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hanniebaeee · 3 months

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Wild Hearts

Lee Minho x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut MDNI, lots of kissing

Genre: smut, fluff

Summary: Minho takes you camping - you both love the outdoors, and it's something you bond over. What you don't know is that he has more in store for you than just camping.

You smiled in excitement as Minho parked the car and got your things. It was a beautiful summer day and the sky was a crisp blue, with the sun casting a warm golden glow on the scenery in front of you.

'Oh my God, Lino!! This is so beautiful!' You squeal in delight, making him smile.

Minho had been in charge of planning the whole camping trip, and he had chosen a secluded spot by a lake, surrounded by towering pine trees and pretty wildflowers, away from the city. The air felt so much fresher and the earthy scent of pine was so refreshing.

You carry some of your camping supplies as you follow your boyfriend to the campsite. Taking in the pristine surroundings with wide eager eyes, you completely smitten with Minho's choice. This makes Minho laugh affectionately.

'Why don't you take look around? I'll take care of this.' He said, setting everything down.

'Are you sure?' You asked, already reaching for your camera.

'Of course, baby.' He said, pulling you in for a kiss. 'Don't wander too far, ok?'

With a quick nod, you are on your way to explore your surroundings. You make sure to stay close, and find yourself looking back to where Minho stood, working on setting up the tent. Your heart swelled with love as you watched him.

He had been finding it very difficult to take time off to be with you. His busy schedules had him in a tight spot, not to mention splitting his free time among you and his family. It had been getting harder and harder until finally he snapped and demanded a whole week off. He spent the first few days with his family, and took that time to plan a nice camping holiday for the two of you.

Minho moved around with ease, setting up the tent and then pulling out the foldable chairs and a little foldable table where he set up some of his cooking things. You took a few pictures of him, smiling so much as you thanked the universe for giving you this precious man.

You dropped your idea of exploration and returned to Minho, who was now chopping up some veggies and bringing out some marinated chicken from a cooler. The sizzle of vegetables and chicken filled the air, making your mouth water.

Minho had discarded his jacket, and was now in his white tshirt and jeans, looking absolutely breath taking.

'What is it?' He asked, adding some herbs to the food. 'You're staring.'

'Can't I admire my pretty boyfriend?' You ask, cheeks colouring in embarrassment at being caught. 'What can I do if you look so good?'

Minho just shook his head with a little chuckle, holding his hand out to you. You rush to his side, arms going around his waist, head resting on his chest.

'Lunch is almost ready.' he said. 'Hope you're hungry.'

'I'm starving!' You said, placing a small kiss on his chest.

You help him set up the table, and he serves you the most delicious chicken and veggies you've ever eaten. You eat in a comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of the woods, enjoying the calm of nature.

Cleaning up was quick, and though the long drive and hearty meal had you drowsy, Minho wanted to take a walk. He held your hand as you walked along the lake. At one point, you let go of his hand and quickly take off your shoes. The water felt too cold for a swim, but you still dip your feet in, pulling him with you.

You moan in contentment as the cold water swallows your hot feet up and Minho gives you a teasing look.

'What? That felt good!' You said, splashing some water at him.

'I have an idea about something that'll feel even better.' He said, inching towards you slowly.

You giggle as he put his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. Tipping your head up, he kissed you. A soft, but deep one. You feel his tongue in your bottom lip and you open your mouth, moaning softly as his tongue slipped in. You felt the world around you fade away as you lost yourself in him.

Pulling back, your eyes locked with his and you say, 'I love you.'

'I love you too, baby.' He said, hugging you again. 'So much.'

You took a bite of the masterpiece he had created, and you laugh as the chocolate dripped down your lips and chin. You try to wipe them off and just get chocolate on your hands and fingers as well. Minho didn't miss the chance to attach his lips yours, lapping up all the stray chocolate. You had turned a deep shade of pink by then, your heart racing at the way he was looking at you. He brings your fingertips to his mouth, sucking at them, one by one.

The sunset was beautiful, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. You took some pictures as Minho made a small campfire. He sat near it, making s'mores for you. He hands you marshmallows to toast, only to narrow his eyes at you playfully for eating them. You took a hundred pictures of everything he did, as he pampered you to no end.

The night grew darker, and the stars emerged, twinkling like tiny diamonds in the sky. Everything looked so much more beautiful here, and you felt so grateful to be sharing this moment with Minho.

After putting your things away, Minho suggested getting ready for bed. As you cleaned up and brushed your teeth, he set up the tent with fluffy blankets and your sleeping bag. You are both a smiling blushing mess as you change into your night clothes within the tent.

It was so quiet except for the gentle sounds of the forest. It seemed to be lulling you to sleep. Minho pulled you close, kissing the top of your head.

'Thank you for this, Lino. Today was just perfect.' You mumble, and he hummed, placing a few more kisses on your forehead.

Inside a warm cocoon of your blankets, Minho laid you down, while his lips attached to yours. Kissing and nibbling down your neck, Minho quickly pulled your night shirt off. You make it faster by pulling your clothes out of the way and he worked on his clothes. His hands reached every curve and inch of your body (so did his mouth). Your breath quickened as his kisses grew desperate and sloppy. You gasp as you feel his warm mouth around your nipples, sucking and licking at them. He switched from soft to rough so quick, you were panting for air.

His hand disappeared between your legs and the sudden explosion of pleasure, as he reached all the sweet spots had you whining.

'Baby, please, I need you-' you whisper, grabbing his arm tightly.

'Yeah?' He asked, voice thick with desire. 'Where do you want me, hm?'

'Please, Minho!' you whimper, and you fall apart completely as he sucks on your nipple noisily.

Your entire body was vibrating with need and he had you teetering on the edge.

'Please-' you beg again, and he nodded quickly, getting in between your legs. Adjusting you according to his need, he pushed into you in one go.

You cried out in surprise, and he chuckled.

Your connection was electric, and you were literally melting into him. He moved gently at first, and then lost all control over the situation, slamming into you. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, each time he was in you and out of you.

You shudder and shake aa you reach your high, and he held you tightly through it, not stopping his movement. And you clenched around him, tipping him off to his own release. Minho groaned as he came, laying his head on your chest, and staying in you.

'Oh fuck.' Was all he could say. You put your arms around him, holding him as close to you as you could.

'I love you, baby. I can't wait to get married. I can't wait to start a family with you.' He murmured sleepily and if you thought any other moment from your trip was the most memorable, then you change your mind. Because this was everything.

'I love you too, baby.' You reply and your voice is a soft echo in your warm and cosy tent.

You both drift off to sleep, completely exhausted, but in the most blissful way. The next morning, when you wake up, you hear sounds outside the tent. Minho is not beside you, so you peek through the little window and find him getting breakfast ready. Dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, he looked so cute with his untidy hair and sleepy face.

You smile and plop down on the sleeping bag, stretching your arms and legs. You wince at your achy legs and decide to be a bit dramatic.

'Linooooo!' you call out, and you hear his footsteps approach the tent. Sticking his head in, he gives you a grin.

'Good morning, princess.' He cooed, sitting near the entrance.

'My legs hurt.' You say, pouting.

'Aww, do they?' He asked, lifting your leg and placing a trail of soft kisses from your ankle to your knee.

You shiver at that and pull your leg back, realizing that you were completely naked. Pulling the blanket around you, you try to hide how much his presence actually affected you. But Minho being Minho, was always one step ahead of you.

He gripped at your blanket tightly, pulling at them slightly and said, 'What are you hiding that I haven't already seen?'

'Minho!' You hiss, and gulp as he moves in, and hovers over you.

Pressing a soft kiss on your lips, he said, 'I've never been so in love, baby. You drive me insane.'

There was nothing you could say at that moment, so you put your arms around his neck, pulling him on top of you, and kissing him. He moaned, and before you know it, he was inside you (again) and the rest is history.

You two sit and sip on coffee, grinning at each other. Minho fried eggs and sausages for breakfast, and your tummy rumbled as you eyed the food greedily.

'Wow, how hungry are you?' Minho teased, as he toasted some bread.

'Well, you should know that you tire me out. I need my energy.' You snap at him and he laughs such a loud hearty laugh, it fills your heart.

There is a few seconds of silence before he speaks again.

'So I tire you out, in a good way I hope, but I also cook for you, take you on awesome holidays, take you camping, give you the best orgasms...does that make me husband material?' He asked, so casually, it has you choking on your coffee.

'Of course, I'd marry you right now if I could.' You said, trying to act unbothered by his question.

'That's good. So if I propose to you now, you would say yes?' Minho asked, as he plated some food for you.

You stare at him, your heartbeat picking up speed. When you're silent for a while, he looks up and says, 'Just, just aski-'

'Minho, my answer will always be a yes for you. No matter when or where.' You said, shaking your head at his silly questions.

Minho looks at you, a small smile spreading on his headsome face.

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.'

'In that case, you'll have to make do with this for now. 'Cos I am still planning a proper prosoal.' Minho said casually, pulling out a little velvet box from his pocket.

Your eyes are so wide, and your mouth falls open as he gets on his knees and presents you with the prettiest little ring you've ever seen. A simple platinum one, with a pretty heart shaped diamond in the center. It shimmered beautifully as the sunlight fell on it.

'I wanted to do this today, right here, because this is something we both love and enjoy. And, it's just the two of us, away from everything else.' Minho said, taking your hand in his. 'You make me so happy, baby. I don't know how I got so lucky.'

You're already crying. You knew that you two would definitely end up getting married, but this was totally unexpected. You should have known, considering how adamant he was about making this trip work and all the extra preparations that he had done.

'Y/N, you're everything I could ever ask for. You already make me the happiest man in the world, but I would be happier if you say yes right now. So, Y/N, will you marry my?' Minho asked, and seeing him on his knee, asking you to marry him, your heart soars.

'Yes yes yes!!' You cry, throwing your hands around his neck and hugging him.

Minho chuckled, and quickly slipped the ring on your finger and kissed it tenderly.

'Baby, I can't wait for you to be my wife. I just can't wait to wake up next to you everyday. Thank you for being mine. I love you so much.' He said, cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing your forehead.

'I don't need another proposal, Minho. I love this. This is so so sweet!' You said, as you two have your food.

'Uh, no.' said Minho, 'Like I said, you deserve the best. And I already have some ideas. Besides, boys will kill me if I don't plan one with them. They feel like this should be a group task for some reason. They love you, baby, and I think we should let them do this. Ok? It will be great. Just you wait.'

You nod and smile at how cute he and his boys were. And you left lucky to be accepted and loved by them all.

You and Minho are all smiles, and under the canopy of trees, whispering and dancing in the wind, you realize that you've found something as beautiful and endless as the nature you both admire.

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owlphibiaisthebest15 · 2 months

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Hi guys! I want to talk about a minor problem I have with Amphibia and how they could've been done better. I will not be talking about any of the big problems that people have already complained about, like Sasha and Marcy's lack of screentime, their character arcs, parents, nobody talking about Marcy after "True Colors", yada yada yada, because we don't need another post like that, and I want to keep this overdue rant as short as possible. This is based on my personal opinions along with a few others, but feel free to disagree with me if you want. But with further, let us begin...

Anne almost always gets way too easily forgiven for f*cking up.

Okay! This one may be a hot take because I have never seen another person complain about this. But this has been eating me away for MONTHS, and if no one else is going to say it, then I will. While this occasionally extends to some other characters depending on the episode. The one I want to talk about most is Anne. Now, at the start of the series, Anne was pretty much a jerk with a heart of gold. She was selfish, bratty, lazy, and irresponsible, but she did learn from the mistakes that she made and became a true hero by the end of the series. While some of these flaws and mistakes are not worth talking about, there are still others that are actually worse than what the show's narrative portrays them to be.

They may not be as bad as leading a toad army to invade the capital city, burying the only thing that could get Anne home, or sending your friends to another world on purpose. Anne has still made some pretty questionable decisions, even to the point where they often cross the line.

Here's a list of some of the worst things Anne Boonchuy has ever done from Season 1 and 2:

Breaking Hop Pop's favorite cane that also happens to be a keepsake of his father and grandfather all while making fun of him.

Manipulating Sprig into taking Bessie the family Snail on a Joyride without reading. Which is like someone taking a car out for a spin without a driver's permit.

Forcing Sprig to marry Maddie despite his obvious discomfort for Pizza Dough and later forces him to date Ivy while he's still engaged to Maddie.

Faking being sick to get out of farm duty, which led the Plantars getting sick themselves and even thought they were all going to die from red leg.

Slacking off while she was supposed to be protecting the frozen townsfolk, while aware of what happens to one of them while they're frozen. Which, of course, led to Polly almost getting eaten by a giant weasel.

Causes massive property damage with Polly while on the streets of Newtopia, and later breaks into Newtopia University in hopes of finding a rad college party. The second one was Polly's idea, but Anne had no problem going along with it.

A team effort along with her frog family. Sending a giant chicken to attack Wartwood. Which BTW can create tornadoes, breathe fire, and even turned their loved ones into stone, all because they forgot to buy everyone gifts. Sure, Anne was against the idea, but she still went along with it.

What do characters usually respond with when Anne admits her mess ups?! "It's okay! You're good! What you did was serious, but it doesn't matter that we almost died, as long as you learned your lesson."

Though Anne still at least got a lot better, as the worst things she's done in Season 3 were covering up some major plot points from her parents, robbing a museum to get a clue on how to find a way back to Amphibia, and tricking Blair the Balloonist into flying a hot air balloon. Though, the first one is still a little f*cked up, but she did have selfless reasons for doing these, and she came clean for 2/3 of these.

But still, 90% of this show is just a lighthearted slice of life cartoon, but when it shifts to its dark story driven and plot twisting side, this is where the narrative (and by some extent Anne herself) gets pretty hypocritical. It's pretty much when Anne messes up and lies to other characters. It's a simple error in judgment. But when other main characters such as Sasha, Marcy, and even Hop Pop do the same to her, first they gotta face hell for it, and then they get their redemption arc.

Yes! They did do some serious sh*t, and Anne had a right to be mad at them. But it seems that other characters are just not allowed to even stay mad at Anne when she does pretty similar sh*t. I mean, yes, she does try to make up for it, and yes, she admits what she's done most of the time, and eventually, she does become a better person from them. But so have Hop Pop, Sasha, and Marcy. But again, they didn't get the protagonists treatment. They got hurt and thrown around like ragdolls because of one or two big mistakes, and even that wasn't enough.

While Anne sometimes faces some consequences for her actions, like breaking Hop Pop's heirloom cane with HP giving her dish duty for a month (Cmon man! You should've given her way more than that!), gets banned from an arcade because she threatened to eat newt kids for cutting in line (which is not important), and most importantly, gets stranded in Amphibia after being peer pressured by her friends to shoplift it, all on her 13th birthday. Which I guess was enough for karma itself to feel so bad for her that she will hardly ever worry about facing any lasting consequences for her misdeeds ever again. While karma beats the cr*p out of others who would dare lie and betray our precious protagonists, even when they have sympathetic reasons for doing so.

Speaking of, this leads to me to clarify something that some fans have misinterpreted since the beginning of the series. The flashback scene in the second episode, "Best Fronds," was intended to show where Anne's distorted views on friendship and some of her toxic traits come from. Not to justify every single bad decision Anne has ever made, like what some fans think.

While I'm not gonna say that Anne was just as bad as Sasha before Amphibia, as it does show that Anne had her own personal flaws that she had to get through without depending on her friends. Who were more enabling her flaws than causing them.

However, while the show does try to show that Anne wasn't exactly much better in their friend dynamic than they were. For the reasons I mentioned earlier, it instead paints Anne as the least toxic one or not being toxic at all. With them only making a handful of moments that show that even after their betrayals, Anne still isn't much better than them. But the usual wacky slice of life narrative in her character development episodes downplays the severity of her actions, with Anne only just getting an emotional lesson after nearly getting everyone killed, and some of the said lessons being brought up in a few episodes to test her character or as examples to show others how much she has grown.

Now, I'm going to do some comparisons between Amphibia and The Owl House. While there are several things that Amphibia did better than TOH and about an equal amount of things TOH did better than Amphibia. One of those things that The Owl House did better than Amphibia was the writers treating each and every character fairly. The characters make mistakes and learn from them without the narrative downplaying the seriousness of their mistakes, and it isn't always "Okay! You're forgiven! What you did was serious, but it doesn't matter that we almost died. You learned your lesson, and that's what matters." While it doesn't give other characters the short end of the forgiveness stick for doing similar sh*t. With that, it also makes the character arcs a little bit better, in my opinion.

However, I'm not saying that Anne's character development was bad or that Matt Braly is treating Anne like how some see Alex Hirsch did with Mabel. The show did alright with changing a bratty teenager with flawed views of friendship into a true and selfless hero. All of what I described seems to what TV Tropes would call "Protagonist Centered Morality," and if I'm being honest, but because of that reason, I don't find Anne to be the most appealing character to me. I'm sorry! I know that a lot of you love her, and she's the second most popular character in the show; with the first being Marcy (my favorite), but I don't even dislike her either. I just feel that the narrative could've done better in treating the characters more fairly, like how TOH did with their characters. I really want to like Anne more than I do now, but for what I described, it makes it kinda hard for me to.

That's it for my opinions on this. This was longer than I thought, so if you read it this far or read it at all. You either think that I have a point and should do more of this or my analysis stinks, and I should never speak my dumb mind again. I'll probably see how this goes either way. If anybody else here still cares about this show.

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quirkyenby · 8 months

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So I was surprised that there hasn't been a Baldur's Gate Sims 4 Legacy Challenge made yet, so I made one. This only includes the BG3 companions and custom characters. You're welcome. Let me know if I forget a pack.

Required packs: Get to Work, Realm of Magic, Strangerville, Snowy Escape, High School Years, Cottage Living, Get Famous, Seasons, Get Together, Cats and Dogs, Discover University, Growing Together, Parenthood, Spa Day, City Living, Vampires, Werewolves (optional), Island Living (optional), and Romantic Garden Stuff (optional)

Generation 1: Laezel

Socially Awkward, Genius, Active

Start as an Alien; you are not allowed to disguise yourself

Complete the BodyBuilder aspiration

Reach max Fitness and Logic skill

Reach level 10 of the Military career, either branch

Become Woohoo Partners with a sim and achieve Best Friend status without any romance bar

Have at least one Science baby with your best friend (No Try for Baby or Adoption)

Generation 2: Wyll

Self-assured, Proper, Good

Complete the Social Butterfly childhood aspiration

Complete the Friend of the World aspiration

Complete the Diamond Agent career track

Reach max Charisma and Dance skills

Have a negative relationship with Lae'zel and leave the house as a Young Adult

Have one child with an Evil, Mean, or Jealous sim, who will be Karlach.

Achieve soulmate status with another sim and stay with them until you die.

Generation 3: Karlach

Goofball, Hot-headed, Self-assured

Complete the Rambunctious Scamp childhood aspiration

Join the Football Team and become Football Captain

Complete the Joke Star aspiration

You must reach the Comedian branch as a Young Adult, but quit for the Manual Laborer part-time job until your death

You must have at least one child with a friend or lover in your household

Die as an Adult having completed all requirements

Generation 4: Shadowheart

Gloomy, Noncommittal, Snob

Be raised by a sim that is not your surviving parent. You are not allowed to interact with your original parent until you become a Young Adult.

Complete Friend of the Animals aspiration

Max out the Pet Training and Mischief skills

Reach level 3 in the Criminal career, and then max out the Detective career

Own at least one barn and one chicken coop

Have at least one child

Optional: Have your child through the Wishing Well

Generation 5: Halsin

Love the Outdoors, Romantic, Animal Enthusiast

Become a Master Llamacorn Scout

Complete the Serial Romantic aspiration

Max out Gardening and Parenting OR Nectar-making skills

Reach level 10 in the Conservationist OR Gardener career

Have at least 5 children with all different sims, one of them a spellcaster (Gale)

Own at least two barns, one chicken coop, and one garden plot, including Shadowheart’s barn and coop

Optional: Become a Werewolf and master control of your wolf form. Woohoo in Wolf form at least once.

Generation 6: Gale

Ambitious, Bookworm, Good

Must be born a spellcaster

Complete the Creative Genius or Whiz Kid Childhood Aspiration

Join the Chess team as a Teen and become Chess Team Captain

Become an A Student in Grade School and High School

Max out Research and Debate and Cooking skills

Go to the Magic Realm as a teenager and train with a spellcaster. Have a romantic relationship and break up with that spellcaster as a Young Adult.

After the breakup, perform the Rite of Dissolution. (RP that this was forced.)

Complete a University degree

Max out the Professor career track and have at least one non-spellcaster child with a different sim

Optional: Become a Spellcaster again after completing your studies and reach Virtuoso rank before your death

Generation 7: Astarion

Paranoid, Kleptomaniac, Unflirty

Complete the Slumber Party Animal childhood aspiration

Join the Drama Club and become a Junior Artiste as a Teen

Join the Law career and reach level 5

Seduce 10 sims and lure them to Straud’s mansion, turning at least 5 of them into vampires. You can only control Straud to turn sims; otherwise, you must primarily control Astarion. You cannot have a job and can only leave the mansion to pursue victims as long as Straud lives.

Be turned into a vampire by Straud as a Young Adult and move into his household

Make at least 3 friends

Kill Straud in your lifetime and take over his mansion

Achieve soulmate status with a non-vampire

Max out Vampire Lore and Mischief skills

Have at least one child

Cure yourself of vampirism OR turn your soulmate into a vampire

This generation can overlap into Generations 8 + 9, but must be completed before Generation 10

Generation 8: Minthara

Self-absorbed, Evil, Ambitious

Can be a vampire or human, but must identify as a woman

Finish the Mind and Body Childhood Aspiration

Join the Cheer Captain activity as a teen

Max out Fitness and Charisma skills

Complete the Leader of the Pack aspiration

Only women can be members of your group

Reach level 10 of the Business career, either branch

Have at least 5 enemies

Have at least one child

Generation 9: Dark Urge

Erratic, High-Maintenance, Gloomy

Complete the Public Enemy aspiration, then the Friend of the World aspiration

Max out Mischief and Wellness skills

Make 5 enemies, then repair all the relationships to Friendship level

Reach level 10 of any career

Have at least 1 child

Generation 10: Tav the Bard

Cheerful, Good, Creative

Complete the Artistic Prodigy Childhood Aspiration

Complete a University degree

Complete the Bestselling Author Aspiration

Reach level 10 in the Acting career

Max out Guitar (Lute) and Singing skills

Write 9 novels that correspond with each previous generation

#gale of waterdeep #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #bg3 oc #astarion #shadowheart #halsin #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #legacy challenge #ts4 simblr #lae'zel #wyll ravengard #karlach demonsbane #minthara #lgbtq #dark urge #bg3 tav

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noonesgaylikegatson · 1 year

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A Definitive List of over 100 Films featuring Gay/Bi Men of Color

Macho Dancer (1988)

The Fruit Machine (1988)

Tongues Untied (1989)

Young Souls Rebel (1991)

Anthem (1993)

Farewell My Concubine (1993)

The Wedding Banquet (1993)

Shinjuku Triad Society (1995)

Happy Together (1997)

The River (1997)

Pusong Mamon (1998)

Hold you tight (1998)

Gohatto (1999)

Punks (2000)

Iron Ladies (2001)

Lan Yu (2001)

The Road to Love (2001)

Mango Souffle (2002)

Yossi and Jagger (2002)

Proteus (2003)

Brother to Brother (2004)

Formula 17 (2004)

Star Appeal (2004)

Chicken Tikka Masala (2005)

The King and the Clown (2005)

My Brother Nikhil (2005)

Boy culture (2006)

No Regret (2006)

RagTag (2006)

Blueprint (2007)

Soshite, Harukaze ni Sasayaite (2007)

Pleasure Factory (2007)

All of my life (2008)

Antique (2008)

City without Baseball (2008)

A Frozen Flower (2008)

Lovebirds (2008)

Noah’s Arc, Jumping the Broom (2008)

Boy (2009)

Do Paise Ki Dhoop, Chaar Aane Ki Baarish (2009)

Soundless Windchime (2009)

Bashment (2010)

Dunno Y Na Jaane Kyun… (2010)

Fit (2010)

KickfOff (2011)

Lost in Paradise (2011)

My Brother the Devil (2012)

Mixed Kebab (2012)

Morgan (2012)

One Night and Two Days (2012)

The Skinny (2012)

Speechless (2012)

Leave it on the Floor (2013)

La Partidoa (2013)

Peyote (2013)

Snails in the Rain (2013)

Hidden Away (2014)

Hot Guys with Guns (2014)

My Bromance (2014)

Night Flight (2014)

Praybeyt Benjamin (2014)

The Way He Looks (2014)

Yo Soy la Felicidad de esta Mundo (2014)

Aligarh (2015)

Beauty and the Bestie (2015)

Blackbird (2015)

The Blue Hour (2015)

Daddy (2015)

Eat with Me (2015)

Fire Song (2015)

How to Win at Checkers (Every-time) (2015)

Out in the Dark (2015)

Loev (2015)

Naz and Maalik (2015)

Thanatos, Drunk (2015)

Time Out (2015)

2 Cool 2 Be 4gotten (2016)

Dear Dad (2016)

Front Cover (2016)

LUV Don’t Live Here (2016)

Kapoor & Sons (2016)

Moonlight (2016)

The Pass (2016)

The Super Parental Guardians (2016)

Teenage Kicks (2016)

Alaska is a Drag (2017)

God’s Own Country (2017)

Method (2017)

My Son is Gay (2017)

Play the Devil (2017)

The Wound (2017)

I am Happiness on Earth (2018)

Noblemen (2018)

Dear Ex (2018)

I Miss You When I See You (2018)

Voyage (2018)

Kalel, 15 (2019)

The Panti Sisters (2019)

Socrates (2019)

Funny Boy (2020)

Your Name Engraved Herein (2020)

B-Boy Blues (2021)

Gameboys: The Movie (2021)

Barrio Boy (2022)

Bhaadai do (2022)

Cobalt Blue (2022)

Fire Island (2022)

Golden Delicious (2022)

Marry My Dead Body (2023)

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (2023)

#gmadi #hades #gay films #gay/bi films #gay movies #mlm movies #gay media #lgbt media

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swisccfinds · 9 months

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Custom Food Stalls to make you gameplay more realistic

Hey guys! I'm taking a break from my build project I currently have going on in the sims so I decided to take my break by posting on Tumblr :) This list will mainly consist of real life food stores.

With that said here are the most realistic food stalls for the sims 4

PS. Please remember to show love and your support to the creators, they are all credited under the screen grab of their custom content/mods

1 . Krispy Kreme Food Stall

mod by ArLi1211_ccsims4

Krispy Kreme? I could really go for some Krispy Kreme doughnuts right now. This amazing food stall mod allows your sim to buy Krispy Kreme products because why not introduce your sims to good ol' Krispy Kreme doughtnuts.

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New Coffee Stand with Krispy Kreme Aesthetic. Buy coffee and cakes for your sims! Available in the outdoor section as always. Cost: 1800$ Note : You need the University Add-On to use it. This item is a recolor of the Britechester edition of the Coffee Stand. Tell me in comments if you have some ideas/brands you like and you want in your game I will check it . The link is below. Thanks for the visit and have a great day :)

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2 . Wingstop Custom Stall

mod by Insimna

I've NEVER had Wingstop. I live in a small town where they just keep removing the food places and replacing them with connivence store, I kid you not we have about 20 in my area. Insimna made this amazing Wingstop food stall with custom food aswell. I really like Insimna for looking for overrides or food stalls for example.

Creator's notes~

*City Living Expansion Pack is REQUIRED for the stall* **Dine Out and Discover University are Optional** ***This amazing lot was built by SimmerFree (The lot in the pictures is slightly modified to include the custom stall)*** Menu: Wing Flavors Combo: Atomic Cajun Garlic Parmesan Hawaiian Hickory Smoked BBQ Hot Honey Rub Lemon Pepper Louisiana Rub Mango Habanero Original Hot Plain Spicy Korean Q Sides & Drink Seasoned Fries Cheese Fries Louisiana Voodoo Fries Buffalo Ranch Fries Soda Compatible with Insimnia Eats 2.0 and Grannies/Zero's compatible version. You must download the updated version to see these items on there!

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3 . Chick-fil-A

mod by Insimna

Speaking of food stores I've never gotten to experience.. This Chick-fill-A food stall is so amazing and yes it sells Chick-fill-A products! But that download link is separate but for this sake I'll link both of them.

Creator's notes ~

Menu: Entrees Chick-fil-A® Chicken Sandwich Chick-fil-A® Deluxe Sandwich Spicy Chicken Sandwich Spicy Deluxe Sandwich Grilled Chicken Sandwich Chick-fil-A® Grilled Chicken Club Sandwich Chick-fil-A® Nuggets Grilled Nuggets Drinks Soda Lemonade Iced Tea Features: Children can order! Compatible with Dine Out. Compatible with the Lactose Intolerant trait from Cottage Living. Compatible with Insimnia Eats. You must download the updated version to see these items on there!

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4 . Subway Custom Stall

mod by Insimna

Another realistic custom stall is this subway food stall! Also made by Insimna! (she makes a lot of custom food stalls). This will be going into my next build :)

creator's notes~

*City Living Expansion Pack is REQUIRED for the stall* **Dine Out and Discover University are Optional** ***This awesome Subway build is by the super talented Gawdly Sims *** Menu: Classic Sandwiches Black Forest Ham Meatball Marinara Buffalo Chicken Chicken & Bacon Ranch Oven Roasted Turkey Italian B.M.T. Pizza Sub Roast Beef Rotisserie-Style Chicken Steak & Cheese Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki Tuna Spicy Italian No Bready Bowls & Soda Buffalo Chicken Cold Cut Combo Chicken & Bacon Ranch Steak & Cheese Oven Roasted Turkey & Ham Rotisserie-Style Chicken Soda Wraps Roast Beef Veggie Delite B.L.T. Tuna Spicy Italian Oven Roasted Turkey Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki Compatible with Insimnia Eats 2.0 and Grannies/Zero's compatible version. You must download the updated version to see these items on there! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO DELETE THE PREVIOUS VERSION WHEN DOWNLOADING THE LATEST ONE. HOW TO INSTALL: You will be installing 2 files 1. Download the CustomStall package file 2. For the Recipes, there are 2 versions. Choose ONLY 1. Choose Recipes_FAST if you want your Sims to finish their food quicker. (takes 6 "bites" to finish) Choose Recipes_SLOW package file if you want your Sims to take their time eating. (takes 12 "bites" to finish) 3. Simply drag and drop both PACKAGE File

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5. Burger King Stall

mod by Insimna

Burger king in the sims? I think YES! I loveeee burger kings burgers, to me they taste so good, and now my sims can enjoy some Burger King food thanks to this mod and CC

Creator's notes~

*City Living Expansion Pack is REQUIRED for the stall* **Dine Out and Discover University are Optional** If you don't have any of the packs listed above, you can only get the food through Insimnia Eats delivery. Menu: Bacon Double Cheeseburger Bacon King Bacon Melt Classic Melt Double Cheeseburger Impossible Whopper (Vegetarian!) Quarter Pound King Rodeo Burger Whopper Whopper Jr. Soda Compatible with Insimnia Eats 2.0 and Grannies/Zero's compatible version. You must download the updated version to see these items on there! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO DELETE THE PREVIOUS VERSION WHEN DOWNLOADING THE LATEST ONE.

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6. Panda Express

mod by Insimna

Here is another real life restaurant that I've never had! Like I said I live in a small town. I'm sure they have this in Albany but that's still an hour away from me. But that doesn't mean my sims won't be able to try it! I cannot wait to place all these in my build!

creator's notes~

*City Living Expansion Pack is REQUIRED* **Dine Out and Discover University are Optional** Super awesome, realistic Panda Express build I highly recommend: Bean's Builds Menu Meals (comes with 2 sides of either Chow Mein & Fried Rice or Chow Mein & White Rice): The Original Orange Chicken Broccoli Beef SweetFire Chicken Breast Grilled Teriyaki Chicken Mushroom Chicken Beijing Beef Black Pepper Angus Steak Honey Walnut Shrimp Black Pepper Chicken Kung Pao Chicken Super Greens (vegetarian) Drink & Appetizers: Chicken Egg Roll Veggie Spring Roll (vegetarian) Soda Family Meals: Mushroom Chicken & Beijing Beef Black Pepper Chicken & Honey Walnut Shrimp Broccoli Beef & Grilled Teriyaki Chicken The Original Orange Chicken & Black Pepper Angus Steak Note: If you order a Family Meal from the custom stall, it will be in your Sim's inventory! Compatible with Insimnia Eats. You must download the updated version to see these items on there!

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7. Burger King Food Stall

mod by Insimna

Well we have Burger King on this list we must add McDonalds on here as well!

Creator's note~

Your Sims will definitely be lovin' it :) In honor of this mod, I'm actually gonna have McDonald's tonight lol *City Living Expansion Pack is REQUIRED* **Dine Out is Optional** ***Please take a look at this post if you want Sims to order autonomously*** Menu: Burgers & Fries Big Mac Quarter Pounder with Cheese Deluxe Quarter Pounder with Cheese Bacon Double Cheeseburger World Famous Fries Breakfast Egg McMuffin Sausage McMuffin with Egg Sausage, Egg & Cheese McGriddles Bacon, Egg & Cheese McGriddles Beverages Coca-Cola Sprite Strawberry Banana Smoothie Mango Pineapple Smoothie How it Works: Go into Build/Buy mode and search for the Insimnia McDonald's Custom Stall. Place it on the lot. Click on the stall and click "Hire Vendor" Once the vendor is in the stall, click to bring up the menu Features: Children can order! Compatible with Dine Out Compatible with the Lactose Intolerant trait from Cottage Living (so basically everything since there's cheese (except the fries) and the smoothies lol)

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I hope you guys like this thread for custom stalls! Thank you if you have read all the way to the end, I love you guys ❤︎

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try-set-me-on-fire · 1 year

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maybe fall in love

rating: G | words: 1,802

Morale is flagging here at the ass end of a 24 hour shift where they'd been bounced all around the city for a never ending stream of calls. The first week of summer is always like this, every kid in the district flooding out of the confines of the classroom and stretching their wings in the form of minor traffic accidents and what Eddie's heard Athena refer to as "stupidity induced injury." It's not just the kids either, the frantic energy spreading to even the oldest citizens. They'd had to confiscate illegal fireworks from a retirement home some uncountable amount of hours ago, Bobby doing his best stern dad lecture at a man 30 years his senior. Nothing's been too drastic, no death or mass destruction, but it's three AM and they're at their fourth block party fight mop up in a row and even Hen and Chim are snapping at each other and Eddie can actually see Bobby thinking through damage control.

"Buckley, Diaz."

Buck and Eddie are loading gear back into the truck, still sweating in the dead of night because the June gloom settled thick over the city has just trapped the heat in, turning the air into an oppressive muggy sludge. Eddie doesn't have the energy to respond, just turns generally in Bobby's direction. Buck, behind him, leans against the engine.

Bobby sighs, fishing around in his pockets to pull cash from his wallet and press it into Eddie's hands. He nods over at a couple of food trucks down the street that still, somehow, have lines. "Get food. Anything."

So Buck and Eddie shuffle down the road, more distance between them than usual, the normally comforting brush of shoulders suddenly an unpleasantly sticky concept. The options are bougie cheeseburgers with lobster or kimchi or peanut butter and jelly piled on them, or a fried chicken truck with an obnoxiously flashing neon sign on the roof. Buck raises an eyebrow in a question and Eddie shrugs, and they get in line for chicken.

Buck stands with his hands in his pockets and Eddie feels his palms sweat just looking at him. He's holding his arms slightly away from his torso, begging from the universe a breeze, trying to escape his own body heat. The neon flashes red and that makes Eddie feel hot too, the burning color of fire washing over Buck's features, swallowing his birthmark whole. It makes his face look strange, young and unfamiliar, and Eddie doesn't realize how intently he's studying him until Buck makes surprised eye contact. He raises an eyebrow, Eddie shakes his head with dead-exhausted eyes, Buck nods and stares back out at the street.

"How're Peppa's dates going?"

Eddie barely resists groaning at the question. Bad, is how they're going, and Buck knows that because Eddie calls him after each one to complain about it. He hasn't hit it off with a single one of the women his tia keeps plucking out of her mysterious bottomless pit of single young hopefuls, because he doesn't like their job or their interests or their laugh or the way their hand feels on his arm. Manicured nails, soft skin. Buck's head tilts lazily to the side, a little grin pulling up one side of his mouth, and the sound of the neon feels like it's buzzing around the inside of Eddie's skull.

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#buddie #buddie fic #911 fox #911 fic #Eddie Diaz #evan buckley #sat down to work on the eddie.... not accidentally proposes #he knows what hes doing #ambiguously proposes? proposal up to interpretation?#anyway #sat down to work on that fic and wrote this instead #whoops #its inspired by the song this url is from #buddie song to me....

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choicesmc · 7 months

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Must know 1 and 6 for Fiona (detailed hc ask)

oh! thank you for the asks! referencing [this] ask game

1: What does their bedroom look like?

I liked this one! despite all the time i've been rotating Fiona in my mind, I've never really thought about what his bedroom looks like! It was fun ^^

Fiona’s bedroom is pretty intimate. It’s a lot larger than he can fill but the things in there are pretty significant to him. It’s the heart of his house –no one, not even lovers, are allowed in without express permission.

Upon entering the room, the main attraction is the four-poster bed in the middle of the room. Beautifully dark green curtains hang off the canopy and serve as black-out curtains. (He doesn’t actually sleep in it that often. A lot of times he ends up asleep on the couch! But when he can… he sleeps in style –matching pajamas and everything!)

To the left, a large vanity table with a mirror holds all the creams, powders, and lipsticks that Fiona could want. Most are neatly displayed and only the ones he regularly uses are on the countertop for easy access.

To the right, he has a study table. A couple of physics and calculus textbooks (mixed with the odd law study guide here and there) litter the top of it. Most of them are holdovers from when he was a physics professor at a city university. (He adores that period of his life more than he’d let on. In the bottom right drawer are letters from former students, some thanking him, some drawings of him, and some pretty holiday cards addressed to him.)

Like I said, it’s a large room. There isn’t much in it, but Fiona prefers it that way. Better to leave room from other stuff he’ll need than overcrowd it with meaningless ornaments now.

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu?

time for me to dump all my foods in here too because Nigerian food rocks and I cannot be convinced otherwise <3

Fiona’s a very ethnic eater. A majority of food is Igbo/Nigerian food though he’s amenable to other cuisines. In addition, he doesn’t eat the same food twice in a week, skipping breakfast is fine (and maybe even lunch) but missing dinner is a crime, and coffee’s a no-go. Doesn’t like the taste. Doesn’t like the effects. Doesn’t like much of anything about it.

He only drinks it socially and even then it’ll be decaf.

Back to the daily menu, though! Coffee’s got me on a whole different tangent xD

When he has breakfast, it’s something light: eggs and bread, pancakes, chicken nuggets, etc. Things that can be whipped up pretty quickly. He likes drinking hot chocolate in the morning, no matter the season –a holdover from childhood– though these days he’s more likely to start the day with cold milk rather than hot chocolate.

For lunch, it’s more of a wild toss. When he decides on lunch, it can be yam and stew, lasagna, rice (coconut, jollof, or fried), or a handful of ethnic dishes he can make. Sometimes, the team goes out to eat and Fiona isn’t one to deny team-building opportunities.

Dinner, however, is a requirement. His very favorite dish after a long day at work is: eba/pounded yam and soup. He likes to order it from Igbo restaurants but, on good days, he’ll make it himself. Alternatives for the rest of the week include: abacha, pepper soup, beans + plantain, and okpa.

#laws of attraction #oc/mc #asks answered #fiona lightwood

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viceofdionysus · 2 years

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Cooking up Love - Alfred x Chef!Reader

Contains - Employee/boss relationship, brief description of a minor injury, mutual pining, food descriptions.

Rating - E Word Count - 4.9k

It had felt like a sign from the universe, seeing the job posting for Head Chef at the newly renovated Wayne Manor. You’d already been thinking about leaving your job at the restaurant, your resignation letter already mostly typed out. Figuring nothing would come from it, but not having anything to lose, you’d submitted your application. And then you’d received a call to come interview at Wayne Manor. The British man had been cool and professional, though his voice was pleasant.

It was a rainy morning as you gathered your Chef’s kit and drove out of the city. You paused at the gate to identify yourself and then pressed on. At the end of the winding drive, you parked where a young attendant indicated. He opened your door and you stepped out, taking in the Manor. It was still mostly bare bones, but you could see its potential. The young man escorted you to the door.

“Have a good interview, miss.”

You smiled at him as the front door opened. The most handsome man you’d ever seen was on the other side. Strongly blue eyes regarded you from a softly bearded face.

“Mr. Pennyworth?” You’d asked and then introduced yourself. Focusing on a sense of calm, you smiled, “I’m here to be your Head Chef.”

He’d led you to a formal dining room where a full tea service was set up. After answering some questions, he’d closed his notebook and looked at you.

“How about a practical demonstration?”

He’d led you down the hallway to the kitchen, explaining the recent renovations to the kitchen. Alfred had taken a seat at the kitchen table, letting you look over the available ingredients and cookware before you started. There hadn’t been much, but what was there was high quality. You had nodded to yourself as you’d considered what to make. Lemon chicken, you’d decided, with a side of pasta and asparagus. You gathered what you needed and set to work.

You had trimmed and butterflied and seasoned the chicken before settling it in the hot pan. While it sizzled pleasantly, you measured ingredients for the pasta sauce and set them up like soldiers next to the stove. When the water for the pasta boiled, you settled the long noodles in the pot. Then you flipped the chicken over and started to prep the asparagus.

You’d forgotten to be nervous as the flow came over you. You didn’t have to think about it as you let your hands work. You moved through the kitchen with graceful efficiency, always confident of your next move. You’d smiled as you poured and stirred and seasoned. When the sauce was finished, you added the cooked noodles, tossing the pan gently to coat them. Then you’d plated. Pasta, chicken, asparagus, fresh herbs and a slice of lemon for garnish. Alfred looked at the dish and cut a small bite. He chewed thoughtfully, his face betraying nothing. He looked up at you and nodded.

“You’re hired.”

~~~~~

A few weeks had passed since then and you felt like you were settling into the role nicely. The radio plays softly as you finish wiping down the kitchen counters. Breakfast had been served and the leftovers either put away or packaged for donation. Now your mind turns to the rest of the day’s tasks. As you gather the ingredients for bread, your mind wanders. It summons images of the man you can’t stop thinking about. You sigh softly, but don't turn your attention elsewhere.

As you measure and mix, you think about his hands. Strong and just slightly calloused, you can’t help but imagine what they would feel like against your body. As you knead the dough, you think about his shoulders. They always fill out his suit jackets and dress shirts perfectly. You wonder what it would be like to grip them. As you place the dough back in the bowl for its first rise, you think about his forearms. You haven’t gotten to see them much, but the few times you had, it left you feel flushed.

A small sound at the doorway as you’re cleaning up has you glancing over. And there he is.

“Mr. Pennyworth.” You acknowledge, trying to force your line of thought to something else.

“Good morning.” He answers with a soft smile.

“Is there something I can do for you, sir?”

“I wanted to see how you’re getting on.”

“Very well, Mr. Pennyworth.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that. Is there anything you need?”

A sudden flash of being bent over kitchen island, Alfred pressed firmly behind you, crosses your mind. “No!” You manage to squeak out, “I think I’m fine right now.”

“Very good,” He inspects the kitchen briefly and nods in satisfaction. “It appears you have everything in order. Please let me know if you have any needs I can take care of.”

The image comes back, leaving you speechless. Alfred doesn’t seem to notice, just giving you a small nod on his way out. Once he’s gone, you lean heavily against the island.

“Oh. I’m in trouble.”

~~~~

Alfred tries very hard to keep his thoughts about you appropriate, but in the month you’ve been working at the manor, he’s let himself indulge a few times. He stops in the kitchen doorway and watches as you roll out dough. Your movements are sure and precise. His brow wrinkles as he watches, trying to figure out what you’re making. Once the dough is rolled out how you want it, you turn quickly, and he thinks of dancers. When you pull the slab of butter out of the fridge, he finally breaks his silence.

“What are you making?”

You glance up and there’s that smile he can’t stop thinking about.

“Croissants. I heard how much Master Wayne enjoys them.”

He motions to one of the chairs at the kitchen island and you nod. He sits, watching as you center the butter and fold over the dough. Roll the dough out, fold the dough over.

“Why do you fold it over like that?” He asks after you put the dough in the fridge.

“That’s what creates all the layers in the croissants.” You answer, “And as the butter melts, the steam will lift the layers apart.”

“I never realized how much work goes into croissants.”

“But they’re so worth it.” You sigh, thinking of the soft, flaky pastry. You shake your head and smile, “Sorry, pastries are a weakness. Can I get you some tea?”

“That would be lovely.”

His phone signals as you turn away. He pulls it out to see a meeting request from Lucius Fox and opens his calendar. One thing leads to another and when he finally manages to put his phone away, there’s a cup of tea and a small plate of cookies waiting for him. He smiles softly and picks the tea up. He sips and finds it perfectly made. You smile at his quietly pleased noise.

“Can I help you with something?” He asks after watching you for a few minutes.

“No!” You turn sharply, “Sorry, but no. You may take care of the rest of the house, but this is my area to take care of things. You don’t have to do anything here.”

His brow furrows as he tries to process how he feels about that. Finally he smiles softly. It’s been a long time since anyone has taken anything off his plate. It’s odd to sit as someone else works, but he tries to let himself relax.

When he finishes the tea and cookies, you whisk the cup and plate away. Slowly he gets to his feet, feeling nearly peaceful.

“Thank you.” He hesitates, “For the break. I don’t take nearly as many as I should.”

You smile, “You’re always welcome to take one here.”

~~~~

It becomes something of a ritual after that. The first several days he arrives at different times, as if trying to determine the best time to arrive.

“Two.” You say on the fourth afternoon, setting the tea cup at his elbow. “That’s usually when the kitchen is at its least hectic.”

After that, he arrives promptly at 2 pm and takes his usual seat at the island. You get good enough at the timing that you can set his tea down as soon as he’s settled. Some days he sits quietly, eyes closed and breathing slowly. Some days he brings the paper or a book with him and he reads until his tea is gone. Somedays, when you’re not prepping or moving around the kitchen, he talks to you. Mostly it’s about your life, but every now and then you can get him to open up.

One rainy afternoon, he arrives with a slim green book in his hands and you pause in cutting butter into flour. He sees you looking and raises an eyebrow.

“It’s an old favorite.” He says.

“Pride and Prejudice is one of my favorites too.” You say and he smiles.

He’d been planning on reading, on letting the familiar dramas of Hertfordshire distract him for a little while. Instead he sits the book on the chair next to him and leans forward to talk to you about it.

“I think a lot of people want to find their very own Mr. Darcy.” You say as you gently roll out the biscuit dough. “Who wouldn’t want someone to challenge you and to grow with you? To recognise their faults and to try to grow beyond them? Don’t you think?”

Alfred considers the question, “Yes, I do believe you’re right. What makes Darcy and Elizabeth a good match is something that I think a lot of us search for.”

The conversation winds on, eventually shifting to other Austen novels and then to other books. You share some of your favorites and he shares some of his.

“All of them can be found in our library here.” He says.

“Well, I know what I’m doing on my next afternoon off.”

It’s warm and cozy in the kitchen, with the sound of the rain on the windows. And all too soon, it’s time for him to leave.

“Tomorrow.” He says.

“Tomorrow.” You answer, smiling.

~~~~

Alfred pauses when he steps into the library. He hadn’t expected to see you, but there you are, stretched out on one of the couches, a book on your chest. The sunlight dances softly over your face. He’s been to art museums around the world, but he’s never seen anything as beautiful as you, he thinks.

Walking quietly, he crosses to the couch and pulls the blanket off the back. Gently he lifts the book off your chest and then drapes the blanket over you. You make a soft sound and he pauses. When he shifts to set the book on the coffee table, the title catches his eye and he smiles. He’d recommended this one to you, but he hadn’t been sure you would actually read it. He lays it on the coffee table, a warm feeling curling in his chest. Then he collects the coffee mug and empty plate. When he turns back to you, you’re looking around sleepily.

“Alfred?”

“Go back to sleep dearest.” He says softly, “Enjoy your nap.”

You yawn and before you can nod, you’re slipping into sleep again.

Alfred allows himself just a moment to look at you before turning and quietly leaving the library. He walks down the hall to the kitchen, trying to reign his thoughts in. But you keep slipping into his thoughts with your bright smile. He steps into the kitchen and thinks about you standing at the stove, with your crisp chef’s jacket, something sizzling in the pan. He’d never thought a chef’s jacket could be so enticing, and yet whenever you wear it, it’s all he can do to think straight. He’s been indulging in a lot of thoughts like that in the months you’d been at the Manor, but he can’t seem to stop himself when it comes to you. He briefly considers not coming to see you the next afternoon, but he already knows that he won’t do that. He cherishes the afternoons spent with you too much.

He turns his head at the sound behind him and finds Bruce in the doorway.

“Master Bruce.”

“I was just heading out. To that charity thing.” Alfred can tell that Bruce is fighting the urge to curl into himself.

“Very good, Master Bruce. Do try to enjoy yourself.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Bruce goes quiet, but doesn’t leave. He looks like he’s trying to work out a problem. Alfred waits him out, knowing whatever it is, Bruce will spill it eventually.

“Alfred?”

“Yes, Master Bruce?”

“You should tell her.”

Alfred nearly drops the coffee mug. By the time recovers it and turns back to the doorway, Bruce is gone.

“Cheeky.” Alfred mutters. “No idea who taught him to be that cheeky.”

~~~~

A screaming alarm has you bolting up in bed a few nights later. You stumble out of bed, trying to pull a robe over your night shirt. You rush into the kitchen, trying to find the source of the alarm. Bruce turns to look at you, an abashed expression on his face. Something in the microwave is on fire.

“What?” You ask, your brain still trying to catch up with the situation.

“Sorry.” Bruce answers. “I just wanted some popcorn.”

“It’s fine.”

Alfred rushes in then, quickly evaluating the situation. “Master Bruce, did you set the popcorn on fire again?”

Bruce looks momentarily sheepish. “No.”

Alfred just shakes his head and moves past Bruce.

“I can do that.”

“Nonsense dearest.” He replies, “I’ll deal with this.”

Warmth curls through you at the endearment. Alfred presses a button and a fan starts. Quickly all the air is sucked out of the microwave and the fire stutters out.

“Handy.” You say and Alfred turns to smile at you. “I didn’t know it would do that.”

“This isn’t the first time we’ve had an incident like this. Master Bruce has a habit of taking naps while trying to cook, so we installed some precautions.”

“Alfred.” Bruce sighs.

“She lives here, Master Bruce, she was going to find out you’re not as put together as you appear eventually.”

You smother a laugh at the distressed look on Bruce’s face. Alfred opens the microwave and removes the burned lump. He tosses it in the sink and you move to turn on the water. His hand brushes against yours as you reach for the faucet and you have to stifle a soft gasp. You glance up and meet his gaze and feel yourself blush. He’s watching you closely, something soft in his expression.

“I can make some popcorn. On the stovetop.” He smiles, soft and warm.

“That sounds wonderful. I’ll keep Master Bruce away,” He considers, “Far away.”

Minutes later, you have a pot on the stove, oil heating. You hum as you measure out the kernels.

“That’s a pretty song.” Alfred says.

You smile brightly, “It's an old favorite. Did you get Master Bruce settled?”

“He’s in the library. He’s found an obscure journal on South American arachnids.”

“That’s…unique?” You hedge.

Alfred laughs, low and warm, “Master Bruce has unique tastes. He likes to collect knowledge."

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You pour the kernels in the hot oil.

As the kernels start popping, Alfred pulls a bottle of wine out of the small fridge. He motions at you and raises an eyebrow. You nod and take glasses out of a cupboard.

“Just two,” Alfred says when you reach for a third glass, “Let’s keep this between us for now.”

Alfred settles on one of the island chairs before popping the cork out. He takes the glasses from you, his fingers brushing the back of your hand, trailing sparks of heat. He fills one glass and hands it back to you.

“So, how are you enjoying your first middle of the night Wayne emergency?” He asks as you lean next to the stove.

You laugh, “It’s not so bad. Do they happen often?”

"Not as often anymore. It depends on how much he's overextending himself."

There's something a little sad in his tone. Without thinking about it, you reach over and grasp his hand. "You're doing great. Both of you."

He looks at your hand and then looks at you. There's something in his eyes, something that makes the heat start to rise. You can't seem to look away, not that you want to. He moves his hand out of your grip and trails his fingers softly over your palm. His touch is whisper soft as he moves up your forearm, circling his way higher and higher. He stops at your elbow and traces the sensitive area gently. You gasp softly, trying not to squirm. A particularly loud pop has you jerking backwards.

"I," Words are very difficult things, "I should get that. Wouldn't want to burn two batches of popcorn tonight."

The popped kernels go into a bowl while the pot is returned to the stove top. You add butter to the pot, gently swirling it, a soft sizzle filling the air. It melts quickly and is added to the bowl. You salt the popcorn and then turn to present it to Alfred with a flourish. He's smiling at you and you smile back at him.

He takes the bowl from you, letting his fingers trail over your hands as he does. Then he's out of the room and it suddenly feels like you can breathe again.

You sit at the island and sip your wine, willing your heart to settle.

Alfred returns only a few minutes later, popcorn bowl still in hand. You start to stand, a question forming on your lips, but Alfred shakes his head.

“Master Bruce has fallen asleep. So it seems this popcorn is for us.” He hesitates, “If you want to share it with me.”

“Hmm? Go back to sleep or have excellent wine and popcorn? Tough choice.” You’re laughing when you sit again.

You don’t notice your sleep shirt sliding up your thighs, but Alfred certainly does. He doesn’t want to look away, but he forces himself to. He returns his gaze to your face and your bright smile and feels warmth and happiness settle in his chest.

And so the two of you sit at the kitchen island, eating popcorn and drinking wine. You talk and laugh and by the time the popcorn is gone and the glasses are empty, you’re smiling at each other. Alfred helps you wash the dishes, standing shoulder to shoulder with you at the sink.

“Master Bruce must have been about eight. I came downstairs one morning and found the kitchen in absolute disarray. I think he’d used every dish that he could find. The bacon was so burnt that it crumbled if you breathed at it and there were eggs on the ceiling. And there was Master Bruce standing in the middle of it all, covered head to toe in batter and flour and who knows what else, the most distressed look on his face. I barely managed not to laugh and asked him what he was doing. He told me that he wanted to give the cook a break and make breakfast for everyone. So I helped him clean it all up, and we managed to make breakfast in time.”

“That was sweet of him.” You answer, imagining an eight year old Bruce, “He just wanted to take care of everyone.”

“Still does. To his own detriment sometimes.”

“And that’s what you’re here for.” You say, “Taking care of him even when he doesn’t realize you’re doing it.”

Alfred is silent for a long moment and you start to worry that you’ve overstepped.

“I do what I can,” He says finally, “But sometimes I worry that it’s not enough.”

You hand him the last dish to dry and turn to rest your hip against the edge of the counter. “Even if it doesn’t always feel like it’s enough, I promise you that it is.”

Alfred smiles at you, a soft, small thing, and you feel the way your heart skips.

“Well, miss, it seems it’s time to get you back to bed.”

You sigh softly, “I suppose you’re right. If I’m up much later, I may turn into a pumpkin.”

He laughs, “I should hope not. I’m sure you’d make a very nice gourd, but it wouldn’t be the same without you here.”

“Mr. Pennyworth,” You say, trying not to blush.

“Alfred. I think after tonight you can call me Alfred.”

You pause and then smile brightly, “Alfred.”

He never realized how good his name could sound. He watches as you bite your lip, but you can’t hide your smile. There’s a blush just darkening the edges of your cheeks and he wants to brush his thumbs over them, but he can’t make himself raise his hands. He wants to touch you, but doesn’t trust himself to touch something so precious. So instead he shifts back.

“Allow me to escort you to your room.” He says, “It’s the least I can do.”

It’s a short walk from the kitchen to your bedroom, but tonight it feels like miles. Your heart is pounding, your thoughts circling over the events of the night. There’d been a moment there where you’d been so sure that he was going to make a move. You were starting to think that between the late hour and the wine, you’d imagined it. But you couldn’t help wondering what it would have been like if he had made a move. Strong hands on your waist, the soft scrap of his beard, his lips firm, but gentle. You held back a sigh, knowing it would be a while before you fell back asleep.

“Well, this is me.” You stopped outside your door and looked at him. “Thank you for walking me back.”

“My pleasure.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Or later today, I guess.”

You turn to open the door, but overbalance. Alfred reacts before you can go too far and helps steady you.

“Thank you.” You look up and realize that this is the closest you’ve ever been. His hands grip your waist, holding you close.

You can feel the heat of him against you. His face is so close to yours, it wouldn’t take more than the slightest shift to be able to press your lips against his. But then he’s shifting away. You want to chase after him, but you force yourself to stay put.

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.” He says and steps away.

“Yeah, of course.”

You lose the fight with yourself and turn to watch as he walks away. You’d been so sure about the signs.

~~~~

The next day the kitchen is quiet, but you struggle to focus. You’re chopping vegetables for dinner when suddenly the cutting board goes one way and the knife goes a different way. There’s a delay before the pain blooms across the back of your hand. You don’t get a chance to react before there’s strong hands wrapping a clean towel around your hand. You look up and Alfred’s looking back, worry written boldly in his blue eyes.

“It’s okay dearest.” He says, “You’re okay.” He wraps his hand around yours to keep the pressure on the wound.

When he’s sure the bleeding has stopped he leads you to the sink and with well practiced movements he unwraps and cleans your hand. He keeps your hand elevated and guides you to the table. As you sit, he retrieves the first aid kit under the sink.

“I’ll be honest, dearest, I didn’t think you would be the first person this would get used on.” He’s trying for levity, but you can hear the tense edge to his words.

“I’m okay.” You say, trying to reassure him, “It’s just a cut.”

“Well, let’s take a look to be sure.”

Carefully he lays your hand on the table and looks it over. He retrieves a small spray bottle from the first aid kit.

“This may hurt.” He says before spraying the back of your hand.

There’s a soft stinging as the antibiotic works, but it’s not too bad. Alfred raises your hand and gently blows across the cut and suddenly you're thinking about a completely different scenario. You’re pulled back to reality when he bandages the cut, wrapping your hand firmly, but not tightly, in gauze and tape.

“There now dearest. All better.”

“Thank you.”

He’s still holding your hand, absently running his thumb along the bandage.

“Alfred,” You don’t want him to let go, but dinner is still waiting.

“Just a moment.” He answers, “Just one more moment.”

So you let yourself sit in the sunny kitchen, Alfred’s hand wrapped around yours.

“I’m sorry.” He says finally, “When I saw the blood, I panicked.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad you were here.” Then it strikes you, “Oh, your tea!”

Before you can stand, he beats you to it, “Allow me.”

You’re not used to being taken care of in your own kitchen, but you let yourself take a few minutes as he handles the tea. It’s nice, you think, watching him move so efficiently, so competently around the kitchen. Soon he’s setting a mug down in front of you, followed by a small plate of cookies.

“Thank you.”

You sip the tea and find it to be the perfect sweetness. “I shouldn’t be surprised that you know exactly how I take my tea.”

“I keep a dossier.”

He says it so flatly that you have to look up. His expression is even, but you catch the barest glimmer in his eyes.

“What else do you have in this dossier of yours?”

“That’s classified.”

“Oh?” You feign disappointment, “I suppose I’ll have to find a way to get it out of you.”

“I’m highly resistant to interrogation.”

“Perhaps so, but are you as resistant to good Scottish shortbread?”

His lips twitch and then he laughs, “Alright. You’ve found my weakness.”

Looking across that table at you, laughter filling the air, he lets himself be happy. He wonders if maybe he can keep this happy feeling.

You glance over at the clock, “Oh! I didn’t realize what time it is! I’m so sorry, I have to get back to work.”

“Let me help.” The words are out before he can fully think about them.

He sees you hesitate and then you’re nodding, “That would be nice.”

He stands at the island with you, chopping vegetables as you roll out dough.

“What is it we’re making?”

“Brie bites and a charcuterie board.” You answer, “Master Wayne asked me to trial run some options for the board meeting next week for dinner tonight. This is option one.”

After he finishes the vegetables, you point him towards the blueberries. He starts washing them as you slide the brie bites in the oven.

“Blueberry and banana nut muffins.” You answer his unasked question. “Could also be paired with a breakfast charcuterie board.”

“Master Bruce is fond of blueberries.”

Brie bites out of the oven, muffins in. You arrange fresh donuts, ladle homemade yogurt into small bowls, arrange the fruit and vegetables and the meats and cheeses. Frowning you look over the spread.

“Granola.” Alfred offers and you smile.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

As you add the granola to the spread, he takes the muffins out of the oven.

“Alright.” You settle your hands on your hips, “I think this is everything.”

“It looks amazing.” He says, “The board members will be thrilled.”

You turn and find that he’s standing closer than you thought. You can feel the heat of him pressing closely and you turn until you can rest your hands against his chest.

“Dearest,” He whispers and you have to hold in a soft sigh.

“Alfred.”

“I hope that you don’t mind, some temptations are too good to resist.”

The kiss is simultaneously just like you imagined and so much better than you could have imagined. The heat of it curls through you, warming you better than even the best soup could. There’s a sweetness to it that’s better than any pastry you’ve ever had. You can’t help moaning into the kiss, feeling more indulgent than the richest French chocolate. The kiss ends slowly, you and Alfred pulling away from each other gradually. When your senses return, you’re still pressed closely against him, your hands gripping the edges of his vest. His hands are trailing over your sides gently.

“You’re welcome to do that whenever you’d like.”

He smiles and you would give anything for him to smile like that forever. “I wanted to last night.” He admits quietly.

“Why didn’t you?”

He hesitates, “You’re precious and I haven’t always been good with precious things.”

“Alfred,” You sigh and reach up to cup his face, “I’m not made of porcelain. I’m not going to break with a little rough handling.”

“Dearest.”

“Kiss me again Alfred.”

And he does. He pulls you tightly against him, hands on your hips as he dives into the kiss. One hand wraps around the back of his neck while the other finds a grip on his shoulder. You decide you can live without air if he’ll just keep kissing you like this. He maneuvers you until you can feel the press of the counter against your back.

A sound at the doorway has you pulling back. Bruce stands in the doorway, his hands shoved his pockets, trying to look anywhere other than at you and Alfred.

“Should I come back?” He asks.

You grin at Alfred, “No Master Wayne. Please stay and enjoy. We were just leaving.”

Your laughter is bright as you tug Alfred down the hall. His answering smile is wicked.

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I'm Yours - Ch. 1 Sparks

Y/N POV

As you awoke from your slumber, you had an instinct that today would be different. You weren't sure whether this would be good or bad, but you took your chance. As you lay in bed pondering over this for a few minutes, you took ahold of your phone on the nightstand. Tapping the screen and unlocking the device, you looked at the forecast and checked the train time for your commute into the city. Once you finally let the information sink into your still, sleepy mind, you moved on to notifications about your graduate studies. You are currently a month into your Master's degree. So far, things have been moving alarmingly quickly, but you love every second of it. The material you were reading and the discussions in your courses are nowhere close to the ones in your bachelor's degree. Along with the work that you were doing on campus, you feel that things are coming together for your ultimate aspiration in applying and hopefully attending law school. You can see that dream happening the more you are engrossed in your academic work and research.

Finally mustering up the courage to get out of bed, gently opening your room door and tip-toeing down the corridor, making sure to stay as quiet as possible. You still lived at home with your family. Most graduates in your program are living independently. Still, you decided that living with your family is best since it will relieve you financially (and we all know law school is expensive, so you save where you can). As you enter the washroom, turn on the water to shower and ensure it's the perfect temperature. Once you strip off your PJs, consisting of plaid pj bottoms and an oversized t-shirt, the water is scorching hot for showering. Lathering with a floral body wash and getting your naturally curly hair soaked to apply some product and style it for the day.

Once you are done, you wrap yourself in a towel, brush your teeth and head back to your room. You put on some music to jam out to as you prepare for the day. Since it is October, the weather is not as warm as September but not cold enough that you need a full winter coat. So you pick out a black pair of straight-cut jeans with a lovely mustard yellow knitted sweater that you roll up the sleeves to cuff them. Now that you have picked your outfit, you fix your hair. Since you just showered, your curly hair is damp enough to have product raked through it. You apply a curl cream and rake it to ensure it is spread evenly, and you do the same for the mousse and the gel. Once that is done, you let your hair air dry and get dressed. Now that it is all done, the last thing you do is apply a bit of eyeliner, mascara and brow gel. It is a simple make-up look but long-lasting since you will be in front of colleagues, faculty and students all day. You grab your packed bag prepped since last night, turn off the music playing, and exit your room.

Most of your family is awake as you go downstairs and into the kitchen. Your parents are making coffee, and as they do so, you take your turn raiding the fridge to pack your lunch and snacks for a long day ahead of you. It wasn't anything special, just a chicken club sandwich and a blueberry muffin. Everyone is exchanging their day and how busy it will be. You chime in as well, telling them that you will have class from 1-3pm, assist in an undergraduate course from 3-4pm, and attend a lecture from 6-8pm. You didn't tell them you were excited about the lecture because they didn't need to know that much, but you were. The lecture is on the diversity within Formula 1 through different industry sectors. The guest lecture will be from one of the major teams. You have guessed who the team would be because of the University you were attending, but you still weren't entirely sure. The professor who organized the lecture would not give any details about who the team would be, and you know it wouldn't be too packed since it's an evening lecture. Now, regardless, you were still interested and couldn't wait. You wanted to work in F1 for as long as you could remember, not through engineering or social media but working on contracts, commercial agreements, and other things that involved legality within motorsport. You noticed the time, as you were in your own world, that you had to head out the door to catch the train; you are lucky that you lived only a 10-minute walk from the train station, so you weren't in no rush. Slipping on your Adidas all-stars, then zipping up your black puffer vest and putting on your backpack, you head to the door, hollering goodbye to everyone. The weather was nice, breezy and sunny, requiring you to pull your sunglasses from your backpack.

As you arrive at the train station, tap your transit card to pay the fare and head towards the platform. It is not crowded for a Wednesday, which is a little relief because packed trains are the worst. You always time your exit from home perfectly to the train's arrival because you never have to wait that long on the platform to board. Once you board the train, you pick a seat on the top level since it is a mandatory quiet zone; you pull out your noise-cancelling headphones and turn on the same playlist you were listening to. You were in a romanticizing life mood, so you played a little bit of music that emulated that from artists like Sufjan Stevens, Banners, Coldplay, OneRepublic, Stephen Sanchez, and more of those that fit within the vibe. The train ride is roughly an hour, so you also pull out your laptop and review the notes you made for your course and material for the undergraduate lecture you are helping with. You saved everything as you finished checking the messages and adding a few more points. You started to pack away your laptop when you arrived in the city to take a connecting subway to your University. Getting on the subway only took 10 minutes until you needed to get off and exit from the underground and enter the Graduate Department of Social Justice.

You enter your given office and set up to get some work done. It was easy that you had a job on campus since the times were flexible to your studies and provided the ability to complete tasks at home. The work you were doing is assisting your department's equity committee in working towards improving the overall diversity and making each department more equitable. You check in with your supervisor to update them on your research for the committee and see where to pivot. Since nothing needed to be changed, the meeting was short, allowing you to continue your work without interruptions. This fills up most of your time until 12:30pm, when you realize your stomach is growling for something to eat and decide it is time for lunch. Pulling the sandwich out of your bag, you take the time to review your notes and pre-order an iced hazelnut latte from the Starbucks closest to the lecture hall of your course. Once you are done eating, you pack up your belongings and head to Starbucks to pick up your iced latte. Putting on your headphones and ensuring you didn't forget anything since you won't return until tomorrow. Out the door, you go and head to Starbucks. It is mid-day, the sun shining and feeling warm in contrast to the slight breeze. The sun's warmth felt nice on your olive skin, and you felt energized without the coffee from that moment, but you knew the coffee would be a saving grace during the lecture. As you attain the iced liquid gold, you walk down the block to the lecture hall, a 5-minute from Starbucks. You take your time since they do not begin the lecture until 10 minutes after the hour.

You enter the building with the lecture hall and walk towards the specific room. You go to your usual seat, set the coffee down, and set up your laptop. Soon, the time flies in the lecture and discussion you are having among your peers, and the three-hour lecture always feels like it is barely enough to unpack the dense readings the professor assigns. But seeing how everyone interprets and unpacks the lessons is always astonishing. Once you are done packing up, you go to the next lecture hall to help with the undergraduate course. In this case, you are just helping lead the discussion and ensure the students understand the course material, as a teaching assistant would do. Helping out in tutorials was constantly engaging; these were the parts of lectures you enjoyed. Sure, the professor lectures the material, and we can ask questions. Still, during the tutorials, you allow the students to contextualize and discuss their thoughts, hoping they learn how these concepts are practiced. By the time tutorials were done, I stayed back in case students had questions. They didn't; looking down at your wristwatch, you know you have 2 hours to kill.

You took the chance to pack up your things and put on your headphones, wanting to mentally prepare yourself for the lecture that is happening soon. Being the little academic you are, you decide to go to the building where they have the lecture. Having the chance to scope out a good spot to sit in and take the opportunity to get some more work done before you can have your undivided attention on the guest lecturer. You felt your stomach grumble and pulled out the muffin on the way since it was a 10-minute walk. You know the way to the building, so you took time attending to your work emails on your phone. The day in the life of a university/graduate student, always on the move, you love being busy but sometimes just wish your end goal was getting nearer. You take the chance occasionally to look up and ensure that you don't bump into other people on the sidewalk and not miss the building where the lecture is held. Once you arrive, you immediately know exactly which room you heading to. Since you had class in this lecture hall, you know exactly where to go and that this building is usually not busy. But what you don't expect is to collide into what feels like a wall and fall backwards, landing straight on your ass. Blaming the noise-cancelling headphones and being too engrossed in your phone. Before even removing the headphones, instantly apologize to whoever you bumped into. But what you weren't prepared for was who it would be. The instant recognition made you blush a crimson red; the CEO and Team Principle of the Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 team, Toto Wolff, kneeled before you, his chocolate brown eyes laced with worry.

"Are you okay? My deepest apologies; I did not mean to bump into you. I hope you are okay; let me help you up." He grabbed your phone that had fallen out of your hand and gave you a hand to help you up. You took his hand and dusted yourself off a bit from the fall. "I'm okay; if anything, I should apologize. I bumped into you and didn't bother to look up from my phone!" Giving him a reassuring smile lets him know you are genuinely okay. "Let me introduce myself; I'm Toto Wolff. Who might you be, so I can apologize sincerely," his Austrian accent showed while sticking out his hand to introduce himself again. He truly felt bad, and you shook his hand, "I'm Y/N, and again, no need to apologize; I should have been paying more attention." "Nonsense; you're a student and probably taking every chance you get to study and cramming for some sort of assessment." His wit was like none other. He then noticed the muffin on the floor, and you went to pick it up and throw it out. It was perfect timing that your stomach had to alert the world that you were hungry. "Again, I do apologize, Y/N. Please let me offer to get you another muffin, coffee or something to eat?" "No, no, it's okay; I truly wasn't that hungry," and again, your stomach grumbles further. He notices, "I insist; there is a coffee shop around the corner; I was just about to grab something before this lecture I was about to give; I am assuming that is why you are in this building?" He has a slight glimmer in his eyes, hoping you are attending. To concede to that look, you finally tell him. "Funny you ask, yes I am here to see you guest lecture, and since you keep insisting and I am assuming with no intention of stopping, let's grab that coffee." The slight curl in his lips forms a smirk since you caught him in his little act, or he's feeling guilty for bumping into him, but you give him the benefit of the doubt and tag along. After all, he is a prominent figure in Formula 1, and to say you grab coffee with someone like Toto Wolff, so you take your chance.

He led the way out of the building and onto the street. The walk to the coffee shop was silent; neither of you seemed to have the courage to speak up, but the silence didn't feel awkward. The place was no more than ten minutes up the street from the lecture hall. The day was winding down, as the roads weren't littered with people. The same could be said for the coffee shop. It was scarce of the usual hustle and bustle. As you approach the coffee shop, before you can even grab the handle, Toto, with a quicker step, takes hold of the handle to open the door and allow you to enter first. Thanking him, you proceeded to make your way to the counter to order your drinks. Taking the chance to look at the menu, getting lost in the number of options, you finally register that Toto is speaking and pulling you from your train of thought.

"What are you thinking of getting? I can order it here. Will you find a place for us to sit?" "Ahh, I'll get a latte with a double shot of espresso with two sugars…..but like you don't have to, I can get it for myself." I hope he lets you pay for your drink separately. "Nonsense, I bumped into you; the least I can do is get you a coffee, and clearly, with a lot of caffeine in it." Clearly trying to lighten the mood and taking note of the amount of caffeine in your drink, you conceded and let him order the drink for you while you pick a seat in the back corner of the shop. Taking off your backpack and vest and settling in the chair, you took another opportunity to look at your email and student course site to see if any of the professors or students had any inquiries. You didn't even notice Toto sitting across from you until you put your phone away, and the man just smiled at you.

"Ohh, I'm sorry, I didn't even notice that you sat down; you should have said something," your face slowly turning a little flush from the embarrassment of being distracted by your device to not even notice his presence. "I totally understand; you're a student, after all, and please stop apologizing; you did nothing wrong. And I was just admiring how focused you can get." He was genuinely trying to show you sympathy. He wasn't wrong that your student was so busy, let alone your schedule and the amount on your plate, making you blush. It tends to happen often, especially since that's how your interaction with him started. "Tell me a bit about your education; what are you studying?" He said this, getting a little more comfortable in the seat across from yours, sitting with his legs crossed at the ankles, as he does in most of these interviews, with hands clasped on his lap, giving you his undivided attention. "Well, I started at this University with my bachelor of arts, double majoring in criminology and political science. After graduating last year, I didn't feel fully prepared to apply to law school, so I decided to get my Master's degree in social justice. It's a nice combination of the content I was learning in my undergrad that it felt natural." His facial expression showed a little astonishment, with his one eyebrow arching to hear your accomplishments and aspirations. "That's quite impressive; I would have thought you just started your degree. Again, congrats on finishing one, starting the other and the long road ahead of you." Blushing a little from the comment, sure, a lot of people tell you that is an insane amount of studying and the number of years you had, but he understands that is required in this day and age. "Thank you. I know I still have a long way to go, but I am also in no rush to get there." And I am honest about that: I was in no rush to get into law school; I knew the process of studying for the LSAT is a battle in and of itself, so I wanted to make sure I grasped everything. I think Toto knew that, too; he is also guest lecturing and successful in his domain.

Shifting a little in his seat, you can tell he is thinking his words carefully before he asks, "What made you want to attend my lecture? You are clearly a beautiful young woman who must have a nightlife more worthy than sitting and listening to this lecture?" Damn, just damn. And you couldn't help but notice the little smirk on Toto's face. He caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but turn red, and he made you do a lot of it today. Attempting not to make the silence go on for much longer, "Haha umm, no, I barely have a nightlife with studying, the amount of reading I'm required to do, the TAing for a course and the jobs I have on campus. I am a fan of F1 and wanted to hear how a team diversifies the organization one step at a time. It is truly an interest of mine and a topic covered in several of my courses, so why not…..you know." You were rambling at this point, you could tell, so you went silent and hoping that satisfied his curiosity. And by the looks of it, the answer was decent. I felt like two could play at this, so I thought, why not ask him something since, at this point, it feels like you're under interrogation. "What made you want to guest lecture in this? This is unusual for a topic you lecture in, other than the times you talk about the success and downfall of your team."

As if it was perfect timing, your order of drinks and apparently baked goods was brought to the table. The latte was set in front of you, and what looked like an espresso with a bit of milk was placed in front of Toto, with the scones in the center. "If you don't mind, I also got you a scone since I made you drop your muffin earlier." "Ohh, you didn't have to, really." "No, I insist, plus you need to eat; I can't have you hungry in my lecture." Attempting to avoid blushing and eye contact since you already know he will have a smirk on his face, you take a sip of your latte; it feels good to have the caffeine in you, making you focus and not get carried away with his remarks."Back to your question, since you might be thinking that I was avoiding it, for years and from personal experience, motorsports is quite polarizing regarding the type of people that work in the sport. And I, along with Lewis and the organization, want to allow people from all walks of life to come and share the same passion while working towards being a winning team. Now, to your comment on Mercedes's downfall, we will be back on top, but like I say to the press, we are happy to make these mistakes to learn from them." Contented with his answer, he took a scone from the plate in front, broke off a piece, popped it into his mouth, and followed it with a sip of his coffee. You can sense the PR voice coming out in the end since it must be a question he gets often. Either you poked a nerve, or it was one of the generic answers he typically gives; you couldn't tell. But you dropped it instantly and followed a similar action: drinking your latte and grabbing the plate with the scone. A satisfied look comes on Toto's face, taking hold of the scone and eating it. Food in your stomach felt good, so you were slightly grateful that he had bought you the scone.

Toto looked up at you, not wanting to rush the bite you took of the scone, and took this as an opportunity to ask another question and give you time to think, "With no nightlife, do you have any hobbies of interest outside of the amount of reading and studying?" Considering you respond, "Well if I'm not studying, which is most of the day, I either watch TV like any normal person. I usually head to the gym or take long bike rides when I'm not feeling lazy. I like keeping active, so walking, biking, strength training, and sometimes kyakayaking and swimming are my simple pleasures. They also let me blow off steam when I felt really stressed before those activities. Partaking in martial arts was my favourite way of getting fit." "I wouldn't think someone like you was in martial arts. you are quite petite, and I'm only saying that because I bumped into you and fell to the ground." He had a little smirk since he was partially true, based on today's current events, but he tilted his head slightly, ready to hear your response. You could tell he was trying to elicit a reaction and see how you would react. But it wasn't in a sizing me up manner; it was more so to see my genuine interest in the sport.

"Well, you were lucky catching me off guard, so a point to you. But on that, I earned a black belt and trained 6 times a week for 10 years straight. It's been a few years since I stopped training for the sport because University became a full-time job. Still, I miss learning new techniques and being in a sparring ring with another opponent. I was quite fierce and aggressive when needed. I guess it was the perks of being only 5"2 and one of only a few females who partook in the sport. Most boys and men wouldn't want to fight because they were too aggressive, but I liked using their moves against them and being tactical."

"Like drivers have a signature move. Did you have one since you mentioned sparring in a ring?" You laughed a little at the questions because he knows every athlete as a signature move in their own sport, "I did, actually, and I've made several opponents furious when using it because it would knock them on their ass, literally. The move is called the rope-a-dope. As I am in the ring, bouncing around on the ball of my feet, I try to let my opponent attack me as much as they can; not only does it tire them out, but they have to sort of lung at me. Depending on how long I want to string them out, it usually lasts 2-3 times at most 4. On their final attack and when their midsection is open, I jump-side kick or reverse side-kick the person in the gut region, earning several points, a groan in pain and making them fall to their ass."

Finishing the little rant about your previous sport, following it with a sip of the latte, you notice Toto have a queasy look on his face while slightly clutching his stomach. "Remind me not to piss you off then." "Hahah…. It's okay; I haven't trained in years, so I'll be super rusty and fall on my ass." I try to ease him a bit. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that I was aggressive, but he doesn't even know half how aggressive I used to be and the nicknames I got. But it's not like I will meet him again to see the whole or more about him.

Toto takes the chance during this little silence as I sip and take more bites of the scone to look at his watch for the time, and I do the same. I didn't even notice the time fly so fast, and it was 5:30pm, so we only had half an hour left until his guest lecture started. He looked at me and said, "I know this is a little presumptuous to ask even though we just met, and I enjoyed talking to you, but would you like to have dinner with me tonight after the lecture?"

This man has made you blush countless times today and continues to do so even more. You were still stunned and couldn't formulate any words or a clear thought for someone who writes for a living. Taking you out of your shock, "Y/N?" Finally, looking directly into his chocolate-brown eyes, I said, "Yes, I would love that!" It is as if Toto was holding his breath, waiting for your response, because he finally exhaled and looked relieved. However, he still had his wicked smile plastered on his face, noticeably enjoying that he would spend more time with you.

At this point, you both get ready to leave the coffee shop and head back to the lecture hall for Toto to give his lecture. But you still couldn't believe that you were spending more time with him; you kept pinching yourself on the way back to the hall to make sure you weren't in an alternate universe, but you weren't. Before going down the corridor to the lecture, he pulls you aside by the waist, assuring that no one can see the both of you. His body is so close to yours, his large hands still around your waist, feeling his hot breath on your lips. "I really enjoyed talking to you over coffee, come right back here once the lecture is done, and we will head to dinner together." We both linger there for a few minutes, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips and then backing up as if he wants to kiss you. His touch makes you leave your mouth slightly gapped as if you ask him to lean down. But he smirked and moved to your ear, feeling his breath on it; he said, "Now go on. I'll see you in the lecture, and pay attention. I'll be watching."

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nxghttme · 2 years

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There’s a knock on the door. You already knew who it is. Pressing on the button to ask who it is, you hear Yuuji talk back, “Hey, you know it's me already!” You laugh at his response, telling him to come on up after buzzing him in. You have the exact amount placed on the coffee table by your door, so he wouldn’t have to bring out his wallet to give you your change.

Opening the door, there's his usual yellow jacket, and the paper bag of your order hanging tightly in his other hand while the other is saluting right at you. “Here’s your usual.” Handing it over, your palms feel his knuckles, the heat of the chicken underneath sufficing for the warmth you imagine his hand would be. As soon as you give him money he sighs, looking over at you, “You’re the best customer. Most days, they see me picking up the change they accidentally let go on the floor.” He shakes his head, folding the money in half before putting it in his wallet.

“That’s awful. You know, just because they don’t know you doesn’t give them a reason to be so rude.” You can't imagine how tough it must be, delivering their chicken in the city all by himself. They may have an Itadori's Chicken Wings Palace delivery app, but still, it doesn’t help that Yuuji does it all alone. His grandfather owns and runs the place, cooks and wraps up orders. Yuuji once told you they have a few employees for assistance, but the delivery is all him. Having to check his phone from time to time while on a motorcycle, no less. He had to learn how to ride one, since he can't drive and they don't own a car, and taxis cost too much, he eventually learned how.

“It's still annoying, but hey, what can you do? Customers are always right.” He scratches the back of his head, looking away from the door.

“So, how’s your grandfather?” You ask.

He stammers the minute you mention him. “Not so great. I keep telling him he needs to go to the hospital. But you know how he is he never listens.”

You have yet to meet the man himself, but Yuuji never fails to mention him on his deliveries which you enjoy. He'd always praise his old man, telling you how much he appreciates her feedback on their business app so much as to include an extra piece or two on every order she made after.

“Tell him I’ll order a thousand more if he goes with you to the hospital,” you say with a proud smile, convinced your relationship is as close as a grandfather with his granddaughter.

Yuuji laughs, shrugging in content at you, “Well, I better get going.” He tucks in the hat, covering his salmon hair and he smiles before leaving, “See ya on Thursday?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m bringing out the big guns by then. I promise.” You say, rather enthusiastically.

“Whoa, are you having friends over?” You know it was a joke. You brush it off by shaking your head.

“Alright, you take care of yourself, miss.” Without further ado, he leaves. As he runs off, you wait for his footsteps to fade before locking your door, placing the hot chicken meal on your bed.

Turning on the TV, you bask in your empty apartment. It’s always been like this. You’ve definitely gotten used to it. There's no other place to go other than your place, and university. Sometimes, groceries. You’ve never liked going outside your home. You’re fully aware how you hate having to meet strangers. Which is why, when you first moved in here, you had your phone at the ready for nearby take-outs to deliver at your doorstep. Itadori’s Chicken Wings Palace was at the farthest part of the app store. They’re a small business place, according to the pictures they provided. You've never visited yourself.

In the app, it works like an online shopping thing where it displays their menu, with the price and delivery fee, and surprisingly, the name of the courier assigned to hand over your order. That’s when you met him. Cute little Yuuji. Cute little Yuuji you'd developed a crush on. The initial meeting wasn’t ideal. At all.

You were in an oversized shirt, stained with chips and gravy, you refused to focus on your appearance over watching what happens next on old romcom films you've seen a thousand times. And then the doorbell rings, there's Yuuji, standing there in an awkward pose, carrying your order. He was rather friendly, despite your reluctance to greet him. You found he was around your age. Still, he didn't mind that you had to count the payment with your fingers three times before handing it over to him. He told you about a customer who ordered the same meal and even though he had to wait 10 minutes before being paid, he figured he was rather grateful for gestures like that. He knew they cared. It didn't matter to you at the time. You chuckled nervously until he finally left.

But then he kept coming back. You thought it was a coincidence. He'd always greet you differently each time. Sometimes he'd salute with a funny commanding officer voice, sometimes like a chill best friend who planned to have a party with you, and your personal favorite—an old friend you hadn't seen in a very long time. By the fifth time, you finally asked what his deal was. Why is he the only one constantly delivering your chicken? And then he told you about their situation. You couldn't help but feel pity over it. You tipped him an extra, to which he couldn't accept, but you insisted, returning the favor by saluting to him with your own funny voice. Both of you laughed at the little inside joke.

He must've sensed you don't go out much. You made a friend out of chicken take-outs.

Unwrapping the chicken meal, its smell engulfs your apartment. Displaying it on your plate, on the table beside your bed, you design it with overloaded gravy, salivating at the view. They really know how to make it scrumptious. They never fail to. Oh! You almost forget. Picking up the phone, you rate Yuuji as well as the order with 5 stars, commenting how much you recommend the place. Sadly, you don't have any social media app to share this on, other than messenger, in case your class has any updates regarding homework or surprise quizzes by your professor.

With the TV blasting at full volume, you check the door for the last time if it was really locked. Confirming this, you tuck yourself under the blankets first, dialing an unknown number's name. Your hand finds its place by your hip. Upon picking up, the voice itself makes your toes curl.

“Hey, baby, comin’ in for more?”

“Oh, yes, daddy.” The index of your finger fumbles the fabric of your underwear. His raspy voice always gets to you. He knows your number. He knows what you like to do in bed. He knows everything, your most vulnerable state, without having to meet him face to face.

“Mmf.” He moans, hearing his belt come undone on the other line. “What are you wearing right now, pet?”

“ Nothing .” You purr.

“Liar.” He clicks his tongue. “I’m taking off your shirt. I wanna see those plump, well-rounded breasts. ” You shudder, imagining his touch as you lift the shirt enough to reveal your lace bra.

“Kiss me.” You order.

The voice makes a sound, licking, you place the vibration on your neck, your panties nearly consumed by your wet throbbing clit. “Oh, princess, you taste so good.” You both gasp simultaneously, adding to your stimulation.

“I'm sliding off your panties. Your wet hot panties.” You do as he says, slowly, revealing yourself underneath the blanket. “I'm sucking on your tits,” You suck on your fingers, rubbing it on your breasts. “I'm staring at you and your fucking beautiful face. Suck my fingers, suck daddy's fingers for me, baby,” You bring the other hand that's been exploring under the sheets to your mouth, moaning some more.

“Di… Did I do good, daddy?”

“Oh, yes, baby, you're such a… good girl...” He's sighing, panting at your voice. “Fuck, my cock can't take it anymore. I love your fucking voice so much.”

“I've been so wet. M...My pussy… please…”

He chuckles, his deep voice—you can feel him hovering above you as you speak. You imagine his eyes staring deep into yours, wanting to take every inch of your body. “Baby, baby, I want you to suck me off.”

You bring back your fingers to your mouth, tasting yourself. “Is...that...good…” you say in between the sloshing of your mouth, and he grunts, and he groans, and his speed is coming faster.

“I'm almost—”

“I'm climbing on top of you—” You grab a pillow from your bed, sliding in its corner to your dripping cunt. You go at a slow pace at first, eventually building up steam as low as his voice could escape.

“Y...You're so beautiful… Fuck… I can feel your fucking thighs. I'm grabbing them. I'm slapping your fucking ass, you fucking slut. You're such a good slut to daddy… I'm pulling on your pretty, pretty long hair... ”

You can't help it. You pull your own hair, feeling his hands run on your neck, down to your breasts, to the stomach, and then—your fingers rub on the clit, “I'm—I'm—!”

“Cum for me, my sweet, sweet angel. Cum! Come on, cum! We'll do it together—”

But you don't hear him. Your pillow is soaking wet. You bring yourself, plopping down on the bed, sprawled across the sheets, breasts not getting any smaller from your view. You feel yourself spurting. The man chuckles on the other line. You feel as if he's in bed next to you. You chuckle back.

“Thanks, baby. Just hearing your voice,” He inhales, breathing onto the speaker. “Satisfies me. ”

“Don't worry,” you stand from the bed, tying your hair back in a bun. “I'll pay you your worth.” Washing your hands over the sink, you can still feel your legs tremble with his voice on the line.

“I'm glad you enjoyed my service today. You're a regular.”

“Can you stop talking already, I want to be decent.” You smile, feeling him chuckle.

“Sure thing, angel. ”

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yyokkki · 2 months

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Dire Crowley

The mayor of NRV!

He’s always giving you quests to complete while you’re at NRV claiming he’s too busy to get it done himself but his daily schedule consists of just walking around town doing daily ‘check ups’ on the businesses.

Dubs you a beast master after you gain three hearts with more than two villagers. He says nobody is able to acclimate themselves with the townsfolk so quickly!

He may or may not have been scared off by the scarecrows in your farm once or twice.

Is a total suck up to Governor Ambrose the 63rd but shit talks him behind his back. He plans to overthrow him one day but it’s not looking bright…

Absolutely hates the city and the new Royal Sword Mart that opened in town.

You basically get tasks weekly from him. Don’t worry the rewards are generous as he is a very gracious man~

Loved Gifts: Any Gems, Glass Shards, Gold, Meat, Universal Loves

“How generous of you, farmer! It seems my graciousness has rubbed off on you~”

Hated Gifts: Royal Sword Cola, Any Spicy Foods, Hot Pepper, Universal Hates

“Boohoo! Despite all my generosity and graciousness! How could you give me something so vile!!"

Divus Crewel

The local scientist! I’m not going into his specific field but he does a lot of experiments on the geography and ecosystems of the valley.

He also seems well versed in Chemistry as he regularly supervises Trey and Rook as they do their experiments too. (He’s afraid the pups are gonna injure themselves)

He owns a cool classic car that doesn’t work anymore after years of not travelling out of NRV. He grieves about it a lot.(The junimos fix it and he chaperones you over to the desert!)

His hobby is fashion design and he has a room in his house fully decked out with sewing machines, mannequins and the like.

He keeps a very good dalmatian named Spot at home. He is the most spoiled boy in town.

Occasionally visits the library to play chess with Trein but it usually ends with some kind of argument…

He’s the one who offers to set up a fruit bat/mushroom cave for you! (He may or may not have inspired Jade)

Loved Gifts: Raisin Butter, Wine, Cloth, Dye Materials, Universal Loves

“Good pup! This is a great gift.”

For Cloth and Dye Materials: “Might as well make you something with this… Especially considering your current attire.”

Hated Gifts: Universal Hates

“Bad pup! What is the meaning of this?!”

Mozus Trein

The librarian and teacher!

He holds classes for the kids twice a week but when he’s not a teacher he looks over the library with his cat, Lucius, whom the kids (and Idia) absolutely adore!

He’s quite strict with the manners and knowledge of the young people in town so it’s always a shock to see him so patient and gentle with the kids.

He has grown daughters who are currently working in the city! He regularly pens letters to them and sends over care packages. They come to visit him often too!

He finds it absolutely unacceptable how barren the library in town is and finds lost books more important than artifacts, though he thinks they’re a valuable educational tool as well.

Loved Gifts: Duck Feather, Vichyssoise, Tuna, Leek, Universal Loves

“This is a good gift, farmer. Thank you.”

For Duck Feather and Tuna: “Lucius will enjoy this, I thank you on his behalf.”

Hated Gifts: Universal Hates

“Ugh. How distasteful.”

Ashton Vargas

The town blacksmith!

Honestly? Might’ve become a blacksmith so he could work his arms out… He’s off every Thursday for leg day!

He encourages everyone in town to work out more! Certain townsfolk avoid him because of this.

Approves of you since farming requires a lot of physical labour! Actually offers to help you out with heavy lifting too.

He lives off of the forests too, he hunts and grows his own harvests!

He has a few chickens too for sustainable egg supply.

Probably one of the nicest villagers if you ignore his gloating!

Loved Gifts: All Eggs, Beer, Universal Loves

“Thanks! Why don’t you drop by later for some weight training? I’ll tell you all of my tips!”

Hated Gifts: Universal Hates

“I hate this stuff!”

Sam

Owner of the general store!

Not much is known about him but he has lots of friends on the other side! (They’re the travelling cart merchants cooperating with him to sell out of season products)

He sells absolutely everything! Except for other shops products since he doesn’t wanna stir up the competition!

The general store has another branch in the city too!

Loved Gifts: Chicken Gumbo, Void Essence, Universal Loves

“Daw, thanks little imp! Now, don’t go thinkin’ this’ll get you a discount~”

Hated Gifts: Solar Essence (His friends hate this stuff), Universal Hates

“Hate to break it to ya, but I have a million of these in the back… You can keep it!”

Grim

The sewer rat? Basically the Krobus of this universe because it was between him and your farm companion! I mean c’mon you can even have him move in with you after you become good friends! He’s the true route fr.

Wants to live on the surface but that bird brained mayor won’t let him! So now he sells random stuff he found in the sewers to you…

He does sneak out pretty often though, it’s how you found him pretty early on.

The poor boy, get him some tuna. It blows his mind the first time he tries it. (He’s been living off of radioactive fish, he’s fine though)

Actually starts living with you even if you’re pursuing a bachelor as soon as he hits ten hearts.

He constantly complains about your other furry companion though…

It’s probably harder to give him a gift he hates since he’ll eat about everything. (Yes he eats all your gifts)

He wants to overthrow Crowley and become the mayor of town! He never succeeds. (He thinks mayor is the highest position in the whole world because it’s all he knows)

Loved Gifts: Tuna, Stone, Any Gem, Universal Loves

“Funa! You’re the best henchuman!! I was feeling a little hungry!”

Hated Gifts: Universal Hates (Except clay maybe? Feels like he’d eat that too…)

“EW! This is worse than that time you called me a raccoon!”

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