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junosmindpalace · 2 years

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Hi I'm wondering if your requests are open but can I request a scenario with Ryusui who is constantly rejected by the reader ? & thank you ! XD

okay i absolutely adored this request and went in with the intention of trying to write comedy and accidentally make it slightly angsty??!!! (happy ending though i promise.) admittedly i found this surprisingly challenging to write- i've said before that i'm not very confident with my characterization of ryusui and that's probably pretty evident in this oneshot, but nevertheless i hope you still enjoy!

synopsis: he desires everything, including you--and it makes you nervous.

warnings: manga spoilers!! beware, as i said some angst but happy ending :)

word count: 2.2k

note: it's almost 2am and i reeeallly wanted to get this out so its poorly edited as always. might come back later with a fresh mind

You didn’t know what it would take to get Ryusui off your back.

Before the two of you became friends, you were certain that Ryusui Nanami was one of the most insufferable people you’ve ever met, always on about desire this and desire that. His arrogance infuriated you. ‘How is anyone supposed to work with this guy?’ you would think to yourself. Over time however, you realized that beneath his selfish and sometimes harsh exterior, Ryusui is a caring guy with a lot of ambition and determination who genuinely loves people and what the world has to offer. In some ways, you could relate to his way of thinking, but it didn’t make his overbearing desires and booming voice any less irritating.

The two of you eventually became decent friends through the work you put into building the Perseus, and even closer friends through your adventures together with the rest of the crew. But something you found strange about your relationship with Ryusui was that, even though you disliked him quite a bit when the two of you were mere strangers, he’s always liked you.

This shouldn’t be too weird; as said, Ryusui loves people. No matter who they are or how long he’s known them, Ryusui can always find something to like about someone, which you couldn’t help but respect about him from the beginning. But Ryusui always presented his desires for a person in a way that was seen as admiration and awe of them. While he presented his desire to want you in this way as well, he later also started presenting his desire for you in a romantic way you observed he didn’t desire anyone else.

At some point, Ryusui Nanami realized that he desired you as a romantic partner. What caught you off guard one day was the fact that he told you.

This weird proclamation came from him when you confronted his bold and “special” treatment toward you. He often offered you heaps of Drago for the most trivial things you did, claiming they were worthy of the money he bestowed upon you. He encouraged you to use the money to buy an outfit you had eyed from Senku’s department store or some cotton candy, occasionally even making purchases for you. He’d invite you to bask in his luxuries together, setting up a chair for you beside him with members of the Kingdom of Science feeding and cooling you down after a hard day's work. If there was something you had mentioned you wanted, or hell, even liked or loved, Ryusui would take a mental note of it and look for ways to obtain it. Flowers by a hillside you thought were pretty? A bouquet will show up by your tent. Mumbling out loud about how you could use some fresh tools? An assortment of polished ones will be gifted to you by Ryusui himself. You were confused and taken aback by the sudden affection, and blunt as ever, Ryusui responded “In truth, Y/N, I desire you as my partner, and I want you by my side!”

Ryusui desires the Earth, heavens and seas. He seemingly wants every conceivable item, skill and trait, and he isn’t shy about these bold desires; he never has been. So even though this proclamation was no different than the rest, it still surprised you just the same. He wanted you as a partner?

And so that’s what led to your current dilemma: you didn’t know what it would take to get Ryusui off your back.

You’ve heard from Minami about how Ryusui was rarely seen without the company of a beautiful girl. He was constantly around them and dubbed a playboy by the media before the petrification. No way he’s loyal.

“What can I tell you; I love everyone! But in this day and age, I love you, and only you--romantically.”

Sure, you two knew each other a fair amount, but you’ve still only just met. Plus, you have an important mission ahead of the two of you. Won’t a relationship interfere with that?

“Then let me get to know you more, Y/N. I want you to be mine. No journey or grueling mission will change that.”

And when Ryusui Nanami desires something, he’s determined to obtain it or make it come to fruition. But you were still reluctant, and so you turned him down.

Every attempt at flirting was shut down, every date offer was rejected, and gifts were either politely returned or hesitantly kept because of Ryusui's insistence. All these failures would surely have the average person give it up and get over the rejection. But this was Ryusui Nanami, and he was confident that you just needed time to come around.

With the help of Francois, Ryusui went full out trying to win you over. He asked Francois to make you your favorite foods, he complimented you frequently, whether it was your appearance, a thought you shared or something you did, and in small ways looked after you.

There were many times when you really were in awe of him. He always did his best to look out for you, in and out battle, sometimes even preventing you from sustaining major injuries or helping you recuperate after you take on too much work.

But then he’d open his mouth and say something like “after all this is done, we should wind down in my quarters” and you’d scoff and move away from him while he'd either laugh or stare at you with a small frown. When you’re struggling with something, he’s always quick to be the first one to come to your aid, and yeah, you notice how he takes every chance he gets to stand obnoxiously close to you.

However, Ryusui never takes his antics too far. As soon as you shoot him a dirty look, he's inches away from you and putting his hands up in mock surrender. He’s not focusing all his attention on trying to win you over; after all, you two are a part of the Perseus crew for good reason. But any chance Ryusui gets to charm you, he’ll take.

“I clean up nice, am I wrong, Y/N?”

When it came down to deciding what route to take to America, while you understood the realistic approach Ryusui wanted to take, you agreed with Senku’s more logical plan of action. What you didn’t expect was a game of poker to be initiated in order to decide who’s plan will be executed.

“I’m hurt you’re siding with Senku on this one, but you’ll thank me for saving you from the burden of Senku’s route once I win.” Ryusui seemed to have the utmost confidence that he’d reign victorious with Gen Asagiri, the master of trickery and deceit, on his side, but you had to suppress your smile when his jaw dropped as Kohaku seated herself beside Senku. With Kohaku’s sharp eyes, she’d be able to spot and put a stop to any dirty moves Gen tries to pull. A tense game ensued, and your gaze shifted between eyeing Ryusui and Gen’s wicked grins and Senku and Kohaku’s skeptical expressions. In the end, as you had predicted, Senku had won the game, which meant that his plan would be put to action. As cheers erupted from the crew watching and money was tossed around in the air from the bets made beforehand, Ryusui reluctantly turned his head toward you, and you had to muffle your laughter behind your hand upon seeing his dumbfounded expression as you rolled your eyes and left the riot.

You were surprised to hear that Ryusui’s shock and disappointment wore off quick after revealing that he and Francois had opened a casino for the entire crew to enjoy, which didn’t sound awful to you. The formal attire worn while playing poker inspired you to dress up a little for a fun night with your friends. How long had it been since you’ve had some modern fun?

You sat by Bar Francois in formal wear that you and a couple members of the crew had bought from Yuzuriha before you left for your trip, laughing at the retelling of fond memories from the pre-petrification world and sipping on your drink every once in a while. It was the most calm and at home you felt in a long while, and you were silently grateful to the eccentric captain for the work he put into making the casino. When the conversation died down a little, Nikki, who was one of the people you had talked to about your situation with the sailor, shifted her gaze toward someone in the middle of the room. “Uh oh. Lover boy looks like he wants to make a move.”

Your eyes followed Nikki’s gaze and you were suddenly met with Ryusui’s widened brown ones shining under the moonlight. For a moment, there was no movement from either one of you, but then Ryusui swallowed and made a slow beeline for you. Nikki quickly turned away when you nudged her for the inappropriate nickname. “Look, I completely understand why you keep turning him down but…who knows. Maybe a date won’t be so bad.”

And with that, she excused herself and walked off.

Ryusui had asked if the two of you could roam around the ship, away from everyone else, and you agreed, the exhaustion from the eventful night slowly catching up to you. Ryusui’s hands were clasped behind his back as he made conservation, taking into account your exhaustion and making sure you didn’t need to give him any lengthy responses to any of his comments or questions.

Throughout the slightly one-sided conversation, Ryusui teased and flirted, as he always managed to do with you, and as you picked up on each charm attempt, you thought back to what Nikki had told you earlier that evening. “Maybe a date wouldn’t be so bad…”

“I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself in the casino. You look beautiful, as you always do, but seeing you in formal attire was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps next time you dress up will be for a date in my quarters?”

You sighed deeply. This offer was unlike so many others Ryusui made. It wasn’t upfront and in your face, it wasn’t loud or grand. Hell, it almost seemed shy or- no- hopeful. You were staring down at Ryusui’s shoes, the confliction you felt evident on your face. Suddenly, you couldn’t hear the heels of Ryusui’s shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he walked alongside you. You stopped and turned around to see the captain with his head down.

“Ryusui, I…”

“I’m…sorry if I’ve forced you into a corner, Y/N. I never meant for my persistence to be overwhelming, I guess I didn’t expect to like you this much.” He laughed humourlessly staring at the ground, his hands still behind his back. You couldn’t find the words to consolidate him. You had never seen him so down.

But then he suddenly turned his head to look up at you and slowly started approaching you.

“Just one chance, Y/N,” one step. Two.

“I promise you,” another step.

“I won’t be wasting your time.”

He took one final step so he was standing directly in front of you. For a second, all the two of you did, could do, was stare at each other, your tired eyes examining Ryusui’s glimmering, hopeful ones. And then, without breaking eye contact, Ryusui pulls out a small bouquet of flowers. Ones you had seen on Treasure Island, which seemed to be preserved surprisingly well. You think you remember commenting on their beauty on one of your expeditions.

Up until tonight, Ryusui’s gestures have never been something you thought too deeply about; at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself. But now, Ryusui has confronted you with a billion percent seriousness. Maybe it was something about his flamboyant nature that made you uneasy and reluctant to even consider the possibility of being something more with him. Maybe it’s why you shoved down your thoughts and feelings, let your fears surface and become easy ways to excuse yourself. After all, you had plenty of those with the circumstances you two were in.

Was he getting discouraged? Would this be his final attempt at winning you over? Knowing Ryusui, probably not. He seemed determined, but looking closer you could see his shoulders sagging, the grip on the flowers loose, as if he was sad. His face didn’t carry his usual boyish grin or dazzling smile. Only furrowed brows and a small frown. Admittedly, all you could really think was ‘is he serious?’ and stare in confusion.

Ryusui’s eyes slowly trailed down to the flowers, and a dull ache spread over your heart started upon seeing his face slowly contort into one of disappointment. Maybe a date wouldn’t be so bad.

And so as Ryusui was about to tell you that he wouldn’t give up on you, he heard you sigh and felt your fingers brush over his, watching you take the bouquet from his hands. His head jutted forward, and his mouth morphed into an “o” as his eyes found yours again, widening when you gave him a small smile.

“Oh, what the hell. So, dinner in your quarters, huh?”

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pixel-percy · 4 months

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☕ Matthew Murdock's favorite barista happens to be his next-door neighbor & is now his girlfriend. They just can't get enough of each other. ☕

☕ Word Count: 1.4k ☕ Music Vibes: Seven by Jung Kook (feat. Latto) ☕ Warning(s): Smut (bj), sewing a wound, & mentioned blood ☕ A/N: Some light hurt/comfort because how could I not~ Also, normalizing spitting because not everyone has the capacity to swallow and it's okay if you don't fucking want to. That's that.

Tuesday

Matt sucked a breath through his teeth, a hissing sound prompted by the way the needle you held moved through a particularly tough part of his shoulder.

“Sorry, almost done,” you assured him.

“It’s fine,” he said. “More surprised that I felt it. Pain doesn’t really bother me.”

“So I’ve noticed,” you responded, trying to hide the tinge of worry behind a flirtatious tone. He chuckled, a small thing, and gripped the edge of the bed. Moments of silence passed between the two of you, the ebb and flow of the needle and thread keeping your attention focused.

This wasn’t the first time you’d done this for him in the last month—hell you hadn’t even known how to do it right that time without his directions—but you found your pokes more purposeful.

Ninja sword was the flavor of the night apparently, cut clean through his suit and hit his shoulder. Seeing him hurt twisted up your insides every time. He knew. In fact, he protested coming to you with his wounds in the beginning but your protests to the contrary were just a bit more convincing. You could trust each other and that was that.

“Your hands are steadier,” he whispered. A smile crept to the corners of your lips, appreciating the praise.

“I forget you can always tell.”

“Tell what?”

“How I’m feeling,” you said. “Even when I’m putting on a brave face.”

Matt breathed out another bubble of laughter, turning his head a bit so you could see his smile. In a way, it was comforting to know that he could tell what you were feeling most, if not all, of the time. Communicating feelings with a partner was always a struggle and, while obviously not perfect, this entire relationship was amongst the easier ones you’d dealt with. Horns and all.

“Alright,” you said, finishing up the stitches. “Done.”

Matt groaned in relief and straightened up his posture, winding his shoulders a little bit to release some of the pressure that had built up. You tucked the materials you’d been using back into the First Aid kit, gathering those with blood to be disposed of, and placed the kit back next to your bed. It was useless to place it anywhere else nowadays.

Your apartment was dark when you crossed the living room and into your open kitchen. The little bit of moonlight you were privy to and the light from your bedroom lit the way toward the trash can where you dumped all of the blood-covered items and such. With a quick scrub of your hands, you grabbed a glass of water for Matt and made your way back to the bedroom.

Matt was still at the edge of the bed when you returned. The top of his briefs peeked out of the top pants, which had been undone for a bit now, and when you approached an endearing smile crossed his lips. Even through your worry and want to care for him, the attraction you felt for this man was winning out again. You approached, stopping just in front of him, and offered the glass to him.

“Thank you,” he said, fingers grazing yours as he obliged and took a long sip. You couldn’t help but watch the way a loose drop trickled down his five o’clock shadow, down his throat, and settled on his collarbone.

“Anytime,” you said, voice soft and fond, hand on the crook of his neck now, playing with the hair at the base. Matt’s hand found the back of your thigh, the roughness of his skin pressing into yours, urging you closer. You obliged and he placed the glass down on the nightstand before his other hand found a parallel position on your other thigh. “Can I do anything else for you, Mister Daredevil?”

He chuckled at the nickname, your playful tone, and his hands slid up until they were settled just under your shorts. You stepped closer to him, knee rubbing semi-unintentionally against his bulge—finding him growing harder and harder by the second. Seemed he was feeling the same as you. He placed his chin at the top of your stomach, head angled upwards, and you couldn’t help but give his cheek an affectionate scratch.

“I think I just need to relax,” he muttered. Your hand moved from his cheek and up through his hair, tugging it ever so slightly. You were rewarded with a content little moan that you felt through your old tee shirt against your stomach where his neck had settled.

“I can help with that,” you assured.

“Can you?” he asked, intrigue prominent in his words. “You don’t have to.” You felt the sincerity in that statement, you knew it to be true, but it just made you want to do it more. Your head bent down so that your lips hovered just above his, skin touching for the briefest of seconds.

“But I want to,” you breathed and closed the space between you. It was sensual and deep. This time you both released a groan, Matt’s fingers digging even rougher into your thighs. You pulled away, a little reluctantly, and noticed how he chased after your lips, eyes fluttering open.

You lowered yourself until his hands moved to his knees and you were on yours. One of Matt’s eyebrows raised but he didn’t oppose.

“So this is what you meant,” he said softly.

“What’d you think I meant?”

“I dunno, maybe a bath?” he teased.

“Maybe after,” you said with a smile. “Now, relax.”

And he did just that. Matt leaned back, hands on the sheets behind him, and allowed you access to him. You grabbed the waistband of his pants, tactical material rigid as you tugged it down with his briefs, lifting himself a bit like you had the day prior. Before long he was free, erection before your eyes and waiting for the attention you were promising.

You maneuvered yourself to the perfect place between his legs, elbows resting on his muscular thighs, and took him in your hands. Matt’s breath hitched for a moment, invested in every movement you made.

You leaned forward, gathering the saliva building in your mouth and letting it fall onto the tip. You placed both hands around his shaft to work the liquid around it, his whimpers getting caught in his throat. When you were satisfied, you gently wrapped your lips around his tip, tongue teasing the underside.

Matt moaned—a drawn-out sound that spurned you on. He was a vocal lover, one of your favorite things about him, and it always made you feel confident in the way you took care of him. Despite the frustrations of being the partner of a part-time vigilante, watching him come undone by your tongue felt good —proud to stoke the fire of Hell’s Kitchen’s personal devil in your mouth. Revitalized.

You found your rhythm, a steady motion of your hands, mouth, tongue, breaths… and Matt was coming undone. His hand found your head but didn’t push, using it as an anchor to the world if you had to guess, fingers intertwined with your hair. Moans rolled off his tongue and settled in the air of your apartment. It wasn’t the loudest either of you had been but it wasn’t the quietest either.

“Louder,” you managed before sliding your mouth over the head of his cock again. He huffed, a sound he probably meant as a laugh, that transformed into a loud drawn-out moan that cascaded over your body. It made you shiver. He was getting close.

“Angel,” he rasped, pet name tumbling off his tongue.

“Mmhmm,” you answered, mouth not leaving him. Your tongue swirled and worked its way around the tip, shaft, and underside. There was a small stutter from him, an indication, and you readied yourself.

The tension in Matt’s body released all at once, coating your tongue and filling up your mouth. He fell back onto the bed when you released him, breaths heavy and staggered. You got to your feet, mouth full, and made your way to the bathroom.

You spat the viscous liquid into the running water of the sink, took a few swigs from the tap to rinse, and grabbed a nearby towel. The water streamed onto the material, warm, and you wrung it out a little before exiting.

“Well…” he said. “I’m much more relaxed now.” You chuckled and approached him with the towel. He gently took it from you.

“Good,” you said and laid down next to him. A few moments passed, quiet yet intimate, your fingers running along the bare skin of his arm just for some contact. You turned your head to him and examined his features, eyes closed, small beads of sweat on his forehead.

“So,” he whispered, head tilting toward you. “That bath still on the table for us?”

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New Marshall Merchandise #57... or #32... or #29, I've Lost Count!

You know, I started posting these updates a few years ago, back when many of my followers were curious about anything I added to my collection. Some of them have gone quiet, possibly moved on or lost interest in PAW Patrol. I'm not sure if my current followers have any interest in these updates. At this point, I just post about these now because I enjoy showing off new items of my favorite character. 😇

And new items, I indeed have! Many of these I've collected over the last month or two, as finding new items hasn't exactly been too easy lately. Most major stores are still selling Jungle Pups and Mighty Movie toys, so hopefully anything new will pop up soon enough. Despite that, I have managed to find a few interesting things!

I first found out about this little figurine when it popped up on Ebay, but nobody would sell it without the other pups (Chase, Skye and Rubble... sadly, no Rocky or Zuma). Someone on Twitter told me they seen some at a Dollar Tree, so of course, I tried checking all the stores I have near me. It took a while, but one finally got some in! Best of all, it's only $1.25, so that's cool!

Hey, you know what else is cool?

Accidentally finding another piece of merchandise I didn't expect to see! I'd actually seen one of these on Ebay earlier the same day, but I thought it was a part of some set. Much to my surprise, Dollar Tree also had it, and also for $1.25. It's not the most impressive of the bath squirters I own, but I'm still happy to add it to my collection!

Ha, look at the label! Chase, Marshall, Skye... and Zuma! Well, it makes sense, given he's the water pup, but I still didn't expect that. Nice to see him on a label for once. :)

I'd actually seen pictures of these online a few times over the years, although they were typically branded as Christmas candy. I never could find any at the stores near me, but then a friend said she seen some at Walgreens. I searched around and finally found one... the last one they had left, in fact! Score! And yeah, I likely won't eat it... it'll sit in my collection along with that other Easter candy I got. lol

...huh, I just noticed it's cracked around the neck. I don't think it was like that when I bought it. Guess I somehow did that. Oops... but it still looks cool, right? Maybe I can find one to replace it when they show up again next year... if they show up again next year. 😅

I seen this at a garage sale for $1. How could I say no? Besides, just look at Marshall on this thing! Too cute, as always! 🥰

Actually, this was yet another lucky find, since I've seen these on Ebay for like $10 (with $5 shipping or so). The fact it's practically in perfect condition is also quite awesome. Living in a small town has it perks!

Last, and it's the priciest item today. I seen this while helping my folks with their shopping at Walmart. They had a few, but they were all Marshall. I wasn't going to get one at first, due to just how big it is, but my mother knows I collect practically anything of Marshall, so she bought it for me. Indeed, I'm already having trouble finding a spot for it, but no doubt I will... eventually... along with the other items on my table. Remember my last few updates? Yeah... most of those items are still sitting there, too. I'm running out of room! lol

That's all for now! I actually do have a few more items coming in the mail, so I'll have a few more things to show off soon enough... Valentines plush dolls, in fact. Ones I expected my local Walmart to get, but they never did. Otherwise, a friend of mine in the UK has offered to send me something I believe is only being sold in her country, so I'll get to add another imported item to my collection soon! I always love doing that, so I'm looking forward to getting it!

As for the Rescue Wheels toys, I've no idea when they'll show up. Maybe in June? July? Whenever the USA finally puts the episodes on their schedule. Now that I think about it, they'll probably be the last toys based on the original designs, huh? All future merch will likely use the new style. We better enjoy it while it lasts, I suppose.

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themidlibrary · 2 years

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𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗒, 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝖼𝖾 & 𝖽𝖾𝗎𝖼𝖾 + ❝ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝖺v𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅f𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽❞

@honey-milk-depresso thank you for continuing to make content here even with all these things happening, you are amazing and I admire you so much <3

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

• he would never openly admit that he lives for his sweets, although this fact is public knowledge, heartslabyul's students are just smart enough not to tease him about it.

• his mother had always argued that sweets were poison to healthy and skillful minds, not allowing him to eat them or be around them.

• but that didn't stop him from enjoying strawberry tarts — they were still kids, trey had tried out a new recipe, letting others prove and tell their opinions, Upon feeling the sweet texture in his mouth after the first bite, riddle's love for those pies and eventually other desserts was instantaneous.

• his chest warms up when you remember his favorite sweets, even though he doesn't have as much cooking prowess as you or trey, he goes out of his way to help you cook; please be patient with riddle, even if he is following the steps to the letter and demanding that you do the same, he only has good intentions.

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

• you and trey are responsible for desserts during dorm parties and events — just as you take responsibility for nurturing heartslabyul students, it is not uncommon for you to be called parents by some students.

• his parents owned one of the most popular bakeries in queendom of roses, second only to the family bakery whose clover family ran, everyone expected some kind of rivalry between you.

• but to everyone's surprise, you and trey became friends and shared good times as well as sweets that each other's family made.

• you exchange recipes and taste each other's food, something that proves advantageous at the beginning of the friendship and when you start dating, it shows itself as a language of love; you are as sweet as the desserts you cook.

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃

• he finds any kind of sweets you make adorable, especially those more thematic and elaborate, certainly his works are in his stories often; if you don't feel comfortable seeing him do that, cater will not post pictures, but will still mention you in some posts, talking about how good your sweets are.

• you were friends a few months ago when you found him crying in a corner, even though he tried to hide his swollen eyes and said there was nothing wrong, it was obvious that he was not well; to his surprise, you not only asked what happened, but you also offered him a piece of pie — That little action made cater look at you with new eyes, he felt his face heat up and his heart skip a beat when he saw you.

• you always tend to make sweets when he's down, offering them in an attempt to cater better and it always works, he feels so dear and loved by you, even crying at times.

• when you guys started dating, you got into the habit of making him little lunch boxes of sweets at every opportunity possible.

• he's not good at cooking, so he won't help you in the kitchen, content to watch you and ask how sweets are made out of curiosity

𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀

• ace is the one who shows appreciation for his sweets through jokes and trying to try all the recipes you make, in addition to storing leftovers as if it were one of the most important items in his life.

• at every opportunity he can, he will be by your side, regardless of whether or not they understand what you're saying about your recipes, they'll be keeping you company.

• he will be joking that you could become an excellent housewife, but deep down, the thought of being welcomed home with you in an apron makes your heart skip a beat.

• he helps you in the kitchen, though he never openly admits he's not the best at it.

• It's best to hope that at least one frosting fight happens while you're in the kitchen, but don't worry, in the end he will be helping you clean and that moment will become an inside joke between you.

𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄

• deuce feels so lucky to have a girlfriend like you, besides cooking you are kind, compassionate and patient, literally anyone's dream come true.

• how are you used to cooking for the first few years, you gave him a piece of pie after he entered the dorm — you could say he fell in love with you at first sight.

• he basked in her personality and every little display of affection, it wasn't a big surprise to anyone when you and he started dating.

• you got into the habit of separating a part of the sweets you make to give to your boyfriend, it's satisfying to see your face redden and see the attempts to thank you.

• he prides himself on knowing the basics in the kitchen and helping you cook when needed, the boy's chest fills with a good feeling when he tastes a sweet you made; he will always be there for you if you need it, it's the least that deuce can do as his boyfriend.

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bucci-cookies · 2 years

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Zeppole and Mango Smoothies

Here is another commission I did! Bruno takes the reader on a date to a cute seaside cafe :)

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The radio played softly in the background, slightly hidden by the clinking and chiming from cutlery on plates. The cafe’s volume had fluctuated all day as people gathered in waves, taking breaks from the warm beach just a stone's throw away. Presently, there was only an old man near the front, rustling today's paper, and a group of teenagers sitting by the long table.

It was a cute little place Il Banchiere Pasticceria, what was once a busy bank near the beach, was now renovated into a quaint cafe. It oozed homely energy, from the soft browns and creams on the walls to the comfy furniture one might find in their living room. Potted plants lined the windowsills, giving rise to various plants with luscious green bodies and vibrant petals. Bruno never struck you as the kind of person to be found here. While he never acted like he was “bigger” than places like this, despite the rumours of a lavish lifestyle, you were still surprised when he posed the quiet cafe as your next date. You both sat in the corner by the large window, on a dark brown loveseat with a low oak table between you and the opposite loveseat. You leaned your head on Bruno’s shoulder as he held the small cream-coloured menu for you both to read.

"Do you know what you want to order?" Bruno asked, his thumb grazing your knee gently. "The zeppole is delicious." He pointed to the fried dough delicacy on the menu. You had never had it before and the range of delicious fillings caught your eye.

You hummed to yourself as you gave the menu a second skim read. You eyed the pastries and savoury meals, trying to decide which route to go down. "Not yet. What are you getting?"

"I love their crab cakes," Bruno replied, tapping the option on his menu. “One of the benefits of having a cafe so close to the water is the easy access to fresh fish.” He turned to look out of the window, watching the sea splash lightly against the sandy shore.

Freshly cooked crab did sound lovely, especially since it received the praise of your fishing enthusiast partner. You turned back to the menu, glossing over the wraps, paninis, cakes and coffees, overwhelmed by the magnitude of choices. You and Bruno had always split the bill on dates, either directly in half or paying for what you ate separately. However, along with the surprising date to a small cafe in the suburbs, he had also offered to cover the bill for both of you. While you were grateful for his generosity, you didn’t want to take advantage of his kind offer, you told yourself you would limit the items you got.

“What if we mix it up? Get things from different sections?” Bruno suggested, pinching your cheeks and pulling you out of your thoughts. “In as much as you look so cute trying to pick, I think I should open up the options and let you try as much as you want, after all, it is my treat and I want you to like it here.” Bruno’s hand returned to your knee as his index finger drew small circles on it.

“Are you sure? I know you said you’re happy to pay but-”

“This place means a lot to me, I would rather treat you here.” He cut you off with a soft smile, plush lips pressed together. Why was he so adorable when he made that face? His head cocked to the side making his bangs fall slightly, and his lively blue eyes had a childlike tint to them. You just couldn’t go against him. “Y/n…” He dragged your name out so sweetly that you felt butterflies in your stomach.

When you sighed and sunk into the seat, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. He gave a cheerful, victorious grin before kissing your cheek. He got up to order from the counter, the fact that he took longer than a minute to place the order made you concerned.

With a wide grin, he found himself back by your side, eagerly holding your hand in his. “Don’t worry, I didn’t go overboard.” He bumped his shoulder against yours.

Shortly after, a waitress came to the table with four small plates on a large black tray, one with crab cakes, another with what seemed to be zeppole, the third had a slice of pineapple upside-down cake while the fourth had lobster paninis. Steam rose from the hot dishes with an exquisite aroma you had never experienced before. The rumbling of your stomach reminded you that you hadn’t eaten in a while.

“I’m so sorry, I forgot about drinks! Are you thirsty?” Bruno exclaimed, pressing his cheeks with his hands. He had the cutest puppy dog eyes like he had committed a grave sin by not asking if you needed a drink.

“Don’t worry we can get drinks later.” You held his hands and squeezed them gently. “I’m far more hungry than I am thirsty.” You used the side of your fork to cut open one of the crab cakes and bring a piece to your mouth.

He watched your lips as you chewed on the seafood meal. “What do you think?” Bruno asked with eager eyes.

You let out a loud groan of satisfaction. “I have never tasted crabcakes as good as this!”

“I told you they were good.” He gave a proud smirk before having a taste of it himself. Even though he came to this cafe so often, it seemed like the delectability of these meals still surprised him every time.

The music changed to something more soothing, Arrivederci Roma by Dean Martin. As a new wave of customers approached the front doors, Bruno used this as an opportunity to quickly order drinks.

You watched as a flock of kids rushed in with their parents in tow, fidgeting in a line behind Bruno as he placed his order. Despite the noise from the new guests, you could still make out the song, hidden under the layers of noise, and focussed on its calming aura.

It didn’t take long for Bruno to return with two mango smoothies in hand, placing them both on the table. “How has work been?” Bruno asked, sitting back down. His voice was gentle and laced with a hint of concern. “I hope you’ve had some time to rest.”

Your lack of response, along with the way your eyes darted to the side as you rubbed the back of your neck made his expression turn more serious.

“You should try to get at least some sleep. Are you eating properly?”

“I'm trying.” You shrugged your shoulders artlessly.

He exhaled deeply. “I know you are, but I don’t want you to work yourself to the bone.” His hand slipped to your waist as he shifted closer to you and ducked down to your ear. “But I hope you know how proud I am of you.”

“Bruno…” Your cheeks flared up at his praise. While it's expected for people in relationships to have such respect and love for each other, something about Bruno made getting this compliment to feel even greater than he probably intended. Maybe it was the way he whispered in your ear, or how his hand fit perfectly on your waist, but you just felt so peaceful and joyous at this moment.

“What?” Bruno snickered, noticing how bashful your expression was. “You know how proud I am of you, Bella? Having someone so intelligent and hardworking as my partner?” He pulled you into a tight embrace, nearly forcing the air out of your lungs as he kissed your forehead. “I feel like the luckiest person alive.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes at his enthusiasm. “You're so embarrassing, Bruno!”

You pulled away slowly before sinking into the seat, hands wrapped around Bruno’s arm. “So what about you? How have you been doing?” Bruno’s double life wasn’t unknown to you, and he at least tried to keep you in the loop on things, choosing to spare you from the more grizzly details that you were better off not knowing.

“Come here.” He beamed, tilting your head up for a kiss. Bruno was never the type to take part in public displays of affection, so having him kiss you, surrounded by strangers made your heart race.

“I’ve been okay…as good as I can be.” He shot you a quick smile before kissing your forehead. “I have more time to myself now, which means I can spend more time with you.” The past couple of weeks had been a bit hectic, with Bruno being more secretive than usual. The fact that you lived separately didn’t help with communication.

“Well, I’m very grateful for that.”

The new wave of customers had fully settled down now, taking over the long table and the rest of the seats, the new layer of noise almost completely blocking out the music. You and Bruno tucked into the rest of your meals, sipping happily on your tropical drinks as you talked about anything and everything new that had happened since the last time you properly saw each other. As the crowd began to whittle down, Bruno noticed how most of the beach-goers had started to pack up.

“Bella,” He turned to you, “How about we go for a walk?” He clutched your hand, leading you towards the shore, taking in the fresh air that danced along his skin.

“I love coming down here.” You sighed, watching the footprints you made in the sand. “We’re so lucky to live somewhere near the water.”

Bruno didn’t respond, instead, you found him crouching near a small pile of sand, holding something in his hands. “Here!” He beamed, handing you a seashell.

It was small and white, with pink wisps along its body. “Bruno, this is so cute.” You examined the shell closely, it was slightly chipped, and its colour was fading a little, but it was still so beautiful.

You continued your previous conversations, arm in arm you strolled down the beach. Some children scurried past you, playing with water guns, while their parents shouted from far, telling them to slow down before they hurt themselves. The casino and arcade were still open, and the cheers of winners were heard, along with the spinning of various cash machines.

As much as you were enjoying this pleasant walk down the beach, the heat was beating down on you, you could already feel sweat clinging to your body.

“I think I’ll faint if I stay under this sun anymore.” You laughed, using your hand to shield your eyes from the sun so you could look up at your partner. He paused with a shy expression on his face before responding.

"How would you feel about coming over to mine?" Bruno asked, squeezing your hand slightly. This was not the first time you had gone round to his, so it was quite unusual of him to be so shy.

You giggled before squeezing his hand back. "I would love to."

The ride back to his was quiet, save for the wind blowing gently through the window, cooling down your warm skin. Despite it being well into the evening, the sun still shone as bright as ever. You watched as people cycled down the roads in shorts and tank tops, soaking in the summer heat of Naples, while a line of kids stood by an ice-cream van, waiting impatiently for something to cool them down. Restaurants and shops were open a little later than usual, taking advantage of the masses out enjoying the summer weather, their doors wide open and exuding unique scents and lively music into the streets.

The windows were down, causing a cool breeze to fill the car and soothe your warm skin a little, allowing you to relax into the comfortable seats of Bruno’s car. The drive was short but sweet so you were soon at your next destination.

It was times like this that you were grateful for the air conditioning unit set up in his home; otherwise, the thought of cuddling him on the sofa, like you were now, would be impossible.

You sat across his lap, tucking your head in the crook of his neck as he flicked through the TV channels.

At first, you settled on a cooking show, then a game show, then a sitcom, before eventually giving up after realising that no matter what was on TV you both just ended up conversing and blocking out whatever was on the screen.

"Thank you for coming out with me today," Bruno whispered, tracing circles with his finger on your back. "It means a lot to me that you came." Bruno never told you this, but he had never brought anyone to that cafe before, not friends nor previous girlfriends, this was something he felt he could share with only you.

"Well, I'm glad you invited me." You beamed, snuggling into his torso. Bruno was thankful that you faced away from him, lest you saw the rosiness of his cheeks. "We should go again."

There was a question that had been on your mind throughout the day, nothing serious, but something in your gut told you that it might be very personal to Bruno. “I didn’t know you liked cafes like that, is there any reason you wanted to come here?”

Bruno’s hand stopped caressing your back, you could almost feel his jaw clench.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push anything sensitive!”

“No, Bella…” He exhaled deeply, leaning his head against yours. "My parents used to go there a lot."

"Oh."

Bruno hadn’t told you much about his childhood. All you knew was that his parents separated when he was young, and his father passed away when he was 17. You never pushed him to explain anything more.

"They met there and we would go every weekend.” His hand moved to your thigh, squeezing it gently. “At least you know why I was desperate to make you like it.” He chuckled awkwardly, you could hear the lump in his throat.

Bruno’s mother was still a student, while his father was a trainee fisherman. They came from two different walks of life but were so strongly connected, there were things only the two of them could understand, more than their own families. His mother, Clara, asked out his father, Paolo, knowing fully well that he would be too reserved to confess his crush to her. It became their routine to visit that cafe, no matter how busy, stressed or tired they were. It seemed like all their troubles would melt away the moment they found themselves in each other’s arms.

A heavy silence filled the room as Bruno bit his lip and stared at the television screen.

"I think that’s sweet,” You whispered, trying to lift the mood. “It's such a cute cafe. I love being near the water and the food was amazing.”

He smirked and wrapped his arms around your body. “Did you? I hope I didn’t force you to like it.” In the pit of his stomach, he wished he never said anything about the cafe and his past with it, worried that he was tricking you into liking it.

“Of course, not Bruno. I think we both know that you can’t force me to do anything.” You hugged him back, letting his hands slip down to your hips.

“I guess you’re right.” Your heart warmed at his response, you were glad the tension had weakened slightly.

“Were there other things you did together?”

Bruno hummed to himself, tilting his head to the side as he recalled his childhood memories. "My dad loved golf." He chirped, making you look up from his neck. "I was so awful at it I wondered if he would just abandon me at the range." He face-palmed himself in embarrassment as he remembered how he couldn’t hold the clubs properly, not even considering his weak, poorly coordinated swing.

"I'm sure you weren't that bad!" You laughed, placing a hand on his chest and pushing your body off his so you could face him properly. You knew Bruno’s father was a fisherman, and Bruno grew up learning the tricks of the trade, but you never expected him to have a history of golf.

"No, I was. I was absolutely terrible, but being there with him was so much fun." Bruno adored his father more than anyone else, but for someone who he loved so much, he rarely spoke about him. You didn’t blame him, people deal with loss differently, Bruno fell on the quieter side of the spectrum, keeping those fond memories close to his heart, away from nosy people.

His father spent his Sundays at the range, quietly practising, using the time to clear his mind of any stress obtained during the week. From the moment Bruno was old enough to hold a club, he started begging his father to take him to the range, clutching his shirt and running to hide in the car before he could stop him. Paolo complied and would take Bruno out as often as possible. The only issue was that Bruno, as expected, would get tired and fall asleep quite quickly, waking up back in his bed or sometimes on the car ride home.

When his father’s stitches reopened and got infected, he could barely walk, talk less of going down to the docks to fish or practising at the range. The only thing that Bruno could do was sit by his bed, talk to him, and try to pretend like everything was okay, just enough to get them through this.

Bruno didn’t resent any of his memories, he didn’t feel sad for not staying awake during practices. As he got older and learnt more about how others lived through these situations, he found a certain joy in his heart. He was thankful that he was able to spend so much time with his father, and that even in his last moments, he knew how much Bruno loved him, and vice versa.

You could feel Bruno’s leg bounce lightly. It was like he wanted to open up, but didn’t know how to.

"Did you ever do stuff like that with your mother?" You asked innocently, tucking some of his hair behind his ear as you focused on his eyes.

"Baking, I made my first cake with her, a pineapple upside down cake." He smiled, looking down.

That explains his choice of cake today.

"You have to make it again!" You replied enthusiastically. The cake you had today tasted incredible, you’re a hundred percent sure that making it yourselves would be even better.

Bruno didn’t respond at first, he simply pulled you back into his body with you facing downwards so you couldn’t see his eyes. "Maybe that could be our next date."

"I’d love that." You wish you could have ignored the slight break in his voice, or how his fingers dug into your back as he swallowed uncomfortably. You held the side of his neck, feeling how hot his skin was. "Are you okay Bruno?"

"Yes, I'm fine." His breath was shaky.

"I’m sorry if I’ve made you upset by bringing this up, you don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to, but if you do I’d love to listen.” You pressed soft kisses on his neck, a small gesture of affection.

“Don’t apologise to me, Bella, how could you make me upset?” He scoffed, holding back the tears that threatened to spill out. “I do have one particular memory…my parent’s anniversary, I ended up third-wheeling them at the restaurant because the babysitter cancelled.”

You snickered to yourself as you imagined a little Bruno, wedged between his well-dressed parents in a fancy restaurant. It's as if your light-heartedness made it easier for him to keep talking.

“My mother let me dance with her, I stood on her feet and she let me have the entire song.” A smile crept onto his face as he recalled the memory. His mother wore the most beautiful red dress he had ever seen, while his father wore a casual black suit. Everyone else in the main hall turned to look at the mother and son duo, some gasping at how beautiful his mother looked, while others whispered about how cute Bruno was, jumping around and struggling to move in time with his mother.

The thought of a young Bruno with rosy cheeks and big eyes, tugging his mother’s dress and wrapping his small fist around her fingers as he tried his best to follow the music with her was such a pure image. Your calm, collected, mature partner in such an innocent, playful setting was something you would love to see.

“That sounds adorable, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance before.”

“Good! I’m horrible at it.” His blunt response paired with the pout on his face made you chortle.

“Well, now I have to see it.” You brought your phone out of your pocket and opened YouTube. “What song was playing?”

Bruno knew what you were going to do so he opted to seal his lips. When he refused to answer, you just chose whatever came to mind first. That happened to be the song from the cafe, Arrivederci Roma.

You stood up from Bruno’s lap, holding out your hands in front of him.

Bruno grumbled and rolled his head back. “You really want me to dance with you? You’re so persistent,” He sighed and placed his hands in yours. “Well, how can I turn you down when you look so cute, mi tesora?”

The smile on your face that Bruno loved more than anything made it worth it.

You pressed play and let the music fill the room, allowing it to guide the flow of your bodies. Bruno’s hands found their way to your waist, using it to pull your body closer to his, while your arms hooked around his neck.

His eyes locked on yours in a way that sucked the air out of your lungs and made your heart beat heavier. Your bodies swayed side by side to the music, with Bruno’s thumbs tracing rhythmic circles and tapping beats on your back. He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, allowing him to cup the side of your face with his thumb grazing your cheekbone.

You had expected that at this point in your relationship, you would be past the typical “crush symptoms”, but that simple contact made your stomach flip as if you were back at square one in your relationship. You could already feel your face heat up and the last thing you wanted was for him to notice and tease you.

Little did you know that Bruno was in the same predicament, he was currently fretting over whether his palms were sweaty and if you would notice.

There was something so…fulfilling at this moment like you had shed all your worries. Right now, it just felt like only you and Bruno existed.

“You’re so beautiful, mi bella, such mesmerising eyes, like they hypnotise me.”

“How can you say that when you have eyes like that, hm?” You stuck out your tongue teasingly. Bruno had the most gorgeous eyes you had ever seen, from the way his long lashes curved, to the highlights that danced around his pupils. To you, having Bruno compliment your eyes was like having Da Vinci tell you the doodle in your notebook was a work of art.

“You should stay the night today.” His words were sharp and direct, taking you back a little.

“I should?”

“Mhm…” Bruno pushed his forehead against yours. “I’m not letting you out of my reach so early, not when today has been so perfect.” While Bruno could argue that every time he gets to see you feels perfect, the fact that he was able to open up with you is something he’ll cherish forever.

“You know I have to get up early for work tomorrow, right?” You groaned. One of your co-workers was off sick, you offered to take part of their shift the next day, meaning you had to go in earlier than usual.

“I’ll cook you breakfast and help you get ready.” He sang, before ducking down to peck your lips.

“And what about my uniform? My supervisor won’t like it if I don’t come in one.”

He rolled his eyes playfully at how you broke the kiss. “I’ll swing by yours while you shower and get it for you.”

The funny thing is, you knew he wasn’t kidding. Bruno would even take your shift for you if it meant he would get extra time to cuddle you in bed.

“Jeez, and you say I’m persistent.” You teased him with a poke to his chest.

“Why wouldn’t I when it comes to you?” His forehead bumped against the top of your head slightly, making you look up before he captured your lips once more. A hand moved up to hold the side of your neck, keeping your face towards him.

His kisses were more desperate than usual like he didn’t want this moment to end as only you could give him the comfort he desired so badly. His ears somehow tuned out the music in the background, the only things he could hear were his strong heartbeat and the gasps from your lips as he begged for them over and over again.

When he pulled away slowly for air, you didn't miss how pink his nose and cheeks were, though you suspected that your face was as warm and flustered as he was.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders, pushing you into his body while you hugged his slim waist. Your eyes were closed as you both listened to the final verse of the song. Dean Martin’s magnificent voice made you feel like you were floating in the air. Bruno's arms tightened around you, holding you like you were a precious vase that would shatter if he even thought to let go. At this moment, he felt that peace that only came when he was around you.

“The song’s nearly over, Bruno.” You whispered into his chest.

“Then let’s play it again.”

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acourtofthought · 1 year

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Hello! I was rereading Azriel's extra and realized a few things. When Elain gave Azriel a gift the first time, it was in front of everyone.

this earplug she not only lies that she had forgotten to give it earlier, she is also tense. She really was waiting for him to show up to give her the hidden gift.

he realizes that she lied. the gift he leaves in the pile there is much more personal than just a funny gift that NOBODY would feel mean if she were to give it. she says it was like that so Nesta wouldn't get upset, which I think is an exaggeration as Nesta herself was looking pretty good that day.

the item when she gives it she says it is to BLOCK any sound. and pages later we discover that Az feels a song and the shadows sang in response.... don't you think Elain isn't too suspicious? first is Nesta and Feyre being surprised by her, then Rhys saying we haven't seen the other side. Azriel and Cassian notice her tense and lying.

what do you think is going on?

I don't believe in Elain being villainous, but I do believe that she might be manipulating fate in some way. she may have had a vision, I don't know...

I never took her lying about "forgetting" to give him the gift as something suspicious. I read it more as if she and Az have been tiptoeing around one another, feeling like the other might be interested but not entirely sure. They have shared looks but really, neither has interacted much as of late. And rather than have him open up his gift in front of everyone and have their resulting interaction on display for the others, (and rather than draw his attention to her) she chose to leave it for him to find where he'd open it without an audience. At one point in SF Az offers Elain a small smile which she looks away from which puzzles Cassian. I really think for as much as Az has kept his thoughts of Elain a "secret", she's kind of been doing the same (which isn't forbidden love, it's two characters who on some subconscious level realize that their interest in one another isn't a good thing and wouldn't be embraced by the others).

Her hand shakes when she hands the gift to Az which reads as her being nervous around him. To me that speaks less about her being up to something shady (suspicious masterminds usually have a little more confidence in their questionable plans) and more points to the fact that she and Az don't know each other quite as well as some think.

And Nesta is in a better place but that still doesn't mean she'd be happy about a joke at her expense, especially as Nesta and Elain have been struggling with their relationship as of late.

The earplugs because of Nesta and Cassian are right in line with Elain's gift from last year (powder because of the headaches the others seem to give him). I think it shows that Elain, regardless of wanting to kiss Az, has kept her interest very surface level. There's no real depth to giving someone gag gifts. And if she truly wanted to prevent Az from "hearing" Gwyn's song, giving him an in disguise gag gift which probably won't be used (considering he never used the headache powder) isn't all that well thought out of a plot.

Based on Canon, Elain hasn't been having visions. She specifically says that she's willing to help with the Trove but she'd need time to reacquaint herself with her powers. Which makes sense since Nesta's powers were dormant prior to her book, I'd expect a regression to Elain's before her eventual book.

I also don't think we're going to see some cat fight type of drama between Elain and Gwyn. It's one thing for two females to directly be at odds with one another (Nesta and Mor) and quite another for one of those females to actively interfere with the other from getting close to a Male behind their back. There's no forgiveness to be had from Nesta if she finds out Elain was trying to manipulate Gwyn and Az's interactions.

These stories are about the sisters, not only finding their own paths and found families, but also coming to love and appreciate one another. The point of these stories is the female proving their worth, not proving they can't be trusted.

As far as Nesta and Feyre being surprised by her, I think that's because they truly have put Elain in a box and it's shocking to them when parts of her personality that don't match their idea of her peek through. Like when Elain said the Human Queens could go to Hell, it shocked Feyre because it was Elain who said it. Because in her mind, Elain doesn't say those things. But the fact is, Elain does say those things and they just don't pay close enough attention to who she is to realize it. I do think her moving with stealth is a new thing and probably related to future powers, but I don't think it's suspicious.

In regards to Cassian thinking Elain may not have been getting up early to help in the gardens, it's a big jump from Elain having any number of innocent reasons for wanting to excuse herself from the table to her doing something suspicious.

We know Az was at that dinner and in the POV chapter we find he rarely goes to family dinners as of late. Considering Elain looked away from Az's smile earlier in the book, maybe she did not want to remain at a dinner that he was randomly at when (he later notes) Elain is aware that Az has been avoiding spending extra time near her.

Maybe she actually can shift into an owl based on a certain hints and it's something she can't control yet. It was late at night and owls tend to hunt at night, maybe she felt the need to shift coming over her.

Neither of those things would be things she could come right out and say so she told a lie to cover it. Canonically, every character in this series has told a lie to a friend or their "family" but it's not with any ill intent.

There's a lot going on with Elain but I tend to think it's related to Elain's personal journey and everything she's going through rather than it having anything to do with Elain manipulating the others or unknowingly working against the others.

I love Feyre and the gang but not everything has to be about them. Elain’s story is a chance for her to shine independent of them (since I don't think she's meant to stay in the NC). So theories where Elain is being manipulated by a villain which will end up hurting the IC or where Elain herself is manipulating her family? Something like that just feeds into what they've all been thinking about her, that she can't handle anything too dangerous and that they were right for needing to protect her. There's no growth for Elain in that which is why I don't think the hints that you've mentioned have the dark intent to them that some believe.

#elain archeron #pro elain archeron #anti e/riel

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ofsgiathan · 1 year

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META: WALL MARTET

blurb from FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE MATERIAL ULTIMANIA

OVERVIEW: The city in the slums that never sleeps. located in the Sector 6 Undercity, Wall Market is the foremost entertainment district beneath the plate. It developed from the brothels and other businesses that catered to the laborers involved in Midgar's Construction. As might be expected of the slums' entertainment quarter, public order has deteriorated over time, gradually transforming it into a lawless zone rampant with black markets and other criminal activity. It's named for the wall that was built to keep its perceived degeneracy from spreading to the other Slums.

KEYWORDS: nightlight district, lawless zone, Asian.

EXTERIOR ARCHITECTURE: There are few residences here, since the area is centered around commercial facilities. Crowded with rows of dazzling neon lights, it is glaringly bright in comparison to the other sectors. There are also far more signs here with Japanese and Chinese characters than there are in other parts of the city.

PUBLIC SAFETY LEVEL: Low. This is a lawless area, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that Shinra's Public Safety Officers are entirely ineffective here. Criminal activities go unchecked, including scams, illegal trade in drugs and other illicit goods, and everything in between. This is not to say that anarchy reigns; Don Corneo and his lackeys maintain a type of order, and as long as that order isn't disturbed, people can go about their business relatively free of threats to their person.

RESIDENTS: Very few people actually live in Wall Market. The majority of those present in the area are slum residents who either have jobs in Wall Market or are visiting for pleasure; there are also thugs and some plate residents who have come down to enjoy the entertainments on offer.

MAIN FACILITIES: Corneo's mansion, clothing stores, brothels, eateries, bars, restaurants, item shop, weapon shop, materia shop.

DIETARY CULTURE: This is the only area in the slums where one can find restaurants for tourists and enjoy homemade food. There is no shortage of options, either; everything from humble meals served in eateries to authentic Wutaian cuisine (which isn't particularly popular topside) can be found here.

at first, i woud've thought that wall market was heavily inspired by las vegas considering it's widely known as "the city that never sleeps" but as i did more research i've come to learn that wall market definitely wasn't inspired by las vagas. in fact ... redlight districts have been around since the early 1600s in japan during the edo era in kabukichō which happens to be in tokyo, japan! now even though nevada is, in fact, the only state here in the us that still allows redlight districts ... redlight districts didn't become a thing here in the us until the late 1800s.

although i would like to bring up that i wholeheartedly think that midgar works a lot like how the u.s. does when it comes to having ethnic villages. the sectors are more than likely just eight different ethnic villages that are based heavily around various countries that pertain to not only the non-white americans ( such as ireland / germany / finland / englad / etc. ) but also the bipoc community. but that's just my opinion! because ... like ... obviously wall market is heavily inspired by japan with a hint of china whereas sector 7 is heavily inspired by the likes of new york city.

i do find it interesting how they finally bring up a term on what citizens from wuitai are called ( aka wutaians ). it's relatively easy to remember and it makes me wonder what some of the other citizens are called who are from various areas such as nibelheim / midgar / mideel / coral / gongaga / etc.

i also can't help to wonder where the wall market trio are all originally from because of how vastly diverse all three of them are in terms of not only their personalities but also their ethnicities and whatnot. i honestly wouldn't be surprised if chocobo sam was from the likes of kalm considering how cowboy-esque he is along with how extremely rural along with there being a countryside in kalm, itself. madam m i'm going to assume is from wutai considering her mannerisms and japanese / chinese appearance.

now as for andrea? i honestly have absolutely no clue whatsoever and consider him to be an anomaly of sorts. i'm getting latino / italian / portuguese vibes from him, tbh, but that's just me. and, after doing some research, i honestly wouldn't be surprised if he was from ... like ... gongaga or something. the reason i say this is because gongaga gives me massive latinx / spanish vibes with a hint of the one mako reactor giving me massive leaning tower of pisa vibes. but that's just me. i would love to hear what y'all have to say!

#clipped wings 》》》 metas

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@onepartbrave | | unprompted birthday shenanigans

If there’s one thing Squall prides himself at being good at, it’s punctuality. Rarely does anything get the better of him or divert him off a properly scheduled path, but there are always exceptions… One example comes from participating in the celebrations of birthdays and holidays, “special” days, and the alike. Most of his time gets wasted on the what—what present, what time should he show, what should he wear. Too many whats, not enough answers!

Fortunately, the one he hunted high and low for an adequate gift was easier. Wasn’t overly flashy, didn’t care for complicated, intricate presents and shared a taste in some things with him. Although, he doesn’t want to be called ‘typical’ or ‘predictable’, so he steered clear of gunblades and their care entirely. He also avoided clothing as choosing fashionable items for others isn’t a strength he has…

He also doesn’t have the strength to stand around and drink irresponsibly with folks he doesn’t know. Ergo, instead of joining the locals in celebrating one of their own’s aging, he waits with resolute patience for an opening to catch Seifer alone. It happens, eventually, and he waves the burly blond over with a vague ‘come here’ gesture.

Occupying a booth (that he hasn’t stolen this time), the present sits at his side and hidden by the large table. Wrapped in plain green paper, he’s written ‘Seifer’ on the top with permanent marker to state who it’s for. Hands lowering to rest on the tabletop, he drums his fingers restlessly on sturdy wood as unidentified nervousness started building within. There’s a lot he could say once his former rival arrives but none seem quite fitting.

‘I’m glad you made it another year’ seems too depressive. ‘Is that grey hair I see?’ is far too jokey for his liking, recalling it from the cheeky woman obsessed with explosives from his own. ‘Happy birthday’ seems too generic and, again, he doesn’t want to appear predictable.

Therefore, when Seifer actually reports for presumed business, Squall’s entirely unprepared and blurts out a simple, “You’re old, huh?”

Silence prevails after that and he’s thankful for the cat that grabs his tongue, because what the fuck was that? Yeesh. Let the floor devour him whole now.

“…Birthday, I meant older because of that,” Squall corrects too little too late, appalled at his inability to converse properly at times. Saving himself further self-induced humiliation, he twists his upper torso and reaches over to his side. Grabbing the large(ish) gift, he places it carefully on the table and shoves it a slither closer to Seifer. “Here,” is all he offers after.

Leaning back to fold his arms loosely across his chest, he watches with muted breath to garner any reaction. He isn’t certain on the choice of present, but after learning of another hobby, how couldn’t he purchase a new fishing box and numerous accessories he hasn’t a clue on their use? At least the blond will have a variety of colors to fish with for lures now.

(Happy birthday to the rebel we all know 'n love!)

The current arrangement in his new life and the fact that Squall of all people had elected to spend a reasonable time in the small refugee town had been irritating enough, to say the least. In fact, the thing that turned out to be most confusing (and thus frustration-inducing) was them getting along just fine. Certainly, there was still a considerable amount of tiptoeing around certain topics that touched on their shared past, but if it came down to the current everyday-life, Seifer found himself pleasantly surprised at how civil they could be around each other. Which in on itself was, again, irritating him. Still, he had decided to just “go with the flow” or something, electing to be privately thankful about the brunet’s efforts not to disturb the life he had built in Rachdale other than being present in it now. Trepidations as to possible slip-ups when it came to his alias had, so far, not proven to be reasonable and although they occasionally slipped back into old habits, they yet had to end up at gunblade-point with each other, if it wasn’t for sparring. But apparently, there were more surprises to be had. When the tall blond entered the Loneman’s Harbor after his shift at the docks (Garkath had been generous enough to usher him away from his duties hald an hour earlier than usual), planning to get drunk until he couldn’t walk straight anymore, he found he was already expected - Squall being seated at a table he apparently had not stolen from any other patrons this time around. Inwardly cursing his almost life-long habit of immediately engaging the brunet, Seifer found himself steering his steps toward the very same before he could even decide against it, and not even needing the light wave of a hand beckoning gim closer, he then halted in front of the table, quirking a brow at the younger male. ”You’re old, huh?” The words tossed his way were so unexpected and so un-Squall that it gave the blond pause, making him blink, before he snorted an amused chuckle despite himself. Pulling back a chair to let himself fall down onto, he raised his chin a little in mock challenge. “You’re one to talk, princess. You’re just one year younger, eh?” Clearly the other one hadn’t intended to say what he did, shooting an explanation after the statement, causing the old man to hum. There was something new. Well, not new, but certainly unexpected. And here he thought he could tell and predict Squall’s every move and thought. Seemed like he had some catching up to do, as he was clearly out of practise. “I’m surprised you bothered to remember,” he set to speak, but broke off when one of the dock workers came over to congratulate him as well, placing a beer in front of Seifer and exchanging a couple of friendly words before the two of them were left alone again. And the surprises kept on coming - not only had Squall remembered his birthday, he even brought a present. Emerald eyes land on the package and the name written atop, causing the ex-knight to stiffen briefly before he reached over to pull the gift closer by placing a hand squarely atop the letters. Still, there was no anger or somesuch to be found on his features, but a slight tug to the corners of his mouth. It felt strangely nice to have the secret of his true identity between them, even though he would rather bite off his own tongue than admit as much. Not one for carefully unwrapping things, the green wrappings are removed with swift motions, tearing it where it would, to reveal what was hidden inside - a strangely thoughtful set of items meant to help him with the one hobby Squall certainly never had expected the usually loud and obnoxious blond to pick up - fishing. “Well fuck me walking - you really went out of your way with this, huh?” Glancing back up after sifting (more carefully now) through the things inside the box, mirth clearly dancing in his eyes as the one sitting opposite of him seemed to eagerly (by Squall’s standards, anyways) await his reaction. “Thanks. You didn’t have to.”

#onepartbrave #⸻ ˖ ˮWhen the sun sets we're both the same - half in the shadows half burned in flamesˮ / 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 #⦗ 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? ✽ (ᴏɴᴇᴘᴀʀᴛʙʀᴀᴠᴇ) ⦘#⸻ ˖𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆˖ / ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴠɪɪɪ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #.x. BIRTHDAY SHENANIGANS #.x. AYYY thank you for this bee! <3 #.x. he was contemplating whether he should say thanks but I kicked him XD

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Entry 53

I need to admit, in the last few days, I believed that coming back to Morrowind to be my greatest prison. But- with time, I am starting to grow to believe it was anything but. Never before in my life did I feel such... waves of joy, anticipation and hope as during our weeks in Morrowind. I am growing closer to my beloved friends.

Ah... to update you on all the events would be a tale in itself, dear journal - so I will try keeping it brief and up to the point. And also-... admit to my secret shame, knowing it is only you and me who will be ever private to that kind of information (Shhhh, don't spoil it! Not even a peep!)

Not a few days ago, it was his face that I saw upon waking up from-... the magickally incited dream brought to me by what can be only called an insane Telvanni. Ha, I cannot help but chuckle at the memory. Not of kidnapping, of course - if one can be called as such (he did not enjoy me attempting to charm him, it seems) - more at the fact I had found myself in the role that I could only hear about in the books: a damsel in distress, apparently found asleep on a bed amidst the magickal landscape conjured by a crazy sorcerer. And who would wake me up? Who would be my knight in white armour? Rivras, it seems. Who tried (and failed) to wake me up with a kiss, as if it all were but a fairy tale. Even upon drinking the antidote - and him admitting his little crime (one that he did promise not to commit in the first place!), I had no heart to tell him off. In truth, I had found myself- (don't judge me too harshly, please!) rather pleased. A surprising notion seemed to originate somewhere inside my chest, setting it to tremble and almost ache in anticipation.

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And I did not remember any of it!

Be it my whim, or spur of a moment, I reached out and claimed my second one, one which I could remember. And, for a moment, I could feel very little but my own beating heart when his arms wrapped around me and he-...

...I should perhaps stop, lest I embarrass myself further.

The memory is ingrained in my mind, an image I find myself coming back to since that day. My hands shake. I find myself sweating. I am-... nervous at the thought of being nervous around him. I am-... conscious of making myself look like a fool in front of him. And I find myself reaching out in the darkness, hoping my fingertips at one point will touch his face.

Is that what-... this- feeling. Feels like?

No. No matter. I wish not for this entry to become an infantile babble about-.... feelings. Love. Intoxication with another. Whatever it might be claimed as.

Now, let us speak of the New Life Festival. The first one I ever came to enjoy. So many gifts! The music! The smells! The shapes and sounds still fill my ears with trembling melodies! I was given so many precious items and so many kind words by those I did not expect to believe to care for me as dearly... Gifts most useful, especially the precious spellbook given to me by sera Talianwe - and the warm and wonderful gloves by sera Erenwe..! Now, did I mention that Gwaerwen gave me a peacock spine? A spine! The explanation was rather clear: I could use some.

Ah... bless your heart, dear one. I know your intentions were the best-... but that rather hurt!

Well. A little bit, at least.

Rivras gifted me the keys to my very own room. To claim ownership of. And not share with another. My room! And offered contacts to the furniture merchant who will be more than keen to provide all the furniture needed... He said it was time for me to claim home. And perhaps... it is. I couldn't help but gasp in joy! If only my heart could flutter away from my chest, it would already!

I need to... say thank you. Make something meaningful, at least.

I think I have an idea.

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omg 1, 4, and 10 + gary!

Thank you, I will try to remain coherent 💕

Everyone always asks about the first kiss. What about your first make-out session?

Oh I reckon that happened very close to the first kiss, if not right after. The basics of the first kiss is that Gary directly challenged Ozzie to kiss him, thinking it wasn’t going to happen (An instance of that mindset Gary has where he’s self-deprecating about his own appearance before other people can beat him to it). He was surprised when Ozzie leapt at the opportunity. After both of them recovered from the shock, it was like a dam breaking for Ozzie, because he’d been too shy to act on his feelings up until that point (also thinking things like Gary is 'out of his league', Ozzie doesn’t have a lot of experience with romance, Ozzie has insecurities about his own body, etc.). So getting ‘permission’ to act, Ozzie kept going, kissing Gary over and over and initiating the make-out. The fact that neither of them need to breathe helped them a lot.

What's the strangest gift your F/O has ever given you?

By normal people’s standards, a blood-centric dinner is probably pretty weird. By vampire standards though, I think it could be interesting to get one of those posters Gary offers as his side-quest reward. Maybe Ozzie agreed to get something for him, maybe Ozzie burned another copy of 'Tap Hotel' that he already had (do NOT ask him how many times he’s watched it). Gary offered the poster in exchange, the thought never occurring to him that Ozzie might not be into women. A well-intentioned mistake at the time since they weren't together yet. I think Ozzie does still have that poster, on the wall in his workroom amongst hundreds of other posters and personal artwork and brick-a-brack; he loves having a maximalism approach to his private space, and the fact that it’s a gift from Gary is more important than what the item actually is.

Have you ever fallen asleep on your F/O's shoulder? How did they react? Have they fallen asleep on your shoulder?

I definitely feel like it’s happened. Ozzie’s a lil guy so when they are together, he commonly saddles up against Gary’s person because he fits into the space so well. Most likely it got too close to dawn for one of them to go home, so they had to spend the night day, and whilst cuddled up together Ozzie nodded off. While he found it a bit odd, Gary let it happen, both because Ozzie didn’t take up too much space, and because he appreciates gestures that reinforce Ozzie actually likes him (plus, he rarely gets stuff like this, let him have this).

#Touch of Midas #thank you for asking!#This could've been WAY longer with a lot of tangents into character analysis but I cut it down #fun fact: my hc is that Tap Hotel is a spy movie which is why it is Ozzie's favourite #wild guess as to who's on the poster Ozzie gets. 10 bucks says Velvet Velour just out of me projecting.#Ozzie Shepherd (OC)

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I left my stomach in San Francisco

I just got home after spending a few days in the Bay Area. I was looking for a mini-vacation to celebrate my birthday and didn’t want to venture out too far given all the traveling I did earlier this year. A couple of friends had invited me up to visit and go drinking in Napa since I had never been. I took them up on their offer over the weekend, and while the goal was Napa, we did spend a day out in San Francisco. I used to go there regularly for work, but I realized it’s been maybe 7 years since my last visit and needed to go back. One of the best parts about my past visits was all the wonderful food, and I definitely wanted to taste some of that again - though this time with a slight twist. On my previous visits, partners took me to trendy (and often overpriced) restaurants. This time, my friends and I focused on more of the casual eats, but it all still turned out quite extravagant!

We started Saturday morning off with a visit to the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market, which offered so much fresh temptations. Our first stop was getting some Oaxacan coffee from Proyecto Diaz Coffee because nothing happens without caffeine. Then we had to figure out food. There was so much diversity from various cultures. We ultimately narrowed it down to loco moco with bulgogi from Namu Stonepot and smoked salmon latkes from Mark ‘n Mike’s. While not a factor in our decision, the fact the two stands were right next to each other was certainly convenient for us to easily divide and conquer our purchases and save time waiting in the long lines that only grew longer after us.

Both turned out to be great choices. My favorite part of the loco moco was cutting into the egg yolk and watching it ooze over everything underneath. The bulgogi wasn’t too sweet and it contrasted the gravy and egg yolk nicely. The star of our breakfast, however, was the latkes. I was initially concerned that they would be dried out, as the latkes came out more dark brown than golden contrary to the photo advertised at their booth. While they looked darker than I expected, they tasted perfect - very crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Also given how soft the texture was for the loco moco, the crunch we got from the latkes was all the more satisfying.

We wandered around the Ferry Building and checked out the rest of the market before making our way to the Presidio Tunnel Tops, which I strongly recommend visiting. The park just opened a few months ago, but it will surely become an attraction destination for locals and visitors alike. We planned our visit to the Presidio Tunnel Tops for one of the events scheduled - World Arts Dances, which showcased dancers from cultures all over the world. I’m a bit ashamed to confess when I suggested this to my friends, my expectations were fairly low since this was a free local event, but this turned out to be a fantastic program! Granted not all the dancers were great but most were pretty amazing. When we were making our way to the performance area, we did walk through the food trucks present. Just like at the Farmers Market, there was so much diversity in options! My friends were drawn to a few items, but there was only one thing I wanted - bone marrow beef broth.

A long story short - the night before, my friends got me craving bone marrow. Seeing an Indonesian pop-up stand with a chalkboard promoting bone marrow beef broth was like fate. From when my friend handed me this bowl to the last spoonful, I lost count of the number of times I said “wow.” Visually, my photo failed to capture just how giant the rib bone was. It was so well braised - a bit of char that added a smoky flavor yet succulent and ready to fall of the bone with the gentlest bite. The broth was incredibly rich and had so much depth, and once I spritzed in the lime, the flavor changed again! In addition, I was surprised to find beyond the broth how much was in this dish! We had 6 bakso or beef balls (I later found out it was supposed to be 5 so lucky us for getting an extra), thin noodles AND vermicelli bean thread noodles, some vegetables, and two fried wonton chips. We did have food from some of the other vendors, but the bakso bowl was hands-down the best thing we had at the Presidio Tunnel Tops and even counting our morning at the Farmers Market! After some sleuthing on my part, I found that this Indonesian pop-up is called D’Grobak. They will be at the Presidio Tunnel Tops every Wednesday and Saturday until December, and their bakso can also be ordered online for pick up or delivery.

While none of my San Francisco dining this trip were in an actual restaurant, everything I had was definitely of restaurant quality. I also preferred the places we visited over sitting for an hour or two in a restaurant. Especially after the past couple years dealing with the pandemic, it was so refreshing and rewarding to be out at these outdoor venues and supporting the community.

#San Fransisco #farmers market #presidio tunnel tops #bakso

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