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hanniebaeee · 5 months ago

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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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desiresiwant · 4 days ago

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Something About You Chapter One

pairing: Seth Clearwater X Black!OC

word count: 6.4k~

warnings: strong language, usage of alcohol, non-con kiss, a pretty much tamed 1st chapter…for now

description: Seth Clearwater finally imprints on Diamond Hicks, someone who just isn’t looking love. While she struggles with her feelings and promises, Seth struggles to find a balance between his new and old self so he can become the wolf his imprint needs.

a/n: Been very excited and impatient to bring this fic to life, so here it is!!! I’d recommend checking out the masterlist before reading, given much has changed from the story we know. If there’s a warning I skipped let me know. P.S The beach scenes were written when it was originally taken place in a warmer month, but changed my mind and didn’t wish to rewrite anything aside from slighty changing minor details. Trust I know how cold 60 can be but it’s fiction.

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Chapter One | Stolen Kiss

Seattle, Washington | February 9, 2024

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 how Diamond wished to spend her weekend—seven weekends in a row stuck at a family-owned restaurant, cleaning chicken masala between the floor cracks because parents weren’t watching their children who have a tendency to throw whatever in their direction on the floor.

This was NOT the adult life Diamond looked forward to when finally leaving home to attend the University of Washington (U.W). Built in one of the cloudiest cities surrounded by endless beauty of mother nature, miles from Orlando, Florida. One of the hottest cities in one of the hottest states, cluttered with people and flashy attractions. The only similarity that felt most like home was rain.

Never once did Diamond imagine herself so far from home, but unfortunately, U.W was the only institution to offer a full ride for track and field. She accepted immediately and officially became a Husky.

But it didn’t cover food, travel, personal expenses, and bills. Diamond’s mother could only send so much with other mouths to feed, being a foster mother to five other children. She knew soon enough the responsibility would be hers to bear as it normally had been.

The easy one, her mother would describe Diamond.

The one who never cried, never asked for much, never made life too difficult. The one who always had to make a way because there was no one else to do it for her. And in a household filled with children every few months or years, it’s easy to forget the easy one when schedules were packed with appointments, drama, and school—which left Diamond to fulfill not only the role of an only child, which that she was, but a parent too.

Moving to an unfamiliar environment added to that lonesome feeling, but it was also a fresh breath of air. Therapeutic even.

Diamond tossed the last thick lump of sauce-covered napkins in the bucket filled with the rest of the meal. Apparently, the mop was broken and the owner’s hard-headed son left to buy a new mop, yet it’s been hours since he returned. It seems he prioritized his Friday night plans, which his parents were heavily against. Something about catching a movie with friends, a harmless movie Mr. Devgn feared would install unhealthy mindsets.

Something Diamond should’ve been doing if she hadn’t canceled plans to pick up an extra shift.

Mrs. Devgn caught sight of Diamond heading back and perked from her seat behind the register, pausing the drama she was watching on her phone. “Thank you for handling that mess and staying a bit late. When it gets crazy on the weekends, I know we can count on you to come through.” She said and then frowned at her sauce-covered fingers. “I’m sorry you had to clean bare-headed. Karan should be back any second now with that mop.”

Diamond bit back her scoff. That boy wasn’t coming back and everyone knew it too. “It’s not a problem. At least it wasn’t piping hot.”

“Oh, god, no! That would be a disaster!”

Ayra, the Devgn’s third child, appeared through the red curtains with a scoff. “Karan’s not coming back, ma. You picked the wrong child for errands. We all know he’s watching that R-rated movie Baba said no to.”

Mrs. Devgn smacked her shoulder, knocking out the AirPod hidden beneath her hair that she was secretly listening to music on. “Don’t let your father hear.” She whispered, peeking over her shoulder for her husband nowhere in sight. “He’s already in a pissy mood dealing with your other brother and his costly habits. Go take make yourself useful and take them drinks to table three.”

“You said I could ring!” Ayra pouted.

“Go!”

Ayra couldn’t defy Mrs. Devgn stern look, daring her child to challenge her authority. She flung her head back with a dragged groan before taking the tray of drinks to table three.

“Don’t let me hold you up, Diamond. You wash up and take your lunch. I warmed you a plate. It's in the break room since I didn’t trust David and his sticky fingers.”

“You don’t have to make me lunch every time, Mrs. Devgn. I appreciate it but I don’t want you overworking yourself.”

Mrs. Devgn waved her off. “All my employees must eat. Plus you’re an athlete and so far from home, I know you’re not eating enough home-cooked meals. Now go, wash wash and eat.”

She sat comfortably in her chair and resumed her show.

Diamond knew this wasn’t a fight she could win and Mrs. Devgn was right; she hadn’t eaten enough home-cooked meals. Mostly takeout and cheap ramen. Between classes, practices, and work, exhaustion remained a constant component when it came to cooking and oftentimes cleaning.

After dumping the bucket and washing her hands, Diamond sat at the mini table in the break room and ate her lamb and chicken bowl mixed in silence. She scrolled through her phone catching up with everyone else’s life on Instagram, imagining herself in their shoes. Taking weekend trips out of the country, getting front-row seats at a concert, splurging money on shopping sprees with friends, and going on cute little dates with a significant other.

The kind of thrill Diamond should be experiencing especially during her sophomore year in college, away from her mom and her old life. This was the time to start a new life and create new and better memories outside her usual routine…yet had no idea where to start. And was nearly two years late.

A call paused the story Diamond was currently watching and saw it was her roommate Renesmee calling. She quickly swallowed what was left in her mouth before picking up. “Hey, what’s u—”

“What are you doing and please don’t tell me you’re working?” Renesmee asked as soon as the line connected.

Diamond looked around the small room that smelt heavily of her food clashing with other scents from the kitchen. She debated lying to her friend, but what’s the point when she somehow always knew when she was lying?

Her shoulders fell with defeat as she confirmed, “I’m working. I picked up an extra shift so I won’t be home until eleven-ish, maybe midnight.”

“God, no, Diamond! Why did you say yes to working late on a Friday night?”

“I…need the money,” Diamond replied as if it wasn’t obvious in the first place. “Some people aren’t born with golden spoons like you, Nes.”

From the time she’s known Renesmee since Diamond’s previous roommate dropped out two weeks within the first semester—who was quite literally the nicest and selfless person ever met, whose grandmother occasionally cooked meals and stuffed the pantries with everything found in a grocery store—it was clear her wealth was out of the question. She was always seen with the latest technology, the rarest edition of purses and shoes, and clothes from unheard-of brands, made from raw material that needed to be washed a certain way. Her side of the room was straight out of a Pinterest board compared to Diamond’s side which had all that she needed and a poster of her favorite movie. She had pictures in her gallery from all over the world. She even owned an expensive car that would take Diamond two generations to pay off, and could only imagine the price of her house she goes back to every break.

Working wasn’t a word in Renesmee’s vocabulary, but she was a hard-working student. Always up studying while Diamond crashed out in bed. Sometimes it felt like Renesmee was wasting her time in college by how quickly her mind soaked up information. When she’s bored, she’s reading. When she’s about to sleep, she’s reading. When she’s in a good mood, she’s reading. And it wasn’t silly romance or epic fantasies, but thick nonfiction books that gave Diamond a headache, she enjoyed for regular entertainment.

“You’re right. I should be mindful of others' situations and I apologize if I came off ignorant.” Renesmee’s apology would’ve caught Diamond off guard if it wasn’t a usual occurrence. Being wrong and taking accountability was nothing she feared. “But I really needed you off today or at least out by six.”

Diamond paused. “How’d you know I was originally off today?”

“You write your schedule color-coded on the calendar pinned above your bed, silly. Quite literally hard to miss.”

“Oh…right.” Her face heated in embarrassment and picked at a piece of shredded lamb before plopping it in her mouth. “So what’s happening at six?”

“Technically it happens later, but remember my aunt I told you about? The psychic one? Yeah, well, I asked her to look into your future—“

“Now why would you do that?”

“You’re my roommate…and my first college friend. I wanted to make sure you’ll stay in my life forever, or however long life gives. Soft spoiler—I overacted over nothing.” Her nervous chuckle failed to comfort herself, admitting words Diamond found hard to believe.

Her first college friend? Renesmee was always surrounded by people on campus. Of course, when her boyfriend Jacob wasn’t there to scare everyone away with one look.

But the feeling was mutual. Although Renesmee wasn’t Diamond’s first friend in college, she valued their friendship and wanted it to last. The soft spoiler confused her though.

Renesmee’s chippy personality came back to life. “Anyway, I asked her to look into your future and she told me something life-changing will happen tonight.” She mused.

“If it’s Karan coming back with a mop, tell her it’s already too late.” Diamond said into another bite.

“I have no idea who that is but he has nothing to do with tonight.”

“You know I don’t believe in that shit, Nes. I gave up wishing on a star and learned to accept reality, or whatever form of reality I choose to accept.”

She sighed. “I know, but you gotta trust me on this one.”

“Why?”

Silence filled the line but not for too long.

“I can’t say just yet, it’ll spoil the future but trust me. You’ve been ranting about how boring and lonely your life has been since moving to Seattle, wanting to spice it up and meet new people. And I get it, it's not like Florida, but this will change everything. It’s exactly what you need and have been searching for.” She said and there was noise in the background. Faded music, shouting voices, and lots of thick wind. “Come down to La Push. There’s a bonfire happening with lots of hot guys from university and drinks, and the beach—which you’ve said you miss. I can also really use the company of my friend. Please come! Please, please !”

La Push?

That was the exact plan Diamond turned down when a few members on the track team asked if she would pop out. Because Mrs. Devgn asked first about the shift, she declined the outing. This had to be a coincidence. A crazy one that was four damn hours away.

“La Push is nearly four hours away for one. Two, It’s cold as hell. Three, I don’t have a car and Ubering there in this economy is probably over two hundred dollars. Money I’m not tryna spend over she-say.”

“Not a problem! I’ll Venmo you the money. The cold never bothered you anyway, the bonfire will keep you warm if you get cold.”

“I can’t take that from you.” Diamond shut down quickly.

“Why not? There’s more where it came from, remember? Golden spoon.”

“I don’t wanna be indebted to you.”

“What debt? I’m inviting you so I should be the one to take care of the expenses. I promise it’s okay. You don’t need to pay me back.” There was a short pause on the line because Renesmee came back. “Scratch that—pay me back by coming. I’ll hold it over your head if you don’t.”

Diamond never met this aunt Renesmee constantly brought up and chatted with on the phone, or maybe she had and didn’t know with the many people her roommate attracted like a moth to light. But one thing was certain, she made one hell of a case.

Her life has been boring maintaining the same sleep-work-practice-homework schedule, and never felt more alone than she had when first arriving in Washington. Diamond wouldn’t consider herself a borderline introvert, but she would never go out her way to introduce herself to strangers unless it was necessary. Unlike those fortunate enough to link with another upon first meeting, Diamond needed time to warm up to someone. Only then could she be her unfiltered self. But because of those limits she was hesitant to push has caused her life to spiral into uncertainty and unfulfilled satisfaction.

Aside from her job, Diamond had nothing to lose. If her roommate’s supposedly psychic aunt swore down this night would change the trajectory of her sad life, then the risk—including the freezing weather and the four-hour long drive—was worth it.

“Fine. I’ll come to this stupid bonfire and see what the hype is about.” Diamond agreed and had to hold the phone away from Renesmee squealing with excitement.

“Thank you! I’ve already sent the money. Come as fast as you can, I’ll see you here!”

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𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘. The cost to Uber to La Push wasn’t worth the risk and she dreaded the price of heading back to U.W. Even though Renesmee didn’t mind covering the cost, two hundred was still a lot and four hours spent on the road for a word of mouth was delusion at its finest. Hopefully, she could catch a ride back with Renesmee since they were roommates; anything to save money and the installed mindset of feeling indebted even toward genuine acts of kindness.

The parking lot was overfilled with cars packed with party-goers like sardines, dragging their friends to race across the sand and meet others dancing around multiple lit bonfires and scattered tents. Diamond removed her shoes and socks to bury her toes in the cool white sand. She closed her eyes and inhaled the salty dry breeze. It reminded her of Florida aside from the cold, home she missed very much.

“Diamond! You made it!”

Diamond opened her eyes to Renesmee running toward her in a royal blue two-piece bathing suit with a black sheer cover-up tied around her waist. Her long brunette hair danced with the wind, and she had the biggest smile on her pale face with her arms stretched out, knocking Diamond slightly off her feet when she came crashing against her.

Diamond hugged her back with a warm laughter as she balanced herself and Renesmee apologized. She was almost convinced her friend matched her height until she realized Renesmee was lifting on her toes. Not that she was much taller, only an inch or two apart.

“I’m so happy you’re here! You’re in for one hell of a night.” Renesmee pulled away from the hug first, radiating indescribably youth and beauty.

“I would hope so since that’s why I’m here.”

She shook her head with a knowing smile. “How were you able to get off early? I thought your boss was strict on busy days?”

“They are, but I lied. Said I was feeling queasy. My boss offered ginger tea and wanted me to wait it out and see how I felt after a while, but ultimately let me go home. Speaking of which, I am riding back with you right?”

“Of course. I would never leave you here stranded though, I doubt you’ll leave with me after tonight anyway.” Her dark arched brows wiggled, hinting at whatever her supposedly psychic aunt saw in Diamond’s future.

A gift she still refused to believe as it was impossible to see the future and Renesmee had a weird sense of humor. Anything said out of her mouth couldn't be trusted on rare occasions especially when speaking about her insanely wealthy family. Aside from that, she’s very honest for the most part.

“Oh, I definitely will be leaving with you without a doubt.”

Renesmee shook her head, chuckling. Then she wrapped an arm around Diamond’s and pulled her toward the coolers near the grills flipping over burgers and hot dogs. They popped open two cool bottles of strawberry seagrams. The fizzled fruity taste was more like soda than alcohol, a drink easily finished and grabbed for another round. Mango flavor this time.

“I know that’s not Diamond all the way out here? Outside and at a party?” Before she could turn and see who called her out, an arm threw itself around her neck, pulling on her braids. “You said you were picking up an extra shift and couldn’t make it. You lying bitch!”

Diamond knew it was Kimi, her track teammate. She had rich russet skin and wide-set expressive eyes. Her dark loose curls were thrown in a messy bun, dressed in jean shorts and a hot pink bikini top, showing off her athletic figure. Next to her was Tayen, also another track teammate. She had dyed her hair pink but the color had dulled and her roots were growing in black. Neither opposed the chilly weather and treated it like a regular sunny day.

Renesmee spoke up before Diamond could. “That’s because I convinced her to put herself over her job. It’s also her first time in La Push so treat her nice.”

Tayen clasped a hand against Diamond’s shoulder after she was freed from Kimi as if commencing her first experience. “Welcome to La Push and our humbly reservation home to the Quileute tribe, which is open to all who respect our land, culture, and people.”

Kimi leaned forward, covering her mouth as she whispered, “between me and you, this is only a step into the reservation. If you truly want a taste of our enriching culture—my culture as a Makah, I would speak to the elders. God knows they love sharing a good story about our guiding spirits, ancient legends, and whatnot.”

“I’ll consider it, thank you.” Diamond said, sipping her drink and tightening her tote bag on her shoulder. She had no idea where her tribe was located but it didn’t dull the excitement to learn about it and more.

“Don’t pressure her, Kimi,” Tayen chuckled. “She’s always migrating people to her grandma so she doesn’t have to sit and listen to her talk off her ear.”

Kimi playfully shoved Tayen aside to defend herself and this vile accusation that gave Diamond and Renesmee a good laugh. “Hey, she loves fresh new faces! She’s practically forcing me to bring people home even if I gotta kidnap them and drag them across the damn border.”

Renesmee threw out a protective arm, guiding Diamond behind her. “No one’s kidnapping my roommate so don’t even think about it. I promised to get her home in one piece.”

Kimi lifted her hands in defeat, finally backing off.

Renesmee turned to Diamond and took in her attire. “I hope you’re not planning on getting wet in jeans?” She asked and her brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s sixty degrees…?”

“That’s what the bonfire and alcohol is for, track star. We've ran in colder conditions. You’ll warm up in no time.” Tayen said, which was true. This weather was nothing to her but a different kind of cold compared to Florida. Shorts were still acceptable clothing during Florida’s chilly days, but in Washington, shorts was basically signing a death wish.

“You did bring a bathing suit, right?” Asked Renesmee. “Where’s your bag?”

“What bag? I left work straight here,” she chewed her bottom lip, motioning toward her plain black jacket, t-shirt, and jeans. “This is all I have.”

Renesmee kissed her teeth. “I told you to bring a bag. It’s beach night! Every couple of months the reservation hosts a beach party open to the public. There’s fun activities, movies, music, games, and the only few opportunities we can stay on the beach and sleep in cute tents without being fined.”

“That’s not what you told me.” Diamond said. “You told me to show up so I assumed this was a few hours type situation then we drive back, not an overnight thing. Why didn’t you tell me all this when we were on the phone? You know I know nothing about this state besides U.W. let alone bonfire night in a city I’ve never been to.”

Her eyes narrowed with guilt. “Oh. It must’ve slipped my mind when I got too excited about you coming. I’m sorry.”

Of course, Diamond wasn’t mad at her roommate. It was an honest mistake. “It’s fine. I just don’t have anything else to wear, and I’m not particularly fond of swimming in ice-cold water. I’m unprepared which I don’t like being. But I guess I can participate for the night.”

Another risk she was willing to take.

“Okay, don’t panic ladies, I brought extra bathing suits. You’re free to borrow either one and any other stuff needed for tonight. There’s also plenty of shops in Forks too.” Kimi and the rest offered to chip in to ensure a smooth night.

Kimi was already guiding Diamond away from the beach and from Tayen and Renesmee to her small black car in the parking lot.

She changed in the backseat while Kimi kept watched, and talked Diamond’s ear off about various topics. Most were of those she hadn’t met, coach being a pain in the ass last practice, homework due tonight that she hadn’t started on; and had even proposed Diamond should share a tent with her and Tayen since Renesmee would obviously be sleeping with her boyfriend, to which Diamond agreed. She didn’t want to impose on their lovey-doveyness. It would be awkward too. The two were inseparable.

The strapless one-piece was a little loose around the chest area but it was a perfect fit. They wore the same size in clothes though Kimi was more muscular with bigger breasts and wider hips as opposed to Diamond with both the thighs and the ass but somewhat smaller breasts. She tied her small-sized braids back from her face and shoved her clothes into her tote bag before getting out.

Renesmee was spotted with her boyfriend Jacob as they were walking back to the beach. Tayen was nowhere to be found, nothing out of the ordinary. There were a lot more shirtless men than there were before. All long-haired, muscular, with a tribal tattoo on their arm much similar to Jacob's if not the same. And all unaffected by the chilly weather.

Jacob had his arms wrapped around her slim body, reaching over her shoulder to bite into the chili hotdog Renesmee was feeding him. She squealed when chili kept dropping on her, so he struck out his tongue and licked wherever it fell along her skin.

Diamond wasn’t aware of the creepy smile on her face until her cheeks were aching. Renesmee and Jacob were disgustingly cute together, practically meant to be. Their warm interaction highlighted the loneliness weighing her heart. They had the type of love Diamond wanted to experience someday if life allowed it to happen.

She hadn’t the best experience with love. She hadn’t even been in a relationship before or surpassed the talking stage. Most was due to her priorities with track and solidifying her career so she wouldn’t end up like her mother, stuck in the same neighborhood she was raised in. Comfortable with nothing and too afraid to feed on any inner ambition.

But also because the wanna-be men in her life weren’t looking for a partner but a replacement for their mother.

And while Diamond was content by herself with friends, she still hoped to live out that first love fantasy in time.

“Oh, Diamond! Kimi! You’re back already.” With a gasp, Renesmee placed the half-eaten hotdog back on the plate and tried to pull free from Jacob but his arms kept her secure against his broad chest.

She slapped his arms, but it didn’t stop his tongue from grazing up her neck and reaching her earlobe. Her cheeks burned bright red as he muttered something that only she could hear unless it was the fire casting its glow.

Kimi gagged as if she heard him. “You guys are disgusting.”

“Jacob!” Renesmee giggled, hitting him again. “You’re so—let me go! We’re in company.”

“They don’t mind.” He said while kissing along the rim of her ear. Renesmee rolled her eyes, yet didn’t stop him this time.

“I mind. Plus you reek of outside!”

“You never minded it.”

Renesmee said nothing, proving his point.

Kimi looked past the couple and stood straight when someone or something caught her attention. “Hi, Edward!” She greeted the mass of people with a wave Diamond was unable to pinpoint.

Jacob immediately ripped himself off Renesmee and composed himself into a respectable man any woman would bring home to meet her family. No longer the horny man whispering nonsense in his girlfriend’s ear, who also pushed herself from her boyfriend. The quick action caused the hotdog to slip off the paper plate. She adjusted her bikini top before pushing her voluminous hair over her shoulders to cover her chest.

Kimi’s face deepened a dark color of red, her lips pressed tight and her cheeks were inflated with air as she struggled to contain her laughter. It was then when the couple looked back to nothing that she couldn’t hold it anymore and laughed in their faces.

Jacob kissed his teeth while pushing back his short dark hair. “You play too damn much. He’s not even allowed on our land without permission.”

“Yet you still fell for you.” Kimi hugged her stomach, laughing still. Jacob jumped at her and she flinched, but it didn’t stop her laughter.

“Edward?” Diamond questioned while slipping on her jacket. The name sounded familiar but couldn’t be sure since her roommate talked about people often when Diamond’s just getting back from practice so their names mush together.

“My d—my cousin. You’ve met him before, remember? Tall and moody with bright eyes.” Renesmee knelt to pick up the sandy hotdog and placed it on the plate which Jacob took from her to toss out.

“Ah right.”

Diamond did remember her cousin, Edward. He visited every once in a while with his wife, Bella. They often took Renesmee out on weekly dinners that would last for hours or even days and had her coming back to the dorm at odd hours. They were nice and welcoming and Edward even once guessed a thought on Diamond’s mind before she said it.

Though it’s strange because while they weren’t Renesmee’s parents, whom she had never met, as young as they were, their interactions were far from cousins and more parental. Their appearances alone were uncanny especially when compared to Bella. The two of them were constantly hitting her line.

“Jacob, you remember Diamond?” Renesmee changed the subject when Jacob returned with another hotdog.

He extended his hand toward Diamond which she took. “The roommate, of course. We always meet in awkward situations.”

“We do.” Oftentimes when the couple were engaging in sexual activities. Renesmee forgets to give Diamond a heads up or put something on the door, which sucked on days when she couldn’t wait to rot in bed after studies.

“We should change that. I hear so much about you from Nessy, I feel we’re already the best of friends.” It came out as a tease directed to his girlfriend who didn’t mind him. Her attention was fixated on their surroundings, scanning the crowd as if searching for danger.

“Likewise and we should.” Diamond agreed. Her reply sounded as awkward as it was. Jacob wasn’t a stranger in a sense but they weren’t close on any level and their only connection was Renesmee.

“Anyway, I’m glad you could make it. Tonight will be a festive of activities so don’t be afraid to step outside your comfort zone and let loose.”

Diamond was starting to look forward to tonight aside from whatever the future held. The alcohol kept her warm as well as the bonfire they stood by, feeling herself loosen up. She needed a break from her usual routine—fresh air.

“Why you’re back so early from patrol?” Kimi asked out of nowhere and Diamond felt their eyes on her for reasons she didn’t care to analyze.

Her attention was captured by a fifteen year old girl playing in the water with a boy who looked around her age, possibly a bit older. He would howl like a wolf and beat his chest like a monkey, his short curly hair gone with the wind with his tattoo—just like Jacob—on display. The girl covered her face in embarrassment and splashed water on him with her other hand, causing him to rush after her.

They weren’t the only cute couple in the mix of locals and drunk college students, existing as if only they existed. Jacob and this guy weren’t the only ones showing off this particular tribal tattoo, though it seemed those with it were occupied by a romantic partner. It was like it was an initiation before getting into a relationship.

Jacob ran a hand through his short hair, a stressful sigh filling his lungs as he spoke. “Something’s wrong with Seth.” At this, Kimi panicked and bombarded Jacob with hordes of questions that he had to lift his hand to quiet her so he could continue. “Seth’s fine. He’s as healthy as the rest of us, but we had to cut patrolling short because he needed to come back.”

“Why?” Kimi inquired and Jacob shrugged.

“Who the fuck knows. It’s Seth. His mind was distracted and the p—” A quick look in Diamond’s direction was noted. “—the group struggled to concentrate, so I allowed him to return. But I got worried and followed behind to check on him and ensure he hadn’t knocked his head somewhere. He’s acting stranger than usual.”

So were they, but Diamond didn’t question anything outwardly.

Kimi sighed with relief upon hearing this. “That’s Seth for you. My cousin’s always been a little weird since I can remember. He’s probably hungry.” She chuckled and everyone but Diamond, who didn’t know this person or what he was like, agreed.

“Probably so, it sounds like him for sure. But if Seth is in any kind of trouble I’ll be the first to know, so don’t go alerting Sue or your sister Emily yet.” Jacob pulled Renesmee closer to his side with an arm around her waist. She molded against him, a perfect fit. They were like magnets; unable to go a moment without physical contact.

Kimi tilted back her head to drink the rest of her bottle, only to quickly realize it was emptied. “I need another well-deserved drink after breaking my track record by nine seconds. Diamond, let’s leave these lovebirds to their disgusting conversation.”

Renesmee playfully rolled her eyes. “Our conversation is pretty tamed compared to others.”

“Yes, and I’m never free from them when we’re together.”

Diamond did agree to go with Kimi for another drink, leaving Renesmee behind with her boyfriend who wanted her to remain close. She was in need of another drink, unable to put down the seagrams, and in need of food—something to snack on since Mrs. Devgn’s cooking hit the spot. There were more leftovers, tied in a plastic bag shoved in her purse that hung heavy on her shoulder.

Opting for two little bags of chips, Renesmee was overheard telling Jacob something he needed to know regarding Seth. But instead of outright telling him with words, Diamond watched as her hand caressed his muscular arm in a prolonged manner, starting from his wrist. No words were exchanged the entire time but Jacob’s eyes snapped in Diamond’s direction with shock. She tore away her gaze toward Kimi pouring herself a drink from a questionable clothed bottle. However it was too late since they knew she was watching.

“Are you sure?” His question carried far, and Diamond could now feel their gazes burning holes through her head. It made her self-conscious for some reason.

Like they knew this bathing suit wasn’t a perfect fit, or she’s had way too many seagrams and didn’t save any for everyone else, or there was something on her face no one was telling her about, or something worse.

Jacob shook his head with a chuckle. “That explains everything. Sue will faint once she hears of this.” He responded to Renesmee whose voice hadn’t been heard at all.

But the strangest part—which had nothing to do with Diamond—was how they communicated without words. Spot on as if they were reading each other’s minds. It wasn’t the first she caught her roommate conversing in that manner, and by the looks of it, it wouldn’t be the last.

Kimi returned with her red cup filled with a brown-like substance and offered the cup to Diamond. “Wanna sip? This is the real shit you can’t just buy from any local booze store. This batch takes our elders over forty years to brew, traditions that've been passed down for centuries. Could even be called a potion.”

Diamond took the cup and sniffed it. The strong smell forced her head back and cleared her throat as it burned through her nostrils and down her throat. “What’s in it?” She asked while fighting to control her expression so as not to offend anyone. The smell only caught her off guard.

“Never asked, never cared.” She shrugged. The hype music had her swaying her hips and mouthing lyrics to the wrong part of the song. “Fair warning though, it’ll have you so fucked up you’ll be dining with Jesus himself.”

Diamond handed back the cup. “No thanks. I’m not tryna dine with a dead man in a place I’ve never been before with people I’m meeting for the first time. That’s a crime scene waiting to happen.”

“A sip won’t do much but have you light-headed and warm. Few more sips will have you lightly fucked up, but it’ll all wear off in a few hours or so. No pressure though.”

Kimi added the last part in case she was coming off too strong. Diamond didn’t feel like being light-headed for a few hours, but her curiosity got the best of her. She also didn’t want to turn down a drink with history behind it that Kimi willingly shared. It was an experience she wouldn’t have again.

She took the cup and did her best not to smell it while taking a sip bigger than expected. Its bitter taste burned down Diamond’s throat immediately upon contact, forcing her to cough like a mad woman. The alcohol left a strange sweet aftertaste.

“What the fuck?” Diamond heaved.

Kimi took the cup before anything spilled. “Yeah,” she chuckled while rubbing Diamond’s back, agreeing with her reaction. “It gets better after a few times.”

“I’m barely surviving my first time.”

“You’re doing better than most.”

Diamond decided then to stick with her seagrams especially when her environment started tilting. She grabbed onto Kimi’s arm to level herself. She knew what she was getting herself into but didn’t expect one sip to affect her like this. More like she didn’t believe Kimi, which she described as a potion.

Kimi was looking over Diamond’s shoulder when she squealed right into her ear. “Speak of the Devil, there goes little Seth.”

She waved behind Diamond and she turned to see an attractive guy heading toward their direction from what she could make out through her tilting environment. He appeared tall from the distance growing shorter and was one of the few who wore a shirt. A plain sleeveless gray shirt that hung at the side and showcased his tribal tattoo, as well as his well-built figure. Not big and bulky like the rest of the men, neither was he lanky and thin. His curly long hair was tied messily back with loose strands shaping his youthful face, and his russet-colored skin glowed beneath the moonlight.

He was cute.

It didn’t hit Diamond that she was staring him down, unable to look away when their eyes met. Like some weird mystical force refusing her to look elsewhere until she forcefully ripped away her gaze—way too fast that she gripped Kimi’s arm tighter to steady herself from falling over. Fuck this drink was strong.

Kimi didn’t mind being used as a rest stop since it was her drink she offered. She assured Diamond she was okay and her symptoms were normal, but if something didn’t feel right to alert her immediately. She felt fine for now.

But when glancing back at the guy, supposedly Seth, chills scorned her arms because he looked at Diamond, as if she was the only woman to exist in his world. His surroundings weren’t of his concern.

She looked away again.

Kimi stepped forward when he was within feet. “Seth, you alright? Jacob told me you weren’t feeling—” She was pushed passed and Diamond knew he was standing directly in front of her.

“Um…” She stepped back, unsure what this man wanted and why he stopped directly in front of her when his cousin called for him. “Hi? Can I help you?”

A firm arm slid around Diamond’s back, his hand cupping her chin, brushing his thumb along her glossy lips. Diamond flinched at his heated touch, nearly feverish. He lifted her face to meet his strucken gaze displaying a range of emotions. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, taking in every detail of her face. “I love you already.”

Diamond opened her mouth to protest but was fed her words when the stranger leaned forward to capture her lips. Her pulse quickened when he took a chance to deepen the kiss further when her lips parted in shock. The kiss didn’t have a consistent rhythm. In truth, it was sloppy, possibly due to Diamond struggling to participate against an eager kisser taking everything for himself. Though she wasn’t one to speak.

This was her first official kiss. Minus kissing games back in freshman year in high school that were quick and short due to shyness and not having enough players.

And this stranger stole it.

Diamond quickly came to her senses and lifted both her hands—one filled with the bags of chips—and pushed at his broad chest. He was much stronger than he looked, it was like pushing at a rock. He immediately tore himself off once deciphering her attempt.

“What the fuck is your problem?” There was not one inch of guilt on his face and it pissed her off.

So she slapped him.

Hard.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

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owlphibiaisthebest15 · 3 months ago

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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 · 10 months ago

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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 ago

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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 · 10 months ago

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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.

Some of the creator's notes~

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 · 2 years ago

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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.

read the rest on ao3

#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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msi-obsessive · 5 months ago

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I realized I never did an intro post.. I’d do one using the layout my husband made for his discord server. Plus/Minus a few things. lol

Username most used/Nickname: VictoryFire88/Ray

Age: 36

Location: North Dakota

Favorite TV shows: Quantum Leap ( both versions ) Doctor Who, Steve Universe, Hazbin Hotel and Helluvaboss

Favorite movies: Rock Horror Picture Show, Shocktreatment ( Rock Horror’s less popular sequel ) , Phantom of the Opera ( 2004 version ). 90s Disney Movies, Harry Potter ( but JK rowling can suck ass! )

Favorite games: Omnimusha 2 , a lot of other old PS and PS 2 games. Pokémon as a whole!

Favorite food(s) and drink(s): Chicken Tika Masala, Pizza and flavored Sparkling water

Hobbies: Craft stuff ( mostly greeting cards and polymer clay figures )

Favorite Animal(s): Puffins, Penguins, Crows.. Fuck it.. I like birds! lol

Favorite bands/artists and fave albums:

Listing this one..

1. Green Day-American Idiot and Dookie

2. Fall Out Boy- Infinity on High and Folie A Duex

3. My Chemical Romance- Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge and The Black Parade

4. Good Charlotte- Chronicles of Life and Death ( Death Version ) and Good Morning Revival

5. Avenged Sevenfold- Waken the Fallen and City of Evil

6. Mindless Self Indulgence- Tight/Tighter, Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Awfully Sexy, and IF ( added edit: I also and enjoy both Left Rights albums )

7. Cobra Starship- Viva! La Cobra and Hot Mess

8. Reba - Random songs, not any specific albums

9. Random country songs as a whole.

10. Andrea Baanica - Random songs.

Some random facts about you: Listing again

1. I have three mental disorders ADHD, Autism and Depression

2. I disowned my own mother! Thank god my parents are divorced. Love my dad though.

3. I love supporting artists on youtube. Shout out to Coloring Bliss for all her ( and sometimes her husband )reviews! Plus her cute dog Rose!

4. I’m bi sexual but never had a gf.. Women are too pretty! And demisexual. Sexual attraction without love?! Could never!

5. I don’t identify as any gender ( I’m agendered ) But any pronouns are okay!

That’s it! Sorry that this was so long! lol

Feel free to ask me anything anything you might be curious about.

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choicesmc · 9 months ago

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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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boltedgarlic · 6 months ago

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taglist~

you’ll have to use the search function unfortunately :( i am no longer linking all my tags. if you’re on desktop, my theme should have a search bar!

dated by year

1980 | - | 1994 | - | 1997 | - | 1999 | - | 2002 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023 | 2024 | - | 2039

dated by month

holidays/seasons

locations

alabama / alaska / arkansas / california / connecticut / idaho / illinois / indiana / iowa / kansas / kentucky / louisiana / maryland / missouri / new mexico / new york / north carolina / ohio / oregon / pennsylvania / tennessee / texas / utah / west virgina / wisconsin

animals

pets

art/mediums

artists

Ween

colors

food & drink

characters/licenses/media

interior

exterior/outside

miscellaneous tags

my tags

updated: 09/13/2024

#taglist #long post #my favorite tags are bolded #and will be hyperlinked when i get around to it

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yyokkki · 4 months ago

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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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viceofdionysus · 2 years ago

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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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Raw Ingredients

Updated: 2023/12

As of now, this list is updated with everything found in media released as of Oct 2023.

Like the original, this contains all raw ingredients; edible plants, fruits, legumes, mushrooms, nuts, spices, and vegetables. If known to a specific region it is marked next to the item in parentheses, if it is not, it is either unknown or universally consumed.

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Disclaimer

Though real life plants may be listed here as edible, it is for fictional use only. This is not intended to be used as a reference nor guide for what plants are edible or safe to eat. Please do not use it as such.

Fruits, Mushrooms, Nuts, and Vegetables

Edible Plants

Bark

Fern Fiddlehead (Avvar)

Hops

Lichen (Dwarves)

Black Lichen - Toxic unless properly cooked.

Moss (Dwarves)

Nettle

Pungent Leaves - Unspecified leaves. (Avvar)

Rose (Orlais)

Rose Petals

Rosehips

Stripweed (Tevinter)

Sugar Cane (Orlais, Tevinter, Rivain)

Vine Leaves (Tevinter)

Watercress (Avvar)

Wildflowers

Borage

Chicory

Dandelion

Honeysuckle

Jasmine

Violet

Fruits and Nuts

Apple

Applewood Apples (Orlais)

Golden Apples (Orlais)

Green Apples

Le Pomme Vie et Morte - Apples that grow by the gallows in Val Royeaux. (Orlais)

Red Apples

Windfall Apples

Apricot

Banana

Par Vollen Banana

Rivain Banana

Berry

Blackberry (Ferelden)

Blueberry

Cranberry

Currant

Black Currant

Elderberry (Ferelden)

Raspberry

Strawberry (Ferelden)

Caper (Antiva)

Cherry

Black Cherry

Sour Cherry - unspecified variety(ies)

Sweet Cherry - unspecified variety(ies)

Cocoa/Chocolate (Donarks)

Coconut

Coffee (Antiva)

Date - A purple and red fruit with a pit, it has a sweetness and tangy taste. (Tevinter)

Fig (Tevinter)

Grape

Red Grape (Orlais)

Lemon

Lime

Mango

Nuts

Almond

Chestnut

Pine Nut

Olive

Antivan Olive

Orange (Antiva, Orlais, Tevinter)

Blood Orange (Nevarra)

Passion Fruit (Antiva)

Peach

Pear

Plum

Pomegranate (Tevinter)

Pomegranate Seeds

Grain

Barley

Fereldan Barley

Pot Barley

Oats

Rolled Oats

Rice (Antiva, Rivain)

Ryott (Ferelden)

Wheat

Durum Wheat (Rivain)

Whole Grains

Mushrooms

Deep Mushroom

Field Mushroom

Unspecified Fungus - Used to brew Dwarven ale.

Truffle

Unnamed Glowing Fungus

Wild Mushroom

Vegetables and Legumes

Beans

Bush Beans (Free Marches)

Green Beans (Orlais)

Pale Beans (Orlais)

White Beans (Orlais)

Beet

Cabbage

Carrot

Purple Carrot (Orlais)

White Carrot (Orlais)

Celery

Chickpea (Rivain)

Chive

Corn

Checkered Corn

Golden Corn (Orlais)

Yellow Corn

Cucumber

Eggplant (Antiva, Ferelden)

Fennel (Orlais)

Leek

Lentils

Lettuce

Mustard

Onion

Red Onion (Orlais)

Sweet Onion (Orlais)

White Onion

Pea

Peanut (Antiva, Seheron)

Pepper

Antivan Pepper

Green Pepper

Hot Pepper

Hot Red Pepper

Red Bell Pepper (Rivain)

Sweet Pepper (Orlais)

Potato

Radish

Daikon Radish (Ferelden)

Rhubarb (Ferelden)

Spinach

Squash

Marrow Squash

Pumpkin

String Squash

Tomato

Turnip - aka navet

Turnip Greens

Wild Greens

Yams (Ferelden)

Animal Products

Dairy

Cream

Heavy Cream

Milk

Cow Milk

Goat Milk

Halla Milk

Ram Milk

Soured Milk

Eggs

Caviar

Chicken Egg

Fish and Seafood

Carp

Cod

Crab

Cuttlefish

Eel

Krone

Lamprey

Mackerel

Mussel

Oyster

Prawn

River Herring

Shrimp

Sunfish

Trout

Whitebait

Insects

Cave Beetle (Dwarven)

Giant Spider (Dwarven)

Scorpion

Snail (Avvar)

Wood-burrowing beetle larvae (Dalish)

Meats

Beef

Ox-tongue

Veal

Boar

Bronto (Orzammar)

Cat - mentioned to be eaten in Orlesian alienages by those most desperate (City Elves of Orlais)

Dog - mentioned to be eaten in Orlesian alienages by those most desperate (City Elves of Orlais)

Druffalo

Giant (Tevinter)

Goat

Gurn

Halla

Hare

Hart

Horse

Liver - General name given, animal isn’t specified.

Nug

Pork

Pig’s Feet

Pork Hocks

Pork Saddle

Rabbit

Ram

Rat - mentioned to be eaten in alienages by those most desperate (City Elves of Anderfels, Ferelden)

Sheep

Lamb

Mutton

Venison

Wandering Hills (Anderfels)

Poultry and Reptiles

Bunting

Chicken

Poussin (Chasind)

Deepstalker (Dwarven)

Dove

Dracolisk (Tevinter)

Dragon (Nevarra, Orlais)

Duck

Gurgut (Avvar)

Lurker (Avvar)

Partridge

Pheasant

Phoenix

Pigeon

Quail

Quillback

Swan

Turkey

Varghest

Wyvern (Avvar and Orlais)

Misc.

Dragon Blood (Nevarra)

Druffalo Dung

Honey

Honeycomb

Miscellaneous Ingredients

Baking Ingredients

Ash

Elfroot Ash

Hardwood Ash (Dalish)

Baking Powder

Yeast Cake

Salts

Fine-ground Salt

Rock Salt

Sea Salt

Others

Brine

Clay (Avvar)

Pine Pitch (Alamarri)

Herbs and Spices

Herbs

Basil - Mentioned to be grown in Serault, Orlais.

Dried Basil

Bay Leaf

Catsbane

Elfroot

Elfroot Leaves

Royal Elfroot

Lavender (Orlais)

Mint

Anderfels’s Mint

Foxmint

Peppermint

Oregano

Dried Oregano

Parsley

Prophet’s Laurel

Rosemary

Spindleweed

Verdant Spindleweed

Thyme

Spices

Allspice

Anise

Antivan Cord-seed

Cardamom

Cinnamon (Rivain, Seheron)

Clove

Cumin

Cumin Seed

Deep Mushroom Powder (Orlais and Orzammar)

Dill

Dill Seeds

Eastern Spice - Unnamed

Fennel

Fennel Seeds

Garlic

Ginger

Dried Ginger

Hot Pepper Powder

Hot Red Pepper, Crushed

Juniper

Licorice

Mace

Mustard

Mustard Powder

Mustard Seeds

Nutmeg (Seheron)

Grated Nutmeg

Ground Nutmeg

Pepper

Black Pepper

Peppercorn

Black Peppercorn

Poppyseed

Saffron

Spice Ball - A variety of mixed spices wrapped in a cheesecloth

Star Anise

Vanilla (Rivain)

Sources:

(If you want to find the direct links or page numbers, check out the Wiki's Food and Ingredients page.)

Primary Sources:

Dragon Age: Origins (Base and DLCs) Dragon Age: Awakening Dragon Age 2 (Base and DLCs) Dragon Age: The Last Court Dragon Age: Inquisition (DLCs + Multiplayer)

Books:

Dragon Age Tabletop RPG Core Rulebook Dragon Age Tabletop RPG: Blood in Ferelden Dragon Age Tabletop RPG: Game Master’s Kit: Buried Past World of Thedas Vol. 1 World of Thedas Vol. 2 Dragon Age Official Cookbook: Tastes of Thedas Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne Dragon Age: The Calling Dragon Age: The Masked Empire Dragon Age: Last Flight Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights

Short Stories:

Short Story: Paper and Steel Short Story: Paying the Ferryman

Comics:

Silent Grove Mage Killer Knight Errant Deception

DAO

Codex Entry: Feast Day Fish

Codex Entry: History of Soldier’s Peak: Chapter 3

Codex Entry: In Praise of the Humble Nug

Codex Entry:A Tattered Shopping List

Item: Abyssal Peach

Item: Brandy

Item: Carnal, 8:69 Blessed

Item: Mosswine

Item: Rare Antivan Brandy (Gift)

Item: Sugar Cake

Item: Sun Blonde Vint-1

Item: West Hill Brandy

DAII

Item: Dragon’s Blood

DAI

Codex Entry: On Avvar Cuisine

Codex Entry: Bottles of Thedas

Codex Entry: The City of Starkhaven

Codex Entry: La Pomme Vie et More

Codex Entry: Mad Emperor Reville

Codex Entry: Plant vs. Corpses

Codex Entry: Ram

Codex Entry: A Scholar’s Journal

Codex Entry: Spindleweed

Codex Entry: Surviving the Western Approach

Codex Entry: Waterlogged Diary

Item: Wedge of Destiny

Note: Betta’s Travel Journal

Note: The Gilded Horn’s Drink List

Note: Knight-Captain’s Orders

Note: A Note from the Skyhold Kitchen

Note: The Rusted Horn’s Menu

Note: Scribbled Note

Wartable Mission: Inspire

Wartable Mission: Plant Crystal in Venatori Headquarters

Last Court Cards

Atop the Tower of Lights

The Elegant Abbess

Flames of Freedom

The Glassblowers’ Anger

Go Hunting

Good Neighbor

The Next Course

The Purveyors of Tea

Thieves!

An Unofficial Meeting

The Wyvern is Cornered

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