright, sure, I’ll play. I know it’s been twelve days since we met.”

“Our coffee fate,” Ezra chuckled.

Apollo laughed, “Coffee fate. I like that. Where do you work?”

“I’m a nutritionist. I just moved here a few months ago and work has been kicking my ass. Where are you from?”

“Born and raised right here. Where are you from?”

“Weskell. Small town, a few hours from here.”

Apollo nodded along. “Never heard of it.”

“Not surprised,” Ezra said. He broke a piece off of his muffin and popped it into his mouth.

“If you’re looking for stuff to do during your off-time, I know all the best places. When work’s not kicking your ass and you get time to explore you should definitely check out McCauls’ downtown. Awesome food. There’s also an Arabic bakery on 21st street that has life-changing baklava. Brentwood Loop is a fun nature trail. If you're looking for more artsy stuff you'll want to go to the Rose District, and Perrin Park is a great place to chill. They also do a lot of events and concerts there.”

“That’s a lot of places. You might have to show me around.”

Apollo leaned over and placed his hand on top of his cup. “Ezra-” he paused and muttered, “what’s your last name?”

“Hardin,” he laughed.

“Ezra Hardin, are you flirting with me right now?”

Heat rushed to Ezra’s cheeks. Apollo had claim on both of their drinks. He tore another chunk of his muffin off and used it to buy himself a few seconds.

“You should know that I am flirting with you.”

Ezra hid his face in his hands and nodded pitifully.

“Don’t hide,” Apollo said gently.

“It’s embarrassing,” his voice was muffled by his hands.

“What’s embarrassing?” Apollo pulled back, “Flirting with a Greek god?”

His words drew a small laugh out of Ezra.

He dropped his hands and reached for Apollo’s cup in the middle of the table. “Was I that obvious?”

“You did call me a Greek god the first day we met.”

“You’re named after one! I was making conversation! And besides, you were drinking my coffee. What else was I supposed to do?”

Apollo laughed, “I don’t see you complaining about me drinking your coffee right now.” He took another sip to underscore his point.

“Give me that.”

“Mm.. no. You have a perfectly good one right there.”

“Has the wrong name on it.”

“Hmmm,” Apollo took another drink. “Must be fate.”

Ezra couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head. He relented, pulling Apollo’s cup to him and rotating it between his hands.

Apollo tore the top off of his muffin. In two bites it was gone. “Tell me something boring about you?”

“Something boring? Cantaloupe is my favorite fruit. What about you?”

Apollo began tapping out a beat on the edge of the table. “I like doing sunrise runs.”

“Sunrise runs?”

“I like to get up early and go running before the sun comes up. That way I never miss a sunrise.”

“That’s cool. I don’t think it counts as boring though.”

Apollo rolled his eyes, a smirk finding his mouth. “I have a hole in my left sock.”

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

He shrugged, “Not really.”

“I can’t stand holes in my socks. It feels weird and bothers me all day.” Ezra tore off another piece of his muffin.

Apollo peeled away the liner on his muffin and took a large bite out of it. “You should come on a run with me some time.”

“You’d have to carry me. I’m not a runner.”

“Good thing you look light.”

“Are you always this smooth?”

“I always try my best.” He flashed a grin at Ezra.

“What’s your favorite place in the city?”

Apollo shook his head. A tiny hint of sadness leaked into his voice, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have clearance for that. You need to unlock friendship level five before I can answer.”

Ezra raised his eyebrows and ate another piece of muffin. “Now you’ve got me really curious.”

“Ask me something else.” He looked down at the table, avoiding Ezra’s eyes.

“Do you always order this drink here?” He picked up the cup with Apollo’s name on it and swallowed a mouthful.

“Nine times out of ten, yes.”

“And the tenth?”

“I always get a peppermint mocha when it’s winter.”

“Oof, no thanks. I hate peppermint.”

Apollo’s leg began to bounce and he drummed his fingers against his thigh. “Looks like that’s one drink you won’t be stealing.”

“All the way in winter,” Ezra laughed, “it’s still summer.”

“Maybe coffee fate will still be around then. Who knows.”

It was Ezra’s turn to roll his eyes.

Apollo’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to check the message. “My roommate wants bagels. I’m gonna order and run to the bathroom. Do you want anything?”

“From the bathroom?” Ezra laughed, “No.”

“No, you know what I mean.”

“I’m good. You got me a muffin, remember?”

“Maybe you wanted a replacement coffee for the one fate took.”

Ezra laughed again. “Go Apollo. I’ll be right here.”

While Apollo was gone, Ezra borrowed a pen from the counter. Quickly, he scribbled a note out onto the cup sleeve of his coffee that Apollo had claimed. Fuck fate. Text me some time? He handed over the pen and went back to the table, positioning the cup so that his note faced him.

Apollo was still in the bathroom when his order was called so Ezra collected it from the counter. At the table he slipped the coffee sleeve into the bag.

When Apollo came back he reached for his drink. "Damn. Empty."

"Do you want this one?" Ezra offered up the cup. "I think there's a little left."

"I'm pretty sure coffee fate said that one is yours now."

"You're right. We can't disagree with coffee fate." Ezra brought the cup to his lips and drained it. "Coffee is all gone. Now what?"

"I guess I do the polite thing and walk you to your car." He held out his hand.

Ezra took it and pulled himself up. He turned back and began gathering their trash.

"Let me help."

"It’s not a lot. See?" He turned toward Apollo, "I've already got it."

"Thank you for that."

"No problem. I'll meet you outside?"

"Sure."

Apollo was leaned against the building next to the door when Ezra came out. He pushed off and went to Ezra’s side.

"Where are you parked?"

"Back lot."

Apollo grinned. "Coffee fate strikes again. I'm parked back there too."

They circled around the side of the building.

"I'm in the blue Camaro over there," Ezra pointed.

When they reached Ezra’s car Apollo opened the door for him.

"What does a Greek god have to do to get your number? Or should we leave it up to fate?"

Eyes turned to the sky, Ezra twisted his mouth like he was thinking. “This was fun, but I think we should leave it up to fate. It’s more fun that way, don’t you think?”

Apollo let out a soft laugh. “Fate it is then. It was nice seeing you again, Ezra.”

“You too, Apollo. I’ll see you around. Y’know, when the coffee wishes it.”

Apollo smiled and waved before turning towards his car.

Ezra waited until Apollo was out of sight before he flipped his music on and pulled out of the parking lot.

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Tira Columbina

Her hair

Her face

"I'm a doll alright, but I'm either a Barbie or an Annabelle. Depends on how you treat me."

Character Profile

Name: Tiramisù Psyche Columbina

Nicknames: Tira (by everyone), Apricot head, Principessa (By Gelato, Illuso and Formaggio) Woman (Ghiaccio), Dolcezza (by Melone), Bedda (by Risotto). Sweetie Baby, Darlin, Sugar, Honey, Pumpkin, Angel (all by Formaggio.) Barbie girl.

Ti (by La Squadra) Tesoro, Amore, Amore Mia, Bambola bambina, Gattina, Bellissima, Cara, Cucciola, Coniglietta (all by La Squadra). Sis, Big sister, Little sister (by her brothers). Puppet master, Puppeteer, The Jill-of-all trades (herself), Tomboy. The Doll of La Squadra Esecuzioni.

Race: Human

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Tira has apricot orange back-length hair with two cat ear like buns, two strands frame her face, orchid purple eyes and a petite build. She stands 153 cm and has freckles freckles covering her body.

Clothing: She wears a black lace up bustier top with ribbon straps, the front has white rose design on the center, and pink gradient asymmetrical ballet skirt. Underneath she wears black spandex shorts, black thigh highs with bridal garters and black ankle strap ballet flats. She usually wears a pink cardigan over her outfit and silver small hoop earrings.

Personality: Tira is a joyful, independent person who enjoys little things like dolls and small animals. She moves to her own beat and passionate of her hobbies, one example is practicing her ballet on roof tops for better balance.

Tira is a highly kind, outgoing person who sees the best in everyone while remaining objective enough to recognize both their shortcomings and strengths. She is kind to everyone she meets, and is generally sympathetic.

Tira maintains an affectation of grace and innocence, both as the way she was raised and uses it as a shield to get her opponents to lower their guard with her. Once people get to know her well enough, Tira is a fearless, extremely adept stand user who typically uses her opponents like marionettes beneath the careful presentation of ladylike demeanor.

Tira has demonstrated that she is a complex individual as a result of growing up with ten brothers, each of them had a distinctive personality. As a result, she can easily speak with any of them and assist them in their daily tasks. She's often called 'tomboy' due to having masculine traits despite behaving extremely feminine.

Tira takes every challenge extremely seriously and is results-driven because she is used to friendly rivalry in her family. Her determination and stubbornness are to be feared when someone faces her. She's rational and keeps a calm under pressure, no matter how much it is.

Despite her sweet and good-naturedness, she can be absolutely vicious if any of her loved ones are in danger or if she gets to be mistaken for a child. Another way to get on her bad side is to trying to steal or destroy her doll collection.

She's one of the few people who are not afraid of La Squadra Esecuzioni, never afraid to keep them in check. Even slapping them in the back of their heads, she also loves to tease them.

Nationality: Italian and Greek.

Languages spoken: Italian, Greek, French, Spanish, Russian and English.

Items: Owns two rapiers and cat brass knuckles.

History:

Favorite Movie: The Blair Witch Project, Child's Play and The Turning Point.

Favorite Song: Are You Satisfied? and How To Be a Heartbreaker.

Favorite Food: Tiramisu, Strawberries and cream, Baklava, Saganaki, and Casoncelli.

Other?:

Has a collection of dolls, ranging from porcelain to Barbies.

She took up fencing and Taekwondo after completing her ballet and sometimes fuses them together. She's also good in boxing and Greco-Roman and freestyle wrestling.

She likes to buy old dolls and give them makeovers. She even as a day shop in selling them.

She's skilled in lockpicking and able drop her pulse to zero (but only for 60 seconds).

She preforms puppet opera and sometimes entertains the children in the park.

She is the middle child of ten brothers, her family owns an inn in Santorini.

Ironically loathes the Aqua's Barbie.

Is surprisingly strong and fast for her stature.

Able to make smoke and stinks bombs. Notably skilled in making cherry bombs.

Has survival skills thanks to her grandfather.

She's both business and psychology. She also became La Squadra's unpaid therapist.

It's possible that half of the dolls she owns are haunted.

Her hair is often used as a pillow whenever La Squadra is out.

All her brothers are named after Greek heroes

She's a doll and plushie maker, and made dolls of La Squadra. Speaking of which, the boys work at her store as the pay was good and they get free left over snacks.

Her first name came from the Lover of Eros, her middle from a dessert and her surname came from Commedia dell'arte

Stand Profile

Stand Name: Marina

Stand Type: Close-range stand

Ability: Her main ability is to use blood to control the motor functions of others against their will as if they were a marionette. She has the ability to propel her victims across short distances as well as lift and hold them in the air. Tira can also crush or interfere with a victim's internal organs, as well as to temporarily knock numerous persons out of their senses.

When using Electra Heart, Marina can direct the blood flow through particular areas of the body. She has to get nearer to her target, they start to vomit and choke on their own blood, and claw themselves to the point of peeling off their skin. At worse, their ribcages pop out, breaking apart and tearing their flesh and give a view of their heart and lungs, their heart pump so fast they literally explode and soon the rest of the organs follow.

Her sub-skill is that she's able to heal or regenerate others by just using hers or their blood. Major injuries require her own blood to ensure proper healing.

Appearance: A beautiful Victorian porcelain doll. She has black hair styled in loose ringlets held by a black and red feather headpiece and blue eyes and wearing red lipstick. She wears a red lace up midi corset Victorian dress with black outlines and black ruffles on the bottom, black low-heeled shoes and a black and red choker. Has an unnerving smile when attacking.

Personality: Mostly silent and still but maternal and affectionate to Tira and those close to her. She likes to do domestic chores, finding the mundaneness of it relaxing, but will slap anyone if they become sexist about it.

True to her appearance, she behaves in a polite, dignified, and graceful way. She likes to orderly and neat, keeping her and Tira constantly groomed and dislikes messes, notably from La Squadra.

She can be ruthless if Tira is threatened, albeit calm and calculated, and likes to play pranks if feeling mischievous. Her favorite targets are Formaggio and Ghiaccio.

Stats

Destructive Power: A

Range: C (5-15 METERS)

Speed: B

Durability: B

Precision: B

Development Potential: A

Stand Cry: She just giggles

Other?:

Her name came from MARINA or Marina and the Diamonds.

She likes to him jump scare the team except Risotto and Prosciutto.

Tira and Melone likes to dress her up.

She likes to style Tira's hair.

Marina uses puppet strings as whips.

[self-love-is-underrated]

Istanbul: Underrated and Overrated Things

Searching for Istanbul, you see a very similar list of food to try and places to see. So are they all worth it? Here is a list of things that I consider overrated or underrated, based on my very personal opinion :)

Simit: Very Overrated

Before going to Istanbul, I could not wait to try out the famous simits. And listen, I only had one, but did I hate it? No, I did not. I am deprived of the feeling of hate while travelling. But while I did not hate it, it truly was the worst thing ever. It was cold, and frankly kinda old.

2. Sultan Ahmet Area: Very Underrated

I am just saying it is underrated based on the fact that it could never be not underrated. I do not know if I make sense. Anyways, it is a place that is close to literally everything, and you can easily tick off most of the major Istanbul attractions within one day by staying here! Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque, the Grand Bazaar, the Spice Bazaar, and the Egyptian Bazar are all within walking distance.

3. Maiden's Tower: Kinda Overrated

Do not take my word for this one. I did not even go there myself. There was a big line of people waiting, and the ticket was around 20 USD. I did some analysis, and figured that I will basically have the same view on top of there as I had on the very cheap cruise that took me around. So I guessed not worth the wait or the money. But it was absolutely beautiful from the distance, and I got a very good look of it.

4. Manti: Most Underrated Thing Ever

Honestly, honestly, the best food ever! This was really really good, the taste and everything. Manti is basically these dumplings, sometimes filled with ground beef, and usually has red sauce and yoghurt on it. Turkiye is the home for it. Definitely try it if ever there!

5. Cruises!! : Very Underrated

The whole time I was in Istanbul, I was just thinking of one thing. These people can and are taking a cruise to transport within the city very CASUALLY. How must that feel? Do they also realize how beautiful that is? Or is it just me because I am a tourist and so unused to this? These public cruises are so cheap, and very convenient, and honestly the sea is just beautiful. I do not need to tell you to try them out because you will have to if there anywayss.

6. Baklava: Can Never be Overrated

Do not take my word on this one either. I am very biased towards baklava. Baklava is my love language. It is something that I love very very much. But to be honest, Turkiye is its home, so they make it the best. You should definitely have some when there. It is worth it, believe me!!

7. Balat: Most Beautiful Place Ever

If you love color as much as I do, you are gonna love this place, and you are gonna rent a place, and you are gonna end up living here for the rest of your entire life. Ok, I am being slightly dramatic here. But seriously, this place is beautiful and a neighborhood of art.

8. Galata Tower: The Symbol of Istanbul Itself

This area is beautiful, and there are many shops around it that frankly have some very affordable beautiful clothes as well! And when you are around, do not forget to try out the Sebastian Cheesecake. I repeat DO NOT FORGET because I did :( But I will go back for it one day I swear.

[klapollo]

bay ridge/bensonhurst is one of the best parts of brooklyn bc it's probably one of the few places left still predominantly occupied by working class immigrant families so everyone looks normal and isnt just some cosmopolitan liberal family with two kids in designer clothes and a big dog. my mom used to work in a store that had a poultry place around the corner that'd kill chickens for you. the houses are made of bricks and most of them have two families in the same building. every neighborhood has a chinese bakery, an italian pork store and a shop that sells baklava and harissa, sometimes back to back. for miles the streets wind under overhead subway lines so there's a regular background drone of cars chugging along the tracks above you but when youre used to it it sounds like home. there's an area called dyker heights.

[that-cheer-up-anon]

Today was so much fun!

Today I did an escape room w my little sister, partner, and my partner's little sister, fed some ducks and turtles, and had dinner w my oldest big sister.

We've all (not including my big sister) been friends since high school and have wanted to do an escape room for a long time, and we finally did it! It was Area 51 themed w a heavy focus on aliens. Apparently we got the fifth fastest overall time and probably made it into the scoreboard, but we'll have to check next month to make sure.

We met up for some sushi and sashimi platter (my first time having straight sashimi like that) before doing the escape room, so we weren't hungry and didn't really know what else to do. We went window shopping and trying on sunglasses.

My lil sis suggested we buy some frozen peas and follow her to a lake to feed some ducks and turtles (and one particularly sassy goose).

The lake was quiet and nobody was around. There were so many turtles and ducks and one big goose. Feeding them was probably the highlight of a really good day.

Went home w my little sister. She helped me start a course to help me get my learners driver's license. I'm one third of the way through it! She went home after helping me and watching me finish that part of the course.

Picked up my big sister from the train station and went to an Istanbul restaurant. Got there at a great time bc it was basically empty but started getting busy after we sat down. Had kofte and a chicken gozleme. It was so good! Never had kofte before and it was so juicy, and the baba ganoush and jajik dips were amazing (first time having jajik). Afterwards we had some Turkish delight (like the legit stuff) and pistachio baklava. My first time having baklava and my world is changed. Also that was the best Turkish delight I've ever had and I understand why Edmund would betray his siblings over it.

I got my first birthday gifts today! My partner's lil sis gave a decorative wooden chopping board in the shape of a mushroom, and my big sister gave me a bunch of really good tubing mascaras.

So many firsts today and a new favourite dessert! I really needed this break and am so happy I took this week off even though my tailbone hurts the whole time.